Icewish

The clan trekked on towards WindClan's territory, hoping that they would find a place where the snow hasn't fallen as thickly. I can't believe this is happening! Icewish thought as she held a tiny kit in her jaws. The light grey she-kit was shivering and gave a pitiful mew every once in awhile. Icewish feared the tiny kit would freeze before they found a place to take refuge. 

Brownstar hesitated as they reached the border. Icewish knew that he didn't want to put the clan in danger by intruding, but they had no other choice. Brownstar led the clan across the border and into WindClan. They didn't make it far before they met Hawkflight, Poppyfur and Winterfrost on their way back. The medicine cat of WindClan, her fur blending into the snow, two warriors and the deputy of WindClan walked with them. 

The brown WindClan tom whom Icewish did not know looked suspiciously at the group of ThunderClan cats, "Who gave you permission to go onto our territory?" He snarled.

Brownstar dipped his head, "I'm deeply sorry. But we needed to find a place where the snow hasn't reached."

"Its fine," The deputy, Harefur flicked his tail, giving the brown warrior a warning glance. "If there is anything we can do, WindClan will help." 

"Where's Littlefeather," The medicine cat asked, Icewish thought she was named Grassclaw. Deep concern glittered in the she-cats eyes.

"Here," Stripescare padded to the medicine cat.

Grassclaw sniffed Littlefeather. Her limp body looking broken on the warrior's back. "We need to get her back," Grassclaw meowed, "Now."

Harefur dipped his head, "Follow me."

Icewish padded up a small hill, following her Clan. The kit she was holding had stopped mewing but was still breathing. Icewish hoped the she-kit would live. Icewish sniffed the air. She could smell an overwhelming scent of WindClan and, to her surprise, RiverClan.

"The snow was too deep in the camp so we found the highest hill we could find," Harefur was explaining, "The snow is thinner here. RiverClan was driven out of their camp as well. They came for help. We were willing to help them and we are wiling to help you."

Icewish padded to where Skypelt was lying with her grey and brown tabby she-kit. She put Skypelt's grey kit at her stomach. Skypelt diped her head in gratitude and watched as the kit moved a bit and started sucking feebly. Skypelt rubbed the kits with her paw to warm them up. Once the kits started to move more, Icewish padded away and found her mother, Poppytwist, among the crowd of clans.

"Hey," Poppytwist purred a greeting.  

Icewish dipped her head, "How's Littlefeather?"

Poppytwist's tail drooped, "Not good. She's very weak. I don't think she's going to make it."

"Oh," Icewish paused, sorrow washed over her, "What are we going to do now, mother?"

Poppytwist shook her head, concerned, "I don't know, Icewish. I don't know."