Starry Inn
White Hart County
4:06 PM
The package was wrapped simple, plain, brown paper, with only 'Fox Mulder' typed on the front. Mulder frowned. There was no return address of any kind, except for a small mark in the upper left-hand corner, a square cat head with a star in it. He knew he should get the package investigated before he opened it, but something was telling him that would be a mistake. I've never been wrong before... He tour the paper, and a note fluttered out. He picked it up and began to read.
~Fox,
You have, weather you meant to or not, endangered yourself greatly. My clanmates barely allowed me to write you a warning. You have meddled with what should have been left alone, just by coming here. It was said 'beware of the fox upon two-legs, for he will bring the end'. And you came. My clanmates have already, ageist my will, imprisoned your mate. Do not worry, no harm will come to her, but only if you cooperate. Enclosed is a map and several other things that will need to be read and understood before you come. When you are ready, follow the map.
Farewell, and May you have good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep,
Bluestar, former leader of ThunderClan.
Beside the name 'Bluestar', a paw-print was printed, a bolt of lighting running through it.
XXX
Moonstone (Devil's Fingers)
Falling Sun (4:06 PM)
Half-Moon Gathering
Scully screamed. Or rather, yowled. The dark grey she-cat froze. Scully sensed movement from behind her. She spun around, claws extended. She hit a light brown tom in the nose. The other 3 cats backed away. She and the tom jumped at each other, clawing, kicking, biting. But the tom pined her down. Hie did after all, used to be a Warrior. The tom hissed.
"How did you get in here?!"
Scully swallowed nervously. "I fell."
"Fell?!" he hissed in disbelief. "You would have broken your neck! What kind of-"
The dark grey she-cat padded up. "Calm down, Mudfur. Leave the fighting to the Warriors."
The tom took a deep breath, and slid away from Scully. "Your right, like always, Cinderpelt. I'm sorry."
The she-cat gave the tom a friendly lick. "Don't worry, we were all a little surprised." She turned her piercing gaze to Scully. "I'll take you back to camp to be patched up."
One of the other cats stepped from the shadows, a small tabby tom. "What of StarClan's messages?"
Cinderpelt turned to the tabby. "StarClan will understand. I need a message, they will send one."
The tabby dipped his head. "Very well. We will miss you."
Cinderpelt toched noses with the tabby. "Me as well, Littlecloud. May you be well till our next meeting."
"As must you." Littlecloud meowed back. Cinderpelt helped Scully to her paws. "Come now, lets get you fixed."
XXX
Mulder's breath quickened, his pulse racing. Anger shot through him, like a bolt of lightning. He grabbed the fallen package and looked at it's contains. There was a thick leather bound book. In gold was written; Enter the Clans, along with that square star cat head again. Printed at the bottom was the name 'Graywing the Wise'.
The package also contained a map printed on parchment, and a form of sorts. There was another note from Bluestar.
When you are ready, sign here. Under that was a simple line:
Do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code, and the Clans above all things, even at your cost of life?
XXX
Mulder was dreaming. He had fallen asleep after urgently reading the book.
He was in a forest, in a clearing. A voice spoke.
"Do you, Foxpaw, hold the Clans above all things? Your past, yourself, your life?"
"I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I grant you your warrior name. You shall be known as Foxscar."
When he woke, he was a brown cat.
XXX
By the time Cinderpelt and Scully made it back to ThunderClan camp, darkness was falling. Scully was gingerly flexing every paw in turn while she waited for Cinderpelt to emerge with some herbs. Surprisingly, she was beginning to enjoy her new form, with the freedom and strength it gave her. She was also fascinated with these cats.
How come we never noticed before? Certainly we knew that there was some type of ranking in groups of feral cats, but this... it's almost human!
Cinderpelt emerged, a bundle of leafs in her jaws. She set them down in fount of Scully.
"Now here's some cobweb for those cuts, and the marigold here is-"
"-It stops infection."
Cinderpelt looked surprised. "Yes! How do you know?" she asked curiously.
Scully thought fast. She obviously couldn't say she took a course on herbal medicine in collage. "My mother knew a few things, she taught me when I was young. Also, adding a bit of honey to that nasty scrape out there on that tabby may help with the infection." Scully flicked her ears to the middle of the clearing. "If you can spare it, honey is much stronger then marigold."
Cinderpelt looked thoughtful, and nodded. "I'll try some. Now you need to get some rest. Do you need some poppy seeds?"
Scully let out a huge yawn. "'m good..."
That night Scully dreamed of a forest. A dark forest.