Ch. 2! Oh yeah, thanks to Frozenstream of Oakclan for being my one and only reviewer so far! Yeah, mid-shot. I'm thinking that this story may be longer than that though.
The mouse stopped and looked back, almost as if it had understood his plea. "Yes. Come here. Please." But instead of coming to him, the mouse turned and ran the other way, but stopped when it had gotten a fox-length. Icepaw groaned and heaved himself up the ledge, painfully straining his muscles. The mouse turned and ran, for the same amount of distance. Icepaw walked after it, slowly.
A thought suddenly struck him. What if this is a message from Starclan? He shook his head. No, why would they send me a message? I killed a kit. They should know that. He sighed, his entire body shuddering from hunger, cold, and desperation. Icepaw's ears twitched and he stopped.
Something was different. He thought hard and long about what it might possibly be. The answer abruptly hit him. He looked down. The ground beneath his shaking paws was slick and shining. Ice. That mouse led me into a trap. A startlingly large shadow overcast the sun, and the reflection Icepaw saw was of a massive bird, the likes of which he had only heard of. A hawk. I'm dead. I'm done. He thought, giving up entirely. Not a moment later, he saw the reflection of a small shape land on the hawk, causing it to spiral out of control. In moments that seemed to last forever, the hawk smashed into the ice next to him, and, as the ice shattered and he fell with the hawk, he saw a cat, just older than him, clinging onto the shoulders of the hawk. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the mouse, also falling. Hah, take that you tricky bastard. He thought just before blacking out, giving into infinite darkness.