Alone Together: A Broken Ice Novella - Chapter 1

Hey guys! This is a novella to my fanfiction, Broken Ice. You can check it out on my profile if you wanna read it however, IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO HAVE READ BROKEN ICE BEFORE READING THIS. This is just the back stories of two of the characters - Dove and Pire. You can read this without having read Broken Ice, and you'll understand it just fine.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy - it will only be six chapters long.

I don't own Warriors.

Part One

Brother and Sister

Two kits lay in the shadows of the fallen tree. The two pelts were curled together into a small ball—one half white, and one half a creamy brown color with white flecks. Suddenly a white head rose from the ball, and a pair of warm brown eyes blinked open. A body emerged next as the white bundle rose to its paws. The white she-kit stepped around her brother and toward the den entrance. Her tiny mouth stretched open in yawn. She sat at the den entrance, her brown eyes scanning the distance, and her ears swiveling around her head.

She licked one of her paws nonchalantly, and fluffed out her pelt. It was mid-morning, but the sky was a dull, depressing gray. The wind was cold, and it sliced through her thick, fluffy pelt. She flattened her ears against her head as she thought. It would snow soon, and it would probably be best if she found food for her and her brother now, before the snow fell.

"Dove?" a tired voice called from back inside the den.

The white she-cat turned toward him, her brown eyes sad. "Yeah, Pire?"

The creamy brown tom sat up. He yawned and began to stretch, slowly. "Where's Dad?"

"Dunno. Probably out… doing something that's more important than watching us," Dove answered, coming back into the den to sit beside her brother. As she plopped down beside him, the smaller, skinnier cat shifted closer. Pire moved until his pelt brushed hers. Dove smiled as she felt the warmth from his body radiate onto hers. At least he was warm.

"Why does Dad leave all the time?" Pire asked quietly.

Dove sighed, and looked down. She knew why. She knew that their father had another mate, and another family out there that was more important than her and Pire. She knew that he cared for them more. She knew that he couldn't stand to be around them because they reminded him too much of their mother. She knew that he despised them because they had lived, and their mother had died. She knew that he hated that their mother had willingly sacrificed herself to save them. Long story short, in their father's eyes, they killed their mother.

"He's just… busy with things, Pire," Dove tried to convince him. Dove always wanted to protect Pire. Pire was her little brother—her only friend in this world. He was hers to love, hers to cherish, and hers to protect from the harsh reality of the world. No matter what happened, she would always be there to protect her little brother. Because that was what she had to do; it's what she'd always done.

Whenever their father left to go see his "other family", he'd always turn to her and say: "You know the rules, Dove. If a fox, or a badger comes, you take your brother and you run. If another cat comes, you run. If you have to, you fight—use your claws and teeth first and ask questions later. Look after Pire. You hear me, kit?"

Dove would always listen carefully, and nod to all of these. She had multiple escape routes planned in her mind if something ever did happen. All that mattered was protecting Pire. He was everything to her.

"Oh…" he sighed. "I wish he wasn't," he said.

"I know, Pire… Me too, sometimes."

Pire sighed. "Well… it's too cold to do anything."

Dove thought for a moment, and shrugged. She purred slightly. "I wouldn't say that…"

Her brother gave her a questioning look.

"You know, if you run around for a while… you don't get as cold. We could go outside and play," Dove offered.

Pire smiled widely. "Really?! But you never want to play! You're always worried about being safe, and all that. Am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming!"

Dove let out a small mrrow of laughter. "I'm not that boring, am I?" she asked, unable to wonder if it were true. Does he really think of me as being a stick in the mud? Doesn't he realize that everything I do, I do to protect him?

He shrugged. "I know that you look after me because Dad can't… You act like a grownup, even though you're just as old as I am."

Dove looked away, avoiding his gaze. She narrowed her eyes. Does he hold that against me? For acting like a grownup? "I just try to do my best to keep you safe, Pire."

"I know," he said quietly. "I just… I wish you could be my sister instead of my mother, my father, and my sister. You know?"

Dove sighed. "I know, Pi. I know."

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