Icewish

Icewish found herself in a middle of a deciduous forest. The scent of decaying leaves found home in her lungs. She sucked in the smell through her nose, enjoying the scent of home. There was another scent, though. Cats!

She felt the fur in the back of her neck prickle in fear, remembering the fight with the ShadowClan patrol. Icewish looked to her shoulder, and to her surprise, the wound was gone and with it, the pain.

The bushes rustled nearby and came out a large tabby tom, much like her father. Following a flame-like ginger tom and a blue-grey she-cat with silver on her muzzle. Their fur sparkled with stars from Starclan.

"Am I dead!" Icewish meowed.

The large tom chuckled, "No, you're not dead. I am Bramblestar, and that is Firestar and she is Bluestar," He pointed to the cats in turn.

Icewish dipped her head respectfully to the former leaders and let her hair lay flat. She had heard of them often from elders when she was young.

"You are here because times are tough and many cats are dying," Bluestar meowed.

Icewish shuddered, she had saw much of that the past few days.

"Your father wants to stay, even though we told him to move to a place where the Clans will make a new home," Firestar explained.

Icewish felt her fur heat with rage. Why hadn't her father told them they would have to move! "I will go even if my father wants to stay! I will not starve here if there is hope!" Icewish told them.

Bramblestar seemed satisfied, then told her, "Ice will lead away from a place of snow and hunger, and into a place of warm and plenty."

Icewish was confused, "I don't know what you mean. How can ice lead to warmth?"

But the cats disappeared and she found her nest and with it, agony.

Icewish groaned with pain as she became conscious. She lifted her head to look at her wound. She found angry red flesh with blood pooling from it. Her fur around the wound was stained scarlet with blood.

"Lay your head down!" Icewish heard the medicine cat growl impatiently.

She did as she was told and yowled in pain once again when Littlefeather pressed cobweb on the sensitive flesh. Icewish heard her father's muffled voice at the den entrance as she let out another yelp.

"Give her something for the pain now! That's an order!" Her father's worried voice met her ears clearly now.

"Ok!" Littlefeather huffed, "Eat these!"

Icewish lapped up the small round seeds and laid her head down as drowsiness took over.