I do not own Warriors or any of the original characters from Warriors, I simply own the ones not in the original series.
Chapter One
A fierce white and ginger colored tom ripped through the ranks of the enemy cats that dared to harm his clan. With his right paw being ginger colored along with the top of his head, his chest, his right flank, and a ginger splotch on his left side; he was the fiercest warrior to ever set foot in the clan territories. Even with his crooked jaw his bite was to be feared.
He smirked with satisfaction as the enemy retreated. He leapt up onto a rock and yowled, "Fear me enemies of –Clan, for I am Ice-!"
"Icekit," His mother meowed, prodding him gently with one paw.
"No!" Icekit wailed. That was not how he had wanted his dream to end. He felt his brother, Spiderkit, stirring beside him.
Spirderkit yawned, stretching beside Icekit, his black pelt quivering in certain spots. He mewed, "What in StarClan's name were you dreaming of? I was being kicked so many times it wasn't funny!"
"I was dreaming of being the greatest warrior WindClan has ever seen!" Icekit meowed happily. A thought drifted into his mind, you didn't hear what clan you belonged to. He shook his head back and forth. He knew that he would always be loyal to WindClan; he was a direct descendant of Windstar after all, not to mention his great grandfather was Crowfeather, one of the four legendary cats that had led the clans to the lake where they all lived. How could he be loyal to any other clan but WindClan?
As he got to his paws and stretched, his mother, Flowerstep, licked his twisted jaw.
Flowerstep was a beautiful calico she-cat and Icekit was proud to be her son. Icekit and his brother had been born during a drought. The closest water had been at the lake, so his mother, with the help of a warrior had carried him and his brother down to the lake to drink. Flowerstep had been carrying him with the utmost care, but when her paw got caught in a small hole, she had accidentally released his scruff and he had fallen to the ground, breaking his jaw. Icekit's jaw had eventually healed, but it would always be twisted. His mother had never forgiven herself for breaking his jaw, but there were some days that Icekit felt that she didn't care for him as much either because of his disfiguration.
When Icekit had finished stretching, Spiderkit asked, "Flowerstep, can we go outside and play?"
Flowerstep nodded, and Icekit and Spiderkit took off with meows of delight.
Spiderkit was the first to dash out of the nursery, a gorse bush against a boulder. Icekit tore after his brother, but he collided with a ginger and white warrior.
The warrior steadied him with his muzzle and gave him a gentle lick, "All right there, Icekit?"
Icekit nodded at his father, Emberpelt. He was mostly a ginger color, but his belly, paws, and tail tip were white. Emberpelt was nowhere near as bad tempered as Icekit's grandfather, Breezepelt, who now resided in the elders' den.
Emberpelt purred as he shoved Icekit aong after Spiderkit. Icekit always hoped that he was his father's favorite, but he didn't dare ask. He knew that his mother's favorite was Spiderkit.
Icekit glanced after his father as Emberpelt padded over to a group of warriors near the center of the camp before he took off after Spiderkit again.
Spiderkit called from near the edge of camp, "Bet you can't beat me!" He leapt at Icekit.
Icekit dodged to the side, and leapt up onto his brother's back, gripping his shoulders gently, yet firmly, with unsheathed claws. Spiderkit tried to dislodge him by rolling onto his back, but Icekit leapt off quickly. Moving in, he paced his paws on Spiderkit's exposed belly and meowed, "Beat you!"
Before Spiderkit could respond, an angry voice hissed, "Would you two keep it down?"
Icekit got off Spiderkit and faced Breezepelt, whose features were only just visible in the elder's den, which used to be a badger's set.
"Spiderkit mewed as Breezepelt glowered at them, "We're sorry, Breezepelt."
Breezepelt merely snorted in disgust, while a gentler voice meowed, "Let them be, they're still only kits."
Heathertail's light brown pelt was visibe as she pointed out, "Remember they've only got a quarter moon to go before they're apprentices."
"Not soon enough," Breezepelt growled softly as he settled down into his moss nest.
Spiderkit ignored Breezepelt, and instead focused on Heathertail, "Just you wait! Icekit and I will be the greatest warriors of WindClan ever!"
"Yeah!" Icekit chimed in. "Spiderkit will be deputy and I'll be clan leader one day!"
Icekit got the response he'd been hoping for from his brother. Spiderkit growled playfully and lunged at him. They both rolled away from the elders' den, play hissing as they went.
They rolled into the middle of the camp, and Icekit managed to leap away from Spiderkit, and hissed playfully, "I'm a ThunderClan warrior, what are you going to do about it?"
"This!" Spiderkit sprang at Icekit.
Icekit instinctively rolled to the side to avoid Spiderkit. Once Spiderkit had landed, Icekit leapt onto his shoulders and clung there as Spiderkit twisted and turned trying to dislodge him. Spiderkit finally reared onto his hind legs and made to topple over. At the last second, Icekit leapt off, and pinned Spiderkit to the ground where he had fallen.
"Get off you great lump!" Spiderkit meowed, pawing at Icekit's shoulder.
Icekit leapt off and licked his right paw, drawing it over his ears, trying to calm himself as Spiderkit got up and meowed, "I swear Emberpelt's been giving you private lessons!"
"No, I haven't!" Emberpelt meowed as he approached them, having been only a few leaps away. "Well done, Icekit! You'll make a great warrior!"
Icekit raised his tail proudly into the air.
Spiderkit whined, "What about me?"
"I'm positive that you'll be the best hunter in the clan!" Emberpelt mewed quietly, licking the top of Spiderkit's head. Spiderkit puffed out his chest, and his tail went into the air. He turned his attention back to Icekit and pounced on him without warning, another play fight ensuing.
