Ice Demon

Disclaimer: Erin Hunter created the Warriors series. I only own the rights to DemonClan, SnowClan, MistClan, CloudClan, and MoonClan. I also have rights to Spottedmask and Hawkmask. Enjoy.

Firestar stiffened. An unfamiliar scent reached his nose. He turned around and stared into the shadows. Two ice-blue eyes stared back.

"What are you doing here?" a voice hissed. "Who are you?" A lithe she-cat padded out of the shadows, her icy eyes piercing into Firestar's very soul. The she-cat's pelt was pure white with blue-gray fur on her snout, ears, tail, and paws. She bared her teeth. "You don't belong here. This is the territory of DemonClan!" She pounced and sank her fangs deep into Firestar's throat.

The ginger tom woke with a start. He raised a forepaw to his throat. "Thank StarClan," he whispered. The ThunderClan leader carefully looked over his clanmates. Everything was quiet. Brambleclaw sat awake, keeping watch. Firestar padded over to his deputy and sat down. "I'll take watch. You rest."

Brambleclaw nodded silently and curled up, quickly falling asleep. Firestar scanned the area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Of course, he was unfamiliar with the new territory. He sighed quietly.

Downwind, the she-cat from Firestar's dream meticulously watchd ThunderClan, formulating a plan to rid her territory of the intruders. She smiled, her menacing fangs glinting in the fading moonlight. She looked over her shoulder. "Spottedfur," she whispered.

A large brown tabby tom moved to sit beside the she-cat. His black spots and stripes camouflaged with the shadows. "Yes Icestar?"

See those cats over there? They're too close to camp. We need to get rid of them."

"Aren't they one of those Clans that recently moved through here?"

Icestar nodded. "That's right. We were patient when they first arrived but they ignored our scent markers and hung around here." She turned to Spottedfur. "I want them out. Another Clan is the last thing we need to worry about."

Spottedfur kneaded the ground. His bright green eyes glinted darkly. "I will rally the warriors for an attack."

"Not so fast Spottedpelt." A white she-cat with large tan paws gently grabbed Spottedfur's tail in her teeth. Her long ears and fluffy tail were raised.

"Horsehoof," Spottedfur said plainly. "Do you have a better idea? I'm open for suggestions."

Horsehoof released the tom's tail. "As DemonClan's deputy you are responsible for protecting the territory, not killing every intruder that comes by."

Icestar closed her eyes. "She's right Spottedpelt. I don't want any of them dead. I just want them off our territory. SnowClan, MistClan, and CloudClan would agree I'm sure. And besides, MoonClan haven't sent any sign that these cats threaten us."

"True," Horsehoof said. "Sharptooth hasn't gotten anything. That's another reason an all-out attack is unnecessary." She nudged Spottedfur with her shoulder.

The deputy looked away. "I don't want my kits in any danger. Mossnose would kill me." He stood up and faced Icestar. "Times are tough these days. Even after all these moons the four Clans here are still recovering from Graystar's actions. And DemonClan are still getting over the loss of Sunpelt."

Icestar sighed. "Sunnyshore and Fangear have grown into fine young warriors with their father's spirit to guide them. He would be proud to live beside them if only Greencough hadn't taken him from us." She closed her eyes. "I've made my decition. I don't want any of those other cats hurt. Spottedfur, I swear, if you so much as touch a single hair on their bodies, I will suspend your rank and send you to do apprentice work."

Spottedfur gulped. "Y-yes Icestar." He bowed and padded into the fading shadows.

That's pretty good if I do say so myself. I should really be working on this school essay instead of wasting class time writing fanfictions but I don't care! My awesome teacher left so class is kind of boring. But this is FUN! I encourage flames just so you know. Review!