A/N: hiii! so yeahhh last night i got an email saying that like five people subscribed to this story in one night, and I just wanna give a shout out to them! thank you, and you guys are the reason i write this stuff! reviewing would be nice too! *hint hint* nawww, just kidding. you guys are awesome! Ok, on to the third chapter...
Rosepaw sat, waiting. A familiar scent traveled on the wind just as a gray cat walked into view. It could'vebeen a mirror image of herself, for all she knew, but if the cat turned around, Rosepaw knew she would see icy blue eyes instead of red. The cat turned around, as if looking for something.
Rosepaw crouched lower, pressing her belly into the dirt, trying to hide herself more.
"Now," Duskstripe whispered in a voice so low that it was almost breathing. Rosepaw sprung at her brother, and successfully knocked him to the ground with a stifled cry.
"Gotcha," Rosepaw said, smiling smugly.
"Rosepaw! You scared the living daylights outta me!" He cried, still shocked.
"I know." She said, laughing as she helped her brother up. "It was fun. And a training exercise."
"Pshh! I'm gonna get you next time!"
"Dream on," Rosepaw said playfully. Bluepaw laughed.
"Hey, do you and Duskstripe wanna go hunting with me and Silentmoon?" He asked.
"Ummm... sure. Is that okay Duskstripe?" She asked as the red-brown warrior emerged from the ferns.
"Yeah, why not?"
"Okay, let's head back to camp and get my mentor!"
"Race you there!" Rosepaw said, taking off with a smirk.
"Bet I'll beat you!" Bluepaw called.
Duskstripe sat down, laughing quietly to himself. "They forgot you were here." He said, laughing harder now. Silentmoon walked over from where she had been standing, laughing too.
"They're so cute. You don't really see anyone that close anymore," Silentmoon commented.
"I know, right? It's like, maybe those two have something special in them..."
"Rosepaw..." Silentmoon shuddered. "I know it's wrong to judge someone by their looks, and she's such a good-natured cat... But those eyes..." She shivered again.
Duskstripe looked hurt. "I'm sure she'll grow up to be a great cat," He said firmly. "I mean, her father was Shadowstar."
Silentmoon sat still. She wasn't sure what, but something in the sentence Duskstripe had just said felt wrong. She shook it off. "Umm... Yeah. I'm sure I'm just overreacting."
Duskstripe had felt the atmosphere tense. "We should go before the whole camp thinks you're missing."
"Yeah."
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Bluepaw stumbled through the entrance, carrying almost more prey than he could handle. Rosepaw did the same.
"Wow... that was fun," Bluepaw said. "I almost lost this squirell. Tough catch."
Rosepaw smiled, rolling her red eyes. "Yeah, you're sooo tough!" She said sarcastically.
Bluepaw laughed. He wondered, if he hadn't been her brother, would he still love Rosepaw? Not as a sister, but... Really love her? Would she love him back?
He shook the thought away. Of course, every set of siblings had their fights, and Bluepaw had an embarrassing crush on another she-cat anyways. Why had he even thought of that?
Just then, Silentmoon walked into view. Bluepaw blushed, and he was glad that cats didnt have skin like two-legs, or his face would've been bright red. Really, this was pathetic.
"Hey, Bluepaw!" She called, her sweet voice ringing in his ears. "That squirel was a tough catch! Nice job!" She yelled from across the clearing and started wandering over as if she couldn't help herself, and the look in her eyes seemed torn. She wanted to do one thing, but her mind made her walk towards Bluepaw.
"See ya, Bluepaw," Rosepaw said. "I'm gonna go hang out with Redpaw."
"Oh...kay," He managed to sputter.
Rosepaw gave him a weird look. "Is... Something wrong?" She asked, noticing for the first time that Silentmoon was walking over. She chuckled to herself, and left after her brother nodded, saying everything was fine.
No! Bluepaw thought. She can't leave me alone with Silentmoon! IM GONNA EMBARRASS MYSELF!
"Erm, hi Silentmoon," He finally managed to spill out. His throat felt tight. This was just sad. How could he love someone more than six moons older than him? Well, maybe just five...
"What's wrong?" She asked, smirking. "Was the sparrow poisoned?" She added jokingly.
"No," He meowed, finally regaining control. "I was just... thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing..."
"It's impossible to think about nothing..."
"I was... ermm... uhh... Spacing out. Yeah."
"Okay, well get ur spacey butt off the ground and head into the training hollow!" She commanded jokingly, like she was a military general.
"Yes, Sir!" Bluepaw yelled, puffing out his chest until he noticed his extremely embarrassing mistake. "I mean... Ermmm... ma'am!" He corrected, running to the hollow.
Silentmoon laughed, and started walking over. Why had she done that? She had a meeting with her friends she'd been looking forward to for several sunrises, but for some reason she'd rather teach her lovable apprentice.
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In the darkness, a full-grown tom with icy blue eyes crept through the forset, several other cats from his clan following. A thick mist hung in the air. StarClan could tell there was something not quite right happening.
"So, who are we gonna talk to?" A short tom asked next to him in a reasonably scratchy voice.
"Who's the most dangerous cat out of all the legends?" The blue-eyed cat responded.
"Scourge... Or Tigerstar."
"We're going to talk to both."
The small group of cats walked on towards the only place StarClan couldn't watch them: the Dark Forest.
"How do you plan to get in? Walking to the Dark Forest would be like two-legs walking to what they call hell," a she-cat from the back of the group questioned. When he didn't answer, she asked, "Are you even leading us there, Jaggedheart, or are you just planning on killing us?"
"Why would I ever think of killing you?" He replied to his mate innocently, but he had thought of that before.
"I don't know... but how do you plan to get there?"
"Just trust me, it's possible. You might want to turn back if you knew how."
The she-cat stopped. "Are you insane? Just saying that made me want to turn around!"
"It'll be fine, I promise."
The she-cat sighed. Her dark green eyes darted from side to side, taking in the fog. Were they headed towards a bog or something? She sighed again and kept walking.
A gray tom with amber eyes padded up beside her. "It must be hard to keep going for you," The tom said jokingly, even though he knew she was probably the toughest she-cat, and maybe even warrior, alive. "Right, Dustclaw?"
She stared at him darkly. "Shut up, Darksparrow, you know I could kick your ass in a fight."
He looked at her innocently. "Hey, calm down. I was just messing around."
"We have no time to mess around right now. Otherwise I'd be all for it. Sorry."
Darksparrow gave an exasperated sigh. "There is time to mess around, you just don't have good enough eyes to find it."
Dustclaw walked faster, easily out-pacing Darksparrow.
"Bitch..." Darksparrow whispered in another cat's ear.
Finally, they arrived near a huge bog that wes at least a mile around (if cats even knew what that was), and seemed so deep that from the bottom at most 300 cats could stand on top of eachother on their hind legs.
"So, what do we do now?" Dustclaw asked Jaggedheart.
"We jump." Jaggedclaw replied darkly.
