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"I feel like crowfood!" The black and white cat wailed.
"You're alive, at least," said her companion, a longer haired black tom. He smiled. "Frozenfire's doing better than she thought she would. I told her she was starting to act like a clan leader!"
"Maybe she'll listen now," purred the she-cat again, struggling to her paws. She didn't know what had gotten to her, but when she'd woken up a few minutes ago, she felt uninjured but winded. Her mother, Whitewillow, had been right. Battles were dangerous. She had a gash in her shoulder as well, but a brief inspection assured her that the bleeding was nearly stopped.
Shoulder to shoulder, the companions walked back along the beach, towards a sandy place littered with dens. This was where they would spend the night, unless the others decided differently.
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Frozenfire paced around Redfawn's den, her Rainclan friends laying on the ground and allowing the medicine cat to apply herbs to their wounds. She did not rest. Her scratches were minor, except for those on her ear. Skydance had tried to make her smile by teasing her, but it had not worked.
"Your ear looks like Fogstorm's now!" He had purred, and both she and Fogstorm, his brother, had shot annoyed glances at him. Frozenfire had reached up to her ear in alarm, but it was not mangled like Fogstorm's. A tiny nick was the only permanent wound that Frozenfire would have to remember this battle, unless Berryfur and Snakesteps didn't come back.
Soon, though, she saw the black cats slide into the den, both looking battered but not seriously hurt.
"I'm fine," Snakesteps insisted, and Frozenfire realized her face must have still been agonized. After awhile, though, she believed her friend and allowed Redfawn to treat her ear.
It took her much too long to realize that something was missing. Though her patrol had all been accounted for, as well as her new friend, Liquidpaw, Foxfur was not here.
"Where's Foxfur?" she asked Redfawn, who had just finished wrapping cobwebs around her ear.
"He's dead," sighed the medicine cat. "He joined Starclan yesterday. We had a vigil for him as if her were our own cat, and buried him by the lake."
Frozenfire's head spun.
"I'll show you the place, if you like," continued Redfawn, now making mossy nests for the Rainclan cats. "He was well looked after, I assure you. We did not send a message to your clan because we needed every cat here to help find an herb that might cure Lostcough. We've suffered so much from it."
"He would have been glad that he had given his life to help," meowed Snakesteps, already laying on a nest, and Frozenfire jumped, for that was exactly what she herself would have said.
Somewhere during the conversation, Liquidpaw had left the den, but now he slipped back in. "Dovefeather wants to know if Rainclan are staying for the night," he meowed, and Frozenfire shivered. Why was he looking at her when he spoke?
"They are," mewed Redfawn. "At least I hope so. I quite enjoy thier company."
Frozenfire nodded. "We'll stay," she mewed.
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"So why was it that Darkclan and Forestclan attacked in the first place?"
The crescent moon was high in the sky, and it was about midnight, Frozenfire supposed. Dewclan had long since left, heading for their own territory. All other cats were asleep except for a few warriors guarding camp as well as Liquidpaw, Redfawn, and herself.
The medicine cat sighed. "Dovefeather thinks it's because we were the first to get Lostcough. They must think it was our fault, but we've lost cats too. She stared at nothing. "Nothing will ever be right again. Most of our kits and elders are dead, some apprentices, some warriors, and Ashstar. Our only hope now lays in the paws of Slushfur's kits, Flurrykit and Starkit. If they can survive..." Her voice trailed off, and she stared, once again, at nothing.
"They'll live," reassured Liquidpaw, his silver eyes shining like moons. "They're strong, and nearly apprentices."
"When did you get so wise?" purred Redfawn. "I'll have to talk to Dovefeather about your naming ceremony!"
It seemed like moments later when the others finally settled down and went to sleep. Frozenfire found herself sitting in the middle of the lake, looking at Beachclan territory. To her surprise, she did not sink, nor was she wet at all.
"Something is coming," meowed a voice, and Frozenfire looked over her shoulder to see the constellation, her guardian, the voice in her head, padding towards her. Once again, she felt disappointed because it had no pelt color and no scent. Its eyes had no color, but were frosted with white sunlight.
"Something is coming," it meowed again. "Everything that the forest has ever known shall burn like a tree in a fire."
Frozenfire woke up with a start, more confused and lonely as ever. Wasn't she fire? Wasn't she good? Kind? Maybe even diligent? Did this prophecy mean she was to be evil?
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She stared out at the lake, wondering just how she had sat on it last night. Fire was supposed to avoid water, but then how had she felt so peaceful near it?
"Don't fall in!" purred a voice, and Frozenfire spun around to see Liquidpaw running along the shore. He stopped near her.
"Hello," meowed Frozenfire, trying to be polite to this friendly tom. His eyes sparkled, but he looked away, focusing on the lake.
A moment later he flashed out a paw and sent a fish flying to shore. It also sent up a spray of water, getting Frozenfire soaked. She picked up the fish and held it over the water with half a mind to toss it back.
"Go ahead," meowed Liquidpaw. "Good luck getting breakfast."
Instead of throwing the fish back, Frozenfire tucked her head and gave it a nip to stop its wiggling, but not before splashing the black apprentice right back.

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"I feel like crowfood!" The black and white cat wailed.
"You're alive, at least," said her companion, a longer haired black tom. He smiled. "Frozenfire's doing better than she thought she would. I told her she was starting to act like a clan leader!"
"Maybe she'll listen now," purred the she-cat again, struggling to her paws. She didn't know what had gotten to her, but when she'd woken up a few minutes ago, she felt uninjured but winded. Her mother, Whitewillow, had been right. Battles were dangerous. She had a gash in her shoulder as well, but a brief inspection assured her that the bleeding was nearly stopped.
Shoulder to shoulder, the companions walked back along the beach, towards a sandy place littered with dens. This was where they would spend the night, unless the others decided differently.
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Frozenfire paced around Redfawn's den, her Rainclan friends laying on the ground and allowing the medicine cat to apply herbs to their wounds. She did not rest. Her scratches were minor, except for those on her ear. Skydance had tried to make her smile by teasing her, but it had not worked.
"Your ear looks like Fogstorm's now!" He had purred, and both she and Fogstorm, his brother, had shot annoyed glances at him. Frozenfire had reached up to her ear in alarm, but it was not mangled like Fogstorm's. A tiny nick was the only permanent wound that Frozenfire would have to remember this battle, unless Berryfur and Snakesteps didn't come back.
Soon, though, she saw the black cats slide into the den, both looking battered but not seriously hurt.
"I'm fine," Snakesteps insisted, and Frozenfire realized her face must have still been agonized. After awhile, though, she believed her friend and allowed Redfawn to treat her ear.
It took her much too long to realize that something was missing. Though her patrol had all been accounted for, as well as her new friend, Liquidpaw, Foxfur was not here.
"Where's Foxfur?" she asked Redfawn, who had just finished wrapping cobwebs around her ear.
"He's dead," sighed the medicine cat. "He joined Starclan yesterday. We had a vigil for him as if her were our own cat, and buried him by the lake."
Frozenfire's head spun.
"I'll show you the place, if you like," continued Redfawn, now making mossy nests for the Rainclan cats. "He was well looked after, I assure you. We did not send a message to your clan because we needed every cat here to help find an herb that might cure Lostcough. We've suffered so much from it."
"He would have been glad that he had given his life to help," meowed Snakesteps, already laying on a nest, and Frozenfire jumped, for that was exactly what she herself would have said.
Somewhere during the conversation, Liquidpaw had left the den, but now he slipped back in. "Dovefeather wants to know if Rainclan are staying for the night," he meowed, and Frozenfire shivered. Why was he looking at her when he spoke?
"They are," mewed Redfawn. "At least I hope so. I quite enjoy thier company."
Frozenfire nodded. "We'll stay," she mewed.
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"So why was it that Darkclan and Forestclan attacked in the first place?"
The crescent moon was high in the sky, and it was about midnight, Frozenfire supposed. Dewclan had long since left, heading for their own territory. All other cats were asleep except for a few warriors guarding camp as well as Liquidpaw, Redfawn, and herself.
The medicine cat sighed. "Dovefeather thinks it's because we were the first to get Lostcough. They must think it was our fault, but we've lost cats too. She stared at nothing. "Nothing will ever be right again. Most of our kits and elders are dead, some apprentices, some warriors, and Ashstar. Our only hope now lays in the paws of Slushfur's kits, Flurrykit and Starkit. If they can survive..." Her voice trailed off, and she stared, once again, at nothing.
"They'll live," reassured Liquidpaw, his silver eyes shining like moons. "They're strong, and nearly apprentices."
"When did you get so wise?" purred Redfawn. "I'll have to talk to Dovefeather about your naming ceremony!"
It seemed like moments later when the others finally settled down and went to sleep. Frozenfire found herself sitting in the middle of the lake, looking at Beachclan territory. To her surprise, she did not sink, nor was she wet at all.
"Something is coming," meowed a voice, and Frozenfire looked over her shoulder to see the constellation, her guardian, the voice in her head, padding towards her. Once again, she felt disappointed because it had no pelt color and no scent. Its eyes had no color, but were frosted with white sunlight.
"Something is coming," it meowed again. "Everything that the forest has ever known shall burn like a tree in a fire."
Frozenfire woke up with a start, more confused and lonely as ever. Wasn't she fire? Wasn't she good? Kind? Maybe even diligent? Did this prophecy mean she was to be evil?
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She stared out at the lake, wondering just how she had sat on it last night. Fire was supposed to avoid water, but then how had she felt so peaceful near it?
"Don't fall in!" purred a voice, and Frozenfire spun around to see Liquidpaw running along the shore. He stopped near her.
"Hello," meowed Frozenfire, trying to be polite to this friendly tom. His eyes sparkled, but he looked away, focusing on the lake.
A moment later he flashed out a paw and sent a fish flying to shore. It also sent up a spray of water, getting Frozenfire soaked. She picked up the fish and held it over the water with half a mind to toss it back.
"Go ahead," meowed Liquidpaw. "Good luck getting breakfast."
Instead of throwing the fish back, Frozenfire tucked her head and gave it a nip to stop its wiggling, but not before splashing the black apprentice right back.