Tallkit shivered. This was only his second sunrise outside the nursery, and his paws pricked with excitement. A light dusting of snow had turned the camp white, frosting the tussocky grass and thick heather walls. The freezing air stung his nose. He fluffed up his fur.

If someone is making one or two purchases, the die-cast is usually one of them. The die-cast, the hat and T-shirt are something you can't necessarily purchase at Wal-Mart, and it's something they can put in their bag and carry around.

The cats at the edge of the clearing were staring up at the sky, their eyes huge with fear. As he looked upward, Fireheart heard the beating of wings and saw a hawk circling above the trees, its harsh cry drifting on the air. At the same time he realized that one cat had not taken shelter; Snowkit was tumbling and playing in the middle of the open space.
"Snowkit!" Speckletail yowled desperately.

He never seemed to get tired. Always first up and ready to move on. Never afraid of what lay ahead.

Have courage. We still have our clan. There is always hope.

She brought me a crow's feather...," he whispered.