Paws of Ice

*The forest was cloaked in silver moonlight, every leaf glistening with dew as the Clan camp stirred. Frostpaw padded quietly from the apprentices’ den, her ears pricked at the faint rustle of prey in the undergrowth beyond the thorn barrier. She longed to chase after it, to prove her speed and skill, but she knew her duties came first. The dawn patrol would leave soon, and she wanted to be ready. As she lifted her head to the stars, her gaze caught on the glowing shapes of Silverpelt, and a shiver ran down her spine—StarClan was watching tonight, and she could only hope they approved of the path her paws were beginning to follow.*