A/N: Hi! Thank you all so much for reviewing :)
Grasswing of Wingclan: Thanks! I'm so glad you like it. I can't wait to find out if I'm right about Grasspaw's name now!
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Alifandoms: Thank you! I really enjoy thinking up descriptions for the characters.
Emily0130: Aww, thank you so much! And thanks for your advice, I always love that. Dwyn is supposed to be Dwyn, it is… Welsh, I think. It's technically pronounced "Doo-in" but it is supposed to be said fast so that it sometimes sounds like Dwin.
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Chapter 2
Gorsepelt's light brown tabby pelt was bristling as they walked. Duskheart knew how he felt. The fur at the back of her neck was prickling, and she glanced around as they padded after Dwyn and Viper. Instead of feeling too open, as it had yesterday, the hills now seemed to be crowding around them, closing them in. Duskheart shivered.
Suddenly Dwyn stopped and turned around. "We're here," she announced. Duskheart glanced around, confused. "Here" seemed to be at the foot of another large hill. In front of them was a small bush, and she couldn't see anything unusual.
Dwyn turned and ducked under the branches of the bush, and with a last glare at the Clan cats, Viper followed. For a moment Duskheart stood there, uncertain. Gorsepelt glanced at her, his blue eyes filled with nervousness. Then Arven growled from behind them. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
Duskheart took a deep breath and padded under the bush, Gorsepelt right behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she took a step forward- then leaped back with a gasp, accidentally crashing into her mate. Gorsepelt hurried to her side. "What is it?" He panted.
Right in front of them, almost underneath their paws, was a dark hole that Duskheart had almost fallen into. Now she could see that it was a steep tunnel, heading down under the hill.
"Come on now, let's go!" Called an impatient Arven. Gorsepelt growled but lead the way into the tunnel. "It's not too bad," he meowed back to Duskheart. "Come on." Duskheart stepped into the tunnel, feeling Gorsepelt's tail brush her nose. Slowly she padded deeper into the darkness.
Before she knew it, they were standing in an enormous cavern lit by a small hole- no, several holes, Duskheart realized, looking around- overhead. On the far end of the cavern, a regal white she-cat sat on a pile of something Duskheart couldn't quite make out. Several other cats hurried around her, doing various things. Duskheart watched with interest as a young she-cat carried grass over to what looked like a large bed. A queen curled up with kits on another bed. A dark brown tom carried fresh-kill to a pile near a pool of water.
Dwyn walked up to the white she-cat. As Duskheart drew closer, she discovered that the she-cat was sitting on skins. She saw mice skins, vole, shrew, squirrel, and… was that a cat skin?
Dwyn interrupted her thoughts by bowing her head to the white cat and meowing reverently, "Brisen." The white cat, Brisen, nodded to the tabby. "Speak, Dwyn," she purred. Dwyn raised her head. "We found travelers at the edge of our territory." She hesitated, then added "They are from the Clans."
Brisen's head snapped around to look at Duskheart. "You. What is your name?" She growled. Duskheart's jaw dropped open, and she glanced around quickly before looking back at Brisen. "Me?" She squeaked. Gorsepelt brushed against her pelt reassuringly. "Why do you want to know?" He challenged Brisen.
Suddenly the entire cavern went silent as cats stopped what they were doing and twisted their heads to stare at Gorsepelt. Gorsepelt shuffled his paws, but didn't take his gaze off of the white she-cat on the skins.
Brisen eyed him for a moment before slowly standing up. She puffed out her chest and took a deep, threatening breath before growling, "How dare you question the great Brisen? How dare you talk so insolently to me? How dare you-" Dwyn darted forward and whispered something in Brisen's ear. Brisen glared at Gorsepelt, then slowly settled back onto the skins. "I will let you live. For now," she hissed, and glanced around the cavern. "Well? What are you all staring at? Get back to work! Bree! Angus!"
The cats quickly hurried back to their jobs. Two of them, a tiny dark brown tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes and a large black and white tom with amber eyes rushed over to Brisen, who looked at them disdainfully. "Angus, take this tom to the cave." She meowed. Angus stepped forward, but Gorsepelt pressed himself against Duskheart. "What about her?" He demanded angrily. "I'm not leaving her!"
Two more cats came over. One crashed into Duskheart; taken by surprise, she was easily knocked over and pinned down. The other helped Angus to drag Gorsepelt away, toward another tunnel. Duskheart struggled, and had managed to dislodge the cat on top of her when another leaped on her, pressing down on her throat. With startling suddenness, the world went black.
A/N: Brisen is pronounced Bree-sen. It means "Queen" so that was why I chose it. Also, Angus means "Strong", Arven means "Battle worthy" Dwyn's meaning is kind of disputed; I've seen "Wave" "To steal" and "Holy" but anyways, Bree's name- well, I won't tell you what Bree's name means, because that would spoil things :) Sorry for the short chapter! I will update soon, don't worry ;)