A Midnight Blizzard

A Midnight Blizzard
A Midnight Blizzard is the sequel to Darkness Rising written by Frostflower. I am contemplating making this a collab so comment down below if you would be interested in writing it with me. I have the prologue, allegiances, and chapter 1 out so if I made it a collab we would take it from there. Enjoy!

I will post chapter assignments and who writes each chapter soon!

Allegiances
LEADER:

-Bramblestar

DEPUTY:

-Lionbaze (temporary, until Ivypool’s kits become apprentices)

MEDICINE CAT (S):

-Jayfeather

-Leafpool

-Alderberry

QUEENS:

-Daisy

-Ivypool (Mother to Molewhisker’s kits: Splashkit, a silver-and-ginger tabby she-kit with pale green eyes and Mosskit, a powerful black tom-kit with white paws and ice blue eyes)

WARRIORS

-Thornclaw

-Whitewing

-Birchfall

-Whitewing

-Berrynose

-Poppyfrost

-Cinderheart

-Lilyheart

-Rosepetal

-Dovewing

-Briarlight

-Blossomfall

-Bumblestripe

-Cherryfall

-Molewhisker

-Stormcloud

-Dewnose

-Ambermoon

-Snowbush

-Sparkstorm

-Sorrelstripe

-Honeybreeze

-Leafsong

-Larkfeather

-Frostsong

-Ripplestorm

-Sandymoon

-Silverfeather

APPRENTICE: Copperpaw

-Spottedstorm

-Emeraldfire

ELDERS:

-Graystripe

-Millie

-Brightheart

-Cloudtail

-Brackenfur

MOUNTAIN ROGUES:

-Lup (Dark smoky gray she-cat with darker spots and purple eyes)

-Wave (Silver she-cat with white paws, chest, and muzzle, green eyes, and a long, white-tipped tail)

-Maple (Dark ginger she-cat with a paler belly and chest, a scar trailing down a hind-leg, a long, soft, fluffy, plumy tail, and light blue eyes)

-Owl (Yellow tabby tom with amber eyes)

-Cypress (brown-and-white she-cat with hazel eyes)

-Mist (Silver dappled she-cat with blue eyes)

-Willow (grey she-cat with a darker stripe down her back, green eyes)

- Golden (brow she-cat with golden streaks and pale green eyes)

Prologue
A silver she-cat crouched down on the snow-covered mountain, flattening her ears against the heavy snowfall. She couldn’t bear it, it was too cold… she could see her white paws trembling from the cold. The other cats in the hunting patrol had found cover and were waiting out the storm but she had lost sight of them and had gotten lost in the frigid white nightmare. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the cold white snow. She could feel the steady beat of the snowfall on her pelt, chilling her to the bone. She lay her cheek on the snow and rested in the cold silence.

“Wave, Wave…” A soft vice mewed into her ear. The silver she-cat opened her green eyes and stared around. She was back home in warm nest made out of moss. Wave glanced at the cat that was calling her. “It’s me, Cypress.” A brown-and-white she-cat mewed gently. Wave stared into her friend’s warm hazel eyes and shivered violently, “What happened?” she asked. “You fell asleep in the blizzard and got half buried in the snow. We carried you back to the den and Lup dried your fur.” Cypress replied softly. Wave glanced at her silver pelt, it was a dry and fluffy as a rabbit’s tail. “Where’s the rest of the group?” she asked her Cypress. Maple and Owl went out to find you some herbs to warm you up inside and Mist, Willow, Golden, and Lup went out again to find prey when the blizzard lightened up. Wave nodded and asked her friend to let her sleep some more.

A nose gently nudged her cheek. “Wave, Maple and I found you some herbs to soothe you chills.” Wave stretched open her eyes and stared at the yellow tom hovering over her, his amber eyes concerned. “Thank you Owl.” She murmured and lapped up the bitter herbs, resisting the urge to gag. She heaved herself to her paws and shook out the pieces of moss that clung to her pelt.

Owl suddenly pricked his yellow ears and his pelt bristled. “What’s wrong?” Wave asked the concerned tom. “The patrol is back, I hope they brought some prey with them.” He mewed gruffly. “We can’t afford to go to bed with our bellies empty again.” Wave could her the pounding of paw steps vibrating under her paws. She rushed to the entry of the den and glanced at the beautiful, snow-covered Alps, looking for the patrol. She saw four shadows padding up the steep, icy mountainside, but the were to far away to see if they were carrying prey. She sat down and tucked her tail over her white paws, waiting for their arrival.

She couldn’t help sighing at the breathtaking view. The Alps stretched out as far as she could see, the snow shining in the sun. There was a light snowfall coming from a crystal blue sky, covering the occasional pine tree in a beautiful white layer. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Owl mewed, coming up behind her. Wave nodded and mewed, “I just wish hunting were better… “ she trailed off. Owl nodded and touched his nose to her ear. “They’re back!” he exclaimed.

“Did you catch anything?” Wave asked. Maple padded up to her and dropped an old, patchy, snow-hare, “All the prey is dead or hidden deep underground for leaf-bare… this is all we could find.” The dark ginger she-cat mewed, her light blue eyes showed her disappointment. Wave nodded and rested her tail on the young she-cats shoulder.

It was late at night, and Wave was sitting at the den entrance, staring sadly at the moon. She heard a cat padding up behind her but she didn’t turn around to look. “We have a rough leaf-bare ahead of us don’t we?" the cat asked. Wave sighed and turned around to face her only sister, Golden. The she-cat’s emerald eyes were shining in the moonlight. She invited Golden to sit beside her with a flick of her tail. The brown she-cat with golden streaks looked at her and sighed, “I know this is going to be a bad leaf-bare.” She mewed and shook her head. Wave nodded and murmured, “I have a very bad feeling about this, Golden. I feel likesomething terrible is going to happen this leaf-bare…”

Chapter 1
Chapter 1:

Frostsong stretched in her cold nest, the icy wind ruffling her white-with-gray striped pelt. Ever since Thunderclan had defeated Bloodclan with the help of the rogues the clans had been living in peace and prosperity. Her mother, Dovewing’s, sister Ivypool, had given birth to Molewhisker’s kits, Splashkit and Mosskit. Splashkit was very happy-go-lucky and was usually found in the middle of camp, trying to catch colorful little butterflies. Mosskit was a powerful little kit, always playing moss-ball in the snow with his sister. ‘I should go see how they’re doing.’ Frostsong thought and padded out of the Warrior’s den.

She shivered violently as she padded to the nursery. It was frigid and there was snow belly-high. She placed her paws on the crisp, white snow, feeling the stinging ice-cold chill that stung her pads. She fluffed out her pelt and grinded her teeth as she took off into the nursery.

She purred happily when she felt the warmness of the nursery wash over her pelt. “Hello Ivypool, Daisy!” she greeted the queens. “Hi Frostsong, how was the prey today?” Ivypool asked, her dark blue eyes anxious. Frostsong sighed and looked away, “I’m afraid we only caught a pitiful crow…” she told the silver-and white queen. She could see Ivypool’s eyes droop in disappointment but she laid her tail on Frostsong’s shoulder’s and mewed, “I’m sure you did you best.”

“Mama? We’re not going to starve, are we?” Splashkit squeaked from her warm, mossy nest, her pale green eyes wide. “Of course not, little one. The brave warriors will find us something to eat, and soon it’ll be new-leaf.” Ivypool mewed soothingly and touched her nose to her silver-and-ginger kit’s fluffy little head. “Okay! I’m glad I don’t have to hunt in the snow!” she mewed. A large black tom-kit with ice-blue eyes and snow-white paws padded out of the nest and mewed, “I would catch enough to feed all the clans!” He stuck his stubby black tail in the air and paraded around the den. Frostsong’s whiskers twitched in amusement and she purred, “I’m sure you could!”

It was getting dark so she padded back to the Warrior’s Den and lay down in her nest. It was still ice-cold and it felt like icy streams were coursing through her veins. She could fell her shaking paws begin to go numb with cold so she tucked her tail around them and shut her eyes. “Are you cold?” A deep mew sounded from above her. Frostsong snapped her eyes open and looked up, “Oh, Hi Larkfeather!” she mewed to the tall black tom. “I’m very cold, I’ve never heard of a leaf-bare this cold…” she answered. He nodded. “Move over, I’ll sleep with you.” He mewed. Startled, Frostsong nodded and moved over, leaving space for him to lie down. He curled up in a ball, his warm black fur pressed against hers, keeping her warm. She sighed happily, enjoying the warmness of his pelt, and tucked her nose into soft fur of his shoulder.

A soft tail brushed softly against her flank, waking her up. “What is it?” she grumbled. “We have to go hunt for the clan.” Larkfeather mewed and nudged her with his nose. “Okay, okay, I’m coming already.” She replied and got to her paws, shaking the moss that clung to her pelt off. She quickly lapped at her pelt and ran a wet paw over her ears before heading out into the snowy camp with Larkfeather. “Who’s coming with us?” She asked the temporary deputy, Lionblaze. “Ripplestorm, Blossomfall, and Honeybreeze.” He replied. “I’ll go wake them up then.” She mewed and raced back to the Warrior’s Den.

“There! Do you see it? It’s the first piece of prey we’ve seen all morning!” She hissed into Honeybreeze’s ear. Honeybreeze nodded and glanced at the small brown mouse eating a frosted nut that Frostsong had mentioned. “I’ll go around it and approach it from the stream along the Windclan border and you chase it into my paws, okay?” she mewed to the ginger-and-white she-cat. Honeybreeze nodded and followed Frostsong’s instructions. Frostsong slipped quietly over to the other side and crouched down. She could see the tips of Honeybreeze’s ears as the she-cat stalked the mouse. She was a fox-length away when the mouse heard her, dropped it’s nut and scurried away in panic. Frostsong prepared to catch the little mouse as it raced towards her, oblivious that she was there. She leaped on top of the mouse and killed it swiftly with a slash of a claw.

“Great job!” Honeybreeze exclaimed as she carried the pitiful mouse over. “Thanks but it can hardly even feed a kit, let alone a hungry warrior.” Frostsong mewed dejectedly. “Well maybe Larkfeather caught something… let’s go see where he is!” Honeybreeze suggested and raced into the woods on the frost-covered grass.

“I didn’t find any prey but I found these berries.” Larkfeather mewed and lay a bundle of little dark red berries at their paws. “Oh okay. Are you sure they’re not Juniper or Death Berries?” Honeybreeze asked, glancing a the small berries. “Positive, I remember Jayfeather telling us what Juniper berries looked like and Alderberry showed me Death Berries. “Okay then, let’s get back to camp.” Frostsong mewed and touched her nose to Larkfeather’s muzzle.

“Do you want to go for a walk with me down to the lake? We can check for prey on the way.” Larkfeather asked nervously that evening. “Oh I’d love that!” she exclaimed. “Great! Let’s go!” Larkfeather mewed and his eyes shone with happiness. Frostsong trotted long side the black tom, her pelt slightly brushing his. She could hear him purring and soon she found herself purring along with him. Soon a very light snowfall started and she could see some of the pretty white flakes gathering up on Larkfeather’s jet-black pelt. She licked the snowflakes of his shoulder and padded closer to him, looking at the pretty snow-covered trees.

When they got to the lake, Frostsong sat down on the frosty sand and glanced at the sunset over the lake. Suddenly she gasped and her pelt bused out. “No, no, this is very bad Larkfeather!” she hissed shaking her head. Larkfeather jumped to her side, his blue eyes full of concern, “What’s wrong?!” he asked. “Look what happened to the lake!”