The Story of IceClan

Main Character: Frostmoon- White she-cat with ice-blue eyes

Family: Hazelsky- Golden tabby she-cat with green eyes, mother

Cedarfur- Brown tabby tom with green eyes, father

Onerose- Pale golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes, sister

Hollypaw- Red, black and white calico she-cat with green eyes, sister from a later litter

Rosepaw- Creamy white she-cat with pinkish-amber eyes, sister from later litter

Robinkit- Red, gray, black and white tortoiseshell she-kit, sister from later litter

Mousekit- Pale gray-brown she-kit, sister from later litter

Pineheart- Brown tabby tom with green eyes, brother

Oakwhisker- Brown tabby tom with amber-green eyes, brother

Sparrowpaw- Pale brown tabby tom with amber eyes, brother from later litter

Owlkit- Brown tabby tom with amber eyes, brother from later litter


Jaykit- Pale gray-brown tabby tom with blue eyes, brother from later litter


This is for the Avatar: The Last Airbender challenge on the Warriors Challenge forum, posted by Molly of the Chazin Clan. R&R!

Frostmoon sat down and sighed, looking into the swirling snow and ice of the Winter River. She was one of the Gifted, able to control ice.

IceClan had separated from WaterClan long ago, in a time when the power over ice in WaterClan was considered unnatural. Cats who bore the gift were forced to sleep elsewhere, eat other food in other places, give birth without the help of the Clan's medicine cat. It was much like the Gifted were a separate Clan, and so Frostmoon's ancestors left WaterClan and came here, to this mystical land of ice and snow. Food was plentiful, water cold and clear, trees growing thick. However, the power of ice had slowly died out in her Clan.

She was the first in many generations to carry it.

Frostmoon sighed, putting a paw in the Winter River, like she had done every day in her life since apprentice-hood. The burst of energy given was reassuring. The power tasted like the fruit of the Ice Trees, sweet, sour, and cold as new-fallen snow, mixed with the essence of Ice itself. She closed her eyes, raised her head skyward, and breathed in, claws digging into the frozen earth. The air was like drinking water after chewing mint, cool and refreshing.

She snapped open her eyes, hearing pawsteps behind her. She turned to hear Onerose padding over, then turned back. Her sister's voice, quiet and soft, rang out in the snow-filled air. "You know, you could just tell them."

She didn't move. "And have them all looking at me like I was special, like I was the host of all StarClan's power? They would expect me to have kits like Mom, to pass on the gift." She looked at Onerose sadly. "I'm not ready for that yet, sis. I couldn't- I can't..." She broke off, sighing as she gazed into the glowing river.

Onerose leaned close, rubbing her sister's side with her own in an attempt to reassure her. "You know, you won't always be alone."

She looked up. "Huh?"

"When Mom was pregnant with us, she had to keep visiting the Winter River. No other she-cats did that unless they were having kits with the gift."

"So..."

"Yes. She and Dad were the great-grandchildren of some of the most powerful Gifted. Our family is kind of inbred: they only mated with the Gifted. Mom and Dad have a huge chance for Gifted children, like you."

"...Onerose?"

"Yeah?"

"How long do you think I'll be alone?"

"I don't know."

"Robinpaw! Mousepaw! Owlpaw! Jaypaw!" The Clan cheered as the four beamed. Hazelsky yowled the loudest, her eyes shining with pride.

The training started.

"Push!" Frostmoon waited as her mother strained. Yes, she was pregnant again. This time, however, at least one was Gifted.

Kit's mewls filled the air. The medicine cat left and Frostmoon darted in.

Her mother lay in her nest, nursing three kits: One white, another a dilute calico, the last a silver tabby. She lay down next to her mother and asked, "What are their names?"

"This one... Snowkit, after my mother."

Cedarfur pushed his way in. "What did I miss?"

"We named that one." Hazelsky pointed to the white she-kit.

"Her name is Snowkit."

He nodded. "Okay. Now... I think that one should be Dapplekit." He looked at the calico kit as he spoke.

"Yes." Hazelsky beamed. "And that one will be Stonekit."

Frostmoon smiled. She wasn't alone anymore.

"Come on, you three. I need to show you something."

"What is it, sis?"

"You'll see."

Snowpaw, Dapplepaw, and Stonepaw walked behind her silently now as she led them down the path of ice, towards the Winter River.

"... Why are we going here, sis?" Stonepaw ventured a question.

"You'll see."

"Is that all you will tell us?" Stonepaw blinked, his green eyes shining slightly.

"You'll see."

"Can you say anything else but 'you'll see'?" he meowed.

"You'll see." Frostmoon restrained a smile.

A faint glow lit the trees before them, and she pushed ahead eagerly. The apprentices followed excitedly.

The light of the Winter River shimmered as the flow of snow and ice caught the weak sunlight. She turned to the apprentices and sat down. The others copied her movement.

"Why are we here, sis?" Snowpaw asked.

"What do you know of the Gifted?" she asked in reply.

"They controlled ice." Stonepaw mewed, not really helping.

"They split from WaterClan long ago, and found this land. Though our Clan has lost its gift, it will find us again." Dapplepaw recited. "But you already know that, sis. Why are you asking us?"

She leaned forward slightly. "Our family is directly descended from the Gifted. We have a huge chance for the Gift."

"Yeah?" Snowpaw prompted.

"I guess this leads to my confession." She sat up again, regal in the eerie light of the Winter River.

"Confession?" Dapplepaw asked confusedly.

"I am the last of the Gifted."

"Hhhhh!" The apprentices gasped simultaneously.

"I only found out a few moons before your birth, but our mother had to keep visiting the Winter River when she was pregnant with me. And then, when you were... created... our mother kept going to the river again."

"So?"

"No cat has done that since the days of the Gifted."

"You mean..." Dapplepaw glanced at the river.


"Yes. At least one of you is Gifted."

It took a while, but... it was worth it. All of them had it. I couldn't believe it.

"You must be careful. If you get angry, you may accidentally trigger the Storm."

"What's that, sis?"

"It's when you lose control of your powers. You just bend like crazy. It's powerful, but impossible to harness. It could destroy you."

"Oh. We'll be careful."

They learned quickly, quicker than I did. But, they had a teacher. I had to work it out on my own, with nothing more than Grandma's stories to work from. I did it, though, and now they are as powerful as me.

"Snowleaf! Dapplewing! Stonetail!" The Clan cheered as the three warriors stood proudly.

But the peace couldn't last forever. Strange cats invaded our land, and now we had to fight to save it.