~The Chronicles of Icepaw~

I remember the excited gasps from my mother and the awing mews from my older sister, Dew. I remember when the warm forest breeze combed through my wet fur as I was carried into a cave glowing with the entities of beautiful crystals. I remember how I had a brother born on the same day as I was, my twin, Coal. I remember the soothing licks my mother gave me as she washed away the stickiness that clung into my fur. I remember the deal my mother made with Dew to take me to CloudClan and for her to raise Coal on her own.

How did I remember the first day I was born? Well, my mother says I have excellent memory and I'm the brightest kit she knew. Anyway, enough bragging about myself. I'll take you onto a journey about the multiple adventures of my life. Well, what are you waiting for? Come on!

As I was accepted into CloudClan, I made tons of friends who helped shape me for who I am. I was admired by all for my unique markings which I proudly accredited to my mother since I never knew how my father looked like. Maybe one day I'll ask her about him.
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One hazy afternoon, I was sitting at the borders of CloudClan, observing my apprentice friends in training with their mentors. The tiring rays of sunshine made my white fur and icy blue eyes glow. One day, I thought, twitching my dark muzzle, I want to be the best warrior CloudClan has ever had. I want to make everyone proud and be better than the best I can be. After a while, I finally hopped back onto my black paws and went sauntering around the camp for my mother.

When I finally found her, she was chuckling with Mistystream and Whitefeather beside the waterfall, sparkling droplets of water clinging to their fur like diamonds. When I leaped onto a mossy rock, the mist seemed to embrace me in a welcome. "Hello Mistystream and Whitefeather!" They both bowed their heads with warm smiles. I turned to my mother with bright, wide eyes. "Hey mom! Can I go hunting with Wheatpaw? Huh? Can I? Can I? Can I?" Full of energy, I began to hop up and down in place, eagerness and mischief twinkling in my eyes. My mother, Tornadostorm, softly laughed as she rubbed between my ears with her chin. "Oh, Icekit, you are still too young! You cannot go outside the clan borders." Then more firmly, she added, "It's too dangerous for a kit. There are creatures out there that want to snack on young, vulnerable kits like you. My answer is a no. You may only stay inside the camp." When I opened my mouth in protest, she said, "Uh, uh!" Then with a stubborn groan, narrowed eyes, and laid-back ears, I gave a quick bow to each cat and left with a flick of my grey tail.