Thank you for everyone who reviewed! And thanks for Cumheart, Laura, defently will show up a few times. Also, should I put up the Allengices for CreamClan, LakeClan and RatClan?

Anyways hope you enjoy today's chapter!7-8-19 7:36

Chapter Nine: Whisppaw

Today was the Gathering. Whisppaw was happy to be going, of corse she had Milkpaw with her. The gray she-cat groomed outside the apprentice's den. Her dark gaze fixed onto Crookpaw. He had been banned to leave camp alone, and in that he's been snapper than usual.

A few times she saw him sneak off during a patrol. And it worried her, cause he either would come back groomed and without a scent. Or covered in mud to cover his usual 'Crookpaw scent'. And one thought always came to mind.

What was her brother trying to hide?

"Whisppaw, are you ready to go?" Milkpaw's voice drew her out of her thoughts.

Smiling at the patched molly, Whisppaw nodded. "Of corse!" Purring she followed Milkpaw to the Gathering patrol.

Crispstar was already there. Softsquirrel, Adderbranch, Lionmane and Turtlepaw were coming with them too. It was a smaller Gathering sized patrol. But their medicine cat, Wildheart, had said that tonight wasn't going to turn out good. Which ment that Crispstar was taking a smaller patrol to keep more warriors in camp tonight.

"Are we ready?" Rasped Crispstar.

Softsquirrel nodded. "Yep, let's go," the white furred deputy walked beside the old leader as they left.

Milkpaw, Whisppaw and Turtlepaw walked together. They were just behind the warriors; Crispstar, Softsquirrel, Adderbranch and Lionmane. She flicked an ear. Looking back at her brother as they left camp. He seemed more angry than ever, and he barely spoke to her now.

Guilt built up in her guts. She knew nothing he was mad at was because of her, or at least she hoped. But how couldn't she be guilty? Crookpaw was her own brother! And, to be fair, what did he do that was so wrong?

Lionmane knows nothing! Why did Crispstar, and the whole of CrispClan, listion to his crazyness? Whisppaw dug her claws into the soft ground. Wet mud sinked up, and she gritted her teeth. It just wasn't fair for poor Crookpaw! Only three moons into our training, and Lionmane has the guts to-

Something touched her shoulder. And glancing to the side, she saw Turtlepaw's golden pelt. "Are you alright?" He asked, glancing at her paws. "Your digging up mud,"

"Oh-" Looking down at her paws. She flicked one into the air. Her usual soft gray fur was now sticky with thick, wet brown mud. "I was just thinking, thats all," she said after a few moments.

"Hm.." Turtlepaw gave a thoughtful expression as he nodded slowly. "Must've been something that irritated you, am I right?"

The gray apprentice nodded as golden orbs settled onto her. "Yeah," she sighed. It wasn't hard to see when she got upset. After all. How many times did she of all cats get mad?

Turtlepaw lashed his tail, giving a grunt. "Were here," he nodded out to the pine-covered ground. The Gathering place was filled with many cats, and she noticed that CrispClan was the last of the four to arrive. "See you later, I have to go."

With that the golden pelted tom was gone. Leaving Whisppaw alone. Milkpaw had already went off somewhere, and the warriors spreaded out. She gazed around, her ears flatting as she saw a group of apprentices.

"Hi!" Walking up to the group of four, she reconized a Stormpaw instently. "Stormpaw!"

The gray tom looked up. His expression changed from scared to a bright smile. "Hello, Whispaw, nice to see you here." The gray LakeClan cat greeted her.

"Of corse i'm here, silly!" Purring she sat down, licking a paw. "Anyways, where is your leader?" Whisppaw had noticed that the dark blue-gray cat was gone from the Gatheringrock.

Stormpaw sighed, his tail tip twitching uneasily. "In the camp, for some reason Lakestar and everyone has been uneasey. Won't tell us apprentices or younger warriors anything."

Whisppaw nodded. She looked at the tomcat. His head was turned from hers. With ears flat, tail constently lashing she knew something was wrong. Leaning forward she placed a paw onto his shoulder.

"Stormpaw, are you sure you know nothing?" Asked Whisppaw, worry shining in her dark amber orbs.

Startled by her, Stormpaw gave a curt nod. "Y-yeah!" He stumbled to his paws, shaking his head. "We should be quiet, the Gathering will start soon,"

The gray she-cat growled lowly in her throat. Now she knew that he was lying. Sitting back down, Stormpaw watched nothing more than the Gatheringrock. She felt betrayed in a strange way. Why was he hitting stuff from her?

We're from different Clans. That's how it is. She reminded herself silently as the Gathering started.

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