Frostheart
Prologue
The cold air was silent. A young she-cat was padding silently through her clan's territory. Suddenly, she heard a rustle behind her. She whipped around her head to see another young she-cat step out. Realizing their was another cat there, the loner bared her teeth in a snarl, and unsheathed her long, thorn-sharp claws. Look, she-cat just leave now and I can let you leave without any scratches to remember me by. The she-cats eyes glittered with amusement as she got comfortable on the grass, with her tail tucked on her front paws. Make me, softie. Frostheart felt her neck fur bristle as the word softie reached her. I'll show you who's a softie! She leaped with unsheathed claws and missed the she-cat as she whipped to the side before Frostheart landed. In less than an heartbeat when she landed, she aimed a blow at the black she-cat. The black cat reared on her hind legs as thorn-sharp claws meet her right eye. Panting slightly, the black she-cat stood up finally and faced Frostheart with pure impression. The loner had a fresh scar on her right eye, that she would hold for the rest of her life. She leaped at Frostheart, and bowled her over. Thinking fast, Frostheart leaped as high and quickly as she could. She pinned the she-cat to the ground putting all her weight on all paws. The black cat just laughed and laid her head on the grass. Frostheart let her get up. Listen, unless you want a another scar leave my territory now! Who's going to make me? Frostheart growled and was shocked as she heard a familiar, firm voice. We are you silly she-cat. Turning around she saw three she-cats she was never so excited to see in her life than now. The newcomers was her friend, Pinkheart,Rosethorn, and Patchedpelt. Pinkheart stood at her full height narrowing her eyes at the trespasser. You really think you can fight off four cats? The loner seemed to come to common sense. With a final hiss, she turned and ran off towards ShadowClan territory. Thanks, Frostheart meowed. No problem, Pinkheart replied with a smile. The four she-cats headed back to camp and settled in their nests. Frostheart felt herself drift into sleep as Pinkheart murmured, Goodnight.