Frostpaw, a pure white she-cat with blue eyes, stuck out of the MouseClan camp in the middle of the night to hunt. It was leafbare so snow was piling up. Frostpaw liked the snow, for it made it easier for her to hunt. She went to the stream.
"Frozen…" she muttered. Frostpaw loved to fish, so she wasn't too happy about the frozen water. Her ears twitched, hearing a scuffling sound. She whipped her head around to see where it came from. Then she heard it again. She looked on the ice and saw a mouse. Frostpaw slowly crept up on it. She used her claws to hold onto the ice.
Suddenly, there was CRACK! Frostpaw gasped to see the ice was cracking for under her paws. She ran as fast as she could and she crack ran after her. She made it on the other side right as the whole stream broke. Frostpaw panted. She looked for the mouse but saw nothing.
"Fox-dung…" She dipped a paw in the water, but jumped back at the coldness. "How am I going to get back?" she wondered. The stream stretched for days. Frostpaw sighed and started walking.
The moon was nowhere in sight, so it was imposable for Frostpaw to know where she was. Her stomach growled. She needed to find food and shelter. There was a small den in the ground. It smelled of fox, but Frostpaw could tell it was stale. She crept in, seeing it was almost as big as the nursery. She nodded and went to find some food.
She had seen a squirrel before and went to find it. When she did, she easily caught it. Frostpaw brought it back to her make shift den and sat down to eat. When she finished her meal, she curled up on the floor and fell asleep.
When she woke up, the sky was no lighter. The weather was the same. She was still cold and soar. Frostpaw got up and stretched. She padded out of the den, the forest still as dark as dusk. She sighed and kept walking along the stream. It was too dangerous to try and walk on the ice.
She soon came across another den. She sniffed in it, only to smell fox. It wasn't stale… Frostpaw turned tail and ran as she heard the growling of the animal. It felt like she ran for moons. She looked over her shoulder and saw it was still after her. I don't have a choice! She thought. Frostpaw ran onto the ice and stayed in the middle. The fox came to a stop. It sniffed the ice then ran back to its den.
Frostpaw smiled. Suddenly, another CRACK! She gasped as one of her paws got stuck in the ice. Then the ice all around her broke and sank into the stream. Her fur felt as though it became ice as she was submerged in the cold water. She tried to swim up, but her paw was still stuck. Frostpaw wanted to yowl for help, but she knew she'd have to save her breath. Her body became numb and her lungs began to fill with water. Soon, everything went black.
When Frostpaw awoke, her fur was dry, though she still felt cold. Her eyes flickered open to slits and she recognized the warm moss of her nest in the apprentices' den in MouseClan. A dream? She thought. It was a dream? She got up. It felt so real… She let out a sigh of relief. She looked around to see her fellow den mates. Thank StarClan… she sighed happily. Thank you…