Hello everyone, readers, skimmers, flamers alike! Here is the first chapter of A Lost Mission. And after the second chapter I will work on two other stories. And so it will be a two week switch. I hope you enjoy!
The sun had risen and fallen several times several times since they had been forced into this place. It was a dark looming tunnel but at least for the two shapes huddled together it was dry and provided protection from both two legs as well as dogs, when a flash of light illuminated the tunnel flame orange and sliver reflected back.
"Are you sure it's safe to stay here?" The grey-furred queen asked the cat next to her who paused for a moment. There were many things to consider but in this place that was unknown to either of them, but for the time being they both felt safe.
"This is a good of place as any Bluestar," he said to her and licked a paw. A cold gust of air filled the tunnel, and the two huddled closer together for warmth. While it was a little warm outside, in the dark there was an unnatural chill that did not go well with short fur and the rain just made it colder. They had been through a lot and a short time of rest would have been more than a blessing from Starclan.
"But what if those dog's find us again," she asked nervously, from the shaking of her body he could tell Bluestar was uncertain and scared.
"Then I will defend you with my life," he said bluntly and with as much confidence he could muster. She looked at him for a moment and then back to the ground at her paws.
"Thank you Fireheart I don't know what I'd do without you," she said in a voice that barley met a whisper. 'Never let me go through that,' she thought to herself, after while Fireheart left her side for a moment to check on the weather. It was raining when they had found this two leg tunnel and so far it hadn't given up. He shook his body, fur standing at end for a moment and he peaked out. The rain was still coming down but it was hard to tell if it was any worse than from before.
A drop of rain hit him on his muzzle, causing him to jump back and he wiped it away with his paw quickly. He heard a weak laugh and purr coming from the tunnel. Fireheart couldn't believe his ears; he hadn't heard either of those things in a long time.
"You just reminded me of when you were an apprentice, you were a lot cuter then, I wonder where it went," she said to him jokingly. He rolled his eyes and didn't know what to say; after all it had been awhile since he had seen humor from his leader after the exposing of Tigerclaw had bruised her spirit.
"Not to say you didn't become a handsome tom," she said and that embarrassed him again, a purr snuck from his throat and she let out a small chuckle.
"Do you remember the day we found you hunting?" She asked him and Fireheart nodded, it was a life changing event.
"How could I not, it was the day I changed my life for the better, the day I met my best friend, the day I became a clan cat… and ruined Longtail's good looks," he finished with a laugh to himself. They were both purring now at simpler more innocent memories and both were enjoying each other's company. Fireheart most of all was enjoying having his old leader back, it might have had something to do with being away from the clan and surviving on their own reigniting her warrior spirit.
"Bluestar can I tell you something?" he asked her looking at a face that seemed to become more and more alive.
"Of course Fireheart, what is it?" she replied to him.
"Back when everyone was wondering who you'd make deputy, Greystripe asked me if I wanted to be deputy and I answered no, but after all at has happened I am honored and glad that it was me you chose," he said to her and she nodded.
"You are my most loyal warrior, my most loyal cat, my most loyal friend. It was you and Greystripe who discovered Tigerclaw's plan. You were the obvious choice out all of the other traitors-," she stopped herself and shook her head. "You were the obvious choice out of all of the other cats," she said with a smile and he licked her ear.
"What about Whitestorm," he said out loud but more so as an afterthought. She looked at him and knew what he meant.
"Whitestorm is my kin and the reason I didn't pick him is because I need him to be a warrior, to not have so much distracting his mind. He had been helping you has he not? And between you and me he isn't as young as he used to be," at this comment a laugh escaped his throat. He could have never imagined Whitestorm as an elder, condemned to the Den of the older cats but it was a thought that could happen.
"When we get back, I'm going to assume that you don't want me to tell him that," he said and Bluestar gave him a look.
"That would be wise not to after all, I am older than he is and I can still preform just as well as any cat," she said and Fireheart nodded, she had made her point.
"We should get some rest," Fireheart said and then lay next to Bluestar, their fur intertwining.
"Whitestorm you're in charge," Fireheart shouted to the senior white warrior, who looked confused.
"What do you mean Fireheart?" he called back.
"Bluestar wants me to go on a mission with her, something about Starclan I assume. Pick another warrior for your second in command if need be and we will be back as soon as we can," he said and Whitestorm nodded. He met Bluestar who was impatiently waiting for him.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked him and he nodded. Without another word she darted off into the forest with Fireheart close behind her.
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