Chapter 2.
Icepaw leaped onto her prey her paws trapped the small vole.
"Now bite it in the neck." Frostwhisker whispered.
Icepaw sunk her teeth into the prey tasting blood, and then a satisfying snap of the spine came to her ears.
"Great job!" Frostwhisker congratulated her.
Icepaw had questioned her brother, Sparrowpaw's sudden nightmares and sometimes accurate talking of the future. He seemed to have had some kind of knack for knowing of events.
She brushed the strange feeling off; she had caught her first piece of prey. She should be proud of herself.
She put a fake smile on. She was more distracted by some kind of mist. It was everywhere.
"Frostwhisker, do you notice that bluish mist?"
Frostwhisker looked around, she had seemed to not notice the mist surrounding them; she then stuck her nose in the air, trying to find any damp feeling.
"No, there's no mist." Frostwhisker replied.
Icepaw dismissed the idea; it was probably the squirrel she ate in the morning.
"Now, battle moves."
Icepaw dragged herself to the apprentice den, too tired to even go to the fresh kill pile.
Her brother was waiting for her; Shadepaw had an extra peace of fresh kill for her.
"How long have you been here?" She asked, hoping her mentor had not made her go back late.
"Ever since the last patrol left."
Icepaw was in the last patrol, as well as overworking with her mentor.
Icepaw gulped the prey down, and she dropped into her nest. Which contained only a few balls of moss. But she still had fallen asleep almost instantly.
That night, the wind had awoken Icepaw.
"Huh?" Her body lifted itself up. Since when did wind come in through the den?
She opened her eyes.
Blue lights shone through the den, almost blinding. She poked her head out, there where cats. None of them scented like Thunderclan, though she had caught a whiff of almost all the clans.
One had caught her eye, a black cat with blazing green eyes. She sat by golden tom, and a gray blue tom.
"These cats, they can't be alive." She mumbled, trying to be unheard. Was this what happened every night?
She walked slowly out of the camp.
"What is happening?" All the cats saw her, but they didn't seem to care.
She tried to listen into the conversation of the three cats she saw earlier.
"The three should have been born by now." One said almost angry. "Even when you're with Starclan, you still can't understand anything!"
"They could be warriors, or your just not looking in the right places." The golden one one said.
"Or you could be missing the absolute obvious." The she cat said.
"What do you mean by that?" The golden one said?
A grey she cat stepped forward. "What Hollyleaf means is anybody would think it's suspicious that an apprentice is up this time."
"Mouse dung!" Icepaw whispered.
"You mean Icepaw? She acts like a normal apprentice." The golden one replied.
"Lionblaze, if the dark forest chose the three, they chose anybody who isn't suspicious. Hollyleaf and Dovewing are right; we need to try to find details or obvious hints. That apprentice hasn't moved a mouse length away from that tree since we started talking."
Icepaw kept silent. For all she cared, they never saw her.
"Hiding doesn't work on the dead in case you were wondering."
Icepaw turned around, they grey cat was behind her.
"We know you can see us." He said.
"Well, can't everyone see you?" Icepaw said, trying to stay calm.
"If everyone could see us we wouldn't be talking to you." He grumbled.
"Forgive Jayfeather's grumpy attitude. He hasn't interacted with alive apprentices in a while."
"Oh." Icepaw quietly mumbled.
"Jayfeather, please talk to Icepaw. I'll search out the others."
"Fine, but only because a second death may be painful." Jayfeather shuttered.
Icepaw, who was freaking out, stood there silent.
Jayfeather flicked his tail, and walked into the forest. Icepaw followed.
They reached a small little spot in the forest; it seemed so quiet now that they had walked away from the cats.
"Long before you were born a cat named Bluestar still lived in Starclan, both she and me knew of a prophecy."
"What type of prophecy?" Icepaw's voice shook.
"A prophecy that hints very deeply to the dark forests' three. And that they will destroy the clans once and for all."
"Well, what does this bring me into?"
"You are most likely to be one of them."