Disclaimer: There is none, Lemonpaw ate it because she got hungry waiting for this chapter.
Author's note: Sorry about the wait, I had some issues. Don't ask; let's just say people don't understand.
Icepaw's POV
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The gathering had made Icepaw very tired. At the exact moment he had entered the apprentice den, with Lemonpaw right behind him, he curled up and fell a sleep.
A wind ruffled his gray fur; it blew around and around then stopped. It carried a scent, one he knew better then any other cats', well maybe not Lemonpaw's. "Tumblepaw?" a she-cat with dusty brown fur and bright amber eyes, she shook her head. "Yes and no, dear brother, for you see in StarClan I am a warrior, I am Tumbleweed." Sitting down in front of her younger brother, Tumbleweed started to lick her paw.
"Icepaw," she muttered, sorrow filled into her amber eyes, "I am sorry to say that your time is limited." Icepaw looked confused. "What does that mean?" his older sister laughed. "We are preparing your place in Silverpelt." Realization hit the young tom apprentice, "I'm gonna die, aren't I?" Tumbleweed nodded, "But before that, you must hear the prophecy," she cleared her throat.
"Ice will thaw,
"Bitterness shall run wild
And the eclipse shall save all."
The dream faded and the apprentice den came back to life.
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Icepaw jumped to his paws, only to realize it was all just a dream. Beside him Lemonpaw stirred, her paws twitched in her sleep. A little smile appeared on the little tom's face. She looked so beautiful when she slept.
The young tom shook his. Could it be that he felt something more than friendship for his fellow apprentice? And if he did, what would she think? Icepaw's cold as ice eyes, the eyes that gave him his name, clouded over with thought. He needed to clear his mind, he need to get out of camp.
Without a second thought he dashed out of the apprentice den. The only other cat awake was Rockstar, and he looked troubled. In fact, he looked almost as troubled as Icepaw himself. Walking past his leader, Icepaw waited for him to left up his head. "Apprentice, what are you doing up at this hour?" the noble brown pelted asked. "I-I-I need t-to hunt." Stuttered Icepaw, turning to face the leader of RavenClan, his head held high. "But," the leader protested, "It isn't even dawn."
He just gave Rockstar an I-need-to-be-alone look and the leader understood. Icepaw ran through the forest, he didn't care how much noise he made all that mattered was to escape the dream. A strange scent hit his nose and he froze.
HawkClan had come for Lostpaw.