Warriors: the new Clans book 2: the secret
Prologue
"Come on, let's go," so were the words coming out of Webfoot's mouth after the quick glance of the dead body of ThunderClan's deputy, smiling darkly at the blood.
Rowanclaw's
mouth was open in horror. "I didn't think that he would actually
get killed!"
"Never mind that," Webfoot snapped, the guilt
hovering higher and higher with every step he took back to
TigerClan's camp. "It's best we don't talk about that."
"But still," Rowanclaw wined. "It-it, it just feels terrible, to know that we killed something."
"I've just about had it with you!" Webfoot snarled, leaping at the warrior. "Never, I repeat, never talk about this, punishment being death."
Weaselfur snorted. "Rowanclaw, you're just weak!"
"I am not weak!" Rowanclaw snarled, outraged.
"Shut up, both of you!" Webfoot hissed. "Let's just get back to camp."
Owlwhisker fluffed out his tabby fur and shivered. "It's sure cold," he mewed, trying to change the subject.
"Aww, shut up!" Weaselfur breathed.
They fought the whole way back to the TigerClan camp.
La, la, la, another placey-poo! In StarClan!
At the same time, Owlstorm's spirit was having a little trouble finding its way to StarClan.
"Oh come on, can you please just let me get to StarClan?" Owlstorm mewed desperately.
A blue-gray tom sadly shook his head. "We can't. You have to go somewhere else."
"What do you mean?" Owlstorm snarled in disbelief. "You mean that you can't let me into StarClan?"
"Your destiny is to go somewhere else," The blue-gray tom mewed regretfully.
Owlstorm let out an exasperated sigh. "Where?"
"In SpiritClan,"
"What Clan?" Owlstorm hissed, disbelief advancing in his fur.
"SpiritClan is just like StarClan," Mewed a mighty voice from behind them.
Owlstorm and the blue-gray tom looked around to see a dark gray and dark brown tom with huge amber eyes.
"Who are you?" Owlstorm asked.
The tom's eyes softened. "I am called Pinefur,"
Owlstorm dipped his head. "I am called Owlstorm,"
Pinefur's eye twinkled slightly. "Ah, I knew I had to come here to get a new warrior," he turned his head to the blue-gray tom. "I apologize for being in your territory under the stars, Stonefur."
The blue-gray tom, Stonefur nodded. "We'll do anything to help our neighbors."
"It's just great to be out here, I mean getting this warrior and all. It really makes me feel young again"
"I'm a deputy," Owlstorm hissed.
"I can believe that, I've seen you in action, Owlstorm. You're fantastic at helping other cats with problems," Pinefur meowed.
Owlstorm nodded and Pinefur turned around.
"Coming?" He asked.
Owlstorm nodded and followed Pinefur to SpiritClan's Territory.
He turned his back on StarClan forevermore.
Milo: Cool! I'm on the talkie-thingy!
Me: Yep! I'm gonna bring Nyeh Creampuff next time!
Florence Darky-poo: Guess what?
Milo and Florence: What?
Florence Darky-poo: I hate you all!
Me: I bet you do! Since it's Milo's Birthday and all—
Milo: It's not my birthday anymore
Me: Oh well, this is your belated present. Your first present was me finishing the meeting.
Milo: Thanks for that
Me: Yeah, well………….you kinda deserved it.
Milo Thanks!
Florence Darky-poo: -hisses- I need my aspirin!
Milo and Florence: ………..?