Frost's journey

Hello! Frostmoon here. This is a FaunaClan fanfic I'm making. It's basically my backstory because not much is known about me. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
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Frost looked around, having just opened her eyes. Her sister, Wynter, pounced on her tail. "Hey! I'm telling mother!" Frost mewled. "You're such a scaredy-mouse! We can never have any fun!" Wynter complained. "Now, now, there's no reason to argue about this. There's a simple solution. Frost, go outside and play with your sister. Wynter, be gentle. Frost is younger than you," meowed Snow, the two kits' mother. "Ok!" squeaked Wynter."Do I have to?" Frost mumbled. "Come on, Frost!" Wynter mewed, nosing her sister out of the den. "Fine," Frost grumbled.
Soon Snow could hear squeaks outside. She padded out of the den to see what was happening. Snow looked at where the kits were playing with their father, Pinecone. She padded to her mate and touched noses with him. "Anything new?" Snow whispered to Pinecone. "Moon and Oak were chased out. They blamed us for the prey stealing, but Bone didn't believe them. I thought that he would kill them for even bringing us into it," He murmured. "Should we tell Bone the truth?" Snow meowed worriedly. "No, he will find out soon enough," Pinecone replied. Wynter pounced on Pinecone's waving tail. "Ah ha! I found the prey-stealing, flea-bitten, evil clan warrior! I will rip him to shreds!" Wynter mewed loudly, interrupting Pinecone's and Snow's conversation. She then proceeded to climb up her father's tail. "Oh no! I am being attacked by this fierce and brave rogue!" Pinecone yowled in mock-distress. "I will defeat you!" Wynter meowed with pride. She climbed onto his head and Pinecone tried to get her off, but she wriggled around, dodging. Wynter finally scooted off Pinecone's head and she clung onto his back with tiny claws. "Badger ride!" Wynter mewed with excitement. "Ok..." Pinecone meowed, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Pinecone ran around the clearing with Wynter clinging to his back, mewing with joy and excitement.
"Do you want a badger ride, Frost?" Snow asked her daughter. "No, it doesn't seem very safe," Frost mewed with worry. "I'm sure it's fine," Snow meowed gently. "okay..." Frost mewed, unsure. Pinecone put Wynter down and mewed, "It's Frost's turn now," "Frost? But she's gonna fall off and start mewling!" Wynter complained. "And then you'll get mad at me!" "Now why would we get mad at you?" Snow asked. "Because you like her better than me, which means I get all the blame not matter what happened!" Wynter meowed. "Oh sweetie..." Pinecone started, but Wynter interrupted him. "No! You always spoil her! I never get anything nice! It all goes to Frost!" Wynter turned around and ran back into the den, refusing to talk to her parents.
Chapter 2: The dream _________________________________________________________________________________________________
Frost continued to chase the butterfly, even though she knew that there were unknown cats around her. Suddenly, the butterfly disappeared. Huh? This is one strange dream, Frost thought. "Frost," she turned around to see a solid grey she-kit looking at her. "Y..yes?" Frost stuttered. "I am Sootkit. I come from a clan called FaunaClan," the she-kit meowed calmly. "Are you one of the cats that keeps stealing our prey?" Frost asked. "Goodness, no," Soootkit paused to lick her paw. "Soon, Frost, you must leave your home," "But why?" Frost wondered. "Danger comes from unexpected places, Frost," Sootkit meowed. "So do not be surprised when you are betrayed," Sootkit hissed the last word. Frost whimpered in fear. Sootkit's eyes softened. "Do not be afraid little one," Sootkit meowed calmly. "you must be brave." "Brave? How can I be brave?" Frost asked Sootkit, but she was already fading, until Frost couldn't see her anymore. "Danger comes from unexpected places, Frost, be prepared for anything," Frost heard Sootkit's voice one last time, before she woke up to find Wynter poking her. "Come on, father brought a rabbit!" Wynter mewed, pulling on Frost's tail. She pulled her tail away and followed her sister. "Ok I'm coming," the echoes of her dream lingering in her mind.
Chapter 3: The attack _________________________________________________________________________________________________
The next day Frost and Wynter were curled up beside their mother asleep, when Pinecone rushed into the den. "We have to go," he panted. Snow looked up. "Why?" she asked. "It turns out that Bone died and a new leader came about," "Who is it?" Snow asked. "Spider," Pinecone said quickly. Snow suddenly looked worried. "Was he on the patrol to drive away Moon and Oak?" "Yes, he was. And he believed them," Pinecone meowed, confirming Snow's worst fears. "Then we will have to leave," Snow mewed. "No you won't," A sly voice came from the edge of the clearing. Snow gave a look to Pinecone that seemed to say Spider. "Oh no," she whispered. "Won't you please stay? We would miss you greatly." A black tom slowly walked into the den. "Besides, why would you want to leave? You have much prey, after you have been stealing from us," Spider meowed slowly and quietly. "We haven't been stealing all the prey. It was the Clan that lives near us," Pinecone meowed calmly. "Oh really? It seems that we have been lied to," Spider meowed. creeping closer and closer to the small family. Suddenly, Moon and Oak stepped out from behind Spider, with smug looks on their faces. "Moon," Snow hissed. "Well, well, if it isn't the traitors themselves," Moon said coolly. "We. Are. Not. Traitors!" Snow yowled, leaping at Oak, for she knew that he was not a strong fighter, but Moon saw the leap coming. "No, no, no," Moon meowed, just before she pounced on Snow, tearing into her fur and and drawing blood. "Moon..." Spider said, stopping Moon just before she was about to seriously injure Snow. "We will give them a proper trial, that is, before we kill them," Spider mewed. Moon stopped mid-attack and backed away. "May I keep the kits?" She asked Spider. "Of course, I bet they didn't even know that their parents were prey stealers, but," Spider replied, "We will need to traumatize them so much, that they won't ever carry on their parents legacy," Moon nodded in agreement. Spider tilted his head towards the two sleeping kits, which Moon picked up. "Hey! Ever heard of letting a kit sleep?" Wynter mewed, but when she looked up and saw Moon instead of Snow picking her up, she shut her mouth. "The other one, Oak?" Spider meowed, exasperated. "Huh? Oh, right," Oak mewed distractedly. He picked up Frost not long after. "No please don't take our kits, please don't kill them, they had nothing to do with this," Pinecone pleaded. "Oh we're not, we're going to kill you," Spider hissed, flicking his tail towards the entrance of the clearing. Snow and Pinecone followed him out, casting glances at their kits.
Chapter 4: The Future 
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As Moon carried her to the rogue's central area, Wynter started to whimper with hunger. "I'm hungry!" Wynter mewled. "Don't worry darling, we'll get you some food soon," Moon murmured. She looked at the motionless black kit, wondering what was wrong with her. "What's wrong with your sister?" Moon asked Wynter. "She's asleep," Wynter replied, as if it was the obvious answer.
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Frost ran around, enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly, Sootkit appeared. "Hi," Frost said to Sootkit. "How have you been?" "Fine, but you need to wake up," Sootkit said hastily. "Why?" Frost asked. "Do you want to see what is in store for you, a few moons from now?" Sootkit suddenly asked. "Sure, I guess," Frost replied, thrown off by the question. "Follow me then," Sootkit said as she bounded off into the undergrowth. Frost nodded in reply and followed Sootkit. Suddenly, they appeared in a camp. "What is this place?" Frost asked. "This," Sootkit paused. "Is your home," Frost looked around, before she ran off to the den that smelled like herbs. "Hello?" She was about to run into a fern, but Frost went right through it. "Oh. I guess that they can't hear me," Frost mumbled. She backed away as a solid black she-cat padded past her. "Wishpaw, go get the tansy from the store. Yellowfeather has whitecough again," the black she-cat meowed. "Ok, Frostmoon!" another black she-cat mewed. When the larger black she-cat turned around, Frost said, "Wait, she looks like me," "Because it is you, nine moons from now," Sootkit mewed. "Come, let's go to the nursery and see the kits," she said, padding off to a den that smelled of milk. Frost followed her. Sootkit pushed through that brambles covering the entrance of the den. Frost looked down at the kits playing around. "You can't catch! You can't catch!" a sand colored kit mewed to a silver colored kit. "Now, now, there's no need to tease your sister, Sandkit," a black queen with white spots meowed sternly. "Ok!" Sandkit replied. Sootkit padded out of the nursery, and went to a little bit larger den. "This is the apprentice's den," she said. Frost peeked inside, watching and listening to a couple of apprentice's talk. "I can't believe we'll be warriors soon, Shadowpaw!" a light brown she-cat said to her brother. "Me neither, Blossompaw," Shadowpaw said. Frost pulled her head out of the den, just in time to see Sootkit padding to the biggest den. "This is the warriors' den," She said. Frost stuck her head in to see a tortoiseshell she-cat washing herself. "Muddyflower, are we gonna go hunting or not?" a brown tom said. "Yes, we are, I'll be there in a moment, Shadeflight," Muddyflower replied. "Let all cats gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!" Frost heard a she-cat yowl. "Come on, lets go watch," Sootkit urged Frost. Frost followed, but suddenly Sootkit turned around and uttered, "Things are not as they seem, peace will bleed, but all will be restored when the Frost fully heals the Fauna," "Huh?" Frost asked, tilting her head. "What do you mean?" but Sootkit was already fading. "Wait!" Frost pleaded. She woke up to find Wynter poking her side. "Come on, Spider wants to see all of us," Wynter mewed urgently. Frost stood up and followed Wynter outside.
Chapter 5: The Execution _________________________________________________________________________________________________
Frost sat down in the sunlight, watching all the rogues gather. "Now that we are all here, let the trial against Snow and Pinecone begin," Spider meowed. "Alright Moon, state your case," Spider mewed. Moon nodded."Snow and Pinecone have been stealing prey from us! Do we not tolerate prey-stealers?" Moon yowled to the crowd. "Alright, the accused are guilty, we already know that," Spider meowed. "Now we need to decide their punishment, so what are the charges?" "Prey-stealing, lying, and plotting with the nearby Clan," Moon replied. "Oooh, looks like we must have a very severe punishment," Spider mewed, shaking his head. "Let's start with Snow, any suggestions, Moon?" "Poisoning with Water hemlock," Moon meowed firmly. "Oooh I like that one, what about Pinecone? How about Oak give us a suggestion?" Spider said in agreement. "I think bleeding to death, would be good," Oak replied. "Alright, it is decided, Snow will die a slow death of water hemlock and Pinecone will bleed to death," Spider mewed gleefully. "Someone go get Pinecone," Moon disappeared for a moment and came back dragging Pinecone by his ears. "Now Pinecone, anything to say to your kits before you die?" Spider meowed to Pinecone. "Yes, I do. Girls, I need both of you to promise me something," Pinecone Whispered to his daughters. "ok," Frost and Whispered in unison. "Promise me you will go straight to the nearby Clan, they have a code that says that they must take care of kits, even if they are not in the Clan," Pinecone whispered fiercely. The two kits nodded their head. "Alright, now lets begin, Oak, will you do the honors?" Spider meowed. Oak nodded and slowly crept towards Pinecone. "I've wanted to do this for a long time," he hissed, before he lunged at Pinecone and sliced open his neck. "No, no, go for his belly, his belly!" Spider urged. Oak clawed at Pinecone's belly, and then slowly padded away. "Now, Frost and Wynter, do you see what happened to your father?" The kits nodded nervously. "It might happen to you if you continue what your parents were doing," Spider meowed. "Now Moon, go get Snow," Moon nodded and padded away. She came back with Snow following calmly. "Give it to her," Spider mewed. Moon picked up some water hemlock and paused, for Snow was speaking to Spider. "Please don't make my kits watch, they had nothing to do with this," Snow pleaded. Spider ignored her. "Shove it down her throat already, Moon," Spider meowed impatiently. Moon padded up to Snow, and spat out the water hemlock. "You deserve this, you prey stealing piece of fox-dung!" she snarled, slashing her claws across Snow muzzle. Moon forcefully opened Snow's mouth and shoved the hemlock down her throat. Almost instantly foam appeared in her mouth and she started writhing in pain. Snow yowled and screeched in pain. Frost turned away and buried her nose in her sister's fur, unable to watch her mother dying. Suddenly Snow fell still, dead. Pinecone looked at his kits for one last time, and died. "No!" Frost mewled, running to her father and mother. "No, you can't be dead! You just can't! What about Wynter and me? Remember? You promised you take us hunting one day!" Frost wailed. Wynter padded to her sister, and meowed, "Come one, they're gonna decide what to do with us," Wynter seemed calm, but on the inside she was wailing grief, like her sister. "Now, I have already decided what I will do with the kits," Spider mewed. "We will drive them out, most likely they will wander onto the Clan's territory and they will kill them," He approached the two kits and bared his teeth, chasing them out of the territory.
Chapter 6: Lake _________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Wynter?" Frost asked. "Yeah?" "Where is the Clan?" "Um... I think its about a half-moon's walk from here(a half moon is about two weeks)," Wynter replied. "Oh, okay," Frost meowed. Suddenly, a light grey tabby burst out of the undergrowth. "Mouse-dung!" the she-cat muttered. She looked up and saw the two kits. "Oh, uh, hi," the tabby mewed. "I'm Lake. What's your name?" Lake meowed. "I..I'm Frost," "I'm Wynter," "What lovely names!" Lake commented. "What are you doing in the forest alone?" "We're not alone, we have each other," Frost mewed, her nervousness gone. Lake purred. "I mean, where are your parents?" "They are..." Wynter starts, not sure about telling this to a total stranger. "Go on," Lake mewed. "They were killed by the gang of rogues near here," Frost meowed. "Oh no! Do you know how to hunt?" Lake meowed. "Not really," Wynter meowed. "Well, let me hunt for you for a couple of days, just to get your strength up," Lake offered. "Well, we are traveling to the nearby Clan..." Wynter paused. "Could you come with us?" "Uh..." Lake paused, thinking. "Maybe a little more than half of the way." "Yay!" Wynter cheered. "Now, lets get you some food," Lake meowed, sniffing the air and looking around. Her tail stiffened, then she crept towards the roots of a tree. Lake suddenly pounced, and stood up with a squirrel in her jaws. "Wow! Great job!" Frost mewed. "You two share this and I will catch something for myself," Lake meowed. So Wynter and Frost bit into the squirrel, and it was gone almost instantly. "Wow, you two must have been really hungry," Lake commented. "Mmmm," Wynter mewed. "Wow, that was so tasty," Frost meowed. Lake looked at them warmly. "It's gonna get dark soon, so lets find a suitable den," Lake mewed. She looked around, and spotted a juniper bush. "That might work..." Lake muttered, half to herself. She poked her head into the bush. "This dip might need a little digging, oh and we'll need moss and bracken," Lake took her head out of the bush. "Wynter, can you find some moss for me, and Frost, come dig out this dip a little more," Lake meowed. The kits nodded. Frost padded over to the bush and dragged out pawfuls of dirt. Wynter padded to the roots of a tree that were covered in moss, and she began to take the moss off the roots. Lake padded to some bracken and she nipped of some of the stalks. Soon Frost backed out of the makeshift den, letting Wynter lay down the moss. Lake lined the nest with bracken. "Looks like we did a good job," Lake commented. Frost and Wynter curled up in the nest and fell asleep. Lake turned around and padded away, making her own nest amongst the starlight.
Chapter 7: Goldenheart _________________________________________________________________________________________________
Frost, Wynter, and Lake were about halfway into their journey to the Clan. "So, do you know what the Clan is called?" Frost asked Lake. "Yep, it's called FaunaClan," Lake meowed. Frost instantly thought of the strange things Sootkit had said. "Nice name, but I was hoping for something cool, like PineClan or SnowClan," Wynter meowed. The painful reminder of her parents' death felt like a fierce blow to Frost. She didn't notice the dark grey and black tabby loom out of the undergrowth. Frost bumped into the she-cat and looked up. "Oops. I'm sorry," Frost mewed nervously. "It's okay," the she-cat meowed. "I'm Goldenheart, and I'm looking for my sister. She should be about apprentice age, maybe even warrior, but I have no idea what her warrior name would be," Goldenheart mewed hastily. "I'm Wynter, the one you bumped into is Frost, and the cat behind me is Lake," Wynter meowed confidently. Goldenheart nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." "You said something about looking for your sister, mind telling us what she looks like?" Lake asked. "Her name is Pridepaw, she has dark hazel eyes, and a brown pelt with dark brown stripes," Goldenheart described. "I know Wynter and I haven't," Frost meowed. "Have you Lake?" Lake shook her head. "Oh, then I'm sorry to bother you," Goldenheart meowed as she turned away. "Wa-" Wynter began, but Lake interrupted her. "let her go, if she wants to," Lake meowed. Wynter nodded. "Why don't you stay for a bit? We might run into your sister," Frost proposed. Goldenheart stopped. "Maybe..." She paused. "Sure, why not?" "Yes!" Frost muttered. "Thank you, I don't know how I thought I could leave these two alone," Lake mewed. "Wait you're leaving already?" Wynter asked. "Yeah, We're almost to FaunaClan," Lake replied. She turned to leave, but Wynter stopped her. "Wait!" Lake turned around. "What is it?" she said. "Let me come with you," Wynter pleaded. "Wynter, please don't! What about me?" Frost asked. "What about you? You can come if you want," "But father said-" Frost started, but Wynter interrupted her. "I know he said to go to the Clan, but let's face it: they are going to drive us out the moment we turn six moons old," "Fine, if you really want to go with Lake, go ahead. If you change your mind, you know where to find me," Frost meowed, turning away to continue on to FaunaClan. "Come on, Goldenheart." Goldenheart looked back at the retreating backs of Wynter and Lake, then she followed Frost into the undergrowth.
Chapter 8: FaunaClan _________________________________________________________________________________________________
Frost pushed through the undergrowth. "So, how much farther is it?" Goldenheart asked. "Not much farther, and I think the outer edge of their territory is pretty close," Frost replied. "I think we will get to the first scent markers a little past sunhigh." "Let's stop and hunt," Goldenheart suggested. Frost nodded in agreement. "Good idea," Goldenheart creeped through the undergrowth, on the trail of a squirrel. Suddenly, she pounced, landing square on the small creature. She stood up, a large squirrel in her jaws. "You have this, I'll catch something for myself," Goldenheart meowed. Frost nodded and bit into the squirrel. A few moments later, Frost heard a challenging yowl. She raced to the sound, wondering what it could have been. Frost burst into a clearing, with other cats besides Goldenheart. "What are you doing here?" a tortoiseshell apprentice hissed at Frost. "Are you part of FaunaClan?" Frost asked. "Yes.." another tortoiseshell apprentice asked, which Frost assumed was the first she-cat's littermate. Goldenheart hissed, "Why should we answer to you?" A golden she-cat strolled through the undergrowth. "Because you are outnumbered if you try to fight," she replied. "Now, what are your names?" "My name is Frost," Frost meowed. "That's Goldenheart." Goldenheart snorted. "You will come back to our camp, where you will stay as guests," the golden she-cat meowed. Goldenheart hissed under her breath, "Guests, huh?" "Come. Oh and my name is Lilystorm," she mewed. Lilystorm turned and leaped away into the undergrowth, her clanmates following her. The small group padded into a clearing that looked exactly like the place in Frost's dream. "Welcome to FaunaClan," Lilystorm meowed.
Chapter 9: The Ceremony _________________________________________________________________________________________________
A slate she-cat walked up to the small group. "Who is this?" she said, flicking her tail at Frost and Goldenheart. Lilystorm replied, "A couple rogues we found wandering in our territory." "Bring them to my den, so I can question them." Lilystorm dipped her head and motioned for them to follow her to a one of the dens, presumably the leader's den. The leader whispered something to Lilystorm and padded into the den. "Laurelstar would like to talk to Goldenheart first. Goldenheart dipped her head and padded into the den.
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