Scarlet SAYS: I have this on my other account, Scarlet Harrison, but since I've never finished it, I moved it over here so I can do it with a friend. So no, I didn't steal this from anyone.
Main Clan Cats:
Iceclan: 40 Cats
Leader: Wolfstar: White, shaggy tomcat
Deputy: Flameheart: Red she cat with green eyes.
Medicine Cat: Spottedheart: Spotted she cat
Apprentice: Brighteyes
Warriors:
Graycloud: Gray Tom
Bittersoul: Black and white she cat
Apprentice: Rainpaw
Stillwind: Black and White Tom
Redwing: Red tomcat
Mouseheart: White tom with gray spots.
Darkear: Orange tom with black ears.
Lightwave: Black she cat with silver ripples on her back.
Snowheart: Silver she cat with black legs, tail, ears and mask.
Peachfur: Creamy yellow tom
Darkstripe: Black tomcat with blue eyes. cat like his father
Apprentices:
Brighteyes: Warrior first. Orange she cat training as a medicine cat.
Rainpaw: Gray she cat with blue spots showering her.
Icepaw: Silver she cat with black claws and shimmering green-blue eyes.
Queens:
Dawnrunner: Creamy, mufti dark-colored she cat. Nursing.
Kits:
Firekit: Red tom kit. 2 Moons old: Dawnrunner and Redwing.
Duskkit: Dark gray she cat. 2 Moons old: Dawnrunner and Redwing.
Fireclan: 37 Cats
Earthclan: 43 Cats
Skyclan: 36 Cats
A screech split the air of the calm Iceclan camp, startling all the cats in the clearing. Cats relaxed when they saw that the screech was only one of Lightwave and Puresoul's, as they were giving birth to their kits at the moment. Brighteyes, a warrior trained and now medicine cat trained she cat, entered the nursery in a flourish.
A few minutes later, Peachstar and Wolfclaw were pushed into the nursery to see their mates and kits. Three kits had been born to Lightwave and one to Puresoul. Peachstar immediately crouched over his tired mate, Lightwave, licking his three kits, two toms and one she cat. Snowkit, Peachkit and Darkkit had been born.
Crouched over Puresoul, Wolfclaw licked his single kit furiously, as the kit, Icekit, was small and weak. Just as Icekit took a deep breath into the world, Puresoul let out another screech. Brighteyes, who had been outside the nursery, rushed in, Spottedheart on her tail. They pushed both the kit and Wolfclaw out of the way as Darkdance groaned. Icekit tumbled to the corner, and lay there, whimpering, going unheard in the chaos.
As Puresoul lowered her head to the moss, she seemed to stare at Icekit with hateful and accusing eyes, and her last words were, "That kit is no kit of mine. I will not have her live a full life for her evil deeds will start soon. She is no kit of mine."
Then Puresoul closed her eyes and died, leaving behind a kit that was not hers, and a mate whom she loved. Wolfclaw's pain was heard in form of a yowl that would forever be rembered. And Icekit gave one last whimper before drifting away into a sea of darkness in which she would soon find as her only love and peace.
6 Moons Later: Icepaw is 7 Moons Old:
A silver she cat sat in the shadows, her eyes closed to the world, her black claws digging into the ground. Her tail lashed once as she felt a breeze going by, a breeze that filtered her, Icepaw's, scent in the den she was sitting by. A black and white tom cat, bigger than Icepaw by three times, like every cat, emerged from the den, his bright green eyes taking her in.
"Icepaw, I told you, I have things to do today. Besides train you to fight." Stillwind didn't add what Icepaw knew what he was thinking: She was too small anyway.
And he was probley right, she thought, as she cracked her green and blue eyes open. She was small, more like a five-moon-kitten than a seven-moon apprentice. She shook her head and got up, walking to the clearing entrance. The last thing Icepaw heard before she left was from a she-cat called Bittersoul, Stillwind's sister.
"I pity you. I got a good apprentice while you got It." Bittersoul had commented loudly, yet did not know what she had caused in Icepaw.
Icepaw trotted slowly to her favorite place. It was a tall rock, a small hill of rocks. She had named it Dark Dance Mountain, for no reason but she liked the name. Laying down at the base of it, farthest to the clan, Icepaw thought.
Her clan hated her. Every cat had heard the story. Her mother Puresoul had said she was to do evil, that she, Puresoul, had no daughter. A week later, Peachstar had died with the last words, "Kill not of the kit made of Ice And Darkness. She shall bring hate and spite, death and cruelty. But to kill her would be to kill who you are. Train her and let her live till she is 9 moons old. Then make her a Spirit of ice and kill her."
She was hated. She was an It. Not a cat liked her, not a cat cared for her. Lightwave had nursed her, yet even Lightwave hated her. He had no family but Wolfstar, who hated her most of all. She had no friends. So why did she stay here?
The thought to run away to the mountains had possessed her several times. But she resisted. She wanted her warrior name first. The seven-moons old apprentice hissed and batted away a leaf that had fluttered down from the sky. Pinning the leaf to the ground, she tore the red oak apart, so shreds fluttered as she swiped her paw under it. Then laid down more comfortably and closed her eyes, letting the thick water of darkness and silence wash over her. It was her only comfort. Her only real home.
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The sun had half way sunk into the ground by the time Icepaw opened her green-blue eyes. And to what she saw when she opened her eyes, it scared her, more than anything.
The body of a cat lay on the ground, torn to shreds, blood splattered on the ground in symbols. A snowflake, flames, a rock, a cloud, and a star. All were circled by a oval, each to represent the five clans. Earthclan was the rock; flames were for Fireclan, snowflakes for Iceclan, a cloud for Skyclan, and a star for Starclan. Yet as she watched, another symbol appeared. It was inside a square, colored in darker blood than the rest. The square filled in with blood, and then an empty drawing appeared. It was a half sun an moon, morphed together. The circle disappeared into the bottom of the square, so there was a half circle. Then lines stuck out from half of the semi-circle, and the other half was plain.
Icepaw let out a hiss and brought her paw down on the symbols, but as the blood splashed away, imprints were left. Earthclan in brown, Iceclan in white, Fireclan in red, Skyclan in light blue, Starclan in all the colors, and the moon-sun half in black.
She looked at them all, knowing the dead cat with the blue eyes, one that looked like Wolfstar, would disappear after a second, because it was a sigh from Starclan. So she focused on the signatures that she knew would still be there forever more. But her eyes were drawn to the newer one, one that did not belong to a clan. She had seen it before in her dreams, and was in love with it. Why? What was it?
After the sun had gone down, Icepaw finally got up and left, but not before thinking, Would it not be great if a better, more accepting clan was where I was born?
Warrior Ceremony:
Wolfstar cleared his throat as he started down at the daughter named Icepaw, who looked up at him with no emotion. Then he began.
"I, Wolfstar, leader of Iceclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and i commend her to you in her turn. Snowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Wolfstar looked down at the white and black apprentice who was Icepaw's cousin.
"I do." Replied Snowpaw, who sat ahead of the other cats.
"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Snowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Snowheart. StarClan honors your loyalty and tracking, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Iceclan."
Wolfstar repeated this process with Darkpaw, who was now Darkstripe and Peachpaw, now Peachfur. But when he got to Icepaw, he paused. Something was about to happen with the little she cat, whose size was as big as well, a new apprentice. Her eyes of cold green and blue, and her claws of night.
"I, Wolfstar, leader of Iceclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you in her turn. Icepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do…." Icepaw paused, "I do not."
"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Icepaw, from this moment you will be known as Icespirit—" Wolfstar was about to finish the ceremony when the words, I do not, registered in his head. He did a double thought, thinking a hundred thoughts per second. And a minute went by without a noise.
"Icepaw, don't be silly. Say the right words." Wolfstar growled, jumping down to look down at her.
"No. I will not. I am not a cat of this clan any longer." She, Icepaw, meowed flatly, without a drop of emotion, dodging the swipe of a clawed paw from her former leader.
"Kill her!", "Exile her!. "Destroy her!" came from within the group of cats behind the white tomcat and the small white apprentice. Father and daughter looked at each other, their eyes locked.
"I'm leaving. You didn't even want me in this clan. So I'll leave." Icepaw hissed, anger now in her. Rage firing the eyes not one cat had ever seen hold emotion. And they now shied away from the eyes as the colors changed from green and blue to silver-blue.
Wolfstar motioned for the clan to move so an entrance was created to the exit tunnel. The prophecy of killing the Spirit Of Ice was forgotten. Icepaw backed away till she was at the exit tunnel\, to where the words she said next would echo throughout the past, presence and future forever. Always rembered, always sad.
"My name is Shadow Dancer! And I am no longer part of Iceclan. But fear not, for I will be back." Icepaw, no, Shadow Dancer, paused and gave a smile as chilling as ice. "When I come back, I will have grown into a Warrior of Darkness, training throughout the mountains, forests and plains! I will be back, and I will kill you all off one by one! When none survive this clan, I will move to the next. And you, in you're Starclan, will rember who did this! And no, not Shadow Dancer! But yourselves! You shunned a small kit, a small apprentice! You turned me into this! And for that, I will always hate you! All but one from each clan and a loner of power has the skills to destroy me! Or so Starclan has told me! But we will see!"
Then Shadow Dancer, no longer Icepaw, turned and slipped out of the tunnel, leaving sad, angry and confused clan cats behind. No cat, not even those who were supposed to have trained her, knew she had that much hate and sadness in her.
But soon after, the clan of Ice, they forgot what had made Icepaw, the troubled apprentice, into Shadow Dancer. But they rembered how she was mean in her last moments, and that was what they would rembered, their selective minds forgetting everything else. And as for Shadow Dancer herself…. The clans of Earth, Sky, Ice and Fire for five moons didn't see her. But they heard of her from loners.
They heard of a black-clawed, icy eyed, silver furred she-cat who was unbeatable and untamable. A she-cat that was kind to all cats, from loners, to rogues, to the tribe called Tribe Of Dark Sunrise, where she was training. And they feared less and less, for there was no way that this kind cat could be Shadow Dancer, or formerly Icepaw. At least, until one day, five moons and three dawns later, on the day, fourteen moons ago, Icepaw was birthed…Then they feared…
Then they feared...