Book two, chapter 2 ------------------------------ Part of the Thrushclan series ------------------------------------ The night after the ceremony, Woodstar lay in her den, thinking about whatever floated across her mind. The clan didn't understand why she let Icepaw in, and she didn't understand either. I suppose I didn't want someone to endure the same pain I endured, she thought. Woodstar and Dawnfeather were raised as rouges, and their life was terrible. She didn't want this small tom to go through it. "Oh, Ripplewhisker..." Woodstar mumbled the name of her deceased foster parent. "I need you right now." As if on cue, a light emerged from outside. It was the middle of the night and everyone was asleep. Woodstar stumbled her way out of the den. A faint outline was visible in the stars. It was Ripplewhisker. "The Ice shall quench the heat." A voice echoed through the air. "Ripplewhis-" Woodstar called out, but the outline disappeared. "The ice shall quench the heat." Woodstar repeated it to herself. Was this a prophecy? ---------------------------------------------------------- Icepaw spent his first night in the apprentices den after Bluestorm cured him. "Wanna play?" Rosepaw offered, clutching a mossball. An older apprentice, Acornpaw, who was a brown tabby with brown eyes, appeared from behind Rosepaw. "Ew! We don't have to play with a rouge kit. Right, Rosepaw?" Acornpaw sneered. "Y-Yeah, I mean, no! We don't want to play with you!" Rosepaw spat, and the two she-cats left. Icepaw frowned, his blue-grey fur blowing in the subtle wind.
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