The Return
Hey! I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter, I'm sorry it was so short. It was a lot of words though! Please R & R! I want to know you're reading. Flames are allowed if they aren't so harsh they would hurt my feelings. Remember; treat others as how you want to be treated.
It was as if time stopped. Memories of the terror Tigerstar had created flashed before him. It was all coming back….NO. Firestar shook himself out of his trance. He unsheathed his claws and growled menacingly. NO, this time, it was four clans against one cat. A former leader without his nine lives. Firestar's fur raised and he charged into the forest. Shocked yowls echoed all around him. He blocked them out and focused on those eyes. Then he leaped….and caught air in his paws. Tigerstar was gone. "That's right, TIGERCLAW, run while you still can. If you come back, you face the whole of Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, and Windclan." He growled, sure that Tigerstar heard him. After one last sweeping glance, he turned around and slowly walked back to camp.
From high in the treetops, in a place where he could not be sensed, Tigerstar purred with delight. "So, he still thinks he can beat me." He let out a mrrow of laughter. "Well what he doesn't know, is that I have taken over Blackstar's body, a skill I have learned in Starclan. I still have 7 lives and have Leopardstar on my side. Soon we will attack Windclan, and take it over. That will be no problem, as it is the weakest clan. Then," Tigerstar paused, his mouth stretching into a wide smile. "We attack Thunderclan."
Sandstorm ran to the medicine den, pushing away any cat in her path. Leafpool tried to block the entrance, murmuring about how weak the patients were. But Sandstorm ignored this and forcefully knocked her out of the way. She lay down beside Squirrelflight and began softly grooming her fur. Squirrelflight tensed in her sleep. Sandstorm slowly rasped her tongue over Squirrelflight's fur and Squirrelflight relaxed into her mother's soft touch and sweet scent. Sandstorm then got up and murmured an apology to Leafpool, explaining her unconditional love for both of them. Leafpool merely nodded and shooed her out.
Sandstorm then went to check on Firestar, who was still in deep thought about the earlier appearance of Tigerstar. Or Tigerclaw, as Firestar liked to call him. "Firestar," She called from outside his den. Firestar appeared, looking slightly disheveled. Sandstorm trotted over and entwined her tail with his. "Let's go for a hunt." She suggested gently. "But..." Firestar started to protest. Sandstorm shushed him and rubbed herself against his body. "Go hunting." She told him and led him into the forest. Firestar sat up and tasted the air, nothing. "Let's find the beech tree. There must be many mice gathering food there." Firestar nodded in agreement." They walked silently, the sounds and smells of the forest all around them. Finally they came to a stop in front of a large tree. Beech nuts littered the ground. Sandstorm suddenly had a thought. She picked up a beech nut and cracked it open with her teeth. Then Sandstorm tasted the nut carefully. "PLEH!" She spat it out immediately, a sour taste in her mouth. Firestar let out a mrrow of laughter. "It can't be that bad, if the mice eat it." He said amusedly. "Then you try it yourself." She growled. "OK, maybe I will." Firestar replied and took a bite of the beech nut. "PLEH PLEH PLEH!" He spat it out. Sandstorm looked on smugly. "See?" Firestar looked at her expression and tried to look anything but disgusted. "They were OK." He said calmly. Sandstorm looked outraged. Firestar laughed. Sandstorm leaped onto him, claws sheathed, and they tumbled around. Finally, they broke apart. Firestar was giddy from their play fight and had forgotten completely about Tigerclaw. He was having the time of his life. Firestar sat down. Suddenly there was a squeak and Firestar felt something warm beneath his behind. He got up and was shocked to see a dead mouse. Sandstorm shook with laughter. "Firestar, you have successfully learned the art of Butt Hunting." She said, and starting laughing hysterically. Firestar joined in. The thought of killing prey by sitting on them was HILARIOUS. Once they had calmed down, Firestar picked the prey up and they headed back to camp. Little did they know that their every move was being closely monitored.
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