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Chapter Ten: A Turn of Events

Ear fur vibrating, the crawling of her skin, she cringed as each shriek echoed off the surrounding rocks. She stood tall as she padded toward her father. His fur was on end and his claws were extended. She could sense the unease and panic vubrating off his stone grey pelt. She swallowed hard with thoughts clouding her mind. Her tiny pads glided over the rocky terrain of the mountain as she came face to face with her father. His blue eyes were wide with panic as they flashed from her to her leader, Night Gazer.

Eagle Cry studied her leaders body language. She stood tall, but her tail was between her legs slightly. Although her gaze was clear of alarm and panic, unlike her father's, her whiskers were constantly twitching and she shuffled her paws. Her dusty brown fur was flat and silky as her gaze landed on small tortoiseshell kit. "Eagle Cry, you shohld have come on your father's first call," the she-cat growled impatiently with her tail flicking from under her legs.

Eagle Cry dipped her head appologetically. Remembering she could speak now, since she had a cast, her eyes reflected boldly. "I was talking to Burning Oak," she meowed with wide golden eyes.

Night Gazer narrowed her green gaze. "Burning Oak is a mere trainee, the word of your leader or future leader is more important," she growled with warning flashing in her eyes.

Eagle Cry flattened her ears and nodded. "Eagle Cry, Chasing Moon has begun knitting, but it's far to early. She's struggling," her father meowed with a quivering, afraid voice.

"Get a hold of yourself," Night Gazer snapped at her father.

Running Storm cleared his throat and stated, "One of the kits was born dead."

Eagle Cry gasped, "That's horrible!"

Running Storm nodded in agreement as Night Gazer's expression turned grim. "They want you to come and contact the kit that dies," Night Gazer meowed without question.

Eagle Cry felt anger burn in her chest. She wasn't a messenger for the dead for Star Tribe's sake! Despite her obvious anger, she nodded. "Take me to them," she stated with her golden eyes reflecting the light the burning sun.

Night Gazer nodded and turned and padded straight for the tall stack of boulders. She turned to her father and meowed, "I believe you have a fight to participate in."

Eagle Cry's tail dropped. She would miss her father's battle to talk to a queen about her dead kit. "What's in the past should be left in the past," she growled under her breath, but apparently, Night Gazer heard her.

"Don't let your disappointment show. A leader always covers her emotion from revealing to much. I want you to try and keep yourself calm and collected," she instructed as if talking to a trainee.

Eagle Cry flattened her ears. "I'm not even a trainee yet," she muttered under her breathe carefully.

They neared a small den in the stack of stones. Just as they arrived, a cold breeze shook them. "The Cold Seasons nears," Night Gazer meowed with worry edging her meow.

Eagle Cry decided to ignore it as they entered the den. The air was thick with a strange scent clinging to it. She saw Chasing Moon lying in a make shift nest with Lion's Call picking her ears carefully. His golden fur the as ruffled with grief and she could hear the soft sobbing of Chasing Moon. She stood over the nest now, two kits laid by her belly kneading her belly for milk. Her eyes flashed with pain as she looked down at her remaining kits. Beside the nest laid a little pale gold tabby she-cat. Eagle Cry touched her nose to Chasing Moon's pelt for comfort. "P-Please, let me know my d-daughter is in good paws," she wailed into Lion's Call's pelt.

Eagle Cry felt sympathy burning deep in her heart. She turned and looked around the den. She had never summoned a dead cat before, they usually just came to her, but since this was just a kit, it probably wouldn't know. She took a deep breath as she felt her body being pulled toward the kits dead body. Pebbles tumbled across the ground from her kicking the dust and dirt up. An overwhelming feeling of strange power surged through her as she leaned down. The scent of death clung to the tiny body as she touched the freezing nose of the deceased. Her mind whirled. Who would she ask to come? The kit was nameless, but then her mind was made up. The name appeared in her mind as she felt a snap as her muscles quivered and rippled along her shoulders.

Night Gazer gasped suddenly then the scent of fear lingered into her nostrils. Her eyes glazed over as she pulled away. Forcing herself to blink, Stormspirit was summoned. He stood tall with his gaze irritated. He leaned closer to her with his teeth glistening against the rays of lightning that pulsed from his pelt. "Never interrupt me when I'm doing my duties," he growled with a lash of his tail.

She flinched and swallowed hard. "I-I didn't know who else to ask. I'm looking for this kit," she stammered as her stubby tail flicked nervously.

His angry gaze quickly turned clear and emotionless. He frowned just before his pelt glowed brilliantly. She squinted her eyes as the harsh light made them water. Soon, the light died down to show the Messenger and a tiny golden kit at his paws. "Why did you take me away? I just got there," the kit sniffed with a wail rising in her throat out.

Eagle Cry quickly cleared her throat. The kit looked up at her with large kit-blue eyes. She frowned as sadness and pitty overwhelmed her. In the timeless realm of Streaming Star Tribe, the kit would never know her true eye color. She would never grow, never experience life and love, and she would always experience the sorrow and pain of watching her family live happily without her. Eagle Cry's throat tightened as she casted a glance at Night Gazer and the kits parents. Their eyes were wide with envy and anxiousness. "Do you gave a name?" she asked the kit, maybe she recieved one when she went to Star Tribe.

The kits eyes grew glossy with sorrow. "No, my parents never named me," she sobbed as she ran toward her.

Her fur was glittering with starlight as she brushed the cool fur against her. She couldn't feel the kit like she would another cat, but she felt the cold touch of a ghost. "It's okay, little one. My name is Eagle Cry. Do you want to meet your parents?" she asked the nameless kit.

The kits blue eyes widened in hope. Eagle Cry checked back a purr as she lead the kit toward her parents. Of course to them, they couldn't see her, but Eagle Cry knew she could tell them what their deceased daughter wanted them to know. Chasing Moon and Lion's Call eyes lit up as she neared them. "Chasing Moon, Lion's Call, your daughter is here with me," she purred to them.

They looked at her with round, curious eyes. She could sense doubt vubrating off each of them. "Why don't you go nuzzle them? They can't see you," she whispered gently to the kit.

The kit nodded vigorously as she rushed up toward her mother and father. "I miss you both so much," she whispered gently as she nuzzled her mother first.

Chasing Moon gasped and flinched. Eagle Cry could sense the shock and happiness that flared through the queens veins. "It's true, Lion's Call! She's here!" she purred softly.

Lion's Call purred with happiness as she nuzzled him nest. "Lion's Call, we have to name her. She can't go to Star Tribe without a name," Chasing Moon meowed sternly to her mate.

"Of course, but I feel it's only right we let Eagle Cry name her," he meowed with his gaze firm and blazing with joy.

Eagle Cry shook her head wildly. She was a kit herself! She couldn't name a kit, but then the kit looked at her with round, hopeful kit-blue eyes. She sighed. After thinking for a moment, a perfect name came to her mind. "How about Morning's Call?"

"That's perfect!" Chasing Moon purred after looking at her daughters body.

"These are your littermates; Wolf's Howl and Minnow's Jump."

"I hope none of you have you have to join me anytime soon, but I'll miss you all. My new home is calling me," the newly named Morning's Call meowed.

Eagle Cry strained her ears and couldn't hear a word, but she repeated the kits words to her parents, who both looked extremely sad. "Good bye, our brave little Morning's Call," they stated in unison with their eyes brimming in sadness.

"Goodbye, mother and father," she whispered with sorrow edging her gentle meow.

Eagle Cry stated the kits good bye just before Morning's Call and Stormspirit vanished without hesitation. "Thank you so much, Eagle Cry. We both owe you,"

Lion's Call meowed as he nuzzled each of their remaining kits. Eagle Cry dipped her head before looking at Night Gazer. Her green eyes were wide with admiration and envy, but she quickly cleared her gaze when she realized Eagle Cry was looking at her. "Let's leave the new family be," she meowed as she padded toward the entrance of the den.

Eagle Cry followed without hesitation. She casted a final glance at the family as a stream of sunlight blazed through a hole in the ceiling. She purred when she saw the Morning's Call watching the her family closely. Her eyes twinkled with wisdom as she gave Eagle Cry a grateful glance. "Hurry, we may be able to catch the end of the fight!" Night Gazer snapped with impatience.

Eagle Cry gasped and surged forward, kicking up dust as she pushed off the ground with her hand legs. She could hear the caterwauls and slamming of hard, worked muscle echoing off the rocks. The snapping of jaws and snarls made her fur prickle as her skin crawled. She finally reached a crowd of cats and pushed between the crowd. She stood in the front as Running Storm locked paws with a ginger tom from the Tribe of Swaying Moss. She could see the determination blazing in her father's eyes as he peeled his lips back in a snarl. The cat's fighting were spitting and sending dirt flying through the air. Dust whirled in the air, catching her breath as she saw her father pinned by the tom. Her father struggled to get his hind paws under the tom's belly, but he was unable to. The tom laughed hysterically as Running Storm's anger fueled him farther. He began to thrash violently under the ginger tom, sending him flailing across the battle field. "That was a lucky shot!" the tom snarled as he barreled toward her father.

She bit her lip as Running Storm snarled and lowered himself to the ground in a pounce, "Only the weak can't admit when they've lost, Wild Ember!"

Just as his last word exited his muzzle, Wild Ember slammed into his body with such force, he picked him up off the ground and carried him across the battle field and slammed against a large boulder. Eagle Cry gasped when she heard bones snap. "Stop!" came an eerie screech from the Tibe of Looming Mist's healer.

Eagle Cry saw Roaring Puma standing across the field with the look of pure shock on his face. She rushed forward to her father, by the time she reached him, Clear Water and Roaring Puma met her there. "Running Storm," she wailed gently to her father.

He looked up at her. He wheezed as he took shallow breaths, with each breath, he winced in pain. She could sense the pain vibrating off him as Clear Water inspected him. Roaring Puma brushed his fur against her and laid his muzzle on her shoulder. He was larger than her, but he was crouched near the ground. "What is wrong with my warrior?" a voice sounded from behind them.

She instantly recognized Night Gazer's voice. It was calm, but she could sense deeper into her voice. Worry and fear tinged deep within her well hidden emotions. Clear Water nodded, "He'll be fine. He broke a rib, but only time will heal it. I can give him some poppy seeds and other remedies, but we need to get him back to camp."

Eagle Cry tensed up. It was the final day of the Silent Moon gathering. Would Night Gazer really leave the gathering early? "Very well, help him as much as you can. I'll go speak to the other leaders," Night Gazer responded with a firm voice.

Eagle Cry licked her father's fur as she nuzzled him. "Shoo! I must work!" Clear Water ordered firmly to her and her brother.

Eagle Cry shrunk away toward her brother. A low growl sounded deep within his throat, but she guided him away. "Come in, let's find the other younger cats," she meowed as she padded straight toward a small group of young gossiping trainees and older kits.

They all shot her wary glances. "Go away, we don't want you here!" a voice hissed at her.

She focused her shocked gaze of a golden ginger tom. It was Leaping Trout, why did he talk to her like that? "Why not? I thought we were friends!" she asked him with her throat tightening with a wail.

The tom's amber eyes glimmered with venom. "Friends with you? You're a liar and deceiver! No live cat can see dead cats when their not at the Moss Stone!" he spat with his teeth glistening in the burning sun light.

"How dare you?!" her brother snapped viciously.

"Have you seen them?" came another voice.

Eagle Cry turned her gaze immediately. Her jaw dropped as her eyes landed on a big brown tom with amber eyes. "B-Burning Oak?" she stammered.

His eyes bored into her. They were a fire lit with suspicion. "Well, no, I haven't," Roaring Puma meowed with his ears flattening in thought.

"Roaring Puma!" she gasped in disbelief.

She couldn't believe this was happening. The younger cats thought she was making everything up, and worst of all, they were turning her own brother against her. She thought Burning Oak was her friend, but she was very wrong. Malace shook her body as her fur rose. She could feel the gaze of her brother on her. "H-have you been lying?" he asked her gently. "If you are, I won't be mad."

"No! Of course not!" she snapped viciously at him.

He ducked his head, edging more closely to her crowd of younger cats. "Then call for your mother. Since you can see dead cats," sneered a young grey she-kit.

"That's not fair," Burning Oak scolded the young kit.

The she-cat's yellow eyes flickered defiantly. "Well?" Roaring Puma asked her with his blue gaze cold as ice.

She flattened her ears, she couldn't find her mother, in fact no one could. She lowered her head. "I can't," she whispered.

Anger sparked from the pelts around her. "Liar," they hissed the at her as they crowded around her.

Roaring Puma stood in his spot, his eyes sparking in disbelief. "You lied to me," he growled with his fur on end

She covered below them as they stood above her. "Lying is punishable by a beating," came a horrifying snarl from a large black tom with amber eyes.

She turned to stare into his threatening gaze. It was dark and malice gleamed in their deep burning depths. "Get her, Black Cougar!" the grey she-cat from before snarled.

The tom she assumed was Black Cougar pinned her down by her for legs. "What are you waiting for, Burning Oak? Grab her hind legs!" he snapped.

She thrashed her legs as she saw a glimmer of doubt flash in his deep amber eyes, but he grabbed her legs away. "No! Please! Some one help me!" she cried as she threw a glance at her brother, whose eyes were round with fear.

She returned her gaze to Leaping Trout, who now stood above her with his claws extended and risen toward the sun. The light beamed down on her tortoiseshell fur, making her eyes shut tight as she wailed and cried for someone to help her.

"Roaring Puma, please!" she wailed helplessly.

"Now!" Black Cougar ordered swiftly as he tightened his grip on her.

"No!" she shrieked as she heard the wind whistle through the claws of the cat's that stood above and around her.

A/N: Was that cruel? Probably so, but I needed to have some plot twists added in there! What will happen to Eagle Cry? Will someone save her before its too late? Only one want to find out! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!

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-Nightspirit