Warrior Cats: Icetail's Enemy (COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter Thirty Three

Edited ✔️

Icetail finally felt like he was returning back to normal.

For a few days, he didn't leave on a patrol. He remained within the safety of MoonClan's camp, just as Sparrowheart had been nagging and Sweetheart advised. Lately, he felt more and more rested and confident, especially since he got to know his Clanmates a little more during his time of rest.

He didn't do much for the past few days. He'd listen to the stories of the elders, take Sweetheart's medicine so his shoulder wound could heal quicker, he would hang around with the kits more, help the apprentices with their duties, and get to know the senior warriors and their past lives better.

He was even getting closer to Silverpaw. For the first time ever, he felt warm because of her, and his thoughts and wonders about the prophecy of darkness were going astray. He knew that he'd soon have to get back on track though, but for now, he just wanted to rest.

Currently, he took Nightrose's place to watch her kits, Amberkit, Blackkit, and Goldenkit. Goldpaw was with them, playing a game of Clans that they all seemed to enjoy.

"You can never beat AmberClan, you GoldClan scum!" spat Amberkit, right beside her brother Blackkit.

"Never!" responded Goldpaw. "The golden warriors shall rule this forest!"

Icetail purred as he watched them. Their game of Clans was actually quite amusing, considering the fact that Goldpaw and Goldenkit together made a Clan called GoldClan.

He watched as Blackkit leaped at Goldenkit, but Goldpaw easily defended her 'Clanmate' by knocking him down with her strong forepaw.

"Go get Amberstar, Goldenstar!" Goldpaw meowed, turning to her companion.

"On it!" Goldenkit meowed, rushing after Amberkit. She tackled Amberkit down, imitating Goldpaw's moves. Goldenkit was actually quite good at imitating the older she-cat, and Icetail had a feeling that she would become a great learner as an apprentice.

Amberkit snarled. "That's no fair! You're an apprentice, Goldpaw! You're helping Goldenkit cheat and you'll beat Blackkit!"

"I can take Goldpaw on," Blackkit growled, pushing her off of him. He stood with pride. "Don't underestimate me just because I'm a kit."

"It's Goldheart to you!" Goldpaw snapped. "I'm no silly apprentice. I'm the sole deputy of GoldClan!" She puffed out her chest in pride, and her golden eyes gleamed.

"Take this, you mongrel!" Blackkit shot back, leaping on her.

Icetail laughed. All of the kits, including the apprentice, glanced quickly at him. "You know, you're posture is all wrong, Blackkit," he said. "You look like a duck fishing in water with your rump so high."

"Ha!" Amberkit squeaked.

"No I don't!" retorted Blackkit. He got back in a crouch, but this time, he fixed his posture. "See? I'm awesome at crouching."

"All of you kits got it wrong. Goldpaw, why don't you show them so your battle can be more fair?" he asked her. She nodded, and the kits eagerly gasped.

"Battle-training! Battle-training!" Goldenkit changed. She got into a messy posture already, and looked up at Goldpaw for approval. "Is this good?" she asked her Clanmate. Icetail remembered when Silverpaw was a kit and she'd always ask for training from him. He enjoyed the good memories.

Goldpaw shrugged, studying her Clanmate. "Try and lean more closer to the ground, y'know, so close that your belly fur grazes with it. And keep your tail down, too." She gave an example of an almost-perfect hunting crouch. Amberkit copied Goldpaw and got it exactly. "That's perfect, Amberkit!"