I forgot to upload this... sorry! I'm trying to squeeze in some time for writing, but it's really hard.
Oakpaw fought to see through the dizzying darkness as he headed toward Swiftstar, his tail twitching with nervousness.
Wearily, the leader raised her head, noticing his presence. "What do you need?"
Was that irritation in her voice?
Oakpaw shrugged it off. "I know why the twolegs are coming," Swiftstar's eyes lit up, not seeming to care on where he had got the information."What do they want with us?" She demanded.
"Well, in my dreams twolegs point at us when we use our powers. It's like we're toys to them!" Oakpaw explained. Swiftstar's claws gleamed in the moonlight that was dimly glowing down on them. "We have to fight back! If the four clans work together, we can beat the twolegs!"
Oakpaw stared in dismay. What was she thinking? Twolegs were more powerful than Swiftstar thought. Excitement seemed to have powered Swiftstar. "I'll gather a few warriors that have enough energy to travel to ThunderClan. Oakpaw, you're going with the group."
Oakpaw managed a nod. "Could a some of the apprentices come?" Swiftstar shrugged her broad shoulders. "Sure, but not too many." Oakpaw stumbled to the place where most of the apprentices gathered, lost with utter helplessness. What was the point in fighting? More twolegs would come anyways.
Oakpaw found Graypaw fidgeting in her nest, her eyes glued open as she attempted to get a good nights rest. "There you are! I was waiting for you." Her voice was slurred with drowsiness.
"I'm going on a walk," Oakpaw wasn't entirely lying. Graypaw looked to tired to head to ThunderClan and back. "Be careful..." His littermate's sentence ended with a snore. He whipped his head towards Grasspaw. He prodded Grasspaw's belly. "Wake up!" He murmured into his brother's ear.
Grasspaw rolled to his other side mutinously. "Later! It's not even dawn." "Fine. I'll go on a special warrior mission myself!" Oakpaw knew that would get him up.
Grasspaw scrambled to his paws immediately, shaking the moss out of his bushed up fur. "What are we going to do?" Grasspaw asked."It's a secret." Oakpaw answered simply.
Oakpaw could feel Grasspaw's whiskers brush his tail tip as he lead him over to the small patrol. Only Blackcloud was in the patrol, patiently waiting for the two apprentices to near. He dipped his head to Oakpaw. "We're ready?" Oakpaw nodded. "Yes."
Oakpaw squeezed through the tunnel, feeling his breath being taken away. The top of the tunnel showered flakes of dirt as they passed. As Oakpaw rounded the corner, he could feel a wind come through. Relieved, he quickened his pace.
Oakpaw let Grasspaw squeeze through the tunnel, his littermate's fur full of dirt. "No wonder they called you Grasspaw! Grass could grow on you." Oakpaw teased. Grasspaw snorted in reply. Trees were towering above him, the wind weaving through the swaying branches.
Oakpaw swerved away from a prickly bramble just in time. "Who would want to live in such a horrible place?" He hissed. Blackcloud shrugged his broad shoulders."ThunderClan cats are full of surprises."
Oakpaw blindly made his way closer to the camp, brown leaves spraying behind him. Brambles snagged fur from his pelt at every corner, and Oakpaw wondered how RiverClan could get used to ThunderClans territory.
A slam at his side suddenly knocked him off his paws. Oakpaw was sent reeling, only to be swiped again and pinned down. "What are you doing in our territory?" A voice growled. Oakpaw was being pinned by a invisible enemy!
A figure fizzed into view. Creekpaw? "What are you doing in our territory?" Creekpaw repeated. Her familiar fading fish breath hit his nose. Blackcloud rushed to his side, taking a blow at her ear. "We mean no harm! We just need to speak with the leaders."
Creekpaw released her grip, her eyes full of suspicion. Oakpaw was teeming with questions. What had happened to their friendship?
It's only because she's loyal to her clan. He told himself.
"I'll lead you to the camp," Creekpaw offered. Oakpaw had noticed her tone softened. Relieved that they were still friends, he got to his paws. "We know where we're going, thanks." Blackcloud growled. "I'm coming anyways." Creekpaw grumbled.
Creekpaw lead the patrol to the entrance of the camp, where a cat was guarding it. "WindClan cats?" The cat guarding the camp wrinkled his nose before shifting a bit to let them pass.
The two leaders were chattering quietly at the Highledge, their eyes glowing with anger in the lighting sky. "What are WindClan cats doing here?" Lightningstar demanded, eyeing the small patrol warily. "We need to talk to both of the leaders." Blackcloud's voice struggled to keep steady.
Splashstar rose to his paws. "If it is that important, then let's talk inside the Leader's Den." The new leader nodded, trailing behind the RiverClan leader.
Oakpaw stumbled into the Leader's Den, feeling a gust of warm wind stir his whiskers as he got deeper into the den. The tunnel opened up into a large enough to fit all five cats. "So, what do you need?" Splashstar halted to a stop and settled down. Blackcloud remained standing as he spoke, "WindClan needs you to help us beat the twolegs and keep our home."
Lightningstar's ears twitched. "What's your plan, exactly?" Blackcloud paused, eyes cold and calculating. "Well, maybe we could send large battle patrols from all four clans until the twolegs run away."
Splashstar didn't hesitate. "I'm in it. Anything to keep our home!" Lightningstar nodded, his eyes burning with determination. "Yes, I agree. All we need is for ShadowClan to join our alliance."
Splashstar was pacing now, his tail flicking side to side eagerly. "We can send both medicine cats to their camp to announce our plans." Oakpaw couldn't feel the same about the plan. The twolegs were strong. How could they beat them?
"I'll get Copperpool to join the medicine cats at sunhigh." The WindClan deputy chipped in. "That is all we need to talk about. You may leave and go back to your clan." Lightningstar meowed.
Blackcloud swung around and signaled for the patrol to follow him out of the den. Lightningstar and Splashstar were behind, their heads close as they chattered with inaudible words.
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Oakpaw's bones ached with weariness as they approached WindClan Camp. The Sun was slowly climbing up the sky. Graypaw would be awake by now. Blackcloud and his patrol dove into the tunnel, his whiskers brushing the side to guide him along the tunnel.
The Clan welcomed the patrol by swarming them, yowling out questions and pressing for more answers. "Let me talk to Swiftstar first," Blackcloud weaved around the crowd to meet with the WindClan leader.
The crowd broke away, uninterested at this point. Oakpaw muttered a thanks to StarClan as they retreated into patrols or shared gossip. "See you later, Oakpaw." Grasspaw was heading to his mentor. Oakpaw longed to get a moments rest, but he knew he was forced to do battle training. Wildrunner's mew shook him awake. "Get some rest, Oakpaw. You clearly aren't fit for training." Surprised, he dipped his head, relieved.
He padded to his spot, relaxing as he was spun into sleep.
Oakpaw's vision returned within a heartbeat. He wasn't expecting to dream. Cats buzzed around him, letting out battle cries as they flung into the danger of battle. No cat seemed to notice Oakpaw. The stomps of a big animal made the ground shudder.
They're not fighting each other, they're fighting the twolegs!
A broad shoulder twoleg pushed through the shrubs and leaped over the creek with ease. A web like container was stuck on his fore paw while his other was groping for a cat.
His vision wasn't clear enough to see what was happening, but a cat leaped into action, swinging a forepaw at the twoleg's hind legs. The twoleg recoiled in alarm, but the cat was still attacking, defending their clanmates with their life.
Suddenly, a loud bang hit Oakpaw's ears. The apprentice strained to look through the long blades of grass, but he could feel sadness crackle the air.
What's the point of this? What does StarClan mean?