A cat, with a pelt as white as snow, stumbled and tumbled down a snowy hill, smacking her head hard on a rock. a few moments later, she slowly opened her eyes, ears ringing, and saw two cats standing over her, a large fluffy black tom, and a fluffy white she-cat. The black tom meowed first, growling "Who is this, an intruder!?", "Calm, calm, Tuftedpounce, I'm sure they werent here to cause any trouble..", "You cant be certain of that, Cloudystar!! we should just KILL her, here and now!! She smells of Those of The Flurry.", "Calm, calm, remember, i am your leader. You must listen to me. Now, help me drag her to camp. If she tries anything, we'll kick her out, not kill her". She didnt catch the words of frustration from the angry cat, 'Tuftedpounce', as she slipped back into unconsciousness.
She found herself sprinting through a thick wood, a strange foreboding sense of dread captured her heart. A heavy, icy rain splattered noisily into the mud and grass, wetting her pelt to just a thin wet blanket of matted white fur.she sprinted through a thick bramble, bursting out the other side, to find herself flinging off a harsh mud cliff into a deep ravine, plummeting straight to the bottom with a sickening thud. She stood, dazed, and gazed up toward the sky. The moon and silverspeckle shined brightly, framed by the tall slick walls of the ravine, which glittered silver in the light of the Moon. She jumped slightly as she heard an unfamiliar young voice shout her name. "Icywhisker!", the voice came from every direction, but also no direction, as if it were coming from inside of her head. She turned to the first direction she thought to turn, straight ahead. She found herself meeting the eyes of a glittering cat, fur turned silver in the light of the moon, after gazing into her silvery eyes for a moment, she recognized this cat as a groupmate-- Houndfreckle, her group's Starclaw, but she looked much younger. Rather than the frail frostbitten old she-cat she was familiar with, she looked strong, well-fed, and courageous. Houndfreckle meowed, her voice returned to the familiar crackled old voice she knew. "The Ones of The Moon have spoken. Snow shall melt, Ice and Water shall join. Murder will befall the forest.", Icywhisker stared, stunned for a moment, then meowed, "H-houndfreckle?.. what does that mean? where.. where am I?", but she got no answer, as the familiar cat slowly faded, like a trick of the light shining silverly onto the mud. Icywhisker was frightened by this, and sprinted forward, trying to catch Houndfreckle in her claws, but skidded on the mud and fell harshly.
She awoke, dazed, and opened her eyes to find her gaze met with sunlight speckled by the branches of a bramble, the feeling of warm stick bedding underneath her. She was dreaming. She slowly sits up, and is shocked to find herself in an unfamiliar den. She looked around, it smelt of Those Along the Fringe. The den walls were rock, but the opening at the top was covered with a thick bramble, speckled sunlight breaming brightly into the den, an opening near the front, no other cats were inside at the time. She stood, and went to hurriedly leave as not to be caught here, but winced and fell in searing pain. She looked down at her front left leg, which was scarred and raw, the fur having long since disappeared. Seeing this, memories flooded her head. Of starving in her cold, snowy encampment home. It was cold, all year, every year, but these past few moons had been particularily rough. No prey-scent had graced her nostrils in about a moon and a half, the food-pile had laid empty for twice that, and half of the camp was injured with frostbite. She had left the encampment and Flurry territory to seek temporary lodging somewhere slightly warmer, Those Along the Fringe's territory specifically. But she slipped and fell on the snow, as it was only a thin layer covering up slippery ice. She tumbled, and fell unconscious. She was even more frightened now, since she was very aware she had been caught in Fringe territory, but she wasnt going to be able to flee with this lasting leg injury. She growled, and dragged herself back into the bunch of sticks she awoke in, figuring that, since she wasn't dead yet, that maybe, just maybe, the Fringe cats would help nurse her back to health and return her to her group.