“That is,” Wind Runner added, twitching her ear, “if you’d ever want to become a group cat.”
Slate looked from the excited kits to Cloud Spots, to Gorse Fur, and finally back to Wind Runner.
Half a moon ago, I wouldn’t have believed this was possible. But now…
“I do,” she meowed, warmth flooding through her from ears to tail-tip. “I want to be part of this family.”