IceClan

(WC)

Seedpaw- brown she-cat with black tabby markings and brown eyes

Creampaw- cream tabby she-cat with green eyes

Whiteheart- fluffy, battle-scarred white tom with green eyes

Eagletalon- gray tabby tom with gray eyes and yellow streaks in eyes

Grayhawk- brown she-cat with light gray stripes and green eyes

Berrywind- cream tom with strong muscle and sharp, calculating gray eyes

(TC)

Frostpaw- icy white she-cat with blue eyes

Mossydusk (Seedpaw)- gray she-cat with white ear tips/ paws/ tail tip and green eyes

Poppypaw- blue she-cat with green eyes

Dawnpetal (Creampaw)- dusky gray she-cat with amber eyes

Rosethorn (Darkpaw)- orange-red she-cat with dark green eyes

(RC)

Watereye (Birdpaw)- silvery-blue tom with blind left eye

Bluedawn (Frostpaw)- blue she-cat with amber eyes

Hawkwhisker- brown tabby she-cat with green eyes

Cloudpaw- black tom with blue eyes

Darkpaw- gray, sooty tom with yellow eyes

Brownstripe (Poppypaw)- brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

(SC)

Dawnclaw- experienced orange tabby she-cat with scarred right eye and yellow eyes in both

Twistedclaw (Cloudpaw)- black tom with brown muzzle and white paws, with right front claws smashed and destroyed

Birdpaw- silver tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Amberpaw- orange she-cat with amber eyes and white tabby markings on head

Rednose… Deputy (Amberpaw)- orange/red tabby tom with green eyes

Seedpaw stretched, dreading the newly dawned day. The day that one of two cats must die. She yawned, shaking out her fur as Mossydusk awoke beside her, her new mentor. It was strange, really, listening to a new, strange, formerly hostile cat without any hesitation or question. She snorted. Wasn't the most the Clan doing just that, under the reign of Icestar? Shouldn't they do something? A thought, an idea, struck her. They could-

A sharp yowl woke her up from her daydream. Of course they couldn;t. It was a stupid idea, anyways. Her old mentor back in WindClan, Whiterain, and her sister's mentor, Silvercloud, used to always say: There's no such thing as a stupid idea, just an idea that arrived at the wrong time.

"Seedpaw! Are you going to sit there waiting to be added to the fresh-kill pile, or are you coming out?" Mossydusk twitched her tail impatiently. Seedpaw reluctantly followed.

Icestar stood on her perch atop the tree. Her eyes glittered as she felt the wave of excitement rise within her.

"Cats of IceClan, today we have come here for a sacred ritual that will save and strengthen our clan ever further. Dawnclaw! Dawnpetal! Step forward." There was no please, no asking; she knew they would come or suffer a fate worse than death.

Dawnpetal, a dusky gray she-cat with amber eyes, stepped up confidently, much unlike her counterpart, an orange tabby with a scarred right eye, the scratch covering up the yellow orbs she called her eyes, Dawnclaw.

"Fight."

The two she-cats looked at each other, then bent their necks to touch foreheads and noses. They began to converse.

"What?! NO! Kill her!" She hissed at both cats. But they just simply looked up at her, strong and powerful. Dawnclaw seemed to have fed off of Dawnpetal's energy quickly, standing straight up with muscles tense and claws unsheathed.

"We will not fight for you." Dawnpetal's clear, smooth voice rang out against the clearing.

Icestar just stood in shock for a moment, and then leaped down smoothly onto the ground in front of them, claws out and ready to kill.

"Then so be it."

She slashed into attack, but they were too much; after five minutes of fighting, Dawnpetal broke off and ran, with Dawnclaw soon behind; she gave one last, final swipe at Icestar, this time getting purchase. Icestar blinked as a claw slashed over her left eye, blood trickling everywhere. She opened her eye to see, and saw blood, but no Dawnclaw.

A voice hissed from behind her.

"For what you did to me."

And Dawnclaw was gone.