Chapter 10 (Cedarheart)
Cedarheart yawned, oblivious to the evil that was around him. He was listening to a lecture from Sootstar, about the new apprentices, Mousepaw, Hazelpaw, and Berrypaw.
Sootstar's a good leader, but he rambles too much, Cedarheart thought, yawning again. He wished he had a good battle right now, one that would wake him up.
He looked around and caught a glimpse of something moving near the entrance of the camp. He silently got up and walked to the tunnel leading out onto the pebbly shore of the island, and saw a familar looking tortoiseshell pelt.
As he got nearer he could smell the stench of crow-food on the she-cat's pelt and she appeared to be sopping wet,
Cedarheart curled his lip back and growled, "Who are you?"
"D-don't you remember me," the she-cat spluttered, "I was a member of ThunderClan, my name is Sorreltail."
Cedarheart narrowed his eyes, and suddenly recognition flashed in his gaze.
"Follow me," he mewed, "I'll take you to Sootstar."
Cedarheart led the she-cat into camp and ignored the shocked gasps from Spiderleg, Mousefur, Thornclaw, and Shrewpelt, who were all Sorreltail's Clanmates in the old forest.
"Sootstar," he yowled, "We have a new member of the Clan."
It had been a moon since that happened and Cedarheart had moved to the elder's den. He watched with pride as the Clan went, like a stream that never stops running, day after day.
The threat is over, the Clans will survive! Cedarheart mused as he watched a patrol leave the clearing.