As spring whispered through thawing branches, Freya—elegant and quiet as falling snow—welcomed three new souls into the world. Beneath the hush of early blossoms, her coat shimmered beside Avalanche, her mate, whose pale fur held the memory of winter’s final breath. The kittens arrived like a secret unfolding, three snow-dappled sparks of light nestled against their mother’s warmth. Their eyes, sealed with sleep and promise, would soon open to a world just beginning again—each heartbeat a soft echo of melting frost, each tiny paw-step a poem pressed into the waking earth.