Hey, peoples! So.... y'all probably hate me cause it's been like four months since I updated.. but too bad. I've been busy like you peoples wouldn't believe. But now that I'm done with my Drama, and school is almost over, hopefully I'll update more often.
Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I don't own warriors.. there.
Whitefrost wobbled on her paws. She was recovering from her battle, and her wounds were healing slowly.
"Rainsight, when will I be able to hunt again?!" she whined, pausing to rest her raw paws and lick her long white fur.
"When you stop complaining and heal. Until then, I'm keeping you in the medicine den," the medicine cat said over her back, mew muffled by herbs. Whitefrost made a face at her and continued to walk around.
She made her way uncertainly around camp, pausing every few steps to rest her paws and heaving sides. Whitefrost's head wound had healed already, as had her claws, but her side and paws were still sore. The white warrior looked up as a group of cats entered the cave. The sunhigh patrol was returning.
"Whitefrost!" Twigclaw called, bounding over to her. He looked at her wounds.
"They're getting there. IF Rainsight will let me get out of the medicine den eventually, I'll be able to get started on my warrior duties," Whitefrost complained. She began to groom the fur around the long scratches on her side and Twigclaw bent to help.
"I'm sure you'll get out of there pretty quickly. You're strong. Enough to have battled twice in one day and against someone twice your size!"
Whitefrost growled under her breath, somewhat happy that Twigclaw thought her strong. She was painfully aware that she had only been a warrior a day when she got herself injured and therefore wasn't really a true warrior. She hadn't been on any patrols, hadn't gotten to hunt, hadn't gotten to go to a Gathering as a warrior yet.
She let out a great sigh and lay on her uninjured side, letting Twigclaw's rthymic rasps calm her.
"Whitefrost! Twigclaw!" They both looked up and saw Stonestar coming toward them.
"Yes?" Whitefrost spat, angry at being cooped up. Stonestar cuffed her around the ears.
"I was just coming to make sure that you are not stressing yourself and to tell Twigclaw to fetch Rainsight some food," the gray leader mewed, ammusement lacing her voice.
Whitefrost stood, "I can do that." She picked up a sparrow and a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and walked slowly toward the medicine cat den.
Stonestar watched quietly and shook her head at her former apprentice. Twigclaw looked at his mother strangely.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing," Stonestar mewed, waving her tail as she walked away.
"Alright, Whitefrost, you can go back to the warrior's den. But make sure that if anything is strained or starts bleeding, come straight here!" Rainsight said strictly.
"Yes, Rainsight. I'll be careful," Whitefrost grinned, bouncing around the medicine cat. She bounded out of the den, running into Fleetfoot.
"Careful where you're going, Whitefrost," the older warrior chuckled. Whitefrost mewed an apology and ran off again, eager to make a true nest in the warrrior den. The white cat bounded inside and breathed in a lungful of the scents. She recognized them all. Fleetfoot, Stormflight, Twigclaw, and the others.
At the late hour, no one was in the den, so she chose a secluded patch and pulled some moss from a collection just outside the den. Whitefrost made a suitable nest then promised herself she'd collect feathers and what-nots later. For now, she wanted to go hunting.
Whitefrost made her way through the cave and to the entrance. No one had noticed her so far, so she figured that she'd be alright.
"Hmm... Stonestar will be proud if I bring back a nice pile of fresh-kill..." Whitefrost murmured to herself. She began to make her way through the undergrowth, pointedly avoiding the spot where she had battled Tree.
Eventually, she made it to a clearing where the prey scent was strong. Whitefrost sniffed the air and looked towards a mouse. It was nibbling on a seed, completely unawares of her presence. The warrior crouched and moved toward the prey, letting her training return to her mind. At the last moment, she pounced and swiftly captured the prey. Whitefrost exclaimed happily, burrying the mouse.
Suddenly, a gray creature streaked past her. Whitefrost was immediately on the rabbit's tail, lengthening her stride to catch the fast creature. They ran out into a clearing with a waterfall and the rabbit deftly climbed up the cliff. Whitefrost followed. She leaped onto the top of the cliff, killing the rabbit.
"How dare you hunt on our territory!" Whitefrost looked up and saw a brown cat towering over her. Behind him was a silver tabby and a tawny tom. Whitefrost cowered down in terror.
"I was chasing it over from MoonClan territory... I didn't realize that the waterfall cliff it was jumping up was the border! I-I'm sorry! Take the rabbit, it won't happen again!" the white she-cat mewed urgently. She pressed her slim body to the ground, her ears flat against her head. The brown tom bared his teeth and lifted a paw to strike her.
"Please!" Whitefrost whispered, eyes wide.
"Clawedstar, let her go. She didn't--" the silver tabby started. She was cut off by a loud screech of pain. All four cats straighted, Whitefrost in horror and fear, the others in surprise.
Immediately, Clawedstar and the other two turned tail toward the centre of DawnClan territory. Whitefrost could have run, but she felt that she needed to be there, by the DawnClanners' sides.
The cats raced through the long grass, barely making a noise as their paws flew over the ground. They ran onward, and Whitefrost was beginning to pant heavily. She hadn't been able to run for a while, so her muscles were sore. When they reached a dip in the ground, surrounded by stones, the group slowed down.
Inside the camp was a mass of writhing cats, none of which Whitefrost recognized. Clawedstar stared at the camp in fear, then straightened, letting out a fierce battle cry. Immediately, the patrol surged into the camp, and into the fray. Whitefrost hesitated, wondering if she should go back to MoonClan. Then, DuskClan scent hit her, and she snarled in anger. Despite her freshly healed injuries, Whitefrost bounded into the camp, launching herself at a DuskClan attacker.
It was obvious that the DawnClan cats were outnumbered, and that the DuskClanners weren't fighting fair. Whitefrost's opponent snarled in anger and malicious joy.
"Pretty girl, won't be much of a fighter, eh?" he laughed, leaping toward her, claws extended. Whitefrost fell back on instinct and ducked, letting the tom fly over her head. Then, she straightened and whirled around, catching him by surprise. Her claws raked the skin just over his eyes, and he screeched in alarm and fury.
The tom rammed into her side, and Whitefrost let out a scream of pain. He had reopned one of the worst wounds from her battle with her father, and it throbbed. She felt a black screen cover her vision and shook it off. Whitefrost turned and leaped past the cat, dragging her claws along his side. He gasped in pain and horror and fled, a long gash along his flank.
Whitefrost looked around and spotted a DuskClan she-cat slinking towards what she assumed was the nursery. Whitefrost gathered her muscles and jumped in front of the entrance. The queens inside let out screams of terror.
"I'm here to help," she panted, baring her teeth at the she-cat that was attacking the nursery. Whitefrost heard one of the queens give a heavy sigh of relief before the DuskClanner attacked. The she-cat leaped for Whitefrost's throat. Whitefrost reared up on her hind legs, catching her enemy across the face. She sprang towards the she-cat, digging her teeth into the enemy's flank, her back claws raking her belly.
The she-cat screeched in pain, going limp almost at once. Whitefrost stopped clawing the cat's belly, and her enemy sprang upwards, catching the white warrior with her claws. A new gash in Whitefrost's chest began to bleed, and she hissed in anger. The she-cat began to circle Whitefrost, and the white cat mirrored her.
Suddenly, the she-cat surged forward, ramming her head into Whitefrost's bleeding chest. Out of breath, Whitefrost lay on the hard ground, trying to stand. The she-cat slunk towards the nursery, and Whitefrost let out a screech. She stood and raced towards the she-cat, leaping and landing on her back. Whitefrost sank her teeth into the she-cat's shoulder, her claws into the flesh on her back. The DuskClanner screeched in terror as she tried to shake Whitefrost off. Whitefrost leaped off of her back, swiping her claws across the she-cat's muzzle as she landed. The she-cat turned and fled in terror.
Whitefrost looked towards the nursery and saw a DawnClan cat take up post outside, looking at her in gratitude. Whitefrost shook herself, regaining her breath. She saw that the cats in the clearing were still fighting ferociously and the screeches, screams, yowls, and hisses filled her ears.
A tawny tom was brutally attacking a young DawnClan apprentice who was yowling in fear. Whitefrost bounded forward, bunching her muscles and springing towards the tom. She knocked him off the apprentice who then ran towards the nursery, taking shelter inside. Whitefrost bared her teeth, extending her claws to the fullest extent. The tom snarled in anger and turned towards her.
"Wh-Whitepaw?!" he whispered, standing back. Whitefrost lunged toward him, dragging her claws across his chest.
"Whitefrost," she spat, crouching low to the ground. Her brother stared at her in shock, eyes wide in fear.
"I-I-Congratulations," he mewed. Whitefrost hissed in rage, lunging again. She rammed her head into her brother's flank, tearing flesh with her teeth.
"Leafpaw, you piece of foxdung!" she snarled. He blinked, then drew his lips back in a snarl.
"Leaf-fall to you, stupid she-cat!" he hissed. Whitefrost crouched to the ground again, hiding the worst of her injuries from Leaf-fall.
"I'll kill you," she breathed, surging forward. Leaf-fall caught her shoulder with his claws, and Whitefrost fell to the ground.
"You fool. No one can kill me!" Leaf-fall stood over her. Whitefrost flew upwards, pulling her claws across his right eye. He drew back, shaking his head to clear the blood. Leaf-fall screamed in rage and leaped towards Whitefrost. The two collided mid-air and rolled on the ground, exchanging blows.
A minute later, the stood apart, breathing heavily. Whitefrost felt out of shape as she had been recovering for nearly two moons. But, she was fuled by adrenaline and anger. He betrayed her, her mother, MoonClan. She would kill him. She would rip him limb from limb.
Whitefrost leaped into the air, flying towards Leaf-fall. He looked up in surprise, and tried to duck to the ground. He wasn't fast enough. Whitefrost latched her teeth onto Leaf-fall's neck, her claws into his chest. She bit down hard, wincing as Leaf-fall scratched at her with his claws.
"Die," she hissed through her teeth. Preparing to finish him, Whitefrost screeched in surprise as another body hurled toward her, knocking her off of Leaf-fall. Whitefrost rolled on the ground, her limp body hitting a boulder. She looked up at Leaf-fall who stood sneering over her.
"No, sister. I think not," he whispered. Suddenly a loud call sounded over the camp. The DuskCaln cats were retreating. Whitefrost saw Leaf-fall turn tail and run, a beautiful silver she-cat with a black stripe running down her back following. Whitefrost bared her teeth again, then closed her eyes, finally succumbing to the pain.
The graceful white she-cat woke in an unfamiliar nest. A russet tom stood over her, a gray she-cat next to him. Whitefrost let out a small mewl, and both cats started in surprise.
"Whitefrost! Thank SkyClan! How could you even think of running off like that and getting into another battle so soon after your recovery from your fight with Tree?! Rainsight was so worried that you'd open a wound, and then this patrol of DawnClan cats comes running into camp saying that there's this white MoonClan cat that just helped them in a battle! And then--"
"Calm down, Stonestar," the russet tom said, laying a tail on her shoulder. "She is fine. Luckily for you, Whitefrost is strong. She will recover quickly."
Stonestar bristled, "I know that, Redwing!" She licked her tail hurredly.
Whitefrost stretched in the nest, slowly sitting up, "Hmmph, you sound like Stripedthoughts! Sheesh, I'm fine!"
Stonestar grinned, "Come on, Whitefrost, let's get back to camp."
Whitefrost nodded and looked at the Dawnclan medicine cat for permission. He nodded, and the two she-cats left the den. Clawedstar nodded in gratitude at Whitefrost, and the silver tabby bounded forward.
"Bramblemask!" Stonestar exclaimed in joy. The two friends touched noses and Bramblemask turned to Whitefrost.
"We thank you for what you did. You are welcome in DawnClan."
Whitefrost bowed her head, "Thank you." She turned to Stonestar and the two she-cats headed out of DawnClan territory.
Slowly but surely, the two made their way back to MoonClan, Whitefrost leaning on Stonestar most of the journey. When they reached the camp, Whitefrost was greeted with many worried mews. Rainsight bounded forward, checking the white she-cat over for anything serious. Twigclaw padded up to her, nuzzling her head.
"Glad you're okay," he said, looking at Whitefrost. She nodded.
"I'll be better when I get some sleep."
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