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"Windclan is here!" The yowl came again but this time louder. Moontail gave me a look that said, Get a move on. So I jumped to my paws and ran through the nursery opening into the camp. I gasped, I had to, for not even a fox-tail away from me was Coldstar. The huge, gray tom was Windclan's leader.
Icestar and Shallowstream, a pale-white she-cat who is our deputy, stood in front of the Windclan leader. Both looked at him with not anger, but surprise in their eyes.
"Coldstar, what are you doing here in Thunderclan?" Shallowstream asked first. Her voice was confident and had no fear in it at all. A voice of a true deputy and maybe some time later, a leader.
"It is good to see you again too, Shallowstream," Coldstar said with no warmth in his voice. I shivered, his voice sounded like it couldn't hold any warmth in it at all, "I have come, alone, to ask Thunderclan if they can spare any land?" Yowls of protest rose from the whole area.
"Why should we give them any land?" Asked a black tom, Longcall, from the entrance of the warrior's den, "When have they ever helped us?"
"Yeah, they deserve nothing!"
"Tell them to go back to their plains and leave us alone!"
"We should let him explain why he is here?" Came a single voice that supported Coldstar. Everyone turned to see who it was, and to everyone's surprise it was Daypaw. Icestar nodded and looked back at Coldstar.
"Our apprentice wants to know why you ask, and so do I," Icestar said, his ice-blue gaze held tight on Coldstar. The leader did not flinch like most cats do.
"I see at least two cats have some common manners," Coldstar started, though he started to talk again before any more protest could arise, "Twolegs have been building closer into our territory and we need more room to hunt."
"I see," Icestar said while looking down. Then he suddenly shot his head up and looked at Coldstar with a cold gaze, "Why did you not say this last night at the Gathering?"
"For I did not the others to think that we are weak," Coldstar said, plainly, "Shadowclan already has issues with us, and Riverclan has enough problems as it is. So I thought that Thundercl-"
"You thought that Thunderclan is doing so well that we can just give you a big heap of our land," Icestar hissed into Coldstar's face, "If you think that then you have another thing come in."
My fur bristled with anger as I absorbed Icestar's words. Did Coldstar think that we will just hand over our land like a guilty kit hands over someone else's prey? If they did think that I will tear Coldstar's muzzle in half.
"I see that you will not help," Coldstar said, in a surprising calm voice, "I shall return back to my own clan but if Windclan's falls…Then the fault will be of Thunderclan, who would not even give a little bit of land." The leader started to go back to the entrance.
"I shall decide at the next Gathering," Icestar yowled as the Windclan leader disappeared. A yowl that no one could understand was the answer. Icestar turned to the clan, "Shallowstream and Cherryblossom please come to my den." Then without another word he went back to his den.
The rest of the clan just shook their heads and went back to their jobs. I laid down in deep thought with my tail over my nose. If Windclan did get destroyed or died out, would Starclan be mad at us? Would the whole order of the clans go out of whack? If one clan would fall, would the rest of the clans fall?
"NIGHTPAW!" Yowled a voice right in my ear. I jumped out of my thoughts and turned to see Foxpaw poking me with a paw, a piece of prey on the ground, "What were you thinking about that took so much of your brain power, which isn't a lot."
"What do you think, mouse-brain?" I said while cleaning behind my ears, "About the whole situation with Windclan, what do you think we should do?"
"I say give them no land at all," Foxpaw said while starting to eat the dead mouse, "And they are dreaming if they think they will take our land."
"Though if Windclan does die to the Twolegs, what will Starclan think of us?" I said while getting my own piece of prey from the pile.
"They will think that Icestar was doing the right thing to protect his clan." Foxpaw said plainly.
"But if Windclan falls to the Twolegs, won't the Twolegs just keep building around the lake?" I said, "Then that means we too will fall!" For once in Foxpaw's whole life, he had nothing more to say.
"Lets go hunting," Foxpaw said, finally as he finished his mouse. I nodded and left my untouched mouse as we headed towards the entrance.
"Where are you two going," Bluesmoke asked, as he came out from the entrance with two mouse in his jaws. Snagtail, Mouseclaw, and Oakpaw following him with prey in their jaws.
"Hunting," We both said plainly.
"Well if you want," Mouseclaw said as he dropped the prey onto the pile, "Even after hunting, the pile is still low. Go and get Waterpaw and then you can head out."
Almost as soon as he finished talking, Waterpaw came out of the elder's den. She walked over to them with her tail held high. The hunting patrol left to go to their dens for a nice rest.
"So what is everybody doing?" She asked while trying to keep her anger down. Her fur was covered with moss and smelled like mouse bile.
"Hunting, and I see that you had to go help the elder with ticks again," Foxpaw said with a purr.
"Well its just that they get like a hundred more every single day," Waterpaw said and we headed out. I just purred and let the gray apprentice take the lead. For a such a small cat, she can be the biggest complainer.
"Yeah, you should do something about that," Foxpaw said as he sniffed the air. Waterpaw gave him a dark look before heading over to were the scent of mouse was. I followed her and watched as she went into a crouch. She elegantly moved each paw forward, as silent as a rock in Leafbare. Then she pounced and she was gone from my view because of a tree.
Suddenly a weight jumped onto my back. I hissed and rolled onto my back, squishing whoever was on me. A yowl told me that the attacker gave up. I jumped to my paws and spun around, ready to take down the enemy. My surprise from being attack changed to anger.
"Foxpaw, what was that for?" I asked as my fur started to go back down. The gray apprentice just yawned and stretched.
"Well Waterpaw took my mouse that I was hunti-" Foxpaw started.
"You were not hunting it," Waterpaw said as she jumped over a clump of ferns and into the clearing we were in, "You were just staring at the mouse like you expected it to jump into your paws." Foxpaw just put his nose into the air (in a snotty way, not in a hunting way), and walked off. Waterpaw and I just exchanged glances.
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I returned back to camp at the end of hunting with a small rabbit in my jaws. I dropped it off on the pile and walked over to were Waterpaw and Oakpaw were laying sharing prey. I sat down beside them and started to wash my fur.
"Has Foxpaw come back yet?" I asked while licking my front paw.
"No not yet," Waterpaw said while looking around the camp, "Actually he has been gone longer then I thought he would. I hope he hasn't done something really stupid…"
"Now who's the one getting a crush on a certain brother of mine," I said with a purr. Before I knew it a huge mass of gray fur was jumping at me, and had me pinned down.
"Now who's the one getting a ear torn off," Waterpaw growled really close to my face, "Oh ya, that's going to be you, and I have a perfect warrior name for you, One-ear." I narrowed my eyes while she talked.
"You are going to be dead before you can be a warrior," I said, "Just like your mate, Foxpaw."
"Your dea-" Waterpaw started but a yowl broke through her threat.
"Cherryblossom, come quickly!" Quickfeet's yowl came from the entrance. Waterpaw and I jumped to our paws and ran over to the entrance with Oakpaw at our tails.
What I saw horrified me and I felt sick. The evening patrol brought back a small cat. The cat's fur was torn and pulled out in parts. Part of his tail and ear was ripped off, bleeding furiously. Though that was not the most sickening thing, it was my brother, Foxpaw.
There you go another chapter, sorry it wasn't up as soon as I thought it was just that I had no time. I will try to get the next chapter up sooner.