(Author's note- Some people have being nagging about me updating the chapter. It's good actually - I had no time so therefore I did in class :) sorry M-Blamer)
I looked outside, it finally stopped snowing. I padded to the small waterfall where the clan cats drank. I gasped in astonishment it's frozen solid! I was curious, so I touched the mysterious ice with my paw, all at once the beautiful ice shattered. A screaming pain gushed into my forepaw. I bit hard on my tongue so I wouldn't scared everyone. I looked down at my paw, the largest ice chunk was lodged deep in my paw which most have been the source of my pain. I whimpered in pain. "Dapplefoot" I cried. "Dapplefoot!" I yelped louder. "What is it snowkit!?" She asked worriedly. I just flipped my paw. She groaned. Then she grabbed my scruff and headed for the medicine cat's den. I dangled from my mother's jaws, I trusted my mother and all, but I felt as if I were been carried away by a owl. Dapplefoot's sister, Mapleshine was the medicine cat. Dapplefoot set me down and prodded her sleeping sister. Mapleshine woke with a start. "Is Darkclan Attacking?" She asked quickly. "No, it's my paw" I answered. I then revealed my paw. "Don't lick it, your tongue might freeze" Mapleshine warned. This was clearly Mapleshine's first time with a injury like mine. The area around my paw was soaked with blood as with tried to pull it out. "We need to melt the ice before I can fully examine it" Mapleshine said Matter-of-factly. I blowed softly on my paw. Soon enough the ice melted, the gash was deep. Mapleshine put cobwebs and gave me a poppy seed. "Go get something from the fresh-kill pile and share it with your brothers, after that rest" Mapleshine ordered briskly. Are all the medicine cat's so bossy like that? I wondered. I limped wearily to the fresh-kill pile. I was about to settle for a scrawny mouse, but then all of a sudden I heard a battle cry, birds flocked out of the trees. Cats exploded from the bushes. "DARKCLAN ATTACK!" Shadowfern screeched. A huge gray tom latched onto my scruff, It wasn't a death hold, but it was firm. I screamed for help. No one heard me. I was alone.