Ice and Fire: Chemical Reactions

by thegirlwhowillwriteoneday

We are a chemical reaction. We are sisters, but we are leaders of rival clans. She hates me with an intensity that's hard to deflect. When the long-awaited battle arrives... AN: Okay, so, I totally did not notice the very close titles between this and book 2 of the first Warriors series, sorry, Erin Hunters! :3 The weird thing is, it's a complete coincidence. :D

1. Prologue

I looked at her. She looked at me. It was not love. It was more of a burning hate, a chemical reaction between the two of us, one that would rage between our Clans and destroy them...

She was spotted; I was striped. She hated me from the instant we were born, no matter that we were siblings. Our Clans, in the case of half-clan births, would divide the kits between the two clans, if there was an uneven number of kits but more than one, the undivisible kit would be sent to live as a loner.

Our litter had five kittens. She was firstborn, I second, Swankit third, Mallowkit fourth, and Fallowkit fifth. As I mentioned before, the 'odd' kit was sent to live as a loner, in this case Fallowkit. She became Fallow and my parents fought for her, they fought to keep her and they were killed.

In our time, the code was cruel. Cats who broke it were punished by being lamed, or, in most cases, death. There were two Clans, and two leaders when we were kits- Shrewstar and Shredstar. They were like the old legend Tigerstar; except worse. They could add to the code, make what was morally wrong right in the eyes of the Code, but they could not remove what was already in the code. StarClan had long since stopped visiting them.

Because our mother was WhiteClan and our father BlackClan, Icekit, the firstborn, and Swankit were sent to live in WhiteClan, while Mallowkit and I were sent to BlackClan.

Even if I had been offered WhiteClan, I would have traded places with Fallowkit and not live in that deceiving, evil clan with cats who only want for themselves, where you can get clawed for simply talking to a certain cat. In BlackClan, you at least have good cats, trust, a united cause, and even love of some kind.

At our separation ceremony (not much of a ceremony) I felt bad for Swankit. She was a very nice cat who always looked out for us, especially Mallowkit, who was born without much of a tail-just a tiny stump-and she could not jump or keep her balance very well. In WhiteClan, she would either become a hollow stump, without a heart, mindless; or driven to despair. As for Icekit, I felt no remorse. I had felt the tension between us ever since we first laid eyes on each other. I could not understand, at first, why she hated me with such intensity, and I tried to reconcile with her. But then I understood- she simply hated me for existing. For being younger, second, for taking away attention, for being different from her. I never understood, completely, why she hates me for something I can't even control. She doesn't have anything against Swankit or Mallowkit.

Now, the three of us are warriors. Swankit ran away the day after the ceremony, and we never tracked her down. I am Firetail; Mallowkit is Mallowtail, and Icekit is Icefeather.

Her name suits her. Icefeather; seemingly delicate, soft, but hard, cold, icy.

Then, Shredear and Shrewheart died of old age, and Icefeather and I were chosen as the new leaders.

I always try to soften the code, to reduce the punishment, to be nice. I hate punishing cats for little things that don't matter, like bringing someone 'bad' moss or other things of the sort. Icefeather, on the other hand, doesn't care. She focuses on bringing herself and her clan to glory.

Glory that can only be found in battle against your own sister.

AN: In these two clans you don't get the suffix -star. You retain your original name. Instead, the medicine cat scratches a star into your left paw. See my Ice and Fire::Survival Guide for more information. :D