Author's Note- Well, I was waiting for more reviews, but I got tired of waiting. This is my only story-story so I need to keep it going. Frosty had just died falling in the river. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I do not own Warriors (which really aren't used in this chapter though)
The only sound was the rush of the river. Greif hung in the air. Shingle had returned to camp with Cloudstream and Tumblefoot. He gathered his friends and they returned to the river.
A moment of silence was spent staring at the river. Then Harpy threw back her heaad and yowled. Shingle and Thomas joined in and the kits all sobbed on the bank. Spider stared into the dark water and called to his Father.
Father, Spider thought, Did Frosty really drown? Is he really dead? For a moment there was no response.
"It's ture your friend fell. He was alive when someone pulled him from the river"
A surge of joy swept through Spider. Frosty could be alive, maybe.
"Guys we have to search downriver!", Spider leaped to his feet.
"No Spider, there's a waterfall. He's...gone", Shingle didn't meet his eyes.
"Trust me! He was pulled out of the river! He could be alive!", rage surged through him, Why don't they believe!
"He's right", Poppy whispered.
Everyone stared at her in wonder.
"Frosty was pulled out of the river", the look in the young cats eyes told everyone she wouldn't give up, "He was pulled out alive"
She knows!, Spider remembered when she'd heard his brother, She can hear you Father!
"She still believes, Son. She doesn't give up on her friends"
"Ok, sweety, we'll look", Harpy was the first to give in. The others nodded...
Hey, where am I?, Frosty thought, What happened?
Looking around Frosty saw a thick forest, prey russtling in the underbrush. It wasn't normal...
"You again!", someone spat from the shadows. Mudtail stalked angrily toward Frosty.
"Where am I?", the question seem to echo in the air.
"Stupid pice of mouse-dung! You're dying! Hold on to life you idiot!"
Frosty stared at the spirit. I'm dying... The truth stung like a thorn. The fall had killed him.
"Stop! Hold on to life! Don't admit you're dead!", Mudtail's eyes widened in dismay.
Frosty looked down at his paws, then gasped. Stars appeared in his fur. One after another they were claiming him.
"What do I do!", Frosty was desperate, he didn't want to die.
"Listen. Can you hear them?"
An ear splitting yowl of greif filled the air. The sound of quiet sobbing followed.
"My friends!", Frosty's heart sank. They were mourning his death.
The stars in his fur began to fade.
"Listen young' un, they want you with them, see? They're not alone"
The sound of a voice entered the strange dream-world.
"Is he gonna be Ok mum? Is he?"
The voice was young, but not recognizable. Somone had found him.
"I'm not sure Ferret. He doesn't look very good"
The voice that answered sounded like the other one's mother.
"See? Ya need to live!", Mudtail's mew broke Frosty's concentration.
"I want to live. I can't abandon my friends", Frosty wondered where they were, anyway.
"Good boy! Ya still has ta warn the clan too", Mudtail's voice faded and the dream-world started spinning. Mudtail vioce returned one more time, repeating the deadly prophacy.
"The surging river will down the proud sparrow. The nearby reeds waver under the force of the stream. In the end the unstabile feet will fall into the winter snow"
Pain suddenly erupted in Frosty's mind as he began to wake. The smallest movement caused pain to spike through his body. Frosty groaned.
"Ferret, find your uncle, I think our friend is waking up"
The voice from his dream seemed distant and muffled.
"But mum I wanna see him wake up! Unc' doesn't care"
"Get him anyway! I have to tend to our guest"
Frosty groaned again and opened his eyes. A young she-cat and her kit were sitting nearby, then, seeing him awaking, the she-cat shooed her kit away and came over.
"Hello? Sir? Are you Ok?"
With some effort, Frosty sat up. Glacing around he didn't recognize the forest he was in.
"I-I'll be fine. Wh-where am I?", Frosty's vioce shook.
"This is where I live, well my brother my kit and I. We pulled you out of the river, are you sure you're Ok? You don't look good", the concern showed in her eyes.
"Uh-Yeah-er-I think so. I really need to get home, my friends will be worried", Frosty attempted to stand up, remembering the greif filled yowls and sobbs, then fell, unable to balence.
"I'm not sure you'll be getting anywhere soon. You're pretty beat up", the she-cat's eyes darted to his leg and then up to his head, "Your leg may be broken, and you were hit really hard on the head"
Frosty sat down and gazed at his leg. Definitly broken. Taking it in his jaws, Frosty set the bone back in place, wincing when it settled.
"H-How did you do that?", the she-cat was staring at his leg, now looking nearly fixed.
"I got him! I got him!- ", the kit came bouncing back, stopping when he saw Frosty, "You're awake!"
The little tom-kit raced over to him, excitment in his eyes. He had a million questions.
"What's your name? Why were you in the river? Were you swimming? Did someone push you? Where do you live? Do you have friends? Are you in pain? What happened to your head? Why-", the she-cat's tail slapped against her kits mouth.
"I'm sorry. He's exicted"
"Um, it's Ok", Frosty muttered. Then the bushes rushtled and another cat appeared. The she-cat's brother, Frosty implied.
The new tom stopped at the bushes.
"So, he is awake. Well then, I'd like to know exactly who you are", the tone of his voice told Frosty that he was impatient.
"My name is Frosty", the tom's eyes widened with curiousity, "I was staying with my friends when I...fell in the river. Thank you for helping me"
Author's Note- Well that's that. Hey, I want to see who can find all the names of the cats who actually have descriptions, try it! See ya all some other time!
