Hello my dear lovelies. Welcome back to my new story, Trapped in Ice! How long have you been waiting to meet the main character? Well I guess not that long since the story just started but I have been waiting a while to write from her point of view so don't judge me! *runs away sobbing*

Okay, so here you go! Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

Part One- Broken Dreams

Chapter One

"Snowshine?" a young voice asked. "Leafpelt?"

"Ah, hello, Rabbitpaw. Is there something you need?"

"No, but I brought you two a squirrel." With a thud, something hit the ground.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Frozenkit opened her eyes just soon enough to see the ginger tail vanish out of the nursery. She stared with a wide gaze at that gray creature that laid limply two tail lengths away. It's bushy tail was stretched out towards her, and she reached out to bat it with her paw.

"No, Frozenkit."

She looked up to see the cool yellow glare of her mother. She wore a stern expression on her face, one to match her words. "You don't play with food."

Frozenkit blinked, and then lowered her head in shame. "I know, Mama. I won't do it again." She snapped her gaze back up to look in her mother's eyes. She hoped that by doing so, it would show Snowshone she meant it.

"That's what you said last time you did it."

Frozenkit's tail drooped. Snowshine looked away and pawed the squirrel closer to her. After taking a bite, she pushed over to a ginger and tawny she-cat. "Here Leafpelt. You must be starving."

The Queen smiled gratefully and took a few nibbles of the prey. Frozenkit watched as the two she-cats exchanged conversation and passed the squirrel back and forth.

She didn't like being a kit. She didn't like being the smallest kit worse. For everything she did, her mother would be there saying, "No, this," and, "No, that." She wasn't big enough to eat solid prey yet, which made her feel even smaller than she already was. Watching her denmates delightfully share morsels with one another, and it was torture.

Snowshine had made a rule that she couldn't stray so far as three fox-lengths from the nursery. "I don't want you getting under the big warriors' paws. They'd crush you in an instant."

Frozenkit tried to argue. She tried to make a point. She tried to be right for once, but no one would ever listen.

She was two moons old, two moons and one quarter. She counted the nights that went by; the last thing she thought of before she went to sleep. Slowly in her mind, she would hear her echoing voice assuring, "I'm one day closer to being a warrior."

A warrior was all she ever wanted to be. At least then would cats listen to her. At least then they would the care about what she had to say.

At least then she could finally live her life.

"Good morning," a deep voice rang outside the nursery entrance. Frozenkit recognized the voice, and she recognized the words, but she could never recognize the cat that would walk into the den. Every day, she saw him, a strong dark brown tom with those shimmering green eyes, but who he was didn't seem to matter to her. Who she was didn't seem to matter to him.

"Oakshade," greeted Leafpelt, when his broad shape appeared in front of them.

"Right on time, as always," purred Snowshine. She blinked lovingly at him and angled her ears to the curve of her belly. Frozenkit's tiny claws flexed.

"Lionkit," called Oakshade softly.

A light brown tabby kit, with thick her and the shoulders of his father stirred beside Snowshine. A head popped up, and two bright yellow eyes appeared. The kit flashed an excited grin when he met Oakshade's gaze and he leaped from where he lay.

"Come on! What are you waiting for?" he asked, slipping under the tabby's leg.

Oakshade laughed hardily, it was a laugh the boomed in your ears, and followed him out. "Hello...Frozenkit."

"Hello...father."

Yes, Oakshade was not only Lionkit's father, but her own. Every day, if the day was clear, he would take Lionkit out for some play-fighting. Or at least that's what they'd call it. Frozenkit would watch them sometimes. Though Oakshade went extremely easy on her brother, it was harsh for a kit. She knew they were really training battle moves. The two first had started it about a half moon ago. The first time, she had walked into it, wanting to join. Snowshine shoved her out of the mess and told her that she was too small for difficult training like that. It was never fair, not as long as Lionkit was there to unbalance the weight of things.

"Do not speak to your father like that."

Frozenkit paid barely any attention to the scold. She just stared into nothingness as the Clan interacted outside her invisible barriers.

Leafpelt's kits were no fun to be around. At almost six moons of age, they were to become apprentices, and Frozenkit had had about enough of their boasting.

Smallkit was just like her mother, calm and friendly, but when she got into things with her brothers, she was about as tranquil as a river during a rain storm. She tended to keep away from Frozenkit, like all other cats did, but she was the one that probably tolerated her most.

Nettlekit, with his spiky fur and his excited look at things, looked like he had just gone through a four season windstorm. Of the group, he was probably the most hyper. One heartbeat he'd want to go explore the territory, the next he'd be cowering in his mother's flank after seeing a lead move to the breeze.

Stonekit was the leader of the three, and by far Frozenkit's least favorite. He was always the one to be getting into trouble with the elders or attempting to sneak out of camp to discover a fox den, but whatever he was doing, he was never still. Often times, he would try getting Frozenkit to join his expeditions, of course only to get her into trouble with Snowshine. She was good at resisting though, even when he promised her things like prey and a chance to meet the apprentices. They were four moons older than her, and yet she felt like she was the only real grown cat in the nursery. Snowshine and Leafpelt were always off in there little worlds, only coming out when Frozenkit did things that were only foolish through their eyes. The three were, as described, troublesome, and Lionkit was a selfish little twerp.

She loved him though.

Yes, it appeared most often that she had grown a deep hatred for her brother. Snowshine would glare at her with an icy gaze that made her skin crawl whenever she said something insensitive. Lionkit tried to be nice to her a lot. Though when excited her ignored her, but when she felt left out, he would sometimes tell her something to make her laugh. She was clearly jealous of him, but he took no care.

All she wanted was to be a warrior. Frozenkit didn't feel that when her own brother was treated higher than herself that she would never be one. She wanted to join in the training. She wanted to get to know her father better, but she was always too small for everything.

Snowshine was taking a morning nap. Leafpelt was grooming her kit's fur to their annoyance. She was completely unnoticed. They wouldn't know if she snuck out for a few minutes, just to observe the training, right? Not even Oakshade would have to know. No one except her.

Frozenkit rose from the nest and padded outside, only stirring the tiniest amount of bracken. The day was clear, but the morning was cold. She had heard Snowshine and Leafpelt discussing the time of leafbare coming, and that prey would be scarce and the air would always be chilly as long as the season wore on. The nursery was always stuffy and warm. She wasn't used to the bitter air.

But, if she omitted the feeling in her fur, she could see that the sky above was clear as fresh water, and only one puffy white cloud dotted the pool of azure she saw through the thin and bare treetops. Colorful leaves dappled the forest floor, stirring at the slightest breeze and flowing through the air at the strongest. So many cats of all sizes and colors either walked the camp or dozed in the sun. And in the middle of it all, stood a massive, gray stone that seemed to reach the sky.

Frozenkit had seen it all before, but it felt like she was reliving it again, like the world in front of her was a whole new place unexplored by even the strongest creatures. Delightful scents swam in the air and made her jaws water with hunger. ThunderClan looked amazing!

A grunt of frustration coaxed her to turn her head. About ten fox lengths off-and beyond her limit-were the two tabbies. Oakshade had sidestepped a blow from Lionkit, and now her brother lay splayed out on the grass. She stifled a mrrow of amusement seeing him like that. Oakshade waited as he got up and faced his father.

"That move is way too hard," he whined. He shook out a leaf on his pelt, and it fell gently to the ground. "Can we try something else?"

Oakshade threw him a stern look. "Now, when you are an apprentice, your mentor isn't going to just let you give up when something becomes to hard. You have to practice until you get it right." He leaned down to get closer. "Picture this. You're in battle with ShadowClan. The Clan leader is determined to flay you like you were his prey. He dodges your every move. What do you do? Let him win?"

"No!" exclaimed Lionkit. "I kill him!"

Oakshade's whiskers twitched. "If you must...but no. You do this move to throw him off guard, and pin him down!" He pounced on the grass. "Try the move again!"

Lionkit wasted no time, he crouched, wriggling his haunches. With a grunt, he leaped. Oakshade quickly jerked to the other side, but that is where Lionkit actually managed to go. His paws hit Oakshade in the foreleg, and the dark brown tabby yowled and pretended to seem hurt and fall to the ground.

Frozenkit blinked in confusion. I don't get it. All he did was leap at him. What's the point of the move? Why's it so special?

Oakshade laughed and sprang to his paws. "Very good! You learned where my good side is, and jumped there!"

Lionkit puffed out his chest. "You thought I was going to land beside you, but I got you where you thought it was safe!"

It still doesn't make any sense! He should be doing things like this! Frozenkit took a paw and shredded the ears of an invisible enemy while lunging to wrap her teeth over its shoulder. She dodged an imaginary blow and released her old, twisting to the back and kicking her hind legs out. I'd give a ShadowClan warrior some real wounds to think about.

"Frozenkit!"

She white kit whirled to face the nursery entrance. Her mother stood there, fury dancing in her eyes like fire. "What do you think you are doing!?"

"I was just-"

"You're not supposed to be training! Get inside now!"

"I wasn't training!" spat Frozenkit.

"Don't you dare talk back to me!" hissed Snowshine. "I told you got go inside! So go inside, and don't come out again!"

Frozenkit gaped at her mother. She wasn't fighting, she was just pretending to! She looked over her shoulder to see her father's surprised gaze and her brother's innocent one. She gritted her teeth and walked past Snowshine into the nursery, determined to sleep until she was six moons old.

Poor Frozenkit! To be honest, I didn't really expect the first chapter to be like this at all, but here it is, in black and white :) Frozenkit is pretty mature if you ask me. Review please!