A winter's sun began to set in the mid-afternoon, the yellow-orange hues streaking across the ice blue sky, marking out the distant orb of life-giving light that sank beneath the horizon. Fresh snow had fallen over night, and had survived the daylight hours to freeze over night.

On a solitary tree-stump, the only remainder of a once glorious tree felled in its prime, sat a Feli kit. Her brown fur has matted in places, and clumps of dirt and snow clung to her fluffy-tipped tail. Large purple eyes gazed up toward the sky, picking out the tiny twinklings of early stars.

A smile grew on her muzzle as she thought of one day soaring the skies, flying so high she could touch them.