Moonbeam141: Thanks so much! I tried to make her as un-godmoddish as possible xD

So here is the next chapter of Shining Frost, sorry it's out so late, I got sick and forgot to email my files to scar to proofread, so he couldn't submit them xD

Anyway here we go c:

(P.S.: Cats sweat through their paws, so if the first bit seems weird that's why xD)

Gleam woke up in a cold sweat, her paws nearly dripping as she looked around. She began to calm down, her fur settling as she realised she was just in her nest. Looking up at the sky, she noticed it was nearly time to wake for the day. She looked down, and giggled as she saw that Wolf was lying in such a position that his behind was sticking up, his tail drooping just near his nose. That was such a weird dream, she thought to herself. I wonder if I'll ever meet that cat again? It's been a few sunrises since I met him, though, so it may just be a coincidence. Gleam got up to exit the den and quietly padded out, nosing the leafy vines that hung at the entrance of the makeshift camp out of the way.

The band of cats that Gleam belonged to preferred to stay quiet, and didn't usually pick fights with kittypets or rogues, as they had no reason to. They had no border to protect either, which resulted in most of the cats being quite relaxed and easygoing. Gleam tried not to adopt this attitude, however, as she was determined to become a strong cat, and not just a queen that lazed around with her mate all day. She hurried out of camp as soon as she could, sniffing hard to try and find the scent of a mouse, or just some kind of prey that she could attempt to catch.

The warm, inviting scent of rabbit drifted into her nostrils, and Gleam grinned. Rabbit was her absolute favourite prey. As she drank in the scent and tried to locate the animal, she saw a small white and black tail wiggling around in a patch of grass nearby. Perfect! Gleam was downwind of it so it couldn't pick up her scent that easily. Hawk had taught her that rabbits could feel the vibrations of her paws, so she needed to be slight and not step down too hard. She crouched into her hunting position, slowly moving forwards, all senses alert.

SNAP!

A twig crunched underneath Gleam's left hindpaw and she cringed as the rabbit flicked its head up in alarm, spotting her immediately. Before it could move, she sprang, trying to chase it. One of Gleam's good points was the fact that she was quite good at dodging things, unlike the rabbit that seemed to blunder into every pebble and twig on the forest floor. The young cat then sprang back on her hindpaws, leaping infront of the rabbit and attacking it with all her might. It was probably the messiest kill the forest had seen; the rabbit had fatal scratch marks on its neck and was bleeding almost all over. Gleam was still proud, and decided to take the rabbit back. She tried her best to haul the rabbit over her shoulders as it was too big to carry without it dragging on the floor and started a fast trot, eager to show her family her very first catch - even if it was terribly messy.

"If you're not careful, I'll give you a good scratch!"

"Bring it on, you mangy old queen!"

Hisses and growls erupted from the center of camp as two cats, Fox and Lily, had an arguement. Suprisingly, they were mates, but they often bickered like this. Gleam sighed and just watched. Nobody dared interrupt a fight between the two cats - the intervener would surely lose half their fur if they did. Instead, the Clan just left the two to fight. They really did seem to love eachother, though, as they were quite old cats now and had been together way before Gleam had even been born. Wolf caught Gleam's eyes from the corner of the camp. He made a face, suggesting that he was fed up with the old cats' constant bickering. He padded over to his sister, Hawk following close behind.

"Are you doing alright, li'l sis?" A brisk nod in response was all Wolf got before Gleam stretched her legs out, her tiny sharp claws jutting out of their sheathes. "Wow, you're doing good, Gleam! Have you been out hunting lately?" Another nod with a bright, toothy smile. "We've totally got to come out with you and see your moves sometime, I'm so proud of you little sis!" Wolf laughed and batted Gleam with his browny-grey paw. She wasn't expecting it, and was knocked off-balance, tumbling to the floor. A cacophony of giggles erupted from her two siblings, and she glared daggers at them, but couldn't help the sly smile creeping onto her face as she pounced on Hawk and then on Wolf, suprising the two. She held her head up high and stared at them in a way that said, Make sure you keep an eye out for me! I'm not a kit anymore~

"Okay, okay! We get it," Wolf purred. "It looks like the model mates have stopped fighting." Gleam glanced over and giggled. The pair that was fighting like rogues earlier were now purring, entwining their tails and nuzzling eachother as if nothing had happened. She shrugged and stood up, doing an action with her paws to show that she was going hunting again. "Alright," meowed Hawk. "I'm going to speak to Tiger about something." He stretched his brown paws and yawned, then sprang away to find the leader. "Good luck, Gleam! I'd come with you, but I was out really late last night and could do with some sleep," Wolf purred. Gleam nodded and waited for him to go, before exiting camp to hunt again.