When The Ice Melts [DEATH TOPIC]

Icepaw had been so horrified and shocked by the death of Saltpaw, that she had been scared to leave camp even though she had been an apprentice. The river was RiverClan's source of food and protection. If it killed the cats from the Clan that it protected, what use did it have? On her solo hunting trip, she stayed clear of the area of the territory that Saltpaw had died in, heading the opposite way. She was honestly terrified. Would something happened to her too? Icepaw would have to be brave and move on. She continued to slink through the territory, until she could smell the unfamiliar scent of a fox. The scents hadn't been introduced to her yet, so she had no clue what it was, until she spun around to be nose to nose with a fox. The silver she-cat froze in fear, her eyes glazing over with terror. Of course, it was easy for the fox. All it had to do was step on her. There was a loud, bone-chilling snap as Icepaw's spine was crushed by the predator, then it picked up it's victim in it's jaws, and carried it away.