"I'm- this is where I came from, right?" Fern blinked her eyes open, staring into Snowshoe's face.
"It is." She nodded.
"I'm not Fern. Was my name Storm?"
"It was."

"No. Not it was, it is." Storm. That name felt right. "I'm Storm."
"I'm glad you're back." Snowshoe purred. "Feather and T.C should be back soon."
Just then, seven kittens filed in. Storm recognized two of them- a grey she-kit and a tom- both of whom had white toes- same as Snowshoe's.

Storm ducked her head when she saw all the eyes gaze at her.
"Storm?" The grey she-kit- probably Feather- asked, eyes glowing. "Is that you?"
"Y- yes, I'm Storm." Storm nodded slowly.
"Storm!" The black tom announced with joy. The two kits ran forward, covering Storm with licks.
"Whoa-" She backed away. She had never had littermates- other than Owlkit- who'd ever been happy to see her. It was a lot for her, and she didn't know how to handle it. "I'm sorry. I'm not use to this."

"That's okay." Feather purred in understanding. "You'll get use to it."
Then T.C sighed. "We never forgot about you, Storm." His voice was quite squeaky, and he was very small. "You were awesome to save Feather, but why didn't you..."
"Wait for Snowshoe to come?" Storm suggested when he trailed off.
"Yeah."

"I don't know. I guess I was just scared. I didn't want to loose my sister."
"You saved my life." Feather moved closer. "Did Boots save you?"
"Who's Boots?"
"Boots is my dad." A tabby she-kit poked his head through the entrance.
"No, I- Lightsky saved me. She said she found me with a dead kittypet. A black and white one."
"Boots is dead?!" The shocked cry came from a white she-cat with grey tabby splotches.
"Uh- yes...?"

"No! He promised he'd come back!" The white and grey cat leapt up to the second level of the cat shed to be alone.
"I- what?"
"That's Lily. She and Boots were mates. But he jumped in the river to try to save you. Who's Lightsky?" Snowshoe lead her up onto a cat tower and to the second level, where there was a bowl of kibble.

"Maybe I should tell you my story?" She asked.
"Yes.  Even what happened to your legs."
"You may want to get all of the kits. They're going to want to here this story."
"On it!" T.C ran out the door, and Storm got ready to share her story.

The picture at the top is Feather.