"I call upon Starclan to look down upon this apprentice…"
My heart beat rapidly, knowing what came. I couldn't hear anything—just the blood pounding in my ears and my strained breath.
"New name…"
I held my breath, not letting it out until the last word came out of my leader's jaws.
"Frostfire…!"
Frost…
Fire!
I held my head up proudly, and basked in the moon's cold shine. Mistystar, my leader dipped her head to me and chanted my new name with the rest of the clan.
"Frostfire! Frostfire! Frostfire!"
It was a strange name, combining ice and fire. I glanced at Mistystar, and wondered why she chose my name. Frost, the biting cold. Fire, the scorching heat. Mistystar meowed to me, "Okay, Frostfire, its time for your silent vigil."
I nodded mutely and padded triumphantly to the barrier. The river gurgled nearby, and I lapped up the cold water. The stars twinkled in the sky, and rippled in the water. I just noticed how beautiful the world was, the stream, the sky, the trees, everything.
I seated myself at the thorn barrier, gazing into the stream. It was black with white glinting of the edges. Suddenly, two glowing amber eyes blinked open in them. I spun around and saw… nothing.
It was all black… dark. What was that? Then, a shining pair of eyes blinked open… another… and another. I was surrounded! I screamed alarm to my clan as the first cat barreled into me. Shadowclan? No. I heard cries of alarm from my clan, raising the hair on my back. I scored my claws across my attacker's face, but the white tom didn't even flinch. He sunk his teeth into my ear and his claws met my flesh.
I gathered all my strength in my haunches and he lifted clear off me. The pain in my flank stung, and I realized this is the first time I was in battle alone.
So alone.
I heard a cat call for me from behind, but I didn't have time to rush back into camp until more cats attacked me.
This time, two more cats flew at me from behind, including the tom from before. I recognized his piercing blue eyes. The second tortishell landed on top of me and pinned me down, tracing his hind legs down my spine forcefully. Despite the pain, I writhed and wriggled like a Lionclan cat.
The white tom flicked his tail, and even more cats appeared from the undergrowth! My clan would be wiped out by this number. Another tabby cat lodged his teeth into my shoulder, and a black she-cat attacked my haunches. I yowled in pain and fear, and squirmed as the white tom paced calmly up to me. He dragged his claws down the bridge of my nose, and I gasped in agony. He gouged his claws into the same wound, scraping the raw flesh.
I tried to squeeze away, but he slashed at my eyes again, and I barely ducked out of the coming blindness. There was a scream behind me, and I recognized my leader.
Then, there was silence. Then… wails of disbelief and sadness. A chilling shiver spilled down my bloody spine… Mistystar was dead. It was her last life.
Then, the huge wave of cats retreated from my camp, and I craned my neck around to see bloody, battered bodies strewn around the clearing. I gazed at them in sorrow, and then I was lifted away. I fought against my captors, but there were too many. Excited whispers rippled about me, as I was surrounded and led away. If I went too slowly, cats from behind me would claw my haunches.
I noticed, then, that most of the cats had dark pelts, black, dark grey, tortishell. The only one that stood out was that white tom from before. Although his fluffy white pelt seemed childish, I knew he was the most dangerous of them all.
2 b continued.
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