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Chapter 2

Fireheart spent all night thinking: he didn't want a mate quite yet, but he did want one. Just not now, with him and the prophecy and the other many problems he did. Speaking of the prophecy, he needed to talk to Graystripe.

"Graystripe," he hissed in his best friend's ear, "Have you talked to Silverstream yet?"

"Yeah, she says she can get Mistyfoot to talk to you, isn't she great?" he murmured dreamily.

"Um, yeah, she's great," Fireheart replied awkwardly. Why did Graystripe always have to get so dreamy over Silverstream? It's not as if he just met her. He spent almost every spare moment talking about her. Fireheart was worried that he might tell the secret to half the Clan if he didn't stop mooning over her, "Err, when are we going to see them?"

Graystripe leaped up suddenly. "We're supposed to go now."

Fireheart rolled his eyes and ran after Graystripe who was practically sprinting out of the tunnel. They stopped running at the RiverClan border.

"Now what?" Fireheart asked.

"Hush," Graystripe whispered, "We have to wait for Silverstream."

Just then, Silverstream and Mistyfoot appeared out of the reeds with an old, cranky looking, gray she-cat.

"Graystripe," Silverstream purred and swam across the river and rubbed her muzzle with Graystripes.

"ThunderClan cats are here!" the old she-cat hissed, arching her back.

"It's alright, they're supposed to be there, it's their territory, but they have to come on ours," Mistyfoot soothed the old cat. She beckoned for Fireheart and Graystripe to swim across and they did, "This is my mother, Graypool."

"We need to talk to you," Fireheart explained, "Err, about Oakheart's death."

Graypool nodded and then turned to the others, "Go ahead. You don't need to stay here."

They left, none of them seemed brave enough to cross Graypool's temper.

Graypool laid down.

"Now, what do you want to know?"

"I want to ask you about something Oakheart said before he died," Fireheart meowed, "I've heard what happened at Sunningrocks. Oakheart said that no ThunderClan cat should ever harm Stonefur. Do you know what that means?"

Graypool let out a sigh. She looked very thoughtful and looked as if she was thinking very deeply about something and finally she began, "Now," she began, "You know that I am Stonefur and Mistyfoot's mother, correct?"

Fireheart nodded.

"Well, I'm not. I brought them up as kits, but they're not mine. Oakheart brought them to me one day during leaf-bare. They were still very young. They had the scent of ThunderClan."

"What? Did he steal them?" Fireheart demanded.

Graypool scowled at him. "He would never, ever, steal kits from another Clan," she growled, her ears laid back.

Fireheart flattened his ears. "Sorry, I just never thought they'd be ThunderClan."

Graypool seemd to calm down slightly. "Now, Mistyfoot and Stonefur know nothing of this. They are fine warriors and do not need to know this information? If you tell them what I just told you, I will rip your throat out, understand?"

Fireheart nodded. "I won't tell a soul," he promised.

The old cat relaxed and let out a yawn. "I believe you Fireheart, you may go now."

"Thank you for talking to me," he meowed, "I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, yeah," Graypool muttered, "Now go get off our territory, your ThunderClan stench is killing me."


When he arrived back at camp, Cinderpelt immediately came up to him and rubbed her muzzle along his.

"Where were you?" she asked, purring delightedly at the sight of him.

"I went hunting," he lied, luckily he had caught a squirrel while he was coming back.

Cinderpelt sniffed. "You smell weird. Kind of like RiverClan and water."

"Oh," Fireheart quickly thought of a lie, "I accidentally slipped and fell in the water."

Cinderpelt purred with amusement. Her whiskers twitched. "Clumsy cat," she said, shaking her head, "Do you want me to get some herbs from Yellowfang for you? Or are you fine?"

"I'm fine, thanks," he replied, "I think I need to curl up in my nest and have a nap."

"I'll come with you," Cinderpelt followed him.

He curled up, Cinderpelt gave him a friendly lick and went back out. "I have to leave for patrol," she whispered.

"Okay," Fireheart murmured sleepily.


Fireheart awake shortly and padded out of the den. Tigerclaw was organizing patrols.

"Ah Fireheart," he sneered, "Decided to show up? Well then, join Brackenfur's patrol. They're just leaving now."

"Yes Tigerclaw," Fireheart glared at him and followed Brackenfur and Willowpelt out of the camp. Willowpelt took the lead and Brackenfur and Fireheart trailed behind. "Are you and Cinderpelt together now?" Brackenfur asked a completely surprised Fireheart.

"Wha-? I don't really know," he muttered awkwardly.

Brackenfur nudged him playfully.

"I'm glad you two are together."

"Oh, well thanks," Fireheart meowed.

Did he and Cinderpelt really show each other affection that openly. He shrugged and followed Willowpelt.


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