Prologue

It was night.

It was cold.

It was very, very cold.

A tortoiseshell she-cat picked her way delicately around the patches of snow on a riverbank, her splotches of white fur blending into the snow.

The she-cat jumped as a tabby tom leapt easily across the frozen river and bundled into her.

"Twigbreeze!" she yelped.

The tom shook snow from his pelt. "Sorry, Poppyflight. I didn't see you."

Poppyflight relaxed the fur on her shoulders. "It's all right, Twigbreeze. Brr, it's so cold!"

Twigbreeze sneezed snow out of his nose and walked with Poppyflight along the bank. "I just can't believe it…in StarClan, I thought we always have greenleaf!"

Poppyflight nodded. "We share the same seasons of the living cats now."

Twigbreeze stopped suddenly. "Look, we're above the SkyClan camp!"

Poppyflight followed the tom's sparkling gaze. Sure enough, Twigbreeze's former Clan's camp was directly below their paws.

"Would you like to see the WindClan camp?" Twigbreeze offered hastily. Poppyflight accepted, and they leapt across the river, running across the land, paws barely skimming the ground.

Soon they skidded to a halt, paws throwing up stardust. Moorland stretched in front of them, and the WindClan camp was below. Poppyflight gazed down at the cold cats, her former Clanmates.

She shivered suddenly. Without turning around, she mewed, "Twigbreeze, is it getting colder?"

She was answered by silence.

Alarmed, she whirled around. Twigbreeze was swaying on his paws, and his eyes were half closed.

"Twigbreeze!" she screeched.

Twigbreeze didn't reply, just shivered. His nose was turning blue.

Poppyflight shuddered. The wind buffeted her fur, whipping up snow.

Twigbreeze trembled and keeled over. His ears were bluish now, and his eyes were glazing over.

"Starflakes," he whispered tremulously. "Starflakes…" He flopped over and his breathing slowed.

Poppyflight didn't stay to watch him die. She began to run, but her pace got slower and slower. Her paws felt heavy, so heavy. It was getting harder to see, too; the world looked like it was covered in frost. And she had a sensation of cold. Not freezing cold, like Twigbreeze had felt, just as if she were the ice that had covered that river.

She came to a slow stop. She tried to keep going, but her paws just wouldn't listen to her. And it was getting even harder to see. Was she in a ball of ice? That's what it felt like, but she couldn't determine for sure. She felt herself curling into a ball. The ice got thicker around her, and her eyes slowly closed…

Linelinelineline

A very young pale brown tom pushed through the snow with amber eyes half-narrowed against the wind and ice. The faint tabby stripes on his sides gave him away as he vainly searched for prey to feed his hungry Clan. Suddenly he stopped. A form lay in the snow. Painfully aware of the scolding his mentor would give him if it were dangerous, he crept forward. It was a cat! Forgetting that it might be hostile, he rushed forward and gave the body a sniff. She was still alive! He grasped her by the scruff and began to drag her through the snow back to the camp.

Okay, that's the prologue! You may have to wait a long time for the first chapter, as this story is from my create-a-cat, and as my create-a-cat isn't done yet, then I can't write the rest until I have my create-a-cat finished. Please submit kitties so I can get it done and continue this story!

~Mothy