Author's Note- Well, you'll really enjoy this chapter. *laughs evilly* Well, now Enjoy!
Disclamer- I DO NOT own Warriors
The two friends followed Riverstrike into the den. Nests of moss were scattered everywhere. The two of them simply lay down in the corner to sleep.
Drabbles of many conversations reached the den.
..."So, do you think Reedstar will be OK?"
"Yeah, he's a strong leader"...
..."Did you see all the blood?"
"It was horrible!"...
..."Are you ok, Sunpetal?"
"Of course! You should've seen the other cat!"...
..."You should get some rest"
"I have to watch over Reedstar"...
..."Oh. Well do you know who survived?"
"No. I'm not really sure anymore. It's been a while"...
Soon, though, Frosty drifted into sleep.
"Frosty! Frosty, wake up! Get up ya lazy lump 'o fur!"
Someone was shaking Frosty awake. They were not being very gentle either.
"Ugh! Let me sleep!"
"Open your eyes you losy piece of fox-dung!"
A raggled tabby tom was standing over Frosty. His scent was not of any in the clan Frosty knew of.
"Wh-who are you?", Frosty gasped, the cat's fur sparkled like stars.
"Heh. My name is Mudtail. You were thinking of Tumblefoot's words when you fell asleep, weren't you?", the tabby responded
"You're a cat from the StarClan he told me about!", Frosty's eyes widened, "You're-you're dead!"
"When did ya figgur' that out", Mudtail smirked, "You're not very bight are ya?"
"Hey! I helped save Reedstar!"
"Not in time though. He's runnin' out 'o lives", Mudtail turned away, "Follow me"
The two of them padded past the other sleeping warriors and out into the clearing. Tumblefoot slept next to Reedstar, quietly snoring.
"Eh. I guess I'll be leaving now", Mudtail muttered.
"Wait! Why did you come here in the first place?", Frosty asked.
Smiling Mudtail began to fade.
"The surging river will down the proud sparrow. The nearby reeds waver under the force of the stream. In the end the unstabile feet will fall into the winter snow"
Frosty suddenly bolted awake, panting. The cool moonlight seeped into the den. Nothing seemed wrong...not yet at least. The dream was ringing in his ears, Mudtail's words holding horrible untold meaning. Whatever was coming it wasn't good. He had to tell Tumblefoot.
Rain had slowly beagn falling, washing away the cllaw marks and blood of the battle. Tumblefoot still lay next to his leader, quietly cleaning his fur. Frosty bound over to him.
"Tumblefooot! I-I have to talk to you!", Frosty stammered.
As the medicine cat look up and met his gaze, it was clear he too was worried.
"Danger is coming. I haven't known you long, but it is clear you are to join our clan", Tumblefoot's voice seemed hollow and tired.
"Wh-What? I-I can't abandon my friends like that! We-we havve a mission to finish! We have to find a place with no wars!", Frosty was confused by what Tumblefoot said and angry that he was expected to give up his friends.
"I don't expect you to accept or decline my offer now, no no. Take a few days to think about it then come to me. I won't be disappionted if you decline", the medicine cats words echoed through the air before vainishig.
"I-I need a walk", Frosty stumbled out into the forest and headed toward the river.
Should I stay?, he thought,But what about Shingle, Harpy, her kits, Spider and Thomas and his kits? Frosty sat down and stared into the river. It's not that I'd abandon these cats if they need me, but... Frosty was thinking so deeply that he didn't hear someone come up behind him. But what if they DO need me? What if by leaving I'm sending them to their death! Suddenly something hit him on the back of the head. Air wooshed by then water flowed around him. The river's roar was deafining. The water was pushing the air from Frosty's lungs. A rock skimmedd his back. The water beagn to swirl. Then, without warning, the river felt like it was falling. With a jolt Frosty realized what happened. He'd fallen off a waterfall...
"Hey Shingle, did you see Frosty leave last night?", when Spider had awoken he'd been alone in the den.
"Huh? Uh, no I didn't. Well, he did talk to Tumblefoot, but I didn't think he left", Shingle glanced around then continued, "Why don't we ask Tumblefoot
Spider nodded and they strode over to Tumblefoot.
"Hey Tumblefoot, did Frosty leave camp last night?"
Tumblefoot hesitated, then replied:
"Well, yes, he went for for a walk. Has he not returned?"
"Walk? Where?", the news worried Shingle, there could still be rouges around.
"Not sure"
"Who's best at tracking?"
"Cloudstream"
"Could you get him?"
"Of course", with the Tumblefott raced of, only to return a moment later with the white warrior following.
"Tumblefoot told me you're looking for your friend", CLoudstrem mewed, his voice calm.
"Yes, I need your help", Shingle thought he saw a glint in the tom's eye, but ignored it.
"Ok let's see if we can find a trail"
The small group left the camp and soon foud faint pawprints in the wet ground. They headed toward the river. Without a word the party walked on. At the edge of the river, another pair of pawprints appeared. They met the first set, Frosty's, at the river. Only one led away.
"I'm sorry. Someone must have seen him and pushed him in", there was sorry in the white tom's mew.
"He could've gotten out", deperation filled Shingles voice.
"No. The river leads straight to a waterfall. He wouldn't have time", Tumblefoot whispered, words filled with greif
Shingle stood staring into the river's depths, wishing it wasn't true. The prints that left the bank, he thought rapidly, They HAD to be Frosty's! He can't be dead! But that wasn't convincing. The trail from the camp had disappeared over the edge, the other led away. Frosty wouldn't leave, he would've come back. It was a devistating reality: Frosty was gone.
Author's Note- Did you enjoy it? Maybe not, but it was a good ending, huh? Reveiw or I'll never update! Mwahahaha!