Warrior Cats Awoken From Deep Frostclan Prologue The kit curled up, trying to get as far away from the entrance as possible. It’s cold, and there’s not much to eat. She meowed softly, trying to get her mother’s attention, but she’s busy feeding her brother and sister. She wandered outside, despite the chill, and saw a pile of fluffy snow. Curiously, she pounced on it, instantly cold to the bone. She yowled, but no one heard her over the wind. She meowed again, desperately, when someone picked her up. But they didn’t go to the nursery. They walked away, past the river to some woods. The kit was very cold and shivered. “Almost there,” the cat said. He was gray with brown and black splotches. She was confused where they were going, but watched as they went into a thorny tunnel to a camp. A den yawned ahead, like the old nursery. The two of them went inside it. “Duskpelt?” a voice called. “What’s that you have?” “A kit,” Duskpelt answered. “From where?” a cat walked over. Her fur is dark gray, with trails of white like wisps of clouds. “I found her in the forest,” Duskpelt paused. “Please, Brimfur. She needs a home. Two of your kits died.” “Of course, but,” she answered, “I hope you didn’t do anything bad.” Duskpelt walked out of the den. “I’ll get you some fresh kill,” he promised. Brimfur licked the kit’s head. She squeaked, and shivered. “I know you're not from here. But I will love you anyway,” Brimfur whispered, and, even quieter, “and you’ll be known as Ashkit.” Chapter 1 Ashkit watched as her brothers bounded around the nursery, meowing happily. One of her brothers, Stormkit, pounced on Falconkit, knocking him over. “Oof!” he yelped. Her mother, Brimfur, smiled at them. “Falconkit!” Stormkit cried. “We’re becoming apprentices tomorrow!” Ashkit couldn’t help but feel excited as well. She definitely wanted to be an apprentice! She leaned into Brimfur’s warmth with a sigh. Brimfur licked her head, as she had ever since she was a little kit. Her amber eyes were always a comforting sight, knowing this was where she belonged, in the fur of Brimfur. However, she knew soon that would change, and she would leave the nursery to train as an apprentice. She was excited, yes, but also nervous. She had no idea what would happen or what mentor she would get. Still, she curled up to sleep and dreamed of what was to come. In the morning, she woke up to hear the words, “All cats old enough to hunt for themselves, gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!” She got up quickly, hurrying over to the highrock where her brothers were already waiting. Ebonystar was atop the highrock, with Charheart, the deputy, in front of it. Ashkit watched as cats gathered around, curious and excited. “As you may know, three kits have turned 6 moons old today,” Ebonystar announced. “Falconkit, you will be known as Falconpaw and you will be mentored by Tawnytail. Stormkit, you will be known as Stormpaw and mentored by Bloomheart. And Ashkit, you will be known as Ashpaw and be mentored by Charheart. Clan meeting dismissed!” Ashpaw hurried over to Charheart, who smiled. They walked over to a forest. “Let’s practice hunting stances,” Charheart suggested. She crouched into a position that Ashpaw mimicked. “Now, a rabbit will smell you coming, so hunt downwind. A mouse will hear and feel you coming so you…?” “Step lightly and quietly?” Ashpaw asked. “Very good!” Charheart smiled. After that, they went on a patrol around Leafclan territory. Once they got back, they ate some food. Ashpaw was exhausted. She dragged herself into the Apprentices’ Den and found a mossy spot to sleep. It would happen again tomorrow, for as long as it took.
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