Disclaimer : This idea was leafbreeze76's, not mine. I only wrote it. So Icepaw's kinda the female cat version of Jack Frost.
This is an updated version of chapter one containing the allegiances. (I'm not going to put their description as well)
Allegiances
RIVERCLAN
Leader : Flamestar
Deputy : Silverstrike
Medicine Cat : Dawnstripe
Apprentice : Reedpaw
Warriors :
Doefeather
Roseshine
Runningstream
Swiftminnow
Rainbreeze
Adderflight
Whitefang
Berryclaw
Skyheart
Lakepool
Heathercloud
Leafsprial
Mossshade
Otterstride
Shademist
Creeksong
Spottedpelt
Mistsplash
Quickwind
Apprentices : Mentors:
Fernpaw Ripplestalk
Icepaw Doefeather
Shadowpaw Ravendrop
Thrushpaw Goldenfeather
Shimmerpaw Ryegrass
Queens and kits :
Brookvine — Foxkit, Bluekit
Flowershine — Mistykit, Furzekit, Lightningkit
Elders :
Dewleaf
Waterflame
Ultimate Sacrifice
Chapter One
"Come on, Reedpaw," Icepaw begged. "Just for a while! Look at how solid the ice is, it won't break!" Thrushpaw joined his sister in pleading.
Reedpaw finally gave up, pushing the rest of the catmint into his storage. "If we're in trouble, it's all your fault if we don't get to be warriors or medicine cats!" he threatened. Icepaw felt doubt fleetingly. He's right, if you get caught, Flamestar will—
Icepaw cut off the little voice of doubt in her head. Together, they snuck out of camp. Their mentors, Silverstrike, Tinystep and Nightstorm were all out picking herbs or patrolling the border, giving the three littermates some free time of their own. Thrushpaw, after seeing the river completely frozen, had found some good in it—playing on the ice. Of course, such a risky action was backed by Icepaw, and they finally persuaded Reedpaw in joining.
Bounding to the frozen river, Thrushpaw tested the ice, firstly putting the weight of his leg on, then the rest of his body. Icepaw gasped when he went sliding, but giggled when he regained his balance, a look of embarrassment on his face. "It's safe," he proclaimed, almost slipping again.
Icepaw hesitated, then joined her brother. The ice was smooth and chilling beneath her pads, and she shivered as a cold wind whipped around her, as if cautioning her.
Ignoring the ominous feeling, Icepaw stepped forward, gliding and off-balanced as she slipped and crashed on the ice. Thrushpaw laughed, and even Reedpaw had to stifle his. Glaring at them indignantly, though without any real heat behind it, she grabbed Reedpaw, and they both went crashing onto the ice, tangling in a heap of limbs, fur and tails.
Reedpaw tried to get up, but the smooth ice didn't allow him to. Icepaw had some success, before dropping down back again, her sides shaking with laughter. She had forgotten how fun it was on the ice.
Thrushpaw slowly walked over, his steps uncertain as he tried not to loose his balance on the slippery ice. Skidding back to them, Thrushpaw grinned. "Doesn't this feel great?"
Reedpaw reluctantly nodded.
Icepaw froze as she heard a sound, like cracking. Wait…cracking? Scrambling backwards, eyes wide with terror, Icepaw saw a crack in the ice that was steadily growing larger and wider. Bits of ice chipped of and fell into the churning water. The hole was around five mouse-tail lengths away from her and Reedpaw, but they could not move.
Thrushpaw had managed to crawl to the bank, and was looking at them helplessly. Looking around, he spotted the border patrol coming back towards them.
"Silverstrike! Tinystep! Hailstorm!" he called, waving his tail as he looked back at them. Icepaw started moving again, regaining control over her frozen limbs. "Come on, Reedpaw!" she shouted, tugging at her brother, who remained still, gaping at the hole.
"Reedpaw!" Thrushpaw called. The patrol was coming closer, running now, to see what was happening.
Thrushpaw extended his tail to Icepaw, who was trying to get Reedpaw out of his dazzled state. Icepaw grasped it, as she held onto Reedpaw as well. The awkward half gliding, half stumbling movement jarred Reedpaw out of his state.
The patrol had arrived, the silver she-cat at the front glaring at them, and stepping onto the ice herself to help. "What did you three think you were doing?" she shouted, fury blazing in her usually calm silver eyes.
"Falling!" Reedpaw managed to gasp out the warning, before the ice cracked under him, pulling Icepaw, Thrushpaw and Silverstrike in as well.
Icepaw found the strength to pull Reedpaw out, but she herself began falling in. Thrushpaw tugged at her, the the icy water was insistent. Already tired out from the struggle, Icepaw could only watch as her hold on Thrushpaw lessened and slipped, as she fell into the frigid waters that claimed her.
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Up in StarClan, a long furred grey cat with sparkling stars in his pelt glanced down at the dying apprentice, wise amber eyes filled with sadness. Aware of what the young she-cat had done for her brother, Moonstar felt the need to intervene.
Blowing a breathe of starlight at the she-cat, her fur began to turn white as freshly fallen snow, and her closed brown eyes turned a brilliant shade of icy blue.
She began to rise from the water, the ice above her breaking apart as she opened her eyes fully this time, and saw the world in her new state.