Frozen Summer

Frozen Summer is a fanfiction written by Simmer, do not edit please!




 * -|Introducton=

When a mysterious new threat finds it's way into the heart of RiverClan, they look to StarClan for guidance. But the warrior ancestors have been silent for seasons, and the clans around the lake are beginning to lose their nerve and become worried about their anscestors. It's up to Pondtail to find a way to save her clan, and maybe her StarClan anscestors, without any prophecies or help.

But is it really her destiny to save the clans?


 * -|Prologue=

Every cat knew not to cross the border out of clan territory alone.

They all knew how dangerous it was, to be attacked by badgers and foxes with no support. They all knew how easy it was to die outside the clans, alone and away from their clanmates. But there was the odd cat, every once in a while, who had a taste for adventure and danger.

Brushpaw squinted in the force of the wind rolling over the slopes of the moor. It seemed unusually strong, as if some cat was trying to stop him from leaving tonight. StarClan? ''Ridiculous. StarClan haven't been around for moons.'' He told himself. If they cared about him, they would have done more for WindClan this leaf-bare, instead of letting them resort to stealing prey like rogues.

Brushpaw was tired of the constant squabbling for food and warmth. His clan was falling apart around him, and he didn't want any part of it. He longed to be on his own for a while, away from the voice of his mentor and mother, free from their attempts to calm him. He didnt need to be calmed. He needed to save his Clan.

Maybe that was really why he was out tonight, climbing the slope away from clan territory. Brushpaw told himself he just wanted a taste of outside air, some time alone. But maybe all he really wanted as the glory of being a hero. Brushpaw shook the thought from his head and looked over his shoulder. The camp was no longer in sight, and he didn't recognise the land he now stood on.

''I've done it! I'm not in clan territory anymore!'' He squeaked in his mind, excitemind filling him from ears to paws. Brushpaw skipped a little on his feet, suddenly feeling proud and confident.

He walked for a while longer, until the sun was coming up in the sky. I'd better be going back soon. Brushpaw decided. What were the older cats telling him about? He hadn't met a single badger or fox, and there were no Twoleg villaige in sight. All the stories were lies! It was perfectly safe out here! They could hunt here!

I've saved my clan! Brushpaw was filled with pride. Wait til I tell them about this!

He spun on his paws, excited to get back home. He walked in the direction he was sure he came from. It felt like a much longer walk than the one to get here...Brushpaw realised he didn't recognise his surroundings. ''I can't be lost! I have to help my clan!''

Panicked now, Brushpaw ran in every direction, searching for any landmarks he'd seen on his way here. In doing so, he just tangled himself further into the web of paths to take, until there were too many threads and he was lost forever..