Chapter Two: Discovery
Streampaw, like all the other River Clan cats, was shocked by the double killing of Riverpelt and Herringpaw. He could not believe that the two cats were dead. Streampaw had known Herringpaw for as long as he could remember.
The apprentice paced around his den, thinking. If Thunder Clan cats had trespassed on River Clan's territory, and they had killed two River Clan cats, which gave proof that they were hostile, what would become of the Clan? After all, Thunder Clan had grown to be much larger than River Clan, and recently, even more warriors had joined Thunder Clan. Was there anything he could do?
"What's on your mind, Streampaw?"
Streampaw jumped. Once again, his mentor had sneaked up on him.
"The business with Herringpaw and Riverpelt, Rainfur." Streampaw replied, looking at his mentor. The sleek-furred black cat certainly looked powerful. If only most of the warriors in the Clan were as powerful as he was. Streampaw hoped to someday become just as big and strong as his mentor was.
"Ah, yes," replied Rainfur, shaking his head in disgust. "A terrible business indeed. Sandstar was furious when he found out. He hasn't appeared before his clan cats or spoken to anyone in days, as far as I know."
"I'm mad too." Streampaw growled. "Herringpaw was my friend."
"I know." Rainfur said, sympathetically. "I know."
From somewhere around the vicinity of the warrior den, Greyclaw came trotting up. The grey-furred cat appeared excitedly agitated.
"Rainfur! Streampaw!" he cried, stopping in front of the pair and panting. "I've got news!"
"What sort of news?" Rainfur asked.
"Bad news," Greyclaw replied. "It's about Sandstar. There's going to be a war on. Three more cats were killed today."
