Ice Demon
Icestar lay sunning herself atop Demon Fang Rock. Her eyes were closed and her ears twitched occasionally. A silver-gray she-cat climbed up the rock, her white paws powerfully gripping the stone. She peered over the edge and looked at her leader with her dark blue eyes. "… Icestar?"
The DemonClan leader opened her eyes. "Ah, Waterfall! What brings you up here today?"
"It's your sons. Well, Fangear mostly. They've been showing off again and this time it's gone too far. They're planning on chasing those other cats away on their own."
Icestar shook her head with a frown. "I'll take care of them." She jumped down from the rock and cornered her sons. Fangear. Sunnyshore. "Just because you are Sunpelt's kits does not make you immortal. You are your father's sons but you're not him. I can't risk losing any more warriors." She picked up Sunnyshore by his scruff and herded Fangear toward the elders' den.
Sunnyshore whined. "Ma! Why do we have to go here? We're not apprentices anymore!"
Icestar put Sunnyshore on the ground. "You may as well still be with the way you've been acting. Now, go in there. Mistwing's been complaining of ticks. Sharptooth already has mouse bile waiting for you."
Fangear grimaced. "I hate mouse bile." His mother's glare sent him and his brother scurrying into the elders' den without another word.
Icestar sighed and turned to a cat identical to Waterfall but with an oddly bent ear. "Raincloud, will you keep an eye on those two?"
The she-cat nodded. "Of course Icestar." Raincloud padded into the den. "Icestar wants you to work hard today to regain your honor. Now work!"
Icestar chuckled to herself and returned to sunning herself on top of Demon Fang Rock. "Ah, I can always rely on my two sisters to keep those rascals in line." She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A warm breeze rustled the leaves. A white tom with silver-gray stripes lifted his head and blinked his tired silver eyes. He listened to the rustling of the leaves. Voices filled his head. "Fire alone can save the Clan." "Four will come together and shake the forest to its roots." "There will be three, kin of your kin, who will carry the power of the stars in their paws."
What? Who are these spirits? They aren't of MoonClan. I don't recognize the voices.
"They call themselves StarClan." "They came here with the others." "They are unfamiliar with the area." "They are just confused Sharptooth."
Sharptooth nodded and closed his eyes. This is going to be rather confusing. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's confused. This StarClan of theirs… Who are they? He shrugged. Oh well. I'll just let it go. He let his mind go blank and fell asleep.
This is going to lead up to the big moment in the story!
