Okay, here's the next chapter!!!

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I decided to do a chapter in Icepool point of view, so here it is.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

Icepool clung to the tree branch with all her life. The tree that know kept her from the drowning in the icy depths on the lake had nearly taken her life. When Icepool had heard the creaking, she didn't know what could possibly make such a sound. And when the tree crashed down into the lake only a few mouse-tails away from her, Icepool had been sure she was going to join StarClan then and there.

But apparently the starry ancestors had other plans because Icepool was still alive, barely, but she was still breathing.

Another swell of water came by, and Icepool felt her grip on the branch. Her teeth hurt from clutching her lifeline and she had been here for so long.

Two more waves came, and Icepool's branch was slowly going underwater. This had happened with the other tree limbs too. At first, the whole tree had been above water, including the top where Icepool could find many twigs and boughs to hold onto. But her haven as soon sank deeper into the water, where it was impossible to reach. So she had moved on. Icepool had hoped early on that she would finally reach land after moving closer and closer to the tree's rootss.

But the white cat wasn't sure she could go onto another branch this time. She was so tired. Her bones ached and her legs hurt from swimming. She could barely open her eyes because of the blinding rain.

Icepool wondered what Berrynose was doing, right at this moment. She had seen him, she was sure. The white warrior only hoped that he had saved Dovekit before returning to camp.

Another wave washed by and Icepool cringed as it pulled her. Her teeth hurt from the sudden pressure. Come on, Icepool. You can do this. You're a warrior; warriors don't give up.

The she-cat didn't want to give up. She longed to live, to see the sun again. She yearned to hunt in leaf-green and even brave through leaf-bare. She wanted to lie in the nursery and play with her kits. She wanted to share tongues with her mate during sunset.

Another wave came by, and Icepool gripped the limb with as much energy as she could muster. But then there was another wave and another and another.

Hunting, sleeping, sunset, warmth, leaves, butterflies, Gatherings, moon, stars, mate, love.

Icepool didn't know when she had let go of the tree branch. She supposed it was better that way. As she fought against the current, Icepool made one last attempt to swim to shore. If she was going to die, at least she could say she went out swimming like all of RiverClan.

The white warrior swam as hard and fast as she could. Her legs screamed in protest, and her wet fur weighed her down. But she kept going. She thought of Ferncloud and Dustpelt and Foxcatcher. She thought of her mentor Whitewing, and Icepool couldn't help but feel proud that she had saved her mentor's kit.

Icepool choked on water as she swam and she slowly felt herself tiring. Waves washed over her and pushed her down. It was getting harder to swim back up. Underwater currents, made from the choppy waters, pressed Icepool farther and farther from land. It's as if the lake doesn't want me to make it to shore.

As the she-cat gradually was pushed down and back from land, she felt blackness closing in on her form the sides. Icepool struggled against it, tried to push it back. I'm not going to loose consciousness.

The shadows came closer, though, and the warrior knew she didn't have much time left. She pushed herself in the direction on the tree with the last of her energy, trying to find a branch, limb, paw hold, anything to keep her above water. But her feet brushed against nothing, and Icepool felt herself sink down.

She was surrounded by water, and she flimsily flailed her paws, trying to propel herself upward. She couldn't.

As the dimness came closer, Icepool felt herself thinking of Berrynose. Anger arose first, but the white she-cat found she could easily pass it. Shame filled her as Icepool realized that her resentment had just been a cover. Ever since she was little, she couldn't imagine falling in love. She would be a warrior of ThunderClan; the love of her Clan, she thought, would be all the love she needed.

But as Icepool sank down, into depths, she found that she wanted, needed more than just Clan pride. I love him. I love Berrynose.

Icepool managed to blink her eyes, trying to keep them clear of the murky water that stung them. And when she opened her eyes, she could just make out the faint outline of a cream cat, swimming towards her. Icepool felt herself fill with happiness, and she thought that StarClan must be where everything you want, you have. At that moment, she wanted nothing other than the touch of Berrynose's fur against hers. And she had it.

Welcome to StarClan, Icepool thought, as Berrynose got closer. I have joined your ranks. And then, consciousness slipped away from her.