A Truce
Silverstream mewed uncertainly "Mistyfoot, these are..." Mistyfoot cut her off furiously. As handsome at the fiery tomcat was, he was still an intruder. "ThunderClan cats! What are they doing here? This is RiverClan territory!" She tried to look as hostile as possible, but the gleaming eyes of the flame-colored tom made her feel woozy. Silverstream tried to reason with her friend. "Mistyfoot, listen….." Silverstream tried to nudge her friend forward, but Mistyfoot stood firm. She nodded her head at Graysmoke. "I kept your secret about him." She hissed angrily. "But I'm not going to keep quiet if you start bringing the whole of ThunderClan here." As she looked at the flame-colored tom, he started to look uneasy, and a little nervous. She forced herself to look away. Silverstream hissed quietly "That's ridiculous!"
Mistyfoot swung her head around to glare at her friend. Is it? Then the flame-colored tom spoke in a quiet, musical voice. "It's okay, Mistyfoot." Great StarClan, she loved the way he said her name! "We haven't taken any of your prey, and we aren't here to spy. We need to speak to a cat who fought at the battle at Sunningrocks, where Oakheart died." Mistyfoot felt a pang of curiosity. What did this handsome stranger want to know about her father? Then something struck her. She had seen this cat before, at the Gathering! He was Fireheart, ThunderClan's former kittypet! Mistyfoot could hardly believe that this handsome tomcat, who looked so wild and muscular, and once been fat, tame, and had lived amoung twolegs!
Mistyfoot narrowed her eyes at Fireheart. "Why?" Fireheart looked distracted, and kept stealing glances at Mistyfoot, giving her small thrills. Finally he mewed "It's hard to explain. But it's nothing that could harm RiverClan. I swear it by StarClan." Mistyfoot relaxed. Something, some inner instinct, told Mistyfoot that she could trust this flame-colored tom. Silverstream nudged Mistyfoot forward once more, and Mistyfoot allowed herself to get closer to Fireheart. Silverstream's mate, Graystreak or whatever, said to Fireheart "If you two are going to talk, then Silverstream and I will leave you to it." Mistyfoot felt a thrill run through her. Fireheart looked alarmed, but said nothing as Graystorm got up and started leave. Then he turned back to Fireheart. "Oh, Fireheart, before you go back, make sure you roll in something strong, to hide the RiverClan scent." With an embarresed blink, Graystone mewed "Fox dung is good." Then he and Silverstream left Mistyfoot alone with the handsome fiery tomcat. She looked at her paws.
The air around her was filled with discomfort. Finally, Fireheart let out a nervous mew. "Er, Mistyfoot, do you, ah, know how Oakheart died?" Mistyfoot looked at the handsome tomcat with anxiety. That same instinct that had overcome her before, the overwhelming desire to trust this intruder, took over. "He died when rocks fell on top of him in the battle." Mistyfoot looked deep into Fireheart's eyes and mewed in a serious voice "Fireheart, I have been honest with you. All I ask is that you be honest with me. Please tell me why you wanted to know." Fireheart looked uncomfortable. "It's… it's too dangerous. I can't tell you. Not yet." He looked into Mistyfoot's eyes, and her heart started to beat faster then a woodpecker. She mewed "Very well. Er, if there's nothing else you wanted to ask….." Fireheart mewed "Well, there is one more thing….." Then a brilliant thought struck her. "Look, Fireheart, it's too dangerous for you to stay here any longer. Why don't you meet me at Fourtrees tomorrow night? You can ask me what you need to then." She looked pleadingly into Fireheart's eyes. After what seemed like nine lifetimes, he smiled and nodded."I'll see you then, Mistyfoot." Then he bounded away, into his territory.