The Harsh Leaf-bare

Icefoot glared at the remains of the rabbit. “Goldenleaf, you can’t share that!” she protested. “It’s crow-food!”
The slender, golden tabby hissed crossly. “At least it’s something to chew on! We haven’t had a bite to eat in two days! I’m sure that the other Clans are doing just as bad.”
Icefoot snorted. “I suppose you can find out tonight at the Gathering,” she growled, glancing up at the sky. “I wish leaf-bare would end. This is the worst winter, I could ever remember.”
Goldenleaf twitched her tail and padded a few steps, her long legs sinking into the deep snow with each step. “Huh,” she muttered. “Leave the rabbit. Let’s go and see if we can find some non-crow-food prey.” She turned and stalked into the bare forest, tasting the air.
Icefoot followed quickly, her pale grey pelt barely a smudge in the endless piles of glittering, white snow.
“Icefoot! Goldenleaf!” A yowl cut through the peaceful silence. A pale ginger tabby burst out of the ferns, a black tabby tom following. “You’re hunting, aren’t you?” Swiftfire asked. “If you are, come join us at the beech tree. All the nuts are over there.” She pointed with her tail.
The black tom dipped his head. “We already caught a squirrel,” he meowed. “Too bad it’ll go to the queens and elders.”
Goldenleaf’s eyes lit up. “I bet you’re right, Thornfur! If we get enough paws, our Clan will eat well tonight.”
Swiftfire narrowed her amber eyes. “Well,” she muttered, “it’ll be the best meal out of this season.” She whipped around and vanished into the dry undergrowth.
Thornfur eagerly followed, with Goldenleaf racing at his side, they streaked off toward the Old Thunderpath.
Icefoot followed more slowly. Sniffing the air, she suddenly caught a whiff of mouse. Icefoot froze. Carefully tasting the air, she slowly turned toward the roots of an oak tree. Dropping into a crouch, she picked her way over the snowy ground, lifting and putting down each white paw carefully. Icefoot’s sharp green eyes gazed at the small brown creature scuffling in a pile of dead leaves. She slid forward, her eyes glued to the mouse. Icefoot could already taste the mouth-watering taste of prey. Now! She lunged, hooking the mouse into the air. With another swift swipe, the mouse was dead. Icefoot picked up the plump fresh-kill in her jaws, and turned to go. Then Icefoot stopped dead. A ShadowClan patrol faced her, their eyes shining with triumph. “How nice of you to catch it for us, Icefoot,” the warrior sneered, unsheathing his claws.

hey, this was pretty cool.

makes me glad that I have a fridge with food in it, and I won't get killed if I eat something.

Yeah. And that when you go to the GroceryStore, you won't get mauled by another guy trying to get the same lettuce head as you.
That's a really good story!

That ShadowClan guy needs to learn how to clip his nails

Shadowstorm, cats don't have nails. They have claws.

I'll add more later.

yay! I'll be waiting.

Icefoot dropped the mouse, and let out a hiss, trying not to show her fear. "If I can't get this mouse," she yowled angrily, hoping to draw the attention of the other cats, "then you won't either." Crouching, she let out a furious snarl.
One of the cats in the four-cat patrol sniffed contemptuously. "You against the four of us," he jeered. In in instant, Rowanclaw, the ShadowClan deputy had turned on the warrior. "Shush, Toadfoot!" the ginger tom spat. "Be quiet, or else you will be searching the elders for ticks for a moon!" Rowanclaw raked the rest of his patrol with an icy gaze. "You too." Icefoot narrowed her eyes at a gray-and-white apprentice. If she couldn't get with force, she would have to use her cleverness. And in her Clan, Icefoot was known for her cleverness. "Hello, Pinekit," she hissed at a small black apprentice near the front. "How did you get out of the nursery? Is Blackstar so desperate for prey that he's sending kits now?" Pinepaw's eyes windened with fury. "Mange-pelt!" she shrieked and lunged, claws unsheathed. Immediately, Ratscar knocked her back. "Stupid!" he hissed as Rowanclaw started scolding as well. Icefoot flicked her ears and picked up the plump mouse. Stealing a glance at the still-sulking Toadfoot, she whipped around and raced toward the Old Thunderpath. Icefoot streaked forward, her legs blurring together as she ran like she'd never done before. "She's gone!" Toadfoot's yowl sounded far behind Icefoot. "After her!"

I wonder why the cyclops didnt appear in my previous comment. but this was cool, anyways.

Thanks!

Cyclops: The great one-eyed freak

That was really good.
Lol Pine kit... Nice insult

Darkkit.

darkkit? where'd that come from?

TawnyPelt wrote:darkkit? where'd that come from?

Somewhere special, I bet.

this was random...
hey, anyone know how to boost their health??

nope.

Sorry, but no.

sighs. well, you cats are from riverclan and wouldn't help me anyhow. at least my health somehow boosted up around a hundred.

Er, 244.

yeah. before it was around 144.

Almost all better!

Haha math, so confusing.
I don't like math. >

i mean >=(

I love math! Hates science. I don't like it.