This is short -- only one page, but I like it! ^^ Some of the next chapters will PROBABLY be, like, really short or whatever (only HALF a page, or TWO-THIRDS of a page or somethin'), but when THAT happens, I usually just got bored. (^-^) Take no heed of that! ^^ Most of them, AFTER I catch up to brackenfurlover, of course (as of now, I have written up to Chapter 11, only 5 more to go until I beat him, can't wait! ^^ But I'm goaling to get up to 20 today, sooooooooooo.... Weekends are the best! ^^)
Frozen
It was as if time had stopped. It was cold outside. Windypaw shivered in her "nest."
Since the curse of StarClan had descended upon them, after some weird prophecy of sorts, everything had started to die. There was no more prey, and plants shriveled up. Cats started to get skinnier and their moss nests were no longer decent. But they had no choice. There was no more moss.
The few bits of prey that were brought in were eaten by the elders and queens, or shared around the camp. But everybody was dying. One cat, Swiftpaw, had gone on a quest—and whether she returned was yet to be seen.
Windypaw struggled up and stumbled towards the apprentices' den entrance. Redpaw glared up at her from his nest as she stepped on his tail by accident.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" he hissed.
Windypaw let out a purr. At least he was still normal. "Alright, alright."
After her little bit of joy, everything was dark and sad again. It was cold, there was not enough food…. well, basically, everything was going wrong.
Windypaw stumbled across the clearing to the nursery. She could hear the poor kits mewling inside.
"Good morning, Mother," she panted.
Snowfeather looked up from her nest. "Oh…. good morning, Windypaw. What brings you here?"
"I just wanted to see your kits…. one last time…." Suddenly, Windypaw was feeling very weak. "I think I'm going to die. At the very least, I'm getting weaker. I'm feeling like those other cats felt like before they died…. weak, and eventually they couldn't even get up from their nests anymore." She let out a wail. "Mother, I don't want to be like that! Swiftpaw was my friend…. I want to see her come back!"
"Shh, be peaceful," her mother urged her. "It's okay; it's okay. With any luck, we will survive these hardships. You're stronger than me; yet I'm not even close to dying yet. You'll probably live."
Windypaw nuzzled her mother's flank. "Thank you, Snowfeather. I'll keep that in mind…."
And with that, she stumbled back to her nest and fell right asleep, dreaming peacefully of food and bouncing kits.
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Days passed. Windypaw got weaker and weaker, and Redpaw died. She was heartbroken.
"Oh, Redpaw," she whispered, sticking her nose into his cold, cold, little skinny body. "I wish you didn't have to go."
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One night, Windypaw fell asleep, weaker than ever. She couldn't even move anymore. She fell asleep dreaming of food and bouncing kits yet again….
She never woke up.