Chapter 3: Lakeside North

Chapter 3: Lakeside North

Firepaw heard a rustling noise in the leaves. Mouse! He quickly stalked through grass, careful of where he treaded. He pounced and quickly finished the mouse off with a small nip to the back of its neck. He felt the warm, juicy taste wash over his lips.

"Well done!" Bluestar congratulated him.

"Thanks Bluestar" Firepaw replied, almost blushing.

At that moment he heard the battle cry of another warrior clan. Shadowclan!

"Huh? What are they doing?" Firepaw asked, alarmed.

"I don't know, keep down and be quiet. This could be danger," Bluestar warned, "do not come out until I say you can."

"Yes Bluestar" Firepaw said, hiding in a thorn bush.

At that very moment, the bushes started to rustle and three giant shadowclan cats stepped out.

"Ah, Bluestar it is you," the first cat spoke with a sneer.

"Hello Blackfoot, Brokenstar and Nightpelt. What brings you here at this very moment?" Bluestar asked, with an icy stare. Blackfoot, as Firepaw noted was very large and was pure white with black feet. He was the cat who had spoken.

"We came here to talk to you. Come with us," the second cat spoke. He must be Brokenstar, thought Firepaw. I have to follow them.

He let the four cats go first until they were out of sight and then quickly and silently, he followed their scent. By the time he saw them again he was at a lake in which he had never seen before. They were still on Thunderclan territory though, how can that be? He thought.

"Bluestar, you have been so kind to cats too many times, like that kittypet you call Firepaw. He is no warrior and never will he," Brokenstar spoke. Firepaw felt fire rise in his stomach. Me, not a warrior? Firepaw asked. As Firepaw thought to himself, he heard a shriek.

It was Bluestar. He stared down to Bluestar. He could no longer see her. Brokenstar was on top of her, scratching and biting. At that moment he called a battlecry and ran down to save her. He bowled Brokenstar over. He looked very surprised. He bit and scratched as hard as he could, and in a matter of moments Brokenstar got up and ran away. Nightpelt and Blackfoot followed their leader, yowling after him.

Firepaw turned around, triumphant, but his smile faded as he saw his leaders body, beaten and batted.

"Bluestar, I'm here," Firepaw said.

"Firepaw I-I…" Bluestar spoke. At that moment her body went limp. Huh what's happening? Firepaw thought. She can't be, she can't. She can't be dead.