The only reason I’m writing this is because, I can’t stop having dreams about it, and I’m absolutely obsessed with this new idea I’ve come up with. I’m only doing 2 other fanfics, and I’ve already planned out the rest of their plots, so that is why, I’m able to write another one.
Iced Blood is a young tom, who lives with his best friends, his brothers. They aren’t blood brothers, but they’ve lived with each other all their lives. They are, Black Hawk, Fire Eyes, and Gray Blaze. The four cats are at peace until a young she-cat comes along, Tala. She and Black Hawk grow close together, causing disruption.
When Iced Blood and Tala are alone, a terrible accident happens, and Iced Blood learns he is the descendant of Scourge, and he has power. Power that can kill any cat. Power that could make him rule the forest. He is forced to leave behind everything he knows and loves, to find the Clans. When he gets there he meets another cat that has been his family enemy for many, many years.
Every Clan, rogue, kittypet, and even Twoleg will be forced to choose. And Iced Blood will have to choose who is friend or foe, and he will have to choose to save either his friends . . . Or save his family. . . Or save the Clans.
Iced Blood stretched out on the ground. Someone poked him. “Ouch!” He yelped, looking around. “Black Hawk, I know it was you.” He growled. Fire Eyes and Gray Blaze watched from a distance, snickering. Iced Blood was a black tom, with a jet white leg, and ice blue eyes. Black Hawk was a black tom with streaks of white in his fur, and friendly green eyes.
Gray Blaze was a russet colored tom, with gray eyes, that seemed to blaze when he was angry. Fire Eyes was a brown tom with fire-colored eyes. They had been separated from their real families when they were very young, about five moons old. They had found each other all by fate, and had lived together, and been like brothers ever since.
Iced Blood stood up, shaking out his fur. Black Hawk then pounced on him. “Ha!” Iced Blood let out a yelped, and reared up, trying to knock him off. “This is revenge!” Said Black Hawk. “Remember last night?” Iced Blood blinked. “Oh yeah.” He had waken Black Hawk up from his so-called “amazing dream” and pounced on him, and he had been angry ever since.
Iced Blood frowned, shaking him off. “Alright, I’m sorry for waking you up from your amazing dream, and pouncing on you. But in my defense, I couldn’t sleep and I was bored!” He yowled. Black Hawk narrowed his eyes. “And I had to pay for it!” Fire Eyes then said, “But it was hilarious! You should have seen the look on your face! It was like the one on the frozen lemming we found last leaf-bare!”
Black Hawk eventually began to grin in amusement. “Really? It was that stupid?” Gray Blaze nodded. “Yep!” The four toms began howling with laughter. They spent the rest of the day, swimming, hunting, and racing, teasing and wrestling each other. They stayed up into the night, and the moon shined high overhead. Iced Blood yawned and padded into his nest, curling up. That night he dreamed.
A tabby gray tom, with blind blue eyes, and a slash in his throat lay in the middle of a clearing gasping for air. A dark ginger tom with a white tipped tail and amber eyes was standing in between a dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a dark ginger she-cat with one white paw, a squirrel-like bushy tail and green eyes. Across from them was a golden tabby tom with amber eyes and thick fluff ringing around his neck.
“Jayfeather, no.” The golden tabby tom spoke, sorrow in his eyes. “I can’t lose you too. Not after Hollyleaf, and then Leafpool. . .” He trailed off, his amber eyes gleaming with grief and sorrow. The gray tom, Jayfeather, said, “Stay strong, Lionblaze. You can make without me. You too, Alderheart, all of you can.” He looked at the dark ginger tom, Alderheart, and then the others.
Alderheart let out a wail. “But you can’t go! You were the best mentor I’ve ever had! The best medicine cat in ThunderClan!” He cried. The dark brown tom leaned down. “I know I wasn’t your father.” He said. “But you were like a son to me. You, Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, Sparkpelt, Alderheart, and Squirrelflight are the best things that ever happened to me.” He said. The dark ginger she-cat said, “Oh Bramblestar. . .” And trailed off. Jayfeather shook his head, letting out a sudden gasp.
Then he spoke, “Darkness is coming! But not yet. After me, after the next generation, in a long time! But you must pass this down, you understand?! It will either destroy the forest, or save it. But I have a feeling it will destroy it. But no matter what you must protect it! With your lives! It mustn’t die, or the forest will be doomed, and nothing will be able to save it!” And with that he died.
The dark ginger she-cat let out a yowl and the dark brown tom, Bramblestar, soothed her. “It’s alright Squirrelflight, he’s with StarClan now.” The dark ginger she-cat, Squirrelflight, nodded, straightening. “We must break the news to the Clan, that he’s gone.” She murmured. Alderheart nodded, and then said, “But what about the darkness?”
No one spoke, merely exchanging glances of fear and uncertainty.
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