Blood is Ice Cold
I am dragged back into the nursery by the scruff of my neck. "Icekit!" My mother screams. I sigh. With the frost on the ground and me being a kit, I can't get out much.
"In Newleaf, when you become an apprentice," my mother says. "Then you can leave the nursery."
My blue eyes look at her with annoyance, and I walk over to the other kits if Frostclan. They look at me and scowl. I am a small, fragile, white tom. I am blind and wish that I could see. My sightless blue eyes give other cats the impression that I can see into their soul. Yeah right.
The cold leaves everyone sleeping with their kin. But I have no one to curl up next to me. I shiver as a cold wind blows flakes of snow into the nursery. The ice leaves me with a layer of protection, and I fall asleep.
The reminder of being sneered at yesterday leaves me with a bad feeling in my mind. I sigh and try to forget. My paws lead me to the edge if the nursery. I can feel the frost melting under my paws. The cool, prickly, ice clears my head. I can focus in what matters most. Newleaf. It will be coming soon.
"Icekit!" I can hear my mother's desperate shrieks. I turn. I hear her raise her head from a pile of frost. I can't see her die, but I know what happens. My mother's light gray fur slowly losing the battle to the harsh ice. The color draining from her dark blue eyes. I stare blankly, but with many different emotions inside.
"Help me! I'm dying!" She tries to scream, but she doesn't have the energy. I pad over and whisper, "I love you Mom, but you are dead."
I can sense the shock in her. I run a paw over her body and seal the frost. The ice grows thicker, and I can hear the last breath she takes. I smile and walk back to the nursery. One down, only a few kits left to go.
A/N This is a quick chapter of a story that I wrote for the What's in a Name challenge by Hunter of Sacred Dreams. There will be more chapters to come, but for now... -Shadedrop of Maskedclan
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