An [Icy] Chill [Open]

[flameh]

Icestar sat at the edge of the pond. Her brownish pelt reflected in the water. Her blue eyes was fixed on the ripples. She shivered as an icy wind blew over the pond. She bent her neck and took a drink. The icy water felt nice on her throat. Suddenly Silverstreak's face appeared then dissappeared. An icy wind blew once again.

[Risa [Isis]]

[glow=red,2,300]

Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues

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The sky was clear of clouds. It held a beautiful blue tint, white near the horizon. The sun was blazing down from up high, its rays strong and blinding, providing little warmth on this day. A promise of snow whispered on the wind that whipped over the lands. Leaf-bare was on its way, no doubt, bearing down upon the wildlife that had settled here. Below, chilling snow already filtered across the highlands.

Flames seemed to dance upon a thin layer of snow. They skittered across the mountainside, slow at first, quickly now; the howling wind seemed to drive it onwards. Before it lay a quiet world, behind it, too. The flames ate their way, though they left no trace of ever being there. A tail twitched among the smoking fire, yet no animal shrieked in pain. Not aloud, at least. The haze of red slowed as it neared a clearing, before approaching the brown-furred feline at the water's edge.

Upon closer inspection, a form was made from the fire, a feline. A tom, handsome ginger with a blazing pelt that anyone could mistake for fire. His white-dipped paws carried him swiftly until he reached the she-cat's side. Bowing his head in respectful greeting, you saw a flash of an ear practically torn to shreds. As the tomcat rose his head, his eyes glowed brightly, dancing amythests among the ginger fur. He mreowed to the cat, obviously in charge, his words too quietly to be heard if any cat were eavesdropping.

"Icestar," he panted after his run, his tone seeming urgent. "Forgive me if I seem too outspoken, but I fear SnowClan may be at risk. Leaf-bare approaches. We need a medicine cat; Moonglow's death has left us unprepared for this season." His tail twitched. "I've checked her den, and her herbs are well stocked, but they won't be of use if we do not ask StarClan what to do about this."

He fell silent, hoping, praying, that she would relent. He had already spoken to her about this earlier, when Moonglow had still been alive. His leader already knew of his wishes, but she did not know exactly what had caused this sudden longing for it. Honestly, he didn't think he'd ever tell a soul.

Frostfoot wanted to become medicine cat.

[flameh]

Icestar looked up. Her blue gaze stdying the tom. "I will make the journey to star island soon" she mewed "there I will ask StarClan for answers." "I know SnowClan is at risk of catching greencough more than ever" she mewed. "Would you mind going to find some more catmint?" she asked her loyal warrior.

[Risa [Isis]]

Frostfoot nodded, his breath coming out in a misty haze, clouding the cool air. "Yes, Icestar. Thank-you, Icestar," his purr was rough as he spoke the words, and he turned. As he began to pad away, tail twitching behind him, he paused, his eyes glowing as he glanced towards his leader. Hopefully, StarClan would show her guidance - and hopefully, that guidance involved him in Moonglow's position.

ooc;; sorry - bad post, killer headache... *slouches away to die*

ill prolly come back and emblish it later. =3