DannyZ67

 It was past Sunhigh; the sun was beginning to drop towards the horizon, though the sky was still bright and clear overhead. Fireheart had just returned to camp after a hunting session with his apprentice, his nephew Cloudpaw, though here was a lot going on in the fiery coloured tomcat's head. Most of it was the anger he was holding back after an argument with his apprentice. The young irresponsible tom had caught a pigeon, but nearly lost it because of his imprudence and his lack of attention. Not only that, but Cloudpaw had showed little respect to the life he was taking away. Of course, Fireheart scolded him for his behaviour, but Cloudpa

Fireheart's thoughts were lightly interrupted by the high tone of Cinderpaw's voice. "So you two were from the same clan?" Silverpelt blinked and slowly shook her head from side to side. "No, I'm not a forest cat," meowed Silverpelt with a glint of amusement in her voice. Cinderpaw exchanged a puzzled look with Fireheart, who clearly didn't expect that answer. "Where are you from?" asked Cinderpaw. "I used to live next to your clan's territory. Near the tallpines," answered Silverpelt as she gazed blankly away. "Tallpines... But that's near the Twolegplace," remarked Fireheart with a confused look. "Yes, I lived there with my humans,"

The forest that was once lush green was now hidden under a thick white coat. Newleaf was coming, but still the icy wind swept through the lifeless branches of the trees, hurling snow into Fireheart's eyes. Fireheart stopped to shake the snow off his deep ginger fur as a loud meow sounded in front of him "Not used to the cold, kittypet?" A bulky dark brown tabby tom trotted across the snow, his massive paws lifting off snow as he padded forward. This warrior was known as Tigerclaw, Thunderclan's deputy. Following close behind was a pale tabby tom named Longtail, a follower of Tigerclaw, who couldn't hold a mrrow of laughter at Fireheart's pat

A Cure For Frostbite. Frostbitten let out an involuntary yelp as his paw hit against a sharp stone. Frustrated, he kicked at it- sending it spinning across the cold floor and hitting the left hand wall. Hollowed-out holes lined the wall and the clatter of the rock caused several berries to cascade out of various ones. "Oh, fox dung," he mumbled and stopped his insistent pacing to recollect the scattered ingredients: ingredients for important use in his work. After all, Frostbitten was the medicine cat of Thunder Clan. "Grr, if I have to wait any longer, I'll go crazy!" the pale tabby growled, but it was a worried growl, almost desperate. "I