Alright, so here's the prologue, earlier than expected!

You cannot live with a paw in each world

A white she-cat with reflective gray eyes padded towards the large snow covered hill, she walked as fast as she dared, wanting to get to the valley that the clan made its home in before it was too late. "Moonwatcher!" The white cat paused, and turned, pricking her ears forwards to hear better against the wind as she watched her flame colored apprentice struggle through the snow after her. Sandpaw was still fairly young, and thus had a hard time traveling through the snow. Once he got older it would become a second nature to him, but not yet. Sighing, Moonwatched padded back for him, and used her thick tail to clear away some of the snow in his path "I'm sorry Sandpaw" she said in her soft voice "but we need to hurry, if we are late..." she trailed off, looking up at the sky. The Warriors Walk had not yet left the sky, so perhaps there was still time. When the sky lit up with trails of colored fire, that was the night the clan's Medicine Cats left for Highest Peak to speak with Starclan.

"Why?" the young one's voice cut through Moonwatcher's worryings. Turning back to him Moonwatcher shook her head "I'll explain later, but right now, we need to get back."

"Is it because of Honeysong? Do you think her kits are going to be born soon?" Moonwatcher gave her apprentice an odd look. This was the reason he had been chosen to train under her, because of his sense of what was going on with the other cats in the clan, even when he wasn't near them. Moonwatcher didn't reply, she simply turned, and continued back towards camp, this time waving her tail against the ground as she walked, brushing loose snow off of the trail for Sandpaw.

With great power comes great responsibility

"When will they let me in?" a darkly colored tabby was pacing in the snowless clearing, his tail lashing angrily and his brown eyes flashing on and off as he moved in and out of shadows. "Calm down Hawkthorn" a black and white tom called from across the clearing. He was sitting next to a gray she-cat near the entrance to a small cave that had been made out of ice and snow. The she-cat nodded, small snow-flake patterns spiraling in her eyes "Strongclaws is right, Moonwatcher and Sandpaw know what they are doing, they'll let you in when it's over. "But I should be in there!" he growled, a rare burst of care flowing over him. If his mate was injured, or even killed, he wanted to be there for her!

The appearance of Sandpaw as he emerged from a snow covered bush that had been partially hollowed out, with a cave dug under the roots caused Hawkthorn to bound over to him "Well?" the older tom snapped Sandpaw's fur prickled in fear and he stammered out "M..moonw..watcher says you can go in now, Honeysong had three healthy kits"

"Finally!" Hawkthorn snapped, pushing past the apprentice, who was now crouching low to the ground, and entering the den. "Honeysong?" he called softly as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the den.

His mate, a beautiful golden she-cat with brown stripes answered "Over here Hawkthorn" her tail flicking in a 'come here' gesture. Hawkthorn purred, and walked over to her. Peering at the two kits who were already suckling he said "They're beautiful" then he frowned "But, Sandpaw said there were three" Honeysong's gaze cast downwards as she sighed and said "There was something...wrong with the third one. His fur..." she trailed off, flicking her tail behind her back to nudge a small yellow and black form forwards.

Tilting his head, Hawkthorn leaned forwards, at first, not noticing anything wrong. Then he saw it. While the two suckling kits had the same long fur as the rest of the clan, the smaller one had short fur. In Iceclan, short fur meant that the cat wouldn't be as well protected against the winds of the clan. The little kit would surely die within the night.

Moonwatcher padded forwards "Because of his short fur, you would do well to name them, so that he isn't nameless in Starclan." she said quietly, her voice showing sadness, and a quiet acceptance.

Hawkfrost nodded slowly, and turned to the suckling kits. Touching his nose to the silver she-kit he said "She should be Snowflakekit" Honeysong nodded, purring, and the dark tabby tom can be Hawkkit" Hawkfrost smiled, and touched his nose to Honeysong's cheek "If that's what you want" Then he turned to the short-furred kit "And him?"

Before Honeysong could reply, Moonwatcher broke in "I've heard stories of creatures that are as small as snowflakes, yet their sting is worse than that of an icicle, why not name him after those?" Honeysong nodded slowly. "Very well, what are they called?"

Moonwatcher smiled and said "Bumblebees, and according to the Upwalker cats, they are yellow with black stripes, much like this young one."

Honeysong smiled, and nudged the tom closer to her so that he might suckle "very well...he shall be called Bumblekit."

Hawksong nodded, but turned his attention back to the thick-furred kits.

"Bumblekit it is. But remember Honeysong, don't get to close to him. He'll be with Starclan before the sun rises in the morning.

So...what do you think?

Also, just so things are clear, Iceclan lives off on their own in a frozen mountain, and because of their location, they are able to see the Aurora Bourealus which they believe to be Starclan walking in the sky. They see it every half-moon. Every time the moon is full, ceremonies are preformed. So if you were born the day after the full moon, you would be nearly seven moons before you were made an apprentice.

More things to be revealed as we go on :)

~Bumbletear out!