Littlefeather

"What happened while I was in here?" Icewish muttered through her nest as she tried to blink the sleepiness from her eyes. She had been basically asleep the whole time so Littlefeather knew that it was hard for Icewish to stay on top of news.

Littlefeather shifted, "Cloverheart died during the fight with the Shadowclan patrol and Greyspots was pretty injured. Coalkit died from hypothermia."

"Oh," Littlefeather could tell that wasn't what Icewish wanted to hear but she didn't push. Icewish yawned, "I should be getting out of here tomorrow, and into my own den."

Littlefeather listened to Icewish's breathing until it turned into a slow breath. Littlefeather knew she was sleeping so she took the opportunity to sleep herself. She closed her eyes and let darkness engulf her vision.

"Ice will lead away from snow and hunger, to a place of warmth and plenty," A voice rang into her ears.

Littlefeather bolted upright, looking around. No one was near except Icewish who was still sleeping, "It must have been a prophecy from starclan!" She muttered to herself.

Littlefeather couldn't see anything but darkness, "Whats happening? It has to be dawn by now!" She muttered.

She got up and moved toward the entrance. Her nose bumped into a soft, cold, barrier. It must be snow! But it hasn't snowed like this since before the clans! Littlefeather quickly started digging into the snow but it was like it was never-ending. 

Finally the snow gave way and an opening appeared. Littlefeather pushed through the snow and into a snow-covered clearing. The snow drifted over every opening and over top of the dens. Littlefeather wadded, more like swam, through the snow towards the leaders den.

The snow was over her head when she finally reached it. Littlefeather dove into it and dug a way through the snow and into the den. Inside, Brownstar was sleeping, oblivious to the snow that covered the entrance.

"Brownstar! Wake up!" Littlefeather yelled.

Brownstar jumped into the air, "Attack?" He asked.

"No, you need to see this," Littlefeather said and watched as her leader let his hair lie flat and followed her out.

Brownstar looked around, his eyes wide in horror, "Its like the prophecy said!" He meowed under his breath.

Littlefeather remembered the prophecy the leader shared before. She opened her mouth to share her horror with him but the leader was already on Highlegde and yowling, "Everyone! Get out of your dens now!"

Following his words cats heads started to appear from the snow. They looked around, horrified and climbed out to help dig tunnels so others could get through the snow. 

Littlefeather saw Icewish climb out of the den and run over to her father, "Brownstar!" She panted, "What do we do?"

At her words, Brownstar commanded, "Everyone who is out, help get the others free! The snow may collapse the dens!"

Littlefeather ran to the warrior's den to check if anyone was still in it. She stepped inside and looked around, no one was in there. Littlefeather turned to leave when she heard a low groan from above. She ran towards the opening, the groaning seaming louder.

Suddenly she felt the den collapse on her hind end, pinning her. She clawed frantically at the sticks that the den was made out of, but it didn't help. Littlefeather looked to the sky, "Starclan help me!" She gasped. She tried to wriggle free but her struggling sent some more of the den fall and a large wad of woven sticks fell onto her head and the world went black.