-Chapter 3-
-Only Trust the Distrusted-
Stormpaw yawned as he waited on the border with Windclan. The other cat's were with them, and ready for the journey ahead, but even Jayfeather wasn't too close to him. He wished Starclan had sent someone else for Thunderclan instead of the blind tom, or himself.
It was a Dark Forest cat named Hawkfrost who had taken the life of Jayfeather's sister, Hollyleaf, so it seemed only right to hate Stormpaw to some extent. Many cat's said he looked a lot like his too, except for his strange, crimson eyes.
The apprentice felt guilty for what his mother and sister had done, but he swore to himself that he was nothing like them; that he would devote his life into protecting Thunderclan, no matter how little they would devote into doing the same for him. So to have Dark Forest blood running through his veins while he waited to start a mission he was sent on by Starclan was something he wouldn't even think about objecting to. It meant that the clan's warrior ancestors hadn't given up on him.
He felt the wind rush through his fur as he gazed at the clear valley ahead of him. Breathing deeply, he told himself, All I have to do is make it through this journey without doing anything wrong.
Stormpaw sighed. That's harder than I made it sound...
Jayfeather glanced at him with clouded, blue eyes. He spoke with his dry, slow, clearly menacing voice. "Why are you nervous?"
"Who said I was?"
The silver medicine cat glared at him. "I can smell your fear scent, and I know it's not from the journey, or the pressure."
When Stormpaw didn't answer, Jayfeather leaned close to his face and muttered, "You and I both know the others will find out sooner or later. Starclan knows why they sent you on this mission, you'll only cause more trouble."
Stormpaw leaped to his paws and snarled. "I'm not trying to, ok? You think I want to be here? To be stuck with you for the next year and a half?"
"You say that like we want you to be here."
He flinched at Crowfeather's voice. The dark-grey tom silently padded up to them with his apprentice, Featherpaw. Stormpaw stifled a groan as the arrogant warrior padded firmly up to him. "Every cat at the gathering noticed that you were out of place. Standing on the edge like that is disrespectful to the clan's ancestors. I'd love to know why they chose you to come with us."
"Believe me, I tried to get out of it."
"Why don't you just leave, then, and we'll say you died. At least Thunderclan won't be sheltering a Dark Forest cat anymore."
Scorned but shameful, Stormpaw backed down. He flattened his fur, sheathed his claws, and held his head high. "I have nothing to do with Bloodpaw."
Crowfeather smirked. "You're still her kin, aren't you? How does any cat know you won't betray us if we meet up with her first?"
The crimson-eyes apprentice stopped himself from saying anything. There was nothing to say. Even he wasn't sure about what he'd do on this journey. He was scared. Anything could happen while he had no cat to hold him back. Stormpaw knew that they had a large chance of meeting his sister, but he couldn't figure out if he was excited or terrified. Both of them were lost and weak from leaving the Dark Forest. He wasn't sure why they left. But if Bloodpaw had enough energy then to kill Amberpaw and Greystripe as a kit, he was certain he wouldn't stand a chance if he bared his fangs at her now.
Featherpaw stood silent behind her mentor, while Jayfeather and the others sat just as quietly. Except for Trilliumpaw. The scarlet-tailed she-cat swept herself between the arguing cats, and she glared at Crowfeather. "You aren't exactly perfect yourself, you know. Don't think any cat has forgotten how you tried to abandon your clan for Leafpool."
Crowfeather flinched. Ever since Leafpool died last Leaf-Bare, the dark tom didn't feel right. His mate after Firestar's daughter was Nightcloud, who died a little while ago. He still had their son, Breezepelt, and he was trying to show more affection to the cold tom. But the mention of Leafpool's name still made him tense. Jayfeather seemed to have the same reaction.
Stormpaw felt a little less scared as his eyes briefly met with Trilliumpaw's. Crowfeather was her clanmate, but here, they were just one group of cats. Havenpaw gazed at the two apprentice coldly. (So many cold cats, I feel like I'm in a fridge. I'm stuck in a fridge with Frosty the Crowman, frozen Jay Flay *a kind of meat or something I just looked it up*, and I'm sneezing from all the Breeze freeze. I'm terrible with puns. Back to the story)
The dark, tiger-striped apprentice looked back at Crowfeather, who snorted and padded next to his son, who went to the opposite side of the group, who gave him a large personal bubble.
Jayfeather gave every cat a long glare and hissed quietly at Stormpaw so only they could hear. "Don't you forget, Stormpaw, that I am the only one here who you can trust. So you'd better get a hold of yourself, or you'll regret it."
WOOO I really like this story!
Sorry, it's short this time.
Just so you guys know, Trilliumpaw and Stormpaw probably won't be mates. Unless I have Stormpaw die, I don't know who'll be his mate. But Trilliumpaw is in Windclan. Maybe I'll have them run away in another fanfiction or have her run away with his kits after he maybe dies, I dunno. But they do like each other as friends for now...
Jayfeather's got issues, but it's only because Stormpaw looks so much like the cat who killed Hollyleaf. Kind of like Squirrelflight's issues.
Wow, I really have nothing to say here. Well, leave a review saying what you think of this story,
if you want me to have Stormpaw die in the end,
if you want Trilliumpaw to be his future mate,
and if you want them to find the tribe first, find Bloodpaw first, or be TOO LATE MWAHAHHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAA!
-Shiny, worshipper of the Queen of Spam