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So yeah. I'm being forced to write. Woo.
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CHAPTER 3: Wrenpaw
Wrenpaw woke up and yawned. His nest was a mess. Dawnpaw, who was still asleep, shivered as her brother rose to greet the morning. Her nest was no better.
Wrenpaw stood and stretched, accidentally kicking Moonpaw in the process.
"Hey! Watch it!" the she-cat grumbled as she rolled over and fell back asleep.
"Sorry!" Wrenpaw whispered quietly.
He washed quickly and silently, and then poked his head out of his den to see if his mentor, Ashnight, had woken up yet. Ashnight had been spending a lot of time in the nursery lately, keeping his heavily pregnant mate, Rowanwing, company as they awaited the arrival of their kits. Rowanwing had been sick with greencough at the beginning of her pregnancy, and Greyleaf, Shadowclan's medicine cat, was worried that the kits would be born sick and dying. Rowanwing had only just recovered. No one would say it, but most cats in the clan thought her kits would be born dead.
Upon looking around, Wrenpaw saw his mentor emerging from the nursery with the remnants of a toad in his jaws. He must have just shared a meal with Rowanwing.
"Ashnight!" Wrenpaw called as he trotted towards his mentor. "I'm ready to go hunting today!"
Ashnight had volunteered Wrenpaw for the dawn hunting patrol, and had told his apprentice to be up early so he could eat beforehand.
"Good morning Wrenpaw," his mentor mewed after setting down the toad remains. "Go get something to eat before sun up."
"Alright," Wrenpaw replied as he turned and padded toward the fresh kill pile.
The camp was airy and bright, bathed in the orange-red light of the rising sun. The pine trees surrounding the camp were casting long shadows across the elder's den, medicine cat den, and camp entrance. Green fern sprouts were rising from the wet ground. A crisp, clean scent of newleaf wafted through the morning air. There was slight breeze, and a little metallic tang that hinted at the fact that it would rain again soon.
Wrenpaw happily scanned the small fresh kill pile for a vole or a shrew, and was delighted to find a plump vole that must have been caught by the moonigh patrol to have not been taken yesterday. He picked up the large vole and carried it over to the pine tree stump next to the apprentice's den to eat.
As he was finishing up the vole, Hazelpaw left the apprentice's den with sleep still fogging her eyes.
"Hazelpaw!" Wrenpaw called. "Want what's left of this vole?"
Hazelpaw jumped and whipped her head around; clearly she had not noticed Wrenpaw as she had padded into the sunlight.
"Uh, no thanks!" she replied quickly. "I have my warrior assessment today! Lizardpetal said not to eat before."
"Alright! Good luck on your assessment!" Wrenpaw said with a grin.
Hazelpaw dipped her head in thanks and trotted to the camp entrance to meet her mentor, Lizardpetal, who had been waiting for her apprentice since before Wrenpaw had awoken. Hazelpaw had clearly gotten rebuked for waking up late by the way Lizardpetal had cuffed her ear and Hazelpaw's bowing of her head.
Wrenpaw didn't have time to feel sorry, though, since the dawn hunting patrol was gathering by the fresh kill pile.
Wrenpaw quickly finished his meal and headed over to the gathering patrol. Cedarscar was leading the patrol, with Lightfeather, Emberwhisker, Nettlegaze and Rosethorn behind him. Wrenpaw was the only apprentice, which meant he had a lot to prove.
"Alright. We are all here. Let's move out," Cedarscar said as he turned and trotted through the fern tunnel, with the rest of the patrol close behind. Wrenpaw took up the rear and followed the warriors out of camp.
"We will be hunting by the marshes," Cedarscar called back to the rest of the patrol.
Everyone else nodded as Cedarscar increased the pace to a slow sprint and the rest of the patrol followed. The forest was bright and warm, with a crisp breeze rustling the foliage and bringing the scent of toads and other prey.
The patrol approached the marshlands and began to slow down. Wrenpaw immediately began scenting for prey, and was rewarded with the tantalizing scent of blackbird. He quickly followed the scent, and soon spotted the bird pecking amongst the roots of a large pine tree. Wrenpaw dropped into the hunter's crouch and approached the bird from downwind, not making a sound. When he was within distance he pounced on the bird and landed on its neck, killing it instantly. He buried it under a pile of nettle that had collected against the trunk of the tree, and began scenting for more prey.
As he identified the scent of a toad, he heard the breeze rising and whispering around him, calling out a fait message. It was almost like it was calling him to follow it. Wrenpaw quickly decided to follow this noise as it receded, and abandoned the vole for the breeze.
He followed the sound to a thorn bush, where a wilted rose was dying. Wrenpaw sniffed the flower bud, and was transported into a time long ago, a time long forgotten.
The images he saw scarred his mind, and left him shivering and scared. Images of cats being murdered, torn apart for food by the early, primitive forms of twolegs. He was shown a glimpse of when the wild cats ruled the land, of when a cat was larger than a twoleg beast. Of when the cats of the wild were feared by all, and had teeth large enough to tear through the strange materials twolegs used to build their nests. He watched the proud beasts of what cats used to be get torn apart by the twolegs as they grew smarter and smarter. He watched families get torn apart and innocent cubs be killed for their pelts. The images shocked and shook him to his roots.
Wrenpaw gasped and was finally released from the images' prison. He breathed heavily and recovered his breath slowly.
Before he had time to fully recover, a harsh voice whispered in his ear.
Come, forest cat. Come and save the ones you know, the ones you love.
Dare to stop me, Son of the Moon. Dare to rake your claws across my back.
Face your fears, Child of Shadow, and heed this prophecy to save your world.
Wrenpaw passed out, the image of his ancestors, the ancestors of all cats, still burning in his mind. He watched it all happed again, except this time with cats he knew, cats he loved. He watched as the clans were torn apart by the unknowing cave twolegs. Wrenpaw closed his eyes and wished the images would leave him, and opened his eyes up to what could be considered a stranger sight.
A white she cat hunted rats in a carrionplace in twolegplace, a twolegplace Wrenpaw had never seen before. The she cat looked up at him with deep blue eyes, eyes that looked into his soul, into his very core.
Those eyes tore Wrenpaw's soul to pieces and left him trembling, whishing all these images away, and fearing for his life.
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