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For WCO 2017 winter contest.
Jingle and I were partners for this, I did the artwork while she wrote the story, which can be found below!

The story features two Shadowclan siblings enjoying themselves until one of them has a tragic accident which leads to the other's death.

The snow fell off the tops of the trees in ShadowClan territory as two cats made their way to the boarders of the territory. The cheerful orange tom continued down the path that was previously treaded on by other patrols earlier in the season. He sighed gently, narrowing his green eyes as the tall she-cat brushed up against him.
Her bright amber eyes shone into his coat like beads of sunlight before she gently grinned. “Well, Brightfoot, what do you suppose we do now?” she asked, smirking. The she-cat chuckled and sprinted up the tree nearby, shaking the branches as she scurried up the sapling.
The wind blew across the territory, shaking the trees as the clouds twirled and twisted around the sky. Cootheart’s tail lashed to keep her balance as snow started to drift out of the sky in a heavy blanket. Her claws dug in deeper to the harsh wood of the tree when her pelt started to get cold and soaked with the moist snow.
Brightfoot’s eyes widened as she darted up the tree, his stance instantly becoming more heavy as he broke into a sprint after her, stopping at the base of the scrawny pine tree. He gasped as snow started falling once again from the sky, a deep look of concern was now showing from his bright orange face. “Cootheart! Get down before the weather gets worse!” he called, flicking his tail in utter worry.
Cootheart looked back down, carefully making her way back to the frozen ground- a small smirk on her face. “Awe you aren’t any fun- its just leaf-bare. The worst it gets is icy.”
“But we aren’t RiverClan cats, we don’t do ice and snow.” The orange tom mewed, letting a sigh of relief slip out when she returned to the ground. She took a quick stroke to the back of her tail, cleaning off some bark that was stuck into her long black fur.
His fluffy white tipped tail continued to flick, however, as he watched her strut to the frozen bank. Brightfoot sunk his head low- she wasn’t going to stop being adventurous, now was she?
She trotted onto the ice, thinking it was as thick as a branch. It gave her a slight tinge of joy as she watched Brightfoot- her brother- worry about her fate in everything. Almost anything and everything the she-cat did worried him sick…and at this point it amused her. She hopped around the lake, pretending to be a young finch trying to find seeds in the spring.
The tom tensed as she continued doing so, carefully taking a step onto the bank and calling out to her, a snowflake landing on his forehead. “You should be more careful!” he hollered, voice strained from the harsh and cold winds. “The ice could crack!”
Cootheart stopped and slid across a portion of the ice, smirking, “Now why would I stop! The ice is thick enough to support me!” she called, amber eyes looking right at him. However, just as she slid to a stop she heard a loud CRACK come from beneath her.
The cat looked below her and her heart sunk… the ice had cracked. She took a step back in the direction of the bank, hoping it wouldn’t crack further- however it did. Her slender paws felt the rush of the ice-cold water below, watching in utter shock and fear as she slipped further and further into the icy water- there was nothing she could do to escape this death. She would be the cat the froze due to arrogance- utter arrogance.
Brightfoot’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He needed to do something and fast or else his only kin would be gone forever- he had to react fast. The orange tom ran across the ice, ignoring the fracturing happening underneath his own large paws as he ran to her.
He felt the water run onto his paws, making it harder for him to get traction on the smooth surface as he ran closer to her, jumping to her in leaps and bounds. The tom could not lose her- she was the only one he had left.
The warrior remembered when they were kits and their mother would be so scared to lose one of her kits that she constantly monitored them- making sure all three of them were there. Then one day while sleeping in the nursery on a cold winter day just like this on, a fox burst into the den, ruling over the queens very quickly and killing his mother in a brutal battle. His brother… Hawkkit, also died in this event… where he stood in the way between the fox and his sister, letting his left ear be torn off in the process. Cootheart was all he had. He needed her.
Brightfoot grabbed his sister by the fur at the back of her neck, placing his legs so that they were sprawled out all around him and threw her back to the bank- as close as he could anyway. He felt the ice crumble more underneath his paws, and he watched her sit up- stunned. “Goodbye, little sister. I love you.” He managed to say calmly, making eye contact with the she-cat, who had a mate and kits of her own…as he stood lonely with nothing but her. Brightfoot smiled softly before falling into the freezing water below- now gone forever.
Cootheart stopped and stared at the hole in the body of water, stunned as to what just happened before it finally registering in her mind as it continued to snow all around her, freezing her bitterly cold fur to the ice below.
After a couple of moments, she sniffed, looking down at the ground before prying herself up and turning gently into the direction of the clan. Cootheart made it back to her kits and mate that day, but she would never forget her winter savior of both times. Her brother, Brightfoot.

Credits to Jingle: warriorcatsonline.com/forums/m…

Description
For WCO 2017 winter contest.
Jingle and I were partners for this, I did the artwork while she wrote the story, which can be found below!

The story features two Shadowclan siblings enjoying themselves until one of them has a tragic accident which leads to the other's death.

The snow fell off the tops of the trees in ShadowClan territory as two cats made their way to the boarders of the territory. The cheerful orange tom continued down the path that was previously treaded on by other patrols earlier in the season. He sighed gently, narrowing his green eyes as the tall she-cat brushed up against him.
Her bright amber eyes shone into his coat like beads of sunlight before she gently grinned. “Well, Brightfoot, what do you suppose we do now?” she asked, smirking. The she-cat chuckled and sprinted up the tree nearby, shaking the branches as she scurried up the sapling.
The wind blew across the territory, shaking the trees as the clouds twirled and twisted around the sky. Cootheart’s tail lashed to keep her balance as snow started to drift out of the sky in a heavy blanket. Her claws dug in deeper to the harsh wood of the tree when her pelt started to get cold and soaked with the moist snow.
Brightfoot’s eyes widened as she darted up the tree, his stance instantly becoming more heavy as he broke into a sprint after her, stopping at the base of the scrawny pine tree. He gasped as snow started falling once again from the sky, a deep look of concern was now showing from his bright orange face. “Cootheart! Get down before the weather gets worse!” he called, flicking his tail in utter worry.
Cootheart looked back down, carefully making her way back to the frozen ground- a small smirk on her face. “Awe you aren’t any fun- its just leaf-bare. The worst it gets is icy.”
“But we aren’t RiverClan cats, we don’t do ice and snow.” The orange tom mewed, letting a sigh of relief slip out when she returned to the ground. She took a quick stroke to the back of her tail, cleaning off some bark that was stuck into her long black fur.
His fluffy white tipped tail continued to flick, however, as he watched her strut to the frozen bank. Brightfoot sunk his head low- she wasn’t going to stop being adventurous, now was she?
She trotted onto the ice, thinking it was as thick as a branch. It gave her a slight tinge of joy as she watched Brightfoot- her brother- worry about her fate in everything. Almost anything and everything the she-cat did worried him sick…and at this point it amused her. She hopped around the lake, pretending to be a young finch trying to find seeds in the spring.
The tom tensed as she continued doing so, carefully taking a step onto the bank and calling out to her, a snowflake landing on his forehead. “You should be more careful!” he hollered, voice strained from the harsh and cold winds. “The ice could crack!”
Cootheart stopped and slid across a portion of the ice, smirking, “Now why would I stop! The ice is thick enough to support me!” she called, amber eyes looking right at him. However, just as she slid to a stop she heard a loud CRACK come from beneath her.
The cat looked below her and her heart sunk… the ice had cracked. She took a step back in the direction of the bank, hoping it wouldn’t crack further- however it did. Her slender paws felt the rush of the ice-cold water below, watching in utter shock and fear as she slipped further and further into the icy water- there was nothing she could do to escape this death. She would be the cat the froze due to arrogance- utter arrogance.
Brightfoot’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He needed to do something and fast or else his only kin would be gone forever- he had to react fast. The orange tom ran across the ice, ignoring the fracturing happening underneath his own large paws as he ran to her.
He felt the water run onto his paws, making it harder for him to get traction on the smooth surface as he ran closer to her, jumping to her in leaps and bounds. The tom could not lose her- she was the only one he had left.
The warrior remembered when they were kits and their mother would be so scared to lose one of her kits that she constantly monitored them- making sure all three of them were there. Then one day while sleeping in the nursery on a cold winter day just like this on, a fox burst into the den, ruling over the queens very quickly and killing his mother in a brutal battle. His brother… Hawkkit, also died in this event… where he stood in the way between the fox and his sister, letting his left ear be torn off in the process. Cootheart was all he had. He needed her.
Brightfoot grabbed his sister by the fur at the back of her neck, placing his legs so that they were sprawled out all around him and threw her back to the bank- as close as he could anyway. He felt the ice crumble more underneath his paws, and he watched her sit up- stunned. “Goodbye, little sister. I love you.” He managed to say calmly, making eye contact with the she-cat, who had a mate and kits of her own…as he stood lonely with nothing but her. Brightfoot smiled softly before falling into the freezing water below- now gone forever.
Cootheart stopped and stared at the hole in the body of water, stunned as to what just happened before it finally registering in her mind as it continued to snow all around her, freezing her bitterly cold fur to the ice below.
After a couple of moments, she sniffed, looking down at the ground before prying herself up and turning gently into the direction of the clan. Cootheart made it back to her kits and mate that day, but she would never forget her winter savior of both times. Her brother, Brightfoot.

Credits to Jingle: warriorcatsonline.com/forums/m…