Amberpaw had been thinking.
Thinking about her family. Her dead family. And how she missed them. Sure Mudpaw and Breezebranch were there, and made her feel happy but.... other than them, what other family did she have? There was Lilystream, and Hailstorm seemed to be pretty well liked by her family members, but they probably didn't care about her that much. And Flashpaw... did he even remember her? A sigh escaped Amberpaw as she thought about it. Mudpaw told her not to be so negative, but Amberpaw just couldn't help it. Her mind managed to think so much, and it would think oh so much about the bad things that have happened and Amberpaw's life, and thinks about hypothetical bad things. Bad things such as, not having family around anymore, and that they couldn't help erase the bad things.
Well that was until she felt a snowball, pelt her back.
The sitting she-cat turned around, her face aroused with confusion, and her bad thoughts overrided, by being hit with a snowball, and who it might be. Amberpaw immeaditliy figured out that the culprit was a cream colored kit, whom Amberpaw had seen a few times. Whose kit was it again? Amberpaw couldn't put her paw on it. Maybe she should ask... Amberpaw got up onto her paws, and padded towards the kit, her large size looming over the young she-kit. She tilted her head, as she asked, "Hey your the one who threw that snowball right? Where is your mother?"