I would like to send a quick thank you to Broken of Towering Trees. I used your OC Sparrowpaw in here and I really like him. He may become a major player in this story! Don't worry, if he does, I won't change his warrior name. (It really fits him.)
Chapter Nine
"I could ask you the same!" Nightstream growls, bristling as she pads forward. Her tail is held low and sweeping. Blueflame nudges Fiercepaw to the side, herding her.
"That tail signal means to spread out." He whispers to her and she listens instantly, putting aside her annoyance at her mentor as she follows the patrol leaders orders.
"What is that supposed to mean!?" The ginger tom growls angrily.
"That is Fastclaw, the deputy of BreezeClan." Blueflame meows lowly and Fiercepaw nods, her wide silver gaze locked on the enemy warriors. A vicious looking silver she-cat with amber eyes snarls at Swanfang, who is bristling angrily.
"Featherfall! Back up!" Fastclaw orders the silver she-cat. She reluctantly backs up and moves by a smaller tom. He has a sleek silver pelt with darker silver-gray stripes that look a bit like feathers and royal blue eyes. They look like mother and son. He is standing by a yellow tom with grey eyes. Probably the mentor.
"I meant what I said, Fastclaw. I want to know what you and your Clan have been hunting on our territory for!" Nightstream demands angrily.
"We never have!" Fastclaw snarls back and Nightstream rolls her eyes.
"Then why have we found blood, fur and BreezeClan scent?" She challenges, gesturing with her tail for Boulderpaw and Hawkstorm to move to the side. Fastclaw's eyes widen when he sees the proof. His pelt starts bristling for an entirely different reason as some of the hostility leaves his gaze to be replaced by suspicion.
"May we come over and scent it?" He questions, flicking his tail at his clanmates. They stop bristling and baring their teeth but the wary, mistrustful look remains.
"You and one other." Nightstream allows and Fastclaw gestures for the yellow tom to move forward.
"May I bring my apprentice, Sparrowpaw?" The yellow tom asks respectfully and Nightstream nods as he brings the sliver tom forward. Sparrowpaw walks past Fiercepaw with a mocking grin and Fiercepaw hisses at him. His royal blue eyes widen with shock and she tosses her head arrogantly as Boulderpaw and Goldenpaw flank her, bristling angrily at the BreezeClan cat. He narrows his brilliant blue eyes but follows after his mentor anyway.
"Hmph. Arrogant tom." Fiercepaw hisses after him, Goldenpaw and Boulderpaw nodding in agreement.
"Lightningpaw is going to be so mad he wasn't here for this!" Goldenpaw crows loudly and Fiercepaw laughs, nudging her shoulder playfully.
"We can tell him later. You know, when he is enjoying a robin or mouse." Fiercepaw meows back with a wicked gleam in her silver eyes. Goldenpaw and Fiercepaw start laughing quietly, their heads ducked together and their paws over their mouths. Goldenpaw's golden with black-streaked fringe is twined with Fiercepaw's black with silver-streaked fringe and they look close as littlermates.
"Honeypaw is going to be so jealous!" Boulderpaw says and the two she-cats turn to him, a hint of hostility glimmering in their green and silver eyes.
"Is she?" Fiercepaw asks innocently while Goldenpaw hides her laughter.
"Yeah! She wanted to go by the MoonClan border because she wants to be Chosen after she finishes her warrior training but she also has always wanted to be part of a border incident." Boulderpaw explains and Fiercepaw hides a frown at the mention of MoonClan. Fierce anger burns in her chest as she unsheathes her claws but seeing the concerned look aimed at her by Goldenpaw, Fiercepaw forces herself to relax.
"I'm never being Chosen." Fiercepaw announces and Boulderpaw looks at her with shock.
"If they Chose you, you have to go." He insists and she rolls her silver eyes, knowing the rules but stubbornly meaning what she said. Why would she willingly go to live with MoonClan? That is where Darkflame lives. The one who could tempt her mother away from StormClan.
That is where Winterstar lives.
The one that didn't even bother to send a warrior escort with them as they left the territory.
"I recognize this scent." Fastclaw announces, turning and looking at his Clan-mates. "Mudstrike-" A brown tom dappled with orange moves forward. "-Send word to Runningstar. Tell him to bring an escort with Rabbitswipe." Fastclaw orders and he dipped his head respectfully.
"Wait. How do I know you aren't just bringing an enemy patrol for a battle?" Nightstream asked suspiciously. Fastclaw bristled but even he could see the sense in what she was saying.
"Blossomfall (a black she-cat with white splotches on her pelt), Amberfall (the yellow tom with grey eyes), Featherfall and Sparrowpaw will follow after Mudstrike with four of your cats." He says reluctantly and Nightstream nods. Excitement flares in Fiercepaw as she exchanges a wide glance with Goldenpaw. Leaning forward, they kneaded the ground with their paws but Nightstream turns to Boulderpaw.
Disappointment flares in the two she-cats and their tails droop.
"Should have known." Fiercepaw mutters, straightening and refusing to look at her mother.
"Just like Honeypaw. He is always the one picked first." Goldenpaw meowed bitterly, completely in agreement.
Nightstream paused, seeing the bitterness in her daughter and her new friend. Looking at Boulderpaw, she feels a little flash of guilt for putting him above her kit. Making her decision, Nightstream pads forward.
"Blueflame, you and Fiercepaw will go. And Goldenpaw, you and Swanfang will go." Excitement flares in the two 'paws and they straighten, puffing their chests with pride.
"I've never been to another Clan's territory!" Goldenpaw exclaims, leaping to her paws. Mrowing happily, Fiercepaw rises to her silver-dipped paws and shivers with glee. Mudstrike nods at his deputy and then whirls around, racing off to his Clan. Blueflame and Swanfang step over the border line, causing the BreezeClan warriors gathered to bristle automatically. Fiercepaw refuses to cower though, her silver eyes gleaming as she carefully and delicately steps onto BreezeClan territory with Goldenpaw.
Trying desperately not to trip over her own paws, Fiercepaw pads over to Blueflame's side.
The elegant blue tom licks her ear soothingly and Fiercepaw leans into his lean side, forgiving him instantly. Blueflame's orange eyes gleam as he nods at the BreezeClan cats.
"Try and keep up." Amberfall boasts and then with a bunching of his muscles, he is racing off with Featherfall and Sparrowpaw flanking him. Blueflame hurries after them, lengthening his stride. Glancing to the side, he can see Fiercepaw's longing to go faster and he laughs a little.
"Go ahead." He says and glee glows in her silver eyes as she lengthens her stride, going faster.
The wind combs through her fur in a way that makes Fiercepaw feel free as she bunches her muscles powerfully, launching herself forward. Loping faster, Fiercepaw feels happiness burst inside of her as the horizon stretches out in front of her. She feels so free right now, without anything blocking her view or tripping her paws. Truly, nothing can boost her happiness more than running freely like this can.
The BreezeClan cats are closer now as Fiercepaw digs her paws in the ground, racing faster. Her laughter is torn away by the wind as a pleasant burn starts up in her muscles. This is what feeling alive is. A flash of brown fur darts away and Fiercepaw instinctively veers to chase the rabbit as Sparrowpaw drops back to chase it also. Shooting her a competitive look, Sparrowpaw silently challenges her to a race.
Gleefully nodding, Fiercepaw pours on a little more speed, still not even going her fastest.
The rabbit veers, trying to escape the two 'paws but Fiercepaw waves her tail, gesturing for Sparrowpaw to go left while she goes right. He follows and the rabbit veers towards Fiercepaw. Lunging forward, she bears her gleaming white fangs as she lets loose a dangerous growl. Its tiny mind driven thoughtless with fear, the rabbit leaps right in Sparrowpaw's path.
With a graceful lunge, the silver tom is almost suspended in air, his silver pelt gleaming in the sunlight as he lands and bites down on the rabbits neck. Instantly, it falls still as he makes the killing blow. Panting happily, Fiercepaw slows down and trots to him. His blue eyes gleam with excitement as he looks up from his fresh kill.
"Nice catch!" Fiercepaw calls admiringly and Sparrowpaw puffs up with pride as the other BreezeClan cats trot over.
"Good job, Sparrowpaw!" Featherfall says happily, licking his ear and completely ignoring Fiercepaw. She doesn't let it bother her though as she sits back on her haunches. This isn't her Clan.
"Good job, a few of our apprentices couldn't have pulled off a catch like that." Amberfall meowed to her before moving over to Sparrowpaw. The silver apprentice looks a little embarrassed but proud. His feathery stripes gleam under the sun as he rises and ducks his head down to pick up his kill.
"Wow! I didn't know you could run so fast!" Goldenpaw exclaimed, finally catching up with Blueflame and Swanfang. Fiercepaw puffed up with pride as Blueflame nodded approval at her.
"It was fun!" Fiercepaw exclaimed, her silver eyes glowing as they began trotting after the BreezeClan cats. Sparrowpaw tripped over the end of the rabbit and he tumbled forward, landing in front of Fiercepaw. "Need some help?" She meowed teasingly and Sparrowpaw scrambled up, licking his chest quickly in embarrassment.
"Sure." He meowed and Fiercepaw ducked her head down to grasp the rabbit's fluffy round tail in her teeth while Sparrowpaw carried it by the neck. Moving awkwardly forward, the two were constantly tripping, and not because of anything in their path. It was because they were trying to walk as far as possible from each other, which made them crane their necks at an awkward angle, causing the rabbit to sag and drag.
"Walk closer!" Goldenpaw meowed, exasperated as they stumbled for the tenth time. Blueflame glanced back, narrowing his eyes but decided not to say anything. Grumbling under her breath, Fiercepaw rose to her paws and glanced awkwardly over at Sparrowpaw. His bright blue eyes gleamed at her and he nodded.
Padding forward, their pelts brushed together.
Her pelt heating up at walking so close to a tom from another Clan, Fiercepaw avoided looking at Sparrowpaw. Goldenpaw laughed a little and Fiercepaw shot her a glare but couldn't say anything through the rabbit tail in her mouth. Blueflame glanced back periodically while Swanfang was talking to him. The white she-cat bristled a little but understood his need to ensure his 'paw was safe around an enemy Clan.
"Wait til Honeypaw hears your first piece of fresh-kill is a rabbit and on BreezeClan territory!" Goldenpaw exclaims, causing Fiercepaw to laugh through the fluffy tail. "Her first piece of fresh-kill was a tiny mouse!" Laughing, the two she-cats speed up a little with Sparrowpaw. A large tree comes into view, the branches hanging low and surrounded by tall, thick bushes and brambles.
Amberfall glances back once, then leads the way through a the bushes.
The way they overlap fools the eye into thinking there is no opening but there is one big enough to let two cats pad side by side. Her ears pricked forward eagerly, Fiercepaw goes through with Sparrowpaw. Once they emerge on the other side, the cats of BreezeClan stop and turn to look at them. Padding forward with Sparrowpaw, the shadowy she-cat struggles to hide her annoyance at being stared at.
Flicking her silver-tipped ear back, Fiercepaw listens to the sound of Blueflame keeping close with her. It comforts her as she drops the rabbit in the fresh-kill pile and backs up respectfully dipping her head at a long-legged tom with dappled brown, white and black pelt and green eyes.
The two cats flanking him bristle protectively and she flattens her ears, tucking her tail in. Blueflame takes a step forward, a low, protective growl rumbling in his throat. His orange eyes are narrowed angrily, his ears are pressed flat against his head and the fur on his spine is rising as he bristles.
Pressing against his flank, Fiercepaw lowers herself to the ground submissively.
"That's enough." The mottled tom orders, his green eyes sweeping over the small group. "Amberfall, why have you brought these StormClan cats to our territory? To the very heart of our Clan?" Runningstar asks the yellow tom. Dipping his head respectfully, Amberfall gestures for Mudstrike to step forward.
"Did you receive the message from Mudstrike?" He asks and Runningstar nods.
"I did. I take it Fastclaw did not change his mind?" Runningstar asks, sighing when Amberfall nods respectfully. "I must go to our border with StormClan." Runningstar announces and a sleek brown queen bristles a little, sweeping a small dappled brown kit closer to herself as she narrows icy blue eyes suspiciously. "I will be taking Badgerclaw (a ginger and grey tom with blue eyes), Rabbitswipe (white and grey she-cat with green eyes and the prey-stealer), her apprentice Briarpaw (a dappled grey and yellow tom with golden eyes) and Cedarscar (a dark brown tom with a long scar on his cheek.)
Her silver eyes widening at the last cat, Fiercepaw exchanges an awed look with Goldenpaw. Cedarscar is a senior warrior that is known for his skill in battle. The only cat who has ever beaten him in a fight is Lionstar, the cat that gave him the scar on his cheek when he was a deputy.
To be able to see such a legendary warrior outside of a Gathering Tournament...it is amazing.
Runningstar walks to the hedge entrance with his eight cats. Exchanging looks, Blueflame trots after them. Fiercepaw and Goldenpaw hurry after him with Swanfang bringing up the rear. Unlike on the way to the BreezeClan camp, the run is all business. Still though, Fiercepaw enjoys the wind ruffling her black fur as they race back to the border. When they get closer, she catches scent of their Clan-mates and exchanges an excited look with Goldenpaw.
"Lightningpaw!" Fiercepaw calls out and while the BreezeClan cats slow down, the StormClan cats continue over the invisible border line. Barreling into the large white and silver tom, Fiercepaw laughs as he yowls with shock. "When did you get here?" Fiercepaw asks brightly, hopping off of him and circling him.
"Longclaw and I were passing by this way when Nightstream told us what you guys found. Is that Cedarscar?" Lightningpaw asks incredulously and Fiercepaw mrows with laughter, trying to muffle it when she sees Blueflame and Nightstream look their way. Leaning closer to the silver and white tom, Fiercepaw nods.
"Yeah, isn't he even scarier than the stories?" She mews quietly, Goldenpaw nodding in agreement from the other side as they stare at the dark brown tom with fascination. Sparrowpaw watches them curiously, his royal blue eyes curious at what the three apprentices are meowing about.
"But imagine all the battle moves he know!" Goldenpaw meows, her green eyes wide as Runningstar moves over the border line to scent the blood. Rabbitswipe shifts nervously, her white and grey pelt shrinking a little. Fastclaw and the others move to circle her as Runningstar nods.
"That is the scent of one of my cats." He announces, turning a disapproving look on Rabbitswipe.
"Is that his kit?" Fiercepaw meows, noticing their scents are similar.
"Yeah, this doesn't look good for either of them." Lightningpaw mutters.
"Rabbitswipe. What do you have to say for yourself?" Runningstar asks as Hawkstorm bristles, his powerful shoulders rippling with muscles. Without looking, Nightstream rests the tip of her tail on his shoulder in a silent order to stand down. His yellow eyes bright with annoyance, Hawkstorm dips his head.
"I- Father, the rabbit was from our territory!" Rabbitswipe meowed, Briarpaw- her apprentice staring at her with shock.
"You should have left it once you realized it crossed over the border line!" Runningstar meowed angrily and she shrunk closer to the ground, flatting her ears in apology.
"I know but it wasn't until after I killed the rabbit that I realized it was no longer our prey. I panicked! I killed the rabbit and took it back to camp." Rabbitswipe confessed, her pelt shrinking with shame. Briarpaw looked bewildered and Fiercepaw felt a little bad for him. Nudging Goldenpaw, she turned to Lightningpaw.
"Can you imagine if that had been our mentor?" She meowed quietly and Lightningpaw nodded, his amber eyes wide.
"It would never happen." He meowed, conviction in his tone.
"I bet that is what Briarpaw thought before today." Goldenpaw added and Fiercepaw nodded. The apprentices sit side by side, Lightningpaw dwarfing Fiercepaw and Goldenpaw's smaller sizes.
"You have shown you do not have the proper behavior of a mentor. From this day forward, Briarpaw will be mentored by Featherfall. You will be given elder duty for the next three moons and will not be allowed out of camp without an escort." Runningstar meowed, his green eyes darkened with sorrow for his kit.
Rabbitswipe bowed her head, sadness and shame making her tremble. Briarpaw looked even more shocked as Featherfall moved beside him. Glancing wildly between his Clan-mates, the tom's golden eyes were wide with shock. Surprised at the harsh punishment, Fiercepaw bristled.
Prey killing was something that wasn't treated lightly. If a cat stole once, they might be tempted to do it again. And everycat knows that the more you do something, the easier it will get.
"Thank you for your justice, Runningstar." Nightstream dipped her head respectfully to the Clan leader and he nodded back.
"Tell Lionstar that I apologize for the stolen prey." Runningstar said solemnly. "Let's return back to camp!" He called out and led his cats away. Sparrowpaw paused, glancing back. Fiercepaw dipped her head to the side, curiosity stirring in her at the silver-pelted tom.
Then he was gone with the rest of his Clan.
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"I'm glad that is done with!" Sootfire meows the moment the other cats are gone.
"And so will Lionstar. He doesn't like these border skirmishes." Nightstream mutters, moving forward. "We are going to catch up to Skyfang at the MoonClan border, feel free to hunt if you see prey but try to keep up with us." She meows, sweeping her blue eyes over the group.
Fiercepaw is bristling a little, torn between fear and anger at heading towards MoonClan.
A ghostly scent winds around her and Fiercepaw relaxes the slightest bit, sheathing her claws under the influence of Silverpaw. His amber eyes gleam at her from under his silver fringe before he fades away.
"Come on Fiercepaw!" Goldenpaw calls, trotting after Swanfang and the rest of the patrol group. Leaping to her paws and shaking herself out, Fiercepaw catches up to her and promptly trips over a root. Dancing forward a little as she tries to prevent herself from falling, Fiercepaw grunts as she tips over. Goldenpaw stares for a second before bursting into peals of laughter. Lightningpaw glances back and Longclaw nods at him, knowing his 'paw would rather hang back with them.
"You fell again?" He asks and Fiercepaw feels heat flood her pelt as she scrambles to her paws.
"Fox-hearted root." She mutters, kicking at the small root sticking out of the ground. Goldenpaw laughs even harder as Lightningpaw shakes his head.
"I was clumsy but you seem to have a talent for tripping over everything in the forest!" He exclaims, dodging Fiercepaw as she playfully swipes at him. The three apprentices hurry after the group and settle into a trot at the back of the group.
"It's my paws!" Fiercepaw exclaims, looking down at them. The silver fur on her paws gleams in the flashes of sunlight streaming down between the trees branches. "They are larger than my body and I can't help but trip over them! It wasn't so bad before my Apprentice Ceremony but now...there is so much more to trip on!" Fiercepaw meows and Lightningpaw nods as they leap over a small log. Fiercepaw stumbles a little before falling back into a trot.
"You just have to grow into them." Goldenpaw comforts. Fiercepaw snorts, glancing at the graceful white and silver tom beside her.
"I find it hard to think of you as clumsy." She meows and he grins toothily, puffing out his chest arrogantly. Laughing, Goldenpaw swipes at his fringe and he ducks, growling playfully at her.
"I was but I grow fast and it didn't take long for me to fit my paws." Lightningpaw meows and Fiercepaw nods, feeling a little let down.
"I'm not that fast of a grower. Clearly." Fiercepaw grumbles, her too-big ears twitching with every sound she hears. Goldenpaw nudges Fiercepaw's shoulder, the graceful golden apprentice determined to cheer up her shadowy friend.
"One day, you will be breaking hearts with your beauty." Goldenpaw meowed comfortingly. Shooting her a grateful look, Fiercepaw purrs happily.
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Breaking from the treeline, Fiercepaw fell silent at the sight of the ravine.
Funny but she had thought it was bigger, the gap wider than she could cross easily.
~A few tail-lengths from where they stop is a small ravine that a 'paw or full grown warrior could leap easily over. Peering over the edge, Fiercekit and Silverkit's eyes widen as they see how far down it goes. Raising their heads, they look over at the forest on the other side.~
"Are you okay?" Goldenpaw's meow snapping her out of the memory, Fiercepaw nods and walks forward, stopping beside Blueflame. He turns to her, knowing this is a sensitive place for her to be. Dipping his head down, he gave her a swift lick on the ear before looking at the other patrol group.
Swanfang is talking to...Winterstar.
The sleek white she-cat is just as powerful-looking as that frightful night all those moons ago. Her golden eyes gleam in the light and her pelt is ruffled a little by a breeze sweeping over them. Darkflame is flanking her but his eyes are locked on Nightstream, who is talking to Hawkstorm. Nightstream laughs at something the black tom says, turning her head and meeting Darkflame's stare. She freezes, uncertainty showing in her blue eyes.
Fiercepaw wrinkles her nose away from her gleaming fangs, a growl building in her throat.
This tom is dangerous to her mother and father ever getting back together.
Fiercepaw can sense this, deep in her heart.
Boulderpaw meows to Nightstream and the black queen turns away from Darkflame to answer him. Narrowing her silver eyes spitefully at the affection Boulderpaw gets, Fiercepaw tosses her head and ignores them. Blueflame strokes his tail down her side but doesn't say anything, knowing she doesn't want to hear any meows right now.
Leaning into Blueflame's side, Fiercepaw watches curiously as Honeypaw preens. The golden-cream she-cat is listening to something Winterstar is telling her. As the only 'paw among the group, Honeypaw probably thinks that helps her chances of being Chosen. The patrol lead by Nightstream is hanging back by the tree line so they don't interfere or come off as a threat.
"Blueflame, why weren't you Chosen?" Fiercepaw asks curiously, knowing her mentor may be young but he is good at pretty much everything he does.
"I would have been, but they had already Chosen Steelheart (a dark grey tom with white dapples and amber eyes) and Creekstone (a blue tom with golden eyes), my littermate four moons before." Blueflame meowed. and Fiercepaw stared at him with wide silver eyes. That explains it. Everycat knows that MoonClan can only take two 'paws from each Clan every six moons.
"I didn't know you had a littermate!" Fiercepaw exclaims and Blueflame laughs a little, his side moving against hers. Fiercepaw has trained all of her attention on her mentor, something that does not go unnoticed by Winterstar, who just noticed the black and silver apprentice.
"He was my only littermate before my mother died." Blueflame meows, looking down at Fiercepaw. Sensing the peaceful pain in his orange eyes, Fiercepaw reaches up and bats at his nose. Blueflame smiles, nudging her shoulder and nodding over at the MoonClan border. "Winterstar is looking over here." Immediately, Fiercepaw tenses up and her silver eyes become hard. Turning her head, her silver gaze meets Winterstar's golden gaze.
After a moment, the beautiful white she-cat flicks her ear in a hello. Fiercepaw can't help the flare of hostility in herself and she turns her head away without returning the ear-flick.
A snub.
Blueflame watches with bemusement. Fiercepaw has never been the type to be so hostile before. Her interaction with the BreezeClan apprentice, Sparrowpaw has proved that. Flicking his gaze back to Winterstar, Blueflame tilts his head curiously to the side but shrugs it off.
It doesn't matter right now.
MoonClan cannot pick Fiercepaw until she has finished training and that will be in 6 moons. MoonClan will have to pick their two apprentices in the next three moons. That's the way it is. MoonClan will not be allowed to pick Fiercepaw. The only way they could is if Fiercepaw's training is delayed for an extra three moons when their next Choosing will be, something that should never happen.
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Honeypaw follow's Winterstar's gaze.
Fiercepaw.
Of course.
The black and silver apprentice seems to be drawing a lot of attention. The elders adore her. Her mentor seems to be made for her. Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw have welcomed her happily. She even has her own budding Medicine Cat.
Jealously burns in Honeypaw's pelt.
Winterstar should be looking at her with that anticipation. Not the clumsy Fiercepaw.
Hmph.
Even her name is wrong.
Fiercepaw.
More like Mousepaw.
Honeypaw asks a bright question of the gleaming white MoonClan leader, burying her hurt and jealousy away.
For now anyways.
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As Skyfang calls his goodbyes, Fiercepaw turns her steel eyes on Darkflame. He is lingering, catching a last glimpse of Nightstream. Flexing her unsheathed claws, Fiercepaw feels a growl building in her throat. That tom needs to knock it off. Her mother made a choice and he needs to respect that.
"Ready to go?" Blueflame asks, breaking into her darker thoughts. Nodding mutely, Fiercepaw rises to her paws and waits submissively for Blueflame to say goodbye to their Clan-mates. Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw glance worriedly at their friend, seeing her lost in her own world.
Her dark head is lowered, her silver-streaked fringe brushing the ground as she stares sightless at a leaf. Fiercepaw has slipped into one of her moods where darker and sadder thoughts linger. Normally Silverpaw would appear to her at a time like this but his visits to her need to be more limited now that he knows about the danger of visiting her just because.
Fiercepaw raises her head and flicks her tail listlessly in goodbye before following Blueflame into the forest.
As they head to the Prey Clearing, she wishes that her littermate could be here.
~"Silverkit!" She yowls, shaking his limp body as a pain like never before wells up in her heart. Blood coats her paws as she struggles to wake him up, tears clouding her gaze as she wails.~
Shaking her head and stumbling a little, Fiercepaw tries to focus on the trees around her but they feel like they are locking her in.
By herself.
Without Silverpaw.
Alone.
Thanks so much to my reviewers!
WildChild13 - Sorry about the short chapter, I just wanted to get something out for that week. And thank you so much for your comments, they really do help!
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