Iceclaw14: Hello people! Sorry about the long wait, for the entire month of November I was doing a contest: NaNoWriMo, which a challenge to write a fifty-thousand word novel. I won! Yea! So here I am now, writing My Guardian. Let's get going, shall we? Disclaimer: I own nothing…blah…. Let's get this show on the road!
Squirrelpaw smiled as she sunk her teeth into the neck of a rabbit. It gave a weak squeal of protest before it stilled and became limp in her mouth. The ginger apprentice laughed, thrilled by her defeat of the creature.
She wound her way back to ThunderClan camp: which she normally only came to at night to sleep. She was too anxious to wander around this forest any longer, waiting for Leafpaw to return. At least at the camp she could find some way to entertain herself.
Graystripe shot her a concerned look as she entered the camp. She gazed at him blissfully, but his eyes did not leave her back. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was being watched. She shrugged it off and continued on her way to the fresh-kill pile. She dropped the rabbit at the foot of the pile, and when she raised her head, her mentor, Dustpelt, was staring down at her with piercing eyes.
"Oh, hello Dustpelt," she greeted him.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I was just out hunting," she responded.
"If you are well enough to hunt," he scoffed. "You must be well enough to resume training."
She nodded. "Yes! Can we start now?"
He shook his head. "No, you are a mess. I would tell you to go to Cinderpelt and have her remove your ticks, but because she is at the Moonstone with her sister, I must ask you to remain in the apprentice's den until she returns."
Squirrelpaw nodded. "Of course." She turned around and entered the apprentice's den.
The moment she slid into her bed of moss, Whitepaw appeared over her.
"Wow, Whitepaw; it seems like I have not talked to you in forever."
"That's because you haven't," the white she-cat replied sternly.
Squirrelpaw laughed. "I suppose, I have been so busy."
"Busy with what?"She questioned skeptically. "You have not trained with Dustpelt for several days now, what are you doing when you wander out in the forest and do not return until night fall?"
"Oh you know this and that."
"No, I don't know."
Squirrelpaw softened her voice in mock disappointment. "Oh, really? It is too much to explain, though. But rest assured I am staying within ThunderClan territory."
"It's not the borders I'm concerned about."
She cocked her head slightly. "Then what are you considered about, if not my rule-breaking?"
"You are alone in that forest for the entire day!" Whitepaw yowled. "All alone! It's not good for you to be alone."
Squirrelpaw grunted. "So are you suggesting that I would do something stupid if I am left alone?"
"No. You just suffered something traumatic, and your driving yourself…yourself….," she had a word in mind, but she did not speak it.
"Say it, say it!" Squirrelpaw shouted.
"Insane!" Whitepaw screeched madly. "You are driving yourself insane!"
"Oh, so now I'm insane?"
"Yes, you are!"
"It doesn't matter what you think of me," she hissed. "Leafpaw and I will be gone before you know it."
"What? You are leaving the Clans?"
"What's it to you? It's not like anyone here even cares about me."
Whitepaw's gaze softened. "No, Squirrelpaw, that's not—"
"True? Is that what you were going to say? Because it is! My father doesn't care about me, and Brambleclaw is probably off plotting Firestar's murder with Sorrelpaw."
"No, no Squirrelpaw. Brambleclaw would never do that. He cares about you so much."
"I can't take it any longer!" She screamed. "I'm sick of being undermined. Everyone says "No, Squirrelpaw, you're wrong," like I'm some kit. I'm not! I can take care of myself and I am intelligent enough to understand what's going on."
Whitepaw shook her head. "No, you do not understand a thing about what's going on."
"Then explain it to me. Explain why my father and everyone else in this camp are lying to me."
Whitepaw's mouth open and closed, but no sound emerged. Squirrelpaw snorted. "You are just as clueless as me, are you?" She shook her head. "No, you are worse. You do not realize the level of resent everyone feels towards me. My own farther hates me."
The white apprentice shook her head, but she said nothing, instead storming out of the den.
Squirrelpaw sighed. "They don't matter," she breathed. "Soon enough you shall be away from all of them…you shall never have to think of their lies again."
Not once did she close her eyes, they remained focused on the center of the camp. When cats passed by, either to make dirt or to take up guard duty, Squirrelpaw saw them squirm beneath her crystal gaze. She was aware her eyes were as bright as stars, and all the cats could see them.
She shifted on her bed of moss. Leafpaw and Cinderpelt should be back now. It was black as pitch outside, and nearly all the cats inside ThunderClan were sleeping. Whitepaw's shallow breaths and she slept kept Squirrelpaw calm, but they did not relieve her of all worry.
Eventually, she did enter the engrossing world of slumber, but almost immediately she aroused herself. Ever since her dream about Sandstorm leading her to the cave, her dreams were nightmares. Sometimes, it was a replay of the chase that seemed so long ago, but eventually she was cornered, and the dark cats' turned into her father, her mother and Brambleclaw. There was no golden cat to save her; and just before one of them raked their claws on her neck, she would awaken. The other dream was that creatures that looked like mice, but were three times bigger invaded the camp, killing everyone around her. But they avoided her completely, like she was poisoned. Her teeth and claws could not penetrate their skin, and she would watch, in horror, as Clanmate after Clanmate was killed by the creatures.
She dozed off several times, but each time she was haunted by the dreams and woke on the verge of screaming.
No more sleeping, she commanded herself. She trained her eyes on the fresh-kill pile before her and began to plot her journey with Leafpaw.
Squirrelpaw's sister would definitely gain information from StarClan: A hint as to where the elusive SkyClan might be hiding. They would set off as quickly as possible and never look back. This Clan of liars was poisoning them. They were far beyond these dirty, disgusting cats.
Something crossed the pile, causing a cat-shaped shadow. Squirrelpaw was not frightened in the slightest, but instead felt curiosity grow inside of her. She rose from her bed of moss as loudly as possible, and slunk out of the den.
Because of the darkness, she could not make out the cat's shape, but she confirmed it was definitely a warrior.
The warrior did not take the entrance route, where Graystripe was sitting straight and tall, eying the entrance with as much focus as a cat trying to cross the Thunderpath. The warrior turned just past the Firestar's den and headed off through the bracken and into the woods.
The warrior was making a large amount of ruckus, causing Squirrelpaw to wonder if it was trying to be caught. But, if it was, wouldn't it take an escape nearer Graystripe's post instead of sneaking just before Firestar's den, where the dim light of the moon cast a perfect shadow.
No, the cat was trying to maneuver through the forest as silently as possible, but was failing miserably.
Squirrelpaw hoped that the cat would take a path near the golden oak tree, or at least come close enough to it to allow her a quick glance at it. She counted her steps until she knew she had passed the tree, and her urge to remain unnoticed by the cat she was following concluded abruptly. She meandered directly onto a large, rotting branch, and it cracked loudly.
The cat turned, and the ginger she-cat caught a glance of amber eyes. Almost immediately the gaze softened, quelling its fiery enragement to a dull anger.
"Squirrelpaw," Brambleclaw whispered. "What are you doing here?" His voice hardened. "I thought your father told you to stay away from me."
"I can do whatever I wish," she hissed in return. "And I do not listen to everything my father tells me."
"Oh, really? So why don't you explain your actions after your apprentice ceremony, when your father convinced you I, like my father, was plotting to kill him and control all of the clans?"
"I don't listen to him anymore."
He grunted. "Anyway, what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be asleep, or plotting your escape from ThunderClan?"
"What?" She croaked. "How did you find out?"
"You basically screamed it to the entire camp earlier."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you care?"
His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and he grunted repeatedly before he managed to form words. "Um—ThunderClan does care about you, Squirrelpaw."
"ThunderClan doesn't matter."
Again, he looked like he was going to say something, but no sounds emerged.
"Now, where are you going?" Squirrelpaw questioned.
"Why does it matter? Go back to camp."
"Oh, you mean go back to camp and tell Firestar that you're out sneaking in the woods, hm?"
"Go." He growled.
"Thanks for the offer, but I do believe I'd rather follow you."
His eyes narrowed, becoming slivers of light in the dark forest. "Fine, but please try to stay silent."
"Oh, you mean as silent as you were?"
He turned and continued on his way, Squirrelpaw snickering behind him, just low enough for her laughter to be hidden by the sudden of Brambleclaw's paws shuffling through the dead leaves on the ground.
They continued on through the tenebrous forest, and after a few short minutes the path opened up.
Squirrelpaw's eyes widened. The ground before her was trampled, only a few blades of dead grass penetrated the ground. Four oaks surrounded the trodden ground, towering up to the moon. A large gray rock was just before Squirrelpaw, over ten fox-tails high.
Squirrelpaw's eyes shifted from the trees to the rock to the trodden floor repeatedly, as though she would never be able to soak in all of her surroundings.
Brambleclaw advanced to the center of the circle. He looked back to see Squirrelpaw standing still at the entrance.
"What?" He asked. "Have you never seen the Fourtrees?"
Squirrelpaw shook her head, facing him. "Dustpelt never got the opportunity to show it to me, and I have never gone to a Gathering." (A/N: Right? She hasn't gone to the Fourtrees yet in this story…I can't really remember. If I have, please tell me in a review so I can fix this part.)
Brambleclaw nodded. "Ah, yes, you are correct. It slipped from my mind."
She advanced towards him. "No, it's not your fault."
A sudden rustling in the woods in front of her caused her fur to stand on end.
A dark tortoiseshell she-cat emerged. Squirrelpaw raised her haunches, gritting her teeth. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Brambleclaw. He was perfectly relaxed, and his eyes were glowing.
He advanced to the she-cat, and they touched noses. Squirrelpaw relaxed, but she continued to glare at the she-cat.
"Who is this?" The she-cat questioned, nodding her head in my direction.
"Oh, this is Squirrelpaw," Brambleclaw introduced her. "Squirrelpaw, this is my sister, Tawnypelt."
Tawnypelt nodded again. "Ah, so this is Firestar's daughter. I've heard so much about you in the past Gatherings, I am relieved to see that you are well." He turned back to her brother. "But why have you brought her with you?"
"She found me on my way here, and she insisted on following me. It was either having her come along or her rat me out to Firestar."
"Yes, that would be bad. His trust for you would certainly diminish even further."
Squirrelpaw stared at Brambleclaw's back, hoping he would be able to sense her gaze. When he did not, Tawnypelt spoke.
"Brambleclaw," she said. "I believe Squirrelpaw wants to talk to you."
Brambleclaw turned to Squirrelpaw, and Tawnypelt took several considerate steps backward to keep her from hearing their conversation.
"Yes?" the tabby warrior asked.
"Is Tawnypelt really your sister?"
He nodded. "Yes, she chose to live in ShadowClan after the mess with BloodClan before you were born. She's a warrior."
More brambles scratched, and the two ThunderClan cats turned their heads to see two cats emerge. Squirrelpaw immediately identified them as Stormfur and Feathertail, Graystripe's RiverClan kits whom she had met on her first day of apprenticeship.
Brambleclaw lightly touched his tail on her flank, urging her forward. She proceeded towards the siblings, who were speaking with Tawnypelt.
Their conversation ceased when Squirrelpaw came into view. Feathertail's eyes widened.
"Squirrelpaw," she said, surprised. "I have not seen you for so long. I was so worried when Firestar made the announcement of your apprenticeship, but you were not here. I felt my heart stop when he told us that you were injured and your teaching postponed. I have been praying to StarClan every night for your health."
Squirrelpaw nodded, awkwardness growing inside of her. "Oh, um thank you."
Stormfur nodded numbly in her direction.
"Why has Stormfur come with you?" Brambleclaw asked.
"I could not keep the dream from him," she responded. "He swore he'd come to protect me."
Another rustling in the bushes, and a small black tom emerged. His blue eyes searched the Fourtrees warily. He stepped cautiously towards us.
"Oh, hello Crowpaw," Tawnypelt greeted him.
He questioned my presence and Stormfur's and when his questioned were answered they all began to discuss a dream. I decided it best not to question anything, instead gathering the clues and pulling the picture together.
The five of them were going to leave the Clans.
On their way back to ThunderClan camp, Squirrelpaw demanded all the details from Brambleclaw. He fulfilled her request with minimal reluctance.
"So, you really are leaving, aren't you?"
He shrugged. "I suppose, but we are not abandoning the Clans, like what you are planning to do with Leafpaw." His tone was not mocking, but understanding. "We are simply traveling to find a place for us to stay, for when the Twolegs invade our territory."
"Right," Squirrelpaw responded, scarcely hearing the tom's voice. She was counting her steps.
After a short while, she stopped. Brambleclaw noticed her cease in motion almost immediately, and turned back to look at her.
"What is it?"
"Follow me," she said, motioning her tail in the denser section of the woods, away from ThunderClan Camp. "I want to take you to my favorite place."
He sighed, but she could sense the light tone. "Alright, but we should hurry before the dawn patrol comes."
She laughed and began weave slowly through the forest, walking very sluggishly to allow Brambleclaw time to squish his broad shoulders through large, thorny bracken. When he emerged, he was grumbling to himself angrily. Squirrelpaw laughed, and Brambleclaw opened his mouth to hiss something at her when he noticed the large tree behind her.
"Wow…," he whispered, stepping closer to the golden oak.
"I know," Squirrelpaw responded. "I stumbled upon this place a while ago, and I've been as attracted to it as a bee it to honey, or Dustpelt to Ferncloud."
Bramblelclaw chuckled. His eyes were scanning the tree up and down. "It is beautiful," he turned to her. "But why is this your favorite place?"
Squirrelpaw laughed, and poured her heart out to Brambleclaw, allowing all her secrets and feelings to ride the wind that was ruffling their fur. He listened intently, never once interrupting, only nodding occasionally, at the perfect times. She told him everything, all the way back to when she first discovered the tree to when she was chased by the black creatures and the dream she shared with Leafpaw. All leading up to her encounter with Brambleclaw in the woods.
When she finished, he nodded knowingly. "I can see why that could have forced you into the state of depression you were in earlier."
She turned around, her skin heating. "You don't understand."
"No," he responded, causing her to turn around. "I do. I was just as curious as you are: curious about my father. I did not know about his relationship with ThunderClan or with his plot for the Clans until later, and I sincerely doubted everything. I wanted to be closer to him, far closer. I even ran away to be with him once."
"What?" She asked, astonished.
He laughed. "Yes, it's true. I didn't get very far, because just before the camp, I heard him speaking to the Clan. He was revealing his plans for the Clans, and his alliance with BloodClan. That was proof that what Firestar and the rest of ThunderClan had said was true, but I am still curious." Brambleclaw shuffled his paws on the ground. "I sometimes wish I knew him better, before any of the BloodClan ruckus arose."
Squirrelpaw nodded, laughing quietly. "I guess I was being selfish, wasn't I?"
"Hm? How were you being selfish?"
"I am not the only cat to grow up without a parent," she said. "You and Tawnypelt didn't have your father, and Stormfur and Feathertail's mother died giving birth to them as well. I haven't even been worrying about my own sister during this time."
Brambleclaw shrugged. "Don't worry about it: selfishness comes naturally to us all. Realizing your selfishness and working to mend it is was what makes you strong."
She laughed. "That's a stupid saying."
"Well, you can plug in any words you want, selfishness, haughtiness, ignorance."
They broke out into uncontrollable laughter. Squirrelpaw's sides hurt after only a few seconds, for she had not laughed so hard in very long.
They spent the entire night chattering about useless things, relationships within the Clan, issues plaguing the other Clans, and Squirrelpaw's apprenticeship. She vowed to Brambleclaw that she would have her ticks removed by Cinderpelt and resume her training in the morning.
The sun was beginning to rise, and the two were on their way around the camp to the place where dung as made, as to slink into camp without someone wondering what was going on. The rising sun and its beautiful colors stunt Squirrelpaw's eyes momentarily, but she smiled giddily. She was as happy as a mouse at the beginning of New Leaf.
She looked ahead of her at Brambleclaw's back. His fur looked lighter in the light, and she watched his shoulder blades bob up and down with each step he took. His tail tickled her nose occasionally.
She swallowed, gathering her strength. "Brambleclaw?"
He did not stop, nor did her turn to look at her. "Yes?"
"I—er—I am going with you," she announced weakly.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to this new place with you, Tawnypelt, Crowpaw, Feathertail and Stormfur."
He stopped, turning his head to look back at her. "Squirrelpaw, it's dangerous."
The ginger apprentice shook her head. "I don't care."
"What about your plan with Leafpaw?" He asked, questioning her every move.
"I do not have to leave," she said. "The two of us don't have to go at all. We are perfectly aware that the two of us have a connection; it could simply be that one of us was having the dream, and the other, using the connection, shared the dream with the first. It does not have to mean anything specific."
His amber eyes narrowed, darkening. "Are you certain?"
She nodded. "Yes, I am coming with you; whether by force or if you invite me."
"Alright," he said, turning back around and continuing on toward camp. The apprentice smiled and leaped forward to catch up with him.
Squirrelpaw took a deep breath before she passed through the lichen blanketing the entrance to the medicine cat's den. Cinderpelt was rolling up small, blue berries in leaves. She turned toward Squirrelpaw and nodded slightly before returning to her work. Leafpaw was sitting by her, watching her mentor fold the leaves with expert care. She did not acknowledge her sister.
It was only when Cinderpelt nosed the leaves toward Leafpaw did any of them move. Leafpaw picked up the leaves and turned around to see Squirrelpaw. Her eyes lit up. She nodded at her in a way of saying "I'll be back in a moment" before skipping cheerily out of the den.
Cinderpelt twisted to face her. "Ah, Squirrelpaw," she greeted. "What have you come here for?"
Anger boiled inside the apprentice, but she calmed herself down. The medicine cat had questioned Squirrelpaw incessantly on the state of her fur for the beginning to her rest. Majority of the time Squirrelpaw ignored the gray she-cat, the other times yowling sourly at her. Cinderpelt had ceased her questionings only a few sun-rises ago.
"I've come to get these ticks removed," she said breathlessly.
The medicine cat nodded. "Good, good, allow me a moment to gather some mouse bile, would you?"
Squirrelpaw nodded. Cinderpelt turned and limped slowly to the cubicles in the wall, rummaging through the countless remedies.
"Ah, here," Cinderpelt turned back around, a stick in her mouth with some odd substance at the end. It smelled so horrible and strong that she was amazed the cats in StarClan were not coughing, and that Cinderpelt was not vomiting on the spot. Squirrelpaw would not blame her if she did.
She teetered to Squirrelpaw, looking akin to a kit not used to the concept of walking yet. With the stick, she prodded at the ticks on Squirrelpaw's body. They fell off instantaneously. Soon enough, her skin was free of the blood-sucking mongrels.
When she finished, Leafpaw entered the den.
"Ah, Leafpaw," Cinderpelt said. "You wouldn't mind cleaning your sister's fur, would you? I must run down to the river (A/N:…By this I am referring to the ThunderClan-RiverClan border, that is the only body of water in ThunderClan territory, right?) and wash my paws."
Leafpaw nodded. Cinderpelt stepped out of the den. When her mentor was gone, Leafpaw began to laugh.
Squirrelpaw's eyes widened. "What's so funny?"
"Only the fact that you are here," she responded. "Though I cannot say I'm not glad you finally came to see us; you're fur was so riddled with ticks that if another day had passed you probably would have died from blood-loss."
Squirrelpaw's blood turned to ice. "I—is that true?"
Leafpaw shook her head, her body shaking from laughter. "No, I am simply joking." She stepped forward and began to comb Squirrelpaw's fur with her claws.
Leafpaw was trying to control her happiness, which caused Squirrelpaw to feel joy rise in her. Her sister is happy, and so is she. But there is still something plaguing her.
She would have to tell Leafpaw of her plans to abandon their journey to the mysterious SkyClan and instead leave with Brambleclaw and the others to, in his own words, "save the Clans."
"So," Leafpaw began, unaware of the sudden discomfort that pounced upon her sister. "I spoke to Spottedleaf yesterday."
Squirrelpaw's ears perked. "What happened?" She asked. The words were acid in her mouth.
"She told me everything we already knew, basically; except that it was up to us to save SkyClan."
'Oh great," Squirrelpaw thought. She opened her mouth to explain the situation to the medicine cat apprentice, but she continued.
"I was thinking we should leave as soon as possible," she said as the pulled a hitchhiker from Squirrelpaw's fur. "Leafbare is coming far too quickly and we cannot leave during that cold season. Not today, nor tomorrow, but maybe in two or three sunrises." She ran her claws along Squirrelpaw's back. "What do you think?"
Squirrelpaw sighed. "Leafpaw, I don't know how to tell you this…,"
She was cut off. "You should not be afraid of what you have to say," Leafpaw said. "We are both going through the same thing, and helping each other along is obviously the better route to take."
"But that's the problem, Leafpaw."
"How so?"
She shook her head. "Is it possible it's all just in our heads?"
Leafpaw blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"The dream: isn't it possible that one of us was dreaming that and, through our mental connection, the other also received the dream?"
Leafpaw removed her hands from her sister's body and took a step back. "What do you mean?"
"What if we're just overdramatizing this?" Squirrelpaw asked her sister. "It might not be some sign from StarClan; just a dream."
Leafpaw shook her head. "No! What's wrong with you? Just a few days ago you were obsessed with this plan."
"So you liked me better when I was insane?" Squirrelpaw hissed.
"No!" She repeated furiously. "It's just that…I thought we were going to do this together."
Squirrelpaw's jaw opened. "What? You're going to go without me?"
"Of course!" She yowled passionately. "I am not going to give up on this as easily as you—no, I won't give up at all." She turned around at sat at the mouth of the cave. "I would rather die than give up on this."
"Tell me why you think this is real," Squirrelpaw demanded. "Tell me why you are persistent with this."
"Explain to me the beasts—the shadow cats that chased you and the voice that you heard that warned you about the Thunderpath. All the dreams! I chased an ancient tom through the forest, which ran faster than the monsters on the Thunderpath. Explain that to me!"
Squirrelpaw's mouth opened repeatedly, but no sounds emerged.
Leafpaw turned her head towards the door of the den. The sunlight that slipped in through the lichen revealed the curiosity in her amber eyes, which were usually calm pools of patience. After a few minutes, Leafpaw bobbed her head, motioning for her sister to leave the den.
Squirrelpaw spun around and passed through the lichen. Just outside the den Leafpaw stopped her with her voice.
"I'm leaving tomorrow night. Make sure you keep Firestar and Cinderpelt calm when I'm gone."
After speaking to a disgruntled Brambleclaw, Squirrelpaw discovered that the two parties—one of the five cats, plus her, to the future home of the Clans; the second Leafpaw and the wind. Brambleclaw's troupe met during the night, when Squirrelpaw was shifting in her bed of moss, and, because of incidents with Twolegs, are leaving early. She skipped out on telling Brambleclaw about her sister's situation, the warrior probably believed that they had settled the situation; if he cared at all.
The next night came quickly, far quicker than Squirrelpaw wanted. She was trying to catch just a wink of sleep when Brambleclaw rapped on the apprentice's den. Squirrelpaw opened her eyes and Brambleclaw's amber eyes blinked at her, beacons in the night. She rose from the nest, nodded at him and the two departed into the forest.
Only Tawnypelt was absent. The night was cold, their furs shifting in the wind. Squirrelpaw shivered as she and Brambleclaw walked over to where Stormfur, Feathertail and Crowpaw were huddled together. Crowpaw was not as phased form the wind as us, but he was still uncomfortable.
The moon reflected off Stormfur's eyes. "What is taking her so long?"
Brambleclaw shrugged, but Squirrelpaw could see his fur prickle. "She might have encountered someone on her way out of the camp and had to get rid of them."
"Let's just leave," Crowpaw snarled.
"No," Brambleclaw shook his head. "It's either all of us or none of us; we'll wait."
And thus, we waited.
A sound in the bushes from the ThunderClan sighed caused us all to jump, and the warriors among us to immediately crouched into a fighting position. Brambleclaw hissed and Stormfur growled, but Feathertail was silent.
Leafpaw emerged from the trees. Her eyes were wide, and they traveled through the Fourtrees. They scanned over us for a split second, and then swerved back to me. They hung on me, and immediately hardened.
"What are you doing here?" She snarled before she coughed mockingly. "Don't tell me you've abandoned our mother's mission for his," at the final word, she motioned her head to Brambleclaw.
"What are you doing?" Squirrelpaw felt stupidity rush into her as she parroted her sister's words.
"Where do you think? I'm going to SkyClan of course! I'm not going to abandon Sandstorm like you are now."
Brambleclaw leaned closer to my head and whispered into my ear, "Squirrelpaw, what is going on? What is SkyClan?"
He obviously spoke louder than he had intended, for Leafpaw heard as well. "Oh so you haven't told him? You haven't told him all our secrets?"
"Leafpaw, I—"
"No!" She yowled. "I don't want to listen to you anymore! You're self-destructive; you're filled with angst and hatred at the entire world."
"What in the name of StarClan is going on?" Crowpaw questioned loudly.
"Why don't you ask Squirrelpaw, you should get everything out of her before she bails on you as well?"
A force to her back caused Squirrelpaw to spring forward, nearer her sister. She turned behind her to see Brambleclaw staring at her with frightened eyes.
"Brambleclaw…," she whispered.
He took a step forward. "Whatever you're doing, it seems to be just as important as our mission," he began, "if not more. Leafpaw cannot do this on her own, she needs you."
"But—" she began, but the warrior shook his head.
"Go," he commanded her. His eyes softened until they were brimmed with happiness. "Have fun."
She laughed before she turned to her sister. "Leafpaw, I—"
The medicine-cat apprentice shook her head. She looked up at Squirrelpaw with amber eyes that appeared brighter than the moon. "Are you coming or not?"
Iceclaw14: Ah…how adorable. That's kinda like how my sister and I are, one moment were in this huge fight, and I'll try to apologize to her but before I can get the words out of my mouth she asks me something completely irrelevant, like it never happened. Yes…sisters, they are weird beasties. This chapter didn't take me long to write, but I procrastinated a lot. I watched a lot of YouTube: charlieissocoollike, nerimon, hayleyghoover, and the wrock band "The Remus Lupins." So yeah I've kept myself busy. And I did NaNoWriMo this November, I won! YAY! I don't want to explain NaNoWriMo to you guys, because I want to get this chapter up, but please try doing it next year. It is really inspirational and a whole lot to fun, and you can add me as your buddy, YAY! Which will give me one…XD. Well, I'll see you guys later! BIAZ!