Ehmehgawd! I haven't updated for, erm, a month. Sorry about that...heh heh. I've been busy with other stories, so when they come out YOU BETTER READ THEM! Here's a sneak peak into Icestar's life.

Tossing and turning, memories flashed to Icestar in her sleep. Her blue eyes flickered, reminding her not to dwell in the past.

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Icepaw smiled, she would become a warrior today! Her sleek brown-and-white pet was groomed until it shone. Lionpaw, Palepaw, and Quickpaw would get their warrior names, and earn the respect of their whole clan, along with her.

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Blizzardstar called the Clan together, and they formed in the middle of the camp, the four apprentices smiling and waiting for their names to be called. Blizzardstar nodded to Icepaw.

"Icepaw, step forward. I Blizzardstar, leader of ScarClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Icepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" he asked, joy prickling at his eyes.

"I do!" replied Icepaw.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Icepaw, from this moment you will be known as Icestorm. StarClan honors your spirit and your temper, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ScarClan." Resting his muzzle on Icestorm's head, Icestorm licked Blizzardstar's shoulder and ran to sit by the warriors.

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Lionclaw and Icestorm sat by each other, tails entwined, purring while sitting vigil in the night. Content and happy, they sighed. He licked her ear, and she giggled like an apprentice again. He whispered something, and she glared, trying to remind him to be silent.

He whispered again, and she said something back. Quicktail walked by, only to find the two new warriors sitting by each other. A small bit of jealousy nibbled at his eyes. He said nothing; he would be a good warrior, even if they wouldn't.

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"Hey, Icestorm, want to go hunting with me?" Quicktail asked, lust seething out of his eyes. Icestorm jumped away and hissed, running to be by Lionclaw. He stepped in front of her, baring his teeth and hissing. Quicktail was silent again; this was not how Lionclaw usually acted.

"I guess not, then, you piece of foxdung!" he seethed. Icestorm quickly jumped over Lionclaw, to his dismay, and slashed Quicktail over the ear. Blood spurted from the wound, and his eyes narrowed. She got ready to spring upon him again when Blizzardstar intervened.

"What's this?" his voice rumbled, "Two of my warriors, fighting against each other? This is not right. Icestorm, stay in the nursery, and help the queens with the kits, and Quicktail, you will bring back twice as much prey as before." Blizzardstar nodded to tell the warriors to go to their duties.

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The kits played, tussling with each other and Icestorm's tail. She smiled, and Larchflower silently thanked the young she-cat for taking care of her kits. The black tom was quieter, and the black-and-white she-kit was very vibrant and enthusiastic. They tackled Icestorm, and she laughed.

The black tom sleepily waddled up to Larchflower and started to snooze. The queen called for Brightkit to join her. The kit curled up next to her brother, and Larchflower started talking, "Icestorm, will you ever have kits?"

The young warrior paused, thinking, but answered, "I really don't know." She meant her words truly, she saw how much of a hassle kits were, but she also saw Larchflower and her kits as a happy family.

Larchflower whispered, "How about Lionclaw, he's strong, brave, and you seem like the perfect couple." Icestorm laughed, but seeing the kits move, she tuned it down to a giggle.

"Yes, that would be nice, Larchflower, it would be nice…."

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"Oh, StarClan, something's wrong!" Bluepaw wailed. The medicine cat apprentice grabbed more herbs and made a rush to the nursery. Another shriek filled the air, and an agitated, golden cat paced around the entrance. Another yowl was heard, and he winced.

Inside, Icestorm's breaths were shallow and she was on the verge of fainting. There was blood all around, and an old cat loomed in front of her, not doing anything. He smiled, and watched her writhe in pain. Bluepaw pushed him out of the way, and the large tabby tom retaliated with a blow to his apprentice's head. At that moment, Blizzardstar reached into the nursery and pulled out the wriggling medicine cat.

Bluepaw hurried to try to help Icestorm, but it was too late. She birthed two kits, but they lay still, not breathing. Icestorm looked them over with sadness in her eyes, and looked away again.

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Icestar awoke, gasping, wondering why her mind chose to let her see back into her past. Her kits…Lionclaw…Larchflower…she settled her head back in between her paws and slept again.

Okay, so now you'll see some of what's been keeping me from this. Liked the chapter? Sorry about it being short, erm...yeah. I'm working on the story below with a friend of mine, Red. Read it, if you want. This is just the prolouge.

The Street Rat Chronicals

It was a dark and dismal day, the kind that you stay inside instead of visiting local museums, like the Louvre, which was exactly what the orphanage of the Latin section was doing. Sure, pictures like the Mona Lisa always seemed to smile, but even they would frown if they could see the face of one certain girl, in the back of the line, barely listening to Mademoiselle Barret, explaining about how the Moulin Rouge should not be sneaked into, mainly to two little boys.

The girl had long, flowing, strait black hair, and shocking green eyes, she was rather short and bony. She looked around, trying to admire the art, and partly trying to catch the eye a certain brown-haired boy at the front of the line. His name was Jack. Really Jacques, but he preferred Jack. Every time he looked up, she looked away, again "admiring" Toulouse Lautrec's Moulin Rouge girls.

A shout was heard, ripping through the silence of the museum. "Stop, thief!" A burly security guard hurdled past, knocking aside several startled patrons. Being short suddenly had its good effects. She saw a tall, bony girl scamper through the legs of the people, much the dismay of the guard. Suddenly, the tall girl knocked over one of the orphans, and threw a purse onto it, and melted into the crowd, pretending to look with shock and dismay at the crying "thief."

The crying little girl started calling a name, quietly at first, but it soon turned into a long brawl, "Violet!" The black haired girl fought her way through the jostling crowd to help her little sister, still trying to keep one eye on the thief. The tall girl's blue eyes seemed like chips of ice, unfeeling and unemotional. After getting her sister to her feet, she noticed that Jack was looking at her. She immediately looked away, but in the short time that she had seen him, she knew that he had smiled. In euphoria, she forgot about the thief, and when she tried to look for her again, she was gone.

Yeash...I'll try to write more. I'll put up "The Race of the Rising Sun" soon. Toodles!