The Uprising: Coming winter

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Snow was falling as Frostpaw headed towards the stream. His piercing blue gaze swung across the swaying reeds. The crackled like fire and broke when he brushed them. It was leaf-bare in Riverclan. As the gray-white tom stalked toward the stream he scented a muskrat. Muskrats, as fuzzy and soft as they are they are dangerous prey. Still, Frostpaw pressed onwards. The muskrat hadn’t scented him. He was downwind, waiting in the reeds for the furry rodent to come close. The muskrat crawled into the water, its fur blocking the chilled water. It swam through the icy water, not minding the bone-chilling cold. The muskrat scampered up the bank, right past the concealed Frostpaw. When the muskrat’s tail was right in front of Frostpaw, he leaped!! The adrenaline surging through the young tom’s veins, as he landed square on the muskrat’s back. His razor claws dug into its flesh, blood spraying onto the ground. The muskrat shrieked in pain and bucked, throwing Frostpaw off its back!! It bit down hard on his tail, causing him to screech in pain. He jumped before the creature could bite again. Then CRACK! the whiplike tail of the muskrat hit him, slamming him in the face and knocking him to the ground. The dark, beady eyes of the smelly rodent shone like orbs of crystal in the sunset. It prepared to deliver more vicious bites to Frostpaw, who lay on the ground, winded. Suddenly a Riverclan hunting patrol charged the muskrat, the two she-cats and the tom tearing into its flesh, leaving furless patches and bloody streaks. The furry beast fell on its side and lay still. “FROSTPAW!!, WHAT WERE YOU DOING?” Exclaimed Shriketail. “Fighting a muskrat by YOURSELF!?” The tortoiseshell she-cat sighed in exasperation “Where is your mentor?” said Mistfur worriedly. The gray tabby tom looked around trying to find the reddish-brown pelt of Frostpaw’s mentor, Cedarheart. “She doesn’t know I’m hunting.” Conceded Frostpaw. “WHAT!!!!!” Screamed Shriketail. The tortoiseshell she-cat started to lift feeble Frostpaw with her shoulder. “We need to get you back to camp to see Ripplepelt” said Mistfur’s apprentice Pikepaw.

Chapter two

“Frostpaw!!” shrieked Frostpaw’s father, Shatteredstar