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| - Frozen Rivers are variants of Rivers that spawn in biomes with a temperature of 0.0. They serve the same purpose as Rivers in these biomes, except that they have a cover of Ice that will replenish if broken due to the temperature. Players must be careful not to get caught under this ice level.
- Leaves and branches swayed through a forest. The sun shone through openings in the tress creating warm spots on the forest floor. A rustle in the bushes caught the attention of a dark brown tabby she-cat. Her brown ears turned towards the noise as her dark green-eyes located a mouse. Her striped paws took careful steps forward one at a time. She slowly stalked towards the mouse. Every second was spent making sure not a sound was made. Her tail was kept off the forest floor, preventing leaves from being rustled. She crouched down even lower, all her weight shifted onto her hind legs as she prepared to pounce. Willing the mouse to stay there, the she-cat took one last glance at her surroundings to make sure there was nothing to scare off her prey. Satisfied that she was close enough, she lounged forward. The mouse tried to run away, now aware of the she-cat, but it was too late. Her claws slashed at the mouse's throat killing it before it could make a sound. The brown tabby picked up the mouse by it's tail, then she headed over to a tall oak tree not far from where she caught her prey. A sound in the juniper bushes behind her, caused her to raise her head in alarm. A large black tom emerged from the bushes. His yellow-eyes looked toward the she-cat. "Good job Runningpaw," he congratulated his apprentice. "Take that mouse to the nursery, and then meet at the entrance of camp for the dawn patrol," "Thanks Snakestrike," mumbled Runningpaw. Runningpaw padded into the forest. The swaying branches of the trees caused the shadows to move, and the apprentice enjoyed watching the leaves of the oak trees around her. A small thrush landed on a branch above her. Runningpaw was tempted to try and catch it, but knew she was unable to climb that far. I hope Snakestrike will teach me how to climb tall trees thought the brown tabby she-cat. Speeding up towards a large hollowed tree trunk in front of her, she headed in the direction of SnowClan's camp entrance. Runningpaw emerged from the ancient tree trunk to a clearing. Dens lined up all the way around her. A small gray tabby kit raced around the clearing. Her bright green-eyes widened at the sight of Runningpaw. "Is that mouse for me?" meowed the five moon old kit. Runningpaw nodded before walking over towards the nursery. Right outside the nursery laid a gray she-cat. Her green-eyes opened as she noticed the scent of mouse. "Hello Dappleleaf," meowed Runningpaw after setting the mouse down. "Hello Runningpaw," responded Dappleleaf. The young queen's eyes turned to her kit. "Time to eat Echokit," Runningpaw walked across the camp clearing. One warrior laid outside the medicine cat's den. His eyes were closed and his brown fur rose and fell softly as he breathed. A gold she-cat walked out of the nursery. Her blue-eyes glanced at the tom, before looking at Runningpaw. "Hello Runningpaw, how's hunting," "Good Sunnypaw," answered Runningpaw, "Isn't Pigeonfeather suppose to be resting away from other cats?" Sunnypaw shook her head, "He's cured of greencough, but Brightpelt wanted him to rest a few more days to heal the wound on his chest," "Bye Sunnypaw," said Runningpaw noticing her mentor entering camp. "I have to go on the dawn patrol,"
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