Lost Hope: The Story of Icehope
Based on an RPG site
Chapter 11
The air was warm and comfortable. Newleaf was officially here. It was Icehope's kits' first day out of the nursery, as they were now two moons old. They were scuffling around in the clearing when Loudstripe and a patrol of Mossfoot, Mousepaw, and Nightstripe dashed into camp with a small brown she-cat from RebelClan.
Freeheart, who had been watching his kits, rushed over to her. "Traptail, what are you doing here?" He exclaimed.
"Dead…er…Freeheart, you've go to help me!" She wailed. "We have a sickness, five cats died, and Deathstar lost three lives! Silverfang is taking over camp and destroying RebelClan with evilness. Deathstar doesn't even know!"
"Oh my," Icehope mewed.
"That sounds awful!" Mossfoot exclaimed. "But why didn't you tell use first?"
"Leave it to RebelClan to make everything bad!" Midnight scoffed. She padded up to stand with her mother, her black fur bristling.
Traptail bristled. "Be quiet!" she hissed. "My Clan wasn't always bad!"
Midnight rolled her eyes. "And mouse bile didn't always smell revolting."
"I'll tell Spottedstar," Loudstripe offered. He bounded toward the spotted leader's den.
"And I'll lead another patrol," Freeheart suggested. He licked Icehope in farewell, then Novakit and Midnightkit. But Legacykit scampered away and hid behind his mother.
Freeheart sighed and padded out of camp, calling to Burntclaw and Dapplepaw. Loudstripe told Traptail to go to Spottedstar's den. Later, when she returned, Traptail had decided to stay with StormClan.
"Is that wise?" Clawfur asked. "More outsiders."
"She has a point. Wasn't it bad enough Freeheart joined?" Blackthorn pointed out mildly.
"True, true." Rippedfur agreed. "It isn't good to have mixed blood in the Clans."
Midnightkit scampered over to Traptail. "You a dumb stupid idiotic crowfood foxdung mousebrained warrior!"
Traptail nearly fell backward.
"Midnightkit! You're in huge trouble! March straight to the nursery. Don't talk to our visitor like that," Icehope meowed, trying not to hiss. "Go on," Midnightkit rolled his eyes but obeyed. Legacykit looked horrified, but Novakit was amused.
"Midnightkit is baaad. He say bad stuff. He might have had an askadent." She laughed.
"Askadent?" Icehope curled her tail in amusement. "Well, we don't want that, do we, to have a askadent."
"Askadent." Novakit shrieked, jumping high in the air and running around in circles.
"H-how," Traptail stammered, still shocked, "Did he learn that language?"
Icehope shrugged. "I'll ask…"
She was cut off as Midnightkit tumbled out of the nursery yelling, "Daddy told me to never say those words using them!"
Icehope bristled and hissed, "Midnightkit, go to the nursery!"
"NO!"
Legacykit tore off into the nursery, terrified at seeing his mother so angry. Novakit rolled on the ground laughing.
"Just wait 'till Freeheart gets a hold of you! You'll get quite a bit of punishment!" Icehope snarled, her ginger and white fur puffed out twice its size. Midnightkit rolled his eyes. Icehope gritted her teeth and sighed, regaining her temper. "Midnightkit, do you want no one to like you because you're mean and you say bad things?"
"Mlahmah mlammhah hahaham mlahhhhhhh, yick." Midnightkit mimicked, dancing in a circle.
"Freeheart will be angry!" Icehope warned.
"I not afraid a daddy!"
"Gotothenursery!" Icehope yowled in one breath. Novakit was still having a laughing fit.
"NOVAKIT! SILENCE!" Icehope yowled.
Novakit still giggled.
"Why don't you play with Nutkit," Treeheart suggested. In reply, she tore off after Nutkit, meowing, "Nutkit, I'm gonna get you!"
When Freeheart got back, and Icehope told him what happened, his eyes blazed as he thundered, "MIDNIGHTKIT!"
