Warrior Cats: Icetail's Enemy (COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter Sixteen

Edited ✔️

Icepaw padded through the MoonClan forest, his pelt dotted with white. Soft, wet snow gently floated down from the clouds and onto Icepaw and the rest of the forest, thickening the sheet of white even more. The trees were naked and bare, with snow layering it's thick, strong branches.

Brightstar padded in front as the head of the patrol, with Sharpfang, Swiftbreeze, Fireshade and Dawnpaw following very close behind. Everyone was quiet, and everyone was pressed close enough to each other that they could hear each other breathing. They were nearing CloudClan borders. Icepaw was alert, because they were still fairly close to DarkClan.

Brightstar turned in front of the patrol. "Okay, we're spreading out. I'll take Icepaw and Dawnpaw to do this side," she meowed, looking up at Fireshade for approval. Of course, he nodded to his leader. "And the rest of you will start from that tree." She pointed with her tail over to a large, naked dead birch covered with a lot of snow.

"Yes Brightstar," Swiftbreeze said, trotting over to the other side with Fireshade and Sharpfang following. Sharpfang, before he left, cast Icepaw a glance of disgust, and turned over to the group.

Icepaw's pelt bristled. What's his problem? he thought angrily. I did nothing to my Clanmates! Why would he think I would harm Grayfur?

Everyone was still trying to solve the mystery of the cat who had attacked Grayfur a little while ago. It bugged Icepaw miserably since a few cats thought it was him who did it—but thankfully, it's getting forgotten since Grayfur was back on her paws.

Dawnpaw padded ahead and began to mark one tree over to a bush, while Icepaw walked around the area, scouting all around. He stopped in his tracks, scenting something he hadn't smelled in a while. A rabbit! He didn't have one of those for moons ever since he caught his first one and received those scratches!

Icepaw opened his jaws wide, sniffing the air. He knew this was not a hunting patrol, but MoonClan was starving.

He crouched down, beginning to pad forward with his tail almost dragging behind him. He hoped his stomach growls wouldn't be heard and drive the rabbit away. He could see it's ears twitching. But suddenly, with paws outstretched, Sharpfang pounced onto it, biting it hard on the neck before Icepaw got a chance to go at it.

"Hey!" Icepaw growled. "I was gonna hunt that!"

Sharpfang dropped the dead rabbit on the ground and turned to him. "Oh, didn't see you there, Icepaw," he meowed, his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, sure you didn't," he snorted. "I was hunting here first."

"Well I caught it, okay? Don't be such a kit about it! I have a better chance at catching prey than you, so at least be thankful I am helping to feed you and the rest of the Clan." He buried his prey under a bush, and left it at that, going back to the borders.

Icepaw's tail lashed. How dare he! Sharpfang may not like him but he did not have to be annoying about it. Icepaw sighed to himself, and padded back to his side of the MoonClan border, helping Dawnpaw mark.

She looked worried. "What was that about?" she asked him.

"Nothing. Some cats just don't like me. That doesn't really matter though." He looked up, over the DarkClan and CloudClan borders.

"Icepaw, you shouldn't go snapping at other cats like that, it's rude to your Clanmates," she mewed, casting a swift glance at him.

"I didn't snap at him," Icepaw murmured.

He froze, suddenly seeing a cat pad out of the trees. She was a gray she-cat with deep black tabby markings, and unforgettable leaf green eyes. Her fur was shaggy and messy, and her claws were fully extended. Fallentail! The memory of the fight he had with Fallentail crowded in his mind, as well as the battle with the DarkClan patrol, the death of Featherbreeze and the following deaths of Ripplefur and Spottedkit.