Chapter 9
Icepelt's POV
Icepelt woke up and looked at Sunfur. His breathing was regular, and she knew that the enthusiastic rusty-colored tom would wake up eventually.
Eagleclaw was in the middle of the warrior's den, and hostility burned off every hair on his body. He was still probably brooding about admitting his love towards Rushingbrook, and her rejection.
I wouldn't do that to him, Icepelt thought acidly. Why won't he give me a chance? He only goes for the 'good girls' and he only ignores me. Why would he go for miss perfect Rushingbrook! There's not a feisty bone in that perfect fox dung's body!
She shifted away from him and stared angrily at the wall.
Eagleclaw moved and stood up, Icepelt knew that, but she never moved even though she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her.
Eagleclaw sighed and walked out, leaving Icepelt and Sunfur the only two cats in the den.
Icepelt sighed, getting up. There was no way that she would look like she had copied Eaglelcaw.
So she sat by Sunfur, prodding the edge of her nest, hating everything about ThunderClan.
Eventually, she knew that there was no possible way to put off getting out of the warriors' den.
She stepped out, and at once she noticed Eagleclaw talking darkly to his apprentice, Beaverpaw.
The small apprentice looked frightened at a huge proportion. His breathing was ragged, he held his body tense, and, most of all, the look on Beaverpaw's face looked like he saw Tigerstar glaring down at him instead of the handsome tom that was both his mentor and his brother.
Eagleclaw hissed something in Beaverpaw's ear, something that made Beaverpaw's eyes grow wide in shock and in fear.
He looked at Eagleclaw with scared and questioning eyes.
Eagleclaw snarled something loud enough for Icepelt to hear. "Just do it or you'll never be a warrior!"
Beaverpaw looked like he was going to wail in pain, frustration, fear, any word Icepelt would choose.
Beaverpaw looked delicately at Icepelt, then padded over to Rushingbrook, and he started talking quickly and quietly to her, his eyes urgent.
Rushingbrook looked almost as surprised as Beaverpaw. She looked at him and murmured frantically. Beaverpaw shook his head.
Icepelt had a flash of intuition that told her to be interested in what they were talking about. If she knew better, if she knew the future, it would have been obvious that she should be very curious about this.
But, she didn't know the future, but she had a flash of a sixth sense, that she could guess whatever they were talking about was very serious.
Beaverpaw looked at Icepelt longingly, but turned around and murmured more to Eagleclaw.
His mentor shook his head, looking skeptical.
Beaverpaw hung his head sadly, but still looked at Icepelt.
Sunfur crept up behind her and muttered in her ear, "Hey Icepelt,"
"What?" Icepelt hissed playfully.
Her brother's eyes sparkled. "I'll bet a moon of Dawn patrols that Beaverpaw is in love with you."
Icepelt almost couldn't hide her shock and astonishment. "Woah," she meowed. "I did not see that coming." No matter how dark a mood she was in, Icepelt could bet that Sunfur would at least make her smile once.
Sunfur flicked his tail by his head, smiling. "Expect the unexpected, sister! Remember that you're talking to me!"
"You have a point." Icepelt shrugged.
"So, do you think that Beaverpaw is in love with you?" Sunfur pressed.
Icepelt cats a fake scathing look at Sunfur. "If he liked me, I wouldn't care about that little twerp anyway; I have bigger prey to eat, so to speak."
Sunfur looked at Icepelt with an incoherent look on his face. "I'm not even going to ask." He decided. "And I cannot believe that you got me hooked on this ridiculous gossip that isn't even true!" He looked at her darkly, a grin on his face. "It would be different if it was true stuff that actually mattered…….."
Beaverpaw slowly walked up to the brother and sister, his legs quivering, and mewed quietly, "H-hi Icepelt, Sunfur."
Sunfur flicked his tail in greeting, and Icepelt looked at Beaverpaw.
The young apprentice hesitated.
"Go on," Icepelt growled.
"D'you guys wanna go hunting with Eagleclaw and me? I'm getting my assessment today!" Beaverpaw looked excited, but only in the way that someone as small and scared could be.
Sunfur looked at Icepelt. "Well, do you?"
"It'll help you two when you have apprentices!" Beaverpaw added quickly.
"Well," Icepelt whispered. "I suppose,"
Beaverpaw's eyes lightened up. "Yeah! You know that he never wanted to do the assessment because he had a lot of important Deputy stuff to do, so I never got a lot of that stuff…..it's great to finally get what an apprentice is about."
Icepelt flinched. If this apprentice was going to babble like bubbling water, she would just ditch him!
Eagleclaw was watching from a distance, his eyes narrowed, suspicious.
Icepelt glared back at him, a dark fury welled up in her stomach. She bared her teeth and whispered to him distance and all, "Why go for Rushingbrook when there's a highly capable possible mate waiting for you right here?"
Eagleclaw gave no sign he noticed.
Icepelt got up and with the small party that was formed, started walking out of the camp.
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Beaverpaw's POV
Beaverpaw sighed heavily when the sparrow he was stalking flew off, squawking loudly, giving a sign that a hunter was there. But he would not—could not—give up now! He was so close to passing the assessment!
Then, a shiver went down his spine, when he was passing the WindClan line. A flash of white blinded him for a second, and then he saw Owlstorm fighting and spitting the TigerClan cats.
Then, the pelt of Eagleclaw flew into the vision, landing right by Owlstorm pushing Webfoot off.
Then, he turned to Owlstorm, the famous Eagleclaw bloodlust in his eyes…….
The vision faded abruptly.
Fear pulsed through Beaverpaw's whole body.
He tried for a vole in the bushes, and he barely got it. His mind was too clouded and he knew the he had to find a way to overcome the fear, the fear of his mentor, his brother….
Beaverpaw was never afraid of Owlstorm, but Eagleclaw was always so disapproving………
Me: hi! I just watched Mr. Happy face on Filmcow, and it is seriously disturbing!
Florence Darky-poo: You don't say! 'Hmm...I'm cutting you Timmy! Hmm…you're so soft! Look how easy my knife is cutting you Timmy!' I must admit, WRONG!
Florence Goody-poo: That…..was….DISGUSTING!!
Me: No, really?
Florence Goody-poo: Who would use a child's blood for syrup?
Me: I dunno…….