Sorry for the short chapter :( It just felt right to leave it as is...
Enjoy though :)
~Sky
Ch.4
Tigerstar gazed silently down on the training that was happening before his Highrock. His mind and eyes were with Breezepelt as the young tom set off on the task he had given him. So far Tigerstar wasn't impressed. Admittedly, the ex-ShadowClan leader could have chosen better in who he sent-Tigerheart was quite skilled and better at fighting than the WindClan warrior-but he felt that Breezepelt should go. So he sent him.
And regretted it every moment.
The WindClan cat had failed to do his task so far. He had found the cats he ordered him to kill, but for some reason he couldn't fathom, the tom didn't kill them outright. It reminded Tigerstar of kits playing with their fresh-kill in the nursery. Irritation flooded the dark leader and his tail flicked in disgust. Yes, he could have sent someone more capable of taking care of the nuisances. Perhaps he should have sent someone else. Someone more capable.
Or maybe he made the right decision in sending the hair-brained cat. He could always hope he would end up killed by the very cats Tigerstar wanted dead. That idea made him flick his ears is sick enjoyment. Yes, maybe he would end up dead by them, and he would send in another pawn to do what needed to be done.
There was a reason why he was the most feared cat in all the Clans.
Dovewing missed Tigerheart's visits. Ever since the disappearance of her former mentor Lionblaze and ThunderClan's medicine cat Jayfeather, the fluffy gray she-cat had been confined to camp except for patrols. No trace of the two toms had been found so far and many of her Clanmates believed one of the other Clans had killed them and hid the bodies. Firestar, the fiery-red leader of ThunderClan, had come to the newly made warrior asking if she heard anything of them or what could have happened to them, but she couldn't say anything. She hadn't heard anything since the last night she saw them.
Saddened, she entered the warriors' den and glanced wistfully at Lionblaze's nest. If she focused enough she could scent the last remnants of his scent that had faded over the past days. Cinderheart, her sister's former mentor and Lionblaze's friend, was curled up in her nest next to his. Her nose was buried under her tail and her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm of sleep. The dappled gray tabby she-cat had been one of the cats at the front of the patrols searching for the missing toms, always volunteering until she was forced to rest.
She curled up into her own nest and closed her eyes, stretching her senses far and wide, searching for any signs of the missing cats. Finding nothing, she sighed and curled up tighter, tail covering her nose. Dovewing hoped they hadn't gotten themselves into trouble. Lionblaze may be unable to fall in battle, but what about the world itself? What if he fell down a deep hole or into the lake? He couldn't possibly fight nature and Jayfeather... Well, Jayfeather was only a medicine cat. Despite his abilities, he was still only that and he had no fighting abilities whatsoever. Worry gnawed at her insides. She needed to find them, make sure they were safe.
Thinking about the golden tabby and gray tabby, Dovewing fell into a fitful sleep.