Frostsky's story

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The dirt-brown tom slowly padded across the clearing. He stopped walking when he realized that his mate wasn’t with him. The tom, who’s name was Scout, turned to look at his mate.
The once beautiful white she-cat was following him, her belly swollen with unborn kits. Her fur was matted with dried blood in some places, torn out in others, but her entire pelt was coated with mud. Frostsky stopped and looked over her shoulder at Windclan territory. She sighed and padded over to Scout, her tail drooping and her head hung.
“Frostsky, what’s wrong?” Scout meowed. He could tell that the former Windclan queen was troubled.
Frostsky didn’t answer. Her mind was on other things……

It was a beautiful morning as Frostsky padded across the moor. She was on a hunting patrol with Foxfur, a ginger she-cat that looked almost exactly like a fox, and Blackfeather, a black tom with a white spot on his chest. It was her first time out of the Windclan camp since she gave birth to her first litter.
Frostsky stopped walking when she scented something other than fresh-kill. It was Shadowclan. She dropped into a crouch, ready to spring if needed. As if on cue, Blackfeather and Foxfur also dropped into a crouch. Pretty soon they saw them, Quickstep, the Shadowclan deputy and five other Shadowclan warriors.
“Maybe they’re going to Highstones?” Foxfur meowed quietly.
“Mouse-brain!” Blackfeather and Frostsky hissed. Foxfur drew back slightly.
“Only leaders and medicine cats go to Highstones! Besides, they’re heading for camp!” Blackfeather growled quietly. Frostsky’s eyes widened. She guessed what this was about.
The Windclan warriors jumped out of their hiding place and stopped the Shadowclan group. Quickstep seemed surprised to see Frostsky. Frostsky ignored his look.
“What’re you doing here?” Foxfur snarled.
“We want to talk with Gingerstar.” Quickstep meowed, glaring at the fox-like she-cat.
“Very well.” Blackfeather meowed simply. Foxfur and Frostsky went to either side of the Shadowclan warriors and Blackfeather took up the rear. They led the Shadowclaners to the Windclan camp. Blackfeather went to get Gingerstar out of her den. Foxfur and Frostsky never left the Shadowclan warriors.
After what seemed like moons, Blackfeather and Gingerstar emerged from the leader’s den. Gingerstar looked down at the group of Shadowclan warriors. Other Windclan cats had come out of their dens as they scented the newcomers.
“What is your business here?” Gingerstar meowed.
Quickstep took a step forward and looked up at the Windclan leader. “I have come to take my kits back to Shadowclan.” he meowed.
Frostsky snarled. “You can’t take them!” she growled.
The crowd of cats grew silent. None of them had known who the father of Frostsky’s kits was, until now. It was obvious that the deputy of Shadowclan was her mate.
Frostsky and Quickstep glared at each other for a moment. “Those kits rightfully belong to Windclan. They are Windclan apprentices now!” the white she-cat growled.
As if they had heard what was going on, the three apprentices padded forward. Greenpaw, Flamepaw, and Rainpaw were their names. Rainpaw and Greenpaw looked like their mother, while Flamepaw had his father’s ginger coat.
“Why do you want these apprentices?” Gingerstar asked the deputy.
“Because they belong to Shadowclan! They belong with their father!” he snarled.
“After I nursed them and I did all the work?! You didn’t even care that I was carrying your kits! You only care now because you want more warriors for your clan!” Frostsky hissed.
Quickstep looked at Frostsky, a hint of hatred in his eyes as he looked at his mate.
“Maybe that’s why I became your mate in the first place. To give my clan more warriors.”
“So you broke the warrior code for that?!”
“You did, too!”
“Stop this!” Gingerstar yowled. “Quickstep, these apprentices belong to Windclan now.”
Quickstep growled and started to lead his warriors out of the camp. He turned and looked back at his former mate. “I will get them. Just you wait.”



“Frostsky?” Scout asked once more. The she-cat snapped to attention.
“Are you alright?” he asked. Frostsky nodded slowly. Scout led her towards a Twoleg den.
“I’m not going in there!” Frostsky hissed.
“Relax. The Twolegs have abandoned it, it’s warm, and it’s full of mice.” Scout meowed, walking into the barn. Frostsky followed her mate.
He was right. The barn held the scent of many mice and it was warm. She laid down and got herself comfortable. It had been a long journey and carrying the burden of unborn kits didn’t help.
“I’ll catch us some fresh-kill.” Scout offered. He went off to find some of the mice that seemed plentiful here.
While he did that, Frostsky started thinking again…..

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Frostsky worried about the three apprentices. They were her first litter and she didn’t want anything to happen to them. For a little over a moon, nothing went wrong. Foxfur, being the loyal friend that she was, kept telling her to relax, that everything was fine.
After a while, Frostsky began to relax. She thought that Quickstep had forgotten about his threat and moved on.
She was utterly wrong.
On the second moon, something happened. As Windclan came back from the gathering, Frostsky among them, the medicine cat, Tigerflower, ran out of her den. She darted over to Gingerstar and murmured something to her. Frostsky looked over at Foxfur, who hadn’t gone to the gathering, with a confused look.
Foxfur quietly padded over to the former queen. “Rainpaw has gone missing.” she meowed quietly.
Frostsky’s eyes widened in terror. How could one of her own children be missing? She opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by Gingerstar’s yowl for all the Windclan cats to gather around.
Gingerstar started addressing her clan about the Gathering. Frostsky realized that Quickstep hadn’t been there! Cloudstar said he had been sick!
“….and Tigerflower has brought to my attention that Rainpaw has been stolen from the apprentices’ den while we were away. Is that correct?” Gingerstar meowed.
All the cats that hadn’t gone to the Gathering nodded.
“Did you see who took her?”
They all shook their heads. “I scented a Shadowclan cat!” Greenpaw piped up.
“I did, too!” Foxfur agreed.
A few other cats nodded to this statement.
“Could any of you cats tell who the scent belonged to?” Gingerstar asked hopefully, hoping to find the lost apprentice.
Without waiting for an answer, Frostsky darted over to the apprentices’ den. Blackfeather and Foxfur joined her. The entire clearing seemed to hold its breath as they waited for the warriors to find out who had taken Rainpaw.
Frostsky padded back into view, Blackfeather and Foxfur not far behind her.
“Well?” Gingerstar asked, breaking the silence.
“Quickstep has taken her.” was the reply of the white warrior.



The scent of mouse shook her from her thoughts. She looked gratefully ate Scout and started eating.
“Is something wrong? You seem….distracted.” the brown loner said.
Frostsky sighed. She finished the mouse and looked at him. “I miss Windclan….but I can’t go back. I was exiled. But I never killed that kit! I just don’t want to remember them….” she mewed quietly.
“Let’s give you a new name so we won’t have to remember Windclan every time I say your name.”
“Alright…”
“How about…Sky?”
“Alright.”
“Well, Fro….er….Sky, I’m going to go get some sleep.” Scout rubbed his head against his mate’s neck and curled up not too far away. Sky could hear his steady breathing, and realized that he was now asleep.
Maybe that’s what she should do….fall asleep. It would probably keep her from thinking about Windclan…for a while at least. However, her dreams were interrupted with the story.

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Frostsky growled deep in her throat as she listened to Gingerstar gathering cats to be put on a search patrol for the missing apprentice.
“Where are you going?” Foxfur hissed to her friend as she spotted her heading for the entrance to the camp.
“I’m going to find Rainpaw!”
“They’re sending out search patrols! They’ll find her!”
“I’m the only one who knows exactly where he’d take her.”
“Duh! Shadowclan camp!”
“No! He’d take her all over Windclan territory, and THEN go to Shadowclan territory! He wants to confuse us!”
“Oh…..well, I’m coming with you!”
Frostsky’s tail twitched in thanks. She and Foxfur slipped out of the camp, supposedly, unnoticed and started scenting for Quickstep. Frostsky’s mind was clouded with worry and fear of what the Shadowclan deputy might do to Rainpaw.
Frostsky nudged Foxfur when she caught Quickstep’s scent mixed in with Rainpaw’s. The two Windclan warriors started to follow the scents.
Frostsky stopped walking as she heard something behind them. Foxfur looked at her.
“Coming?” she asked.
“Go ahead. I’ll meet up with you later.” Foxfur nodded and continued to follow the scent. She yowled in pain as a cat jumped onto her back and dug its claws into her shoulder.
“Hello Frostsky.” Quickstep hissed into her ear.


Sky jerked awake, gasping for breath. She hated remembering Windclan. It had been hard enough to be exiled. She slowly got to her feet, the weight of her unborn kits making it harder for her.
She looked over at Scout. He was still sleeping peacefully. Sky padded out of the barn and sat down on the ground. She licked her fur a few times over to try to get at least some of the dirt and blood off. She wasn’t too successful, but it was better than nothing.
The she-cat looked around her. She jumped slightly when she saw two pairs of eyes staring at her about five fox-lengths away. She thought she recognized them, but she wasn’t too sure….



Frostsky struggled underneath the deputy’s weight.
“Oh come now. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to show you something.” the tom meowed.
Frostsky wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he wanted to show her. She gave in, though. Quickstep jumped off of her, but not before he scratched her shoulders.
“Follow me.” he growled. He started to walk towards a rabbit hole. Frostsky saw a small white ball of fur. In a few places, the fur was red with blood. At first glance, she thought it was a rabbit.
“You got me fresh-kill?” Frostsky asked, extremely confused at this point.
Quickstep’s eyes gleamed with a certain enjoyment in them. “Looks closer.” he meowed.
Frostsky padded closer to the white lump. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the ball of fur.
It was Rainpaw! “You monster!” she yowled, turning on the deputy. Quickstep just laughed. “I just wanted to show you, dear Frostsky, what would happen to you if you didn’t hand over the apprentices.”
“So you killed your only daughter?!”
“Well, now you know what’ll happen if you don’t hand over the other two.” Frostsky felt like pouncing on him and killing him right then and there. But terror, fear and grief kept her rooted to the spot.
Quickstep smiled, that same gleam in his eyes, and slunk away back towards Shadowclan territory. Foxfur then padded up to her. “The scent led me here. Have you found them?” she meowed.
Frostsky looked back over at her daughter. Foxfur followed her gaze. She gasped as she saw the dead apprentice.
“Oh Frostsky…..I….”
Frostsky hung her head and started heading back to camp. ~How could this have happened?~ she thought. ~She was his daughter! How could he have not cared about her? I bet he doesn’t care about his two sons, either. I’ll make sure he doesn’t get them!~