-Part two of the clans on ice- It was a rainy day when the early birdsongs of the miserable morning woke Sugarpaw from her long slumber in the cottage ruin. There was an odd feeling in the air. It felt like everyone was going to be grumpy and sad. especially Tweet, which was weird considering that he was their happy, positive little chap. Today was the day. The day that the rouges and the clan cat was set off to find their new territory. To find their CLAN'S territory. Sugarpaw hopped onto her feet, tripping over one of her semi-injured legs. She got back up and shaked her head, walking over to Cold, as she nudged him, Cold, who was the younger child froze still. and then rolled over and said "Go away, I don't wanna hunt yet" Mumbling gibberish between each word he said. "Go mmM Away, Or I'll use my worst weapon on you" Giggled Cold, who was half alsleep. Sugarpaw backed away. she knew how dangerous a rouge could be. "Use it on me" she said, shaking her fur like she had no fear. "Oh really?" Said the young kit, walking over to her. he picked up a big cluster of moss and trapped her under it. Sugarpaw mumbled protests under the moss. Cold lifted up a bit of the moss and... Farted into it?! okay, now even I am confused. Oh I get it. Like a dutch oven. Gross. Cold laughed as he heard Sugarpaw muffled words of anger. and a little bit of amusement. Cold was pinning the moss, (or should I say, his bed?) onto Sugarpaw. within 12 minutes he released Sugarpaw from the grip off the moss. Sugarpaw stomped back over to her bed and tucked her face into her tail. she was VERY annoyed. Sugarpaw knew why their day was going to be ruined: The kit (Who was as big as Tweet and Sugarpaw), Cold. Double and Tweet where awakened with a loud thud. this startled Sugarpaw as well. Double and Sugarpaw shared a glance, then Tweet followed their shocked stares only to find that Cold was banging a stick onto Dove. Dove groaned and pounced onto the branch, thinking It was a rival cat. Cold fell back and burst into laughter. "What?" Muttered Dove, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He realized what had happened and lowered his eyebrows, scoffing. Double came over and picked up Cold, taking him back to her bed. "Now," said Double adjusting her legs onto the bed. "I think it's time for a bath." "Noooo!!" howled Cold, screeching and hissing as his mother licked him regardless. "Right." said Tweet, hopping to his feet. (I totally didn't make the rhyme on purpose) "Today's the day, every-" Cold escaped from his mothers grip and had launched himself toward Tweet, hitting him in the cheek. that was what had caused him to stop his speech. "Ouch!" said Tweet, who got knocked onto the floor. Double quickly walked over to him after, just before Sugarpaw. when they came over, Tweet slowly got up, "You okay, sweetheart?" asked Double "Yep" Mumbled Tweet, with his paw on his cheek. "I'll deal with Cold." Huffed Tweet's mother. She left Tweet and Sugarpaw alone, sitting next to each other. Meanwhile, Double was trying to stop her youngest son from torturing his own father. a few minutes later, everyone was outside the cottage ruin, sat in front of Tweet. "Everybody, today's the day our jounery begins, our, well future clan's history begins! Today is the day that-" Cold interrupted Tweet once more, but in his own shouts. "-that we will fail if this guy remains our leader!" laughed Cold, pointing at Tweet. Tweet was shocked. he didn't know such a small cat could be so mean. "Haha, yeah, yeah. very funny" said Sugarpaw sarcastically "Continue." said Sugarpaw turning back to face Tweet "Thank you, Sugarpaw" said Tweet. he tried to speak but over and over again, but Cold interrupted every time. "You know what, let's just get going. "okay, then." said Tweet. and they where off!
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