Hey, this is my first book for White Snow Saga! This doesn't mean that I won't update the others. My favorite is Rain can Douse Fire actually. . .
Chapter 1 : RiverClan
The trees taunted her. Her leafy green eyes bulged out. She could hear voices in her head. . . calling to her. The dark canopy above her head only let a few rays in. Under her rushing paws was a marsh.Her white fur flashed and blurred with her speed.
"Help!" she yowled. Though she knew she was too far from home to be heard."Anyone!" Suddenly the forest came to an abrupt end. Before her flowed a vast river. Her eyes scanned the water's surface for anything she could use to get across. Her eyes soon caught stepping stones. Cautiosly she padded out to the stepping stones. She put her first snowy white paw on it. Then her other. Gaining confidence, she padded swiftly across the river.
On the other side was a barn in the distance and a clearing. Sleek shapes were moving in the distance. Cats! Growing excited, she dashed to the cats.
At about four fox-lengths away she stopped and crouched in a low bush. These weren't your every day cats! These were lean and muscular cats. With sleek, broad muzzles. Would these cats really help her? She stuck one of her ice-like paws out. No one noticed. She pulled herself gracefully out of the bush, but stayed low.
"Hello, um, could any of you help me?" She asked. The cats suddenly froze. They turned their broad muzzles to her. A she-cat padded to her. Her fur was splashed with gold spots.
"Who are you? You don't smell of any clan I know. " she said.
"My name is Whitney, and what s a clan?" Whitney cocked her head. Her fur sparkled like ice in the bright sun. The cat narrowed her eyes.
"We are a clan. RiverClan. The clans are made up of us wild-born cats. Were are you from?"
"I am," Whitney pondered the thought for a heartbeat. Should she tell these cats where she was from?"from Twoleg Place." The she-cat, along with her clan, growled."My housefolk, I mean Twolegs, left me out here." The she-cat calmed down.
"Very well, Kittypet, would you like to join RiverClan?" Whitney shook with excitment, but soon calmed down.
"Um. . .," she mewed."Yes?" Whitney sat down.
"I am Leopardstar. And now, how old are you?"Leopardstar asked.
"Six moons," Whitney replied.
"Very good," Leopardstar placed her muzzle on Whitney's shoudler."From this moment on, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Icepaw. In honor of your ice-like pelt."
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