Secrets Of The Storms
This book is going to be a place where I'll put all my ideas for scenes that can't happen in my other book, A Brewing Storm, and where you guys can ask questions about certain characters. It doesn't matter which Clan they come from, or what rank they are, it's just to provide back stories and give the characters which were created just to fill up the space, some attention. Here's the first chapter!
Chapter One
Winged Night
Nightpaw sneaked a peek through his closed eyelids. All around him, his fellow apprentices lay snoring in their mossy nests. A wide grin flickered across his features, and as silent as an owl, he rose from his bed and padded out into the ThunderClan camp, a mere shadow in the light of the moon. All the cats were asleep, and nothing stirred on the dark.
Nightpaw slipped through the air like a fish; fast and silent. The two guards on watch that night were Fernshade and Blossomshine. They were as still as statues carved from rock, and Nightpaw scanned their faces, searching for any opened eyes. Unfortunately, the two shecats on duty were wide awake, and constantly opening their mouths to scent the air.
Though they were thorough, Nightpaw had escaped from camp every night since he became an apprentice, and nobody had stopped him, not even when Russetpelt himself was on duty. The red tom was famous for his nose and scenting abilities, yet he had never been able to catch Nightpaw. Nightpaw used to suspect that Russetpelt knew he was there, but didn't tell; however in the mornings he was never told off.
Placing his paws silently down, Nightpaw stalked across the entrance to the dirt place, and reaching there, he clambered up the brambles. The fourth time he had escaped in the dark of night, he had discovered a way to get out of camp using branches. Outside the camp, a lone ivy trail stretched across the stone cliffs that bordered on the side of the camp, and it was strong enough to hold his weight.
Unsheathing his claws, Nightpaw hung from the ivy, tail waving and heart pounding as he dragged himself over to the forest. A thick elder tree grew near the ivy, and a good leap would put Nightpaw in its branches. " One, two, three. Leap!" He hissed as he sprang from the ivy and hung in the air for a split second, before landing safely. Once again, Nightpaw had timed his jump perfectly. He had landed in the elder branches, and weaving his way through the interlocking leaves, Nightpaw found his path leading through the branches to his favourite place.
To the oak, birch, there were too many to identify as Nightpaw flashed by them, leaping from tree to tree, a night bird racing through the trees. He reached his spot, and taking a deep breath, dropped down, landing without a sound. He padded up to a thick bramble screen and swiped it aside, hard enough for him to enter, but not hard enough to dislodge it. Stepping in, he breathed in the sweet scent of jasmine a from the white blooms that were entwined along the tree branches. Up above, a patch of leaves gave way to the sparkling stars, and Nightpaw sat back to admire it.
Sleepy now, Nightpaw padded away from the breathtaking view to a leafy hollow in the tree trunk, and in there was the mossiest nest that Nightpaw had. With a happy sigh, Nightpaw settled in, curling up with his tail tip touching his nose, and soon he fell asleep, breaths from his mouth barely moving the leaves that screened the entrance.
Nightpaw stretched, yawning, and opened his grey eyes sleepily. Light flooded into his eyes, and with a start, he sat up. "No! What...How...Huh?"
It was past dawn, and Nightpaw was meant to go training with his mentor for his assessment. And it was his warrior assessment. Scared now, Nightpaw shot out of the nest and sped across the clearing and exiting his hideout. He then tore across the forest and burst into camp, heaving and panting for breath. Streamheart met his gaze coldly, and flinching, Nightpaw looked away guiltily.
"Let's go." were the only words his mentor said as he brushed past him. Nightpaw trailed after Streamheart, now determined to show that he was ready to be a warrior. He lifted his tail. He would make Streamheart proud.
Well, what do you think of this? Part Two is the next update, so you'll find out what will happen to Nightpaw. Date: 27.4.2017
Question Of The Day:
What do you think Nightlaw's warrior name will be?