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Chapter 10
"Hey! Time to wake up!" Snowshade's silver striped face was leaning over Shadowfern as she woke up yawning in the dismal gray light of before dawn. "Dawn patrol," her half-sister mewed curtly.
"I remembered," Shadowfern muttered. She sat up; Snowshade was rousing Crystalheart who would make up the rest of the warriors on patrol. She stood up and glanced at Rivertail, who shifted in his sleep as she pulled away from his side.
She felt a fresh wave of confusion, she didn't understand it. She could figure out the most impossible problems with a bit of observation, but she was totally lost when it came to relationships. She gave her already clean fur a few quick licks where it had ruffled up a little.
Heading out of the den, she shivered as a thin breeze ruffled her whiskers. The indigo sky was patched with clouds that were turning the first hint of gold as a thin ring of light appeared on the eastern sky. Shadowfern padded, yawning, to join the two sleepy apprentices by the camp entrance.
"Still think this is great?" she asked teasingly, poking Cloudpaw who had fallen into a doze. The fluffy white and gray tom jerked his head up with wide eyes and a look of confusion before muttering something inaudible, fluffing up his fur against the morning cold.
They had to wait only a moment before Snowshade and Crystalheart joined them and they headed out, Snowshade in the lead with Shadowfern bringing up the rear. Tiredness pressed on Shadowfern's eyelids and she was comfortably warm, her fur keeping the cold off her skin. They skirted the Twolegplace border, only briefly checking the scent markers before heading up along the RiverClan boundary.
She could hear the rushing torrent of the river before she saw it, and she thought it sounded louder than usual. She glimpsed it through the wet forest and saw the snow-melt had raised the water level so that it lapped along the sides of Sunningrocks.
"Wow!" Nightpaw gasped, sounding instantly awake. "The river is gigantic!" the apprentice gasped.
Snowshade turned to look at her, whiskers twitching. "I've seen it fuller then this, but yes, it does look bigger than usual," the warrior mewed.
Shadowfern eyed the water dubiously; she remembered how hard the pull had been when it'd been substantially lower than this. She definitely didn't want to go for a swim. The water was dark gray and it swept along chunks of ice that hadn't fully melted yet, it'd probably freeze a cat to death as well.
She turned to ask to move on, but before she could open her mouth the two apprentices had darted across the scent-markers and were dabbing at the water with squeals of delight.
"Get back here right now!" Snowshade yowled harshly. Shadowfern had frozen and was scanning the opposite shore to see if any RiverClan cats were witnessing this breach in borders. She willed the apprentices back here, but dared not raise her voice in case it alerted a RiverClan patrol.
The apprentices, however, didn't seem to have heard Snowshade over the roar of the water and they had clambered on top of Sunningrocks, gazing down at the water rushing past the rocks.
Shadowfern had started moving forward to fetch the apprentices back when Nightpaw squealed and slipped off the smooth gray rock, Cloudpaw yowling in alarm. Shadowfern heard the splash, but her paws were already carrying her along the bank to where Nightpaw would flow, her tiredness forgotten.
"Nightpaw!" she yowled, hot fear diminishing the need for quiet.
"I'm he-" the terrified voice was cut off by a hacking cough. Shadowfern narrowed her eyes and raced along, for once, it seemed her moons of racing was paying off, for she could scan the gray waters while instinctively navigating the shore at top speed.
There! She saw a flash of black fur as the now limp and probably unconscious cat was thrown up over the waves. Shadowfern narrowed her eyes and flattened her ears; it seemed she'd have to swim once more. She spied a slab of rock that sloped from the ground and hung over the river, a perfect place to jump in.
Her paws hit the rigid stone and then she was flying through the air, aiming for where she had last seen Nightpaw's tiny head. Adrenaline coursed through her, giving her momentarily extra strength. She hit the icy water like she'd fallen on hard ice, drenched and frozen in a moment of being submerged. But with energy coursing through her, she scarcely felt the cold.
The current tumbled her along, but she remembered from dragging Blueshadow out of the water, how to swim. Using her tail to balance her out, she worked her paws as if she was walking up a steep slope. She broke the surface with a gasp of breath and water dribbled off her fur and whiskers.
She kept her paws churning to keep her muzzle above water. Her thick fur, which had inherited her mother's waxiness, didn't fill with water like the fur of other cats. She looked around the splashing gray waves, green eyes fixing on a flailing dark paw.
She lunged for it, her claws hooking onto fur and she kicked out for her shore. She tried to drag Nightpaw up by the scruff, but every time she ducked under water, her mouth filled with water so she focused on getting her to shore.
She felt a surge of relief as her paws scraped against sand and pebbles. Now she could grab Nightpaw by the scruff and lift her above water. She dragged her onto shore and laid her down, clear of the water, panting with the weight.
Then she rolled the apprentice on her back and massaged her chest as she had seen a RiverClan warrior do last leaf-fall with a kit that had fallen in. It worked and Nightpaw coughed up two mouthfuls of water before laying back down, her breath much stronger than before.
"Thanks," Nightpaw wheezed.
"No problem," Shadowfern panted. Her own fur was shedding the water just fine, so she licked Nightpaw's fur the wrong way to warm her up.
As she finished that, the patrol caught up, their paws unable to carry them as fast as the river. "Shadowfern! Nightpaw!" Snowshade exclaimed with relief. "You're alright," the white and silver tabby sighed.
Shadowfern saw Crystalheart and Cloudpaw staring at them with relief plastered on their faces when they saw them. "Shadowfern, you and Nightpaw ought to go back to camp," Snowshade mewed.
Shadowfern nodded, as the adrenaline wore off, she was left sleepy and exhausted. She nudged the dark gray she-cat to her paw, her fur returning to its normal color now that it wasn't drenched. Although it was still a shade darker than usual.
Shadowfern led Nightpaw back to camp, their fur drying on the way back, but Shadowfern was limping from where she had picked up a thorn racing the river. The thorn itself had fallen out in the river, but it had left a jagged cut where it had been torn out roughly.
Nightpaw was limping from where some piece of debris had bruised her shoulder. "When did you learn to swim?" Nightpaw asked, breaking the silence as they neared the ravine.
Shadowfern didn't break stride or even turned her head, "I learned when I was an apprentice, last leaf-fall," she answered curtly.
"Why?" Nightpaw asked curiously.
Shadowfern twitched an ear, "Doesn't matter, I didn't accomplish what I set out to do that time."
"Well, I'm glad you accomplished what you set out to do this time," Nightpaw mewed, sounding grateful.
"Oh yeah? Me too," Shadowfern mewed with a smirk. They fell silent as they padded the rest of the way to camp. The heartbeat Shadowfern set paw in the camp a white and gray face appeared in front of her.
"Shadowfern! I need to talk to you!" Whitepaw mewed earnestly.
"Whitepaw, can you look at Nightpaw first? She had a dunking in the river," Shadowfern sighed.
"Oh yeah? And who fished her out?" Whitepaw asked as she tried to move past him, eyes sharp.
"Me, but-"
"But nothing, I'll check you as well," Whitepaw retorted, leading her and the apprentice to the medicine-cat den. On the way, they met Deerleap.
"My goodness, Nightpaw! What happened to you?!" Deerleap cried, dark green eyes anguished.
"She's just fine, but Whitepaw is going to check her over," Shadowfern mewed calmly, facing the worried mother. "She fell in the river, but I got her out, Whitepaw will take care of her," Shadowfern repeated while Deerleap looked on in horror.
The dark brown warrior moved toward the medicine-cat den where the two cats had disappeared, but Shadowfern blocked her. "Better give Whitepaw space, wait until he either calls you, or until Nightpaw comes out," Shadowfern ordered.
Deerleap glared at her for a moment before pushing past her, but she stopped and sat down just outside the fern tunnel. "Well done, but do you mind telling me what happened?" Shadowfern turned to look at Lionclaw.
"Yes, the river is much larger because of the snow-melt and Nigthpaw and Cloudpaw were messing around…"
"And she fell in," Lionclaw finished with a sigh. Shadowfern nodded. "Well, good job for rescuing her, go get yourself looked at though, I don't want my warriors falling ill just as the seasons change for the better," Lionclaw mewed.
Shadowfern nodded and passed Deerleap by the medicine-cat den. Whitepaw was bringing some thyme leaves out to calm the apprentice, and a few poppy seeds to make the apprentice rest.
Softberry was parting Nightpaw's fur, as if looking for hidden injuries. "Nope, no leaches, okay, just rest and you'll be just fine. Okay, Shadowfern, let me take a look at you," the senior medicine-cat mewed.
Shadowfern sat still as Softberry searched through her fur and listened to her heartbeat. "Nope, not in shock and your breathing is clear. As for that paw, a poultice of marigold will do just fine…" Softberry applied the ointment briskly.
"Now, just stay off of that today," Softberry mewed. "And no exceptions," she added as Shadowfern groaned. "Would you like poppy seeds to help you sleep?" the medicine-cat asked.
"No, I'm fine without them," Shadowfern mewed. Softberry nodded, gathering up the bits of leaves. Nightpaw had already been sent to her nest, so they were alone in the den.
"Shadowfern," Whitepaw murmured quietly, passing her quietly. "Meet me by the nettle patch," her brother murmured, not giving her time to respond before picking up some leaves to put away.
Shadowfern felt a twinge of annoyance as she headed out of the den toward the nettle patch. Humph, and cats say I'm the mysterious one! She sat down by the nettle patch, as Feathershine and Skydrop were dozing there at the moment. The two, usually bickering sisters, seemed content to sleep like littermates.
Whitepaw didn't leave her waiting long, and they settled down in the shadow of the barrier. "Well, what is it?" Shadowfern asked.
"Not so loudly!" Whitepaw murmured. "I heard of the prophecy," he added.
"Really?" Shadowfern asked, ears pricked and eyes widening slightly as she leaned toward her brother.
"No, I'm making it up," Whitepaw snapped irritably.
"Well, why tell me? Why not tell Stormstar?" Shadowfern asked, feeling baffled that he would share this with her.
"Because you're good at figuring weird things out," Whitepaw mewed, sounding desperate. Shadowfern wasn't going to argue a fair point, so she just grunted and nodded for him to continue.
"The prophecy was,' Stones scrape Stones and tumble down, bringing the Clan with them,' what does that mean?" Whitepaw sounded completely lost and confused.
Shadowfern frowned and thought hard for a moment,' stones scrape stones,' Shadowfern frowned and shook her head and Whitepaw groaned. "Now just hang on, I need to be able to think about this first. Just wait, I'll come up with something," she mewed.
Whitepaw shook his head in despair and turned away, head and tail down. Shadowfern knew he wanted to figure it out for his mentor, maybe to prove he could get his full name. But the words, what could they possibly mean?
When she thought, 'stone,' she thought of Rockpaw, the stubborn and ambitious young tom. But even if that was true, who, or what, was the other stone? Stones scraping stones could be like two strong forcing brushing each other, much like how the bright and blue supporters had been so stubborn, but they were moving the Clan past that now.
I've just got to wait and see if something happens to clear this up. Shadowfern sighed, just one problem after another. Shadowfern limped toward the warriors den, wearied by the short day.
…
When Shadowfern awoke, the light was fading red and Rivertail was beckoning her outside. She padded toward him, her paw hardly aching as she pressed it against the ground and the weariness in her limbs had disappeared.
"Come on and share a meal with me," Rivertail encouraged. Shadowfern sighed; she knew she had to tell Rivertail she wasn't interested in being mates anymore. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she did a lot, and she could definitely see them having kits in the future. But she wasn't ready to do that right now…
Or more exactly, she wasn't ready to lose her youth quite yet. She followed him to where a squirrel was lying. She shared it with him, aware that Aspenclaw kept glancing at her. She hoped he didn't want to be mates either, doing such a thing once was hard enough.
She waited until they had finished eating and he'd reached forward to start grooming her and she pulled away. "Look, Rivertail, I like you a lot… But, I'd rather we wait on being actual mates. I'm not ready for that right now," she mewed awkwardly.
Rivertail froze and studied her for a moment through his brown eyes. "Is that really what you want? To wait just a few moons?" the blue-gray tom asked.
Shadowfern sighed and nodded. She frowned as Rivertail purred and licked her cheek. "We can still be mates without mating. We can wait on that until you're ready," Rivertail mewed, brown eyes gentle.
Shadowfern hesitated for a moment, what would he say if she told him she was considering Aspenclaw as well? No, this isn't the time to change things. It's fine like this for now. "Okay, I'll agree to that," she purred. Rivertail responded by touching his nose to hers.
She ignored Aspenclaw's death stare and chatted with Rivertail for a while. But she stayed awake as the rest of cats went to their dens. She wasn't tired, since she'd slept most of the day. She headed toward the elders den, to see if they had any advice to offer her.
She was intercepted by a silver tom with blue eyes. "Why didn't you tell him what you really wanted?" Aspenclaw demanded.
Shadowfern looked at him queerly. "And why is that important to you? I got what I wanted, and Rivertail is happy," she mewed.
"But you didn't tell him you haven't made up your mind," Aspenclaw pressed, and Shadowfern felt a pang of guilt, but she refused to show it.
"And what makes you think I haven't?" she challenged.
"You should be honest, if you change your mind on him, he'll think you were leading him on without loving him," Aspenclaw mewed. Shadowfern stayed silent and he continued. "Wouldn't it better to not ruin love?" he pressed.
Shadowfern glared at him. "I'll do what I want, if you can't take that, than you need to get over it and leave me alone," she growled.
Aspenclaw stared at her hard as she padded past him. "Just like your mother, a faithless she-cat," he muttered.
Shadowfern whirled around, anger hammering her. But Aspenclaw was padding to the warriors den and she saw Lionclaw watching her curiously. She wasn't going to chase after Aspenclaw. If he was going to be a mange-pelt, let him.
She stomped to the entrance, snapping at Sunstrike, who was sitting guard, that she needed some time alone. She raced along invisible moonlit paths, ducking and dodging without snagging her fur on the thick undergrowth in the dead of night.
If there was one thing she could pride herself in, it was navigating territory at top speed even at night. She leaped across a stream that lay, a ribbon of silver, between the moon-bathed grounds. It wasn't until she'd gone a few steps more that she realized she was almost exactly where she'd met Marshclaw two days before.
She blinked as she realized that the ShadowClan scent was fresh. But she wasn't worried; she recognized the scent and almost purred as a white face speared with twin sparkling, blue pools broke through the dark foliage.
"Shadowfern!" Cloudpatch mewed. "Am I glad to see you!" he sighed, sitting down on his side of the territory.
"Oh yeah?" Shadowfern laughed, "I guess I'm glad as well," she sighed, noticing the smooth slope of his pelt over his muscles. What was wrong with her? She didn't love this cat, he was a complete stranger to her, yet he did excite her.
"What are you doing out so late?" Cloudpatch asked.
"Oh, Aspenclaw was accusing me of having bad relationships," she mewed nonchalantly.
Cloudpatch gave a snort, "Shiverleaf was telling me the same thing," the ShadowClan tom mewed.
Shadowfern met his eyes and she felt her own sense of rebellion and spirit in his eyes. "I don't suppose you'd mind if we gave them a reason for having a bad relationship?" she asked with a sly smirk.
Cloudpatch met her gaze, not looking the least bit fazed. "Just one night than? One night to be free? Are you up for it?" he asked.
"Yes, just one night. And the real question is, are you up for it?" Shadowfern smirked.
Cloudpatch stepped over the border, "Is that a challenge? You know I can't turn down a challenge, even one about that."
"Well, then prove to me you can handle it. But as you know, to enjoy your catch, you have to catch it first," she smirked. And with that, she dashed into the trees along the border, Cloudpatch right behind her.
She didn't run as fast as she could, since she didn't want to lose him. For a moment, she told herself this was the worst idea of her life. But she was tired of always being right, but ending up wrong anyways. At least on this one, she would really be wrong.
She skimmed over the grass, and then surged up a tree, the tallest one in the area. She swarmed up the trunk her claws gouging their own holds as if she were just climbing up a steep slope. Cloudpatch followed her with just the same speed and energy.
She waited for him at the top of the swaying branches. The top of the tree swayed in the wind, but all Shadowfern saw was night sky and stars. Blueshadow can't be angry with me, she did this as well. She thought, feeling better.
"What do they think about such a thing? I mean, being mates for a night just to prove a point to ourselves," Shadowfern sighed. Cloudpatch drew his tail over her spine and it gave her shivers.
"For tonight, we are mates, we are Clan-mates, and we are more. Come on, nothing bad will come from this, it's highly unlikely you'll end up with kits, anyways," the tom mewed.
For a moment, Shadowfern's sense of honor and the thought of the disgrace of having half-Clan kits almost broke through her carefree delusion. "Come on, let's get down before we're blown off," Shadowfern giggled. Giggled? She never giggled…
They half-fell half-jumped, down the tree and Shadowfern purred as she fell on top of Cloudpatch and rolled off his sleek pelt. She lay on her back, staring up at him through warm, narrowed eyes, her paws crocked on top of her.
Cloudpatch purred and pounced on her and the rolled over in the wet leaves in a tangle of arms and legs. Shadowfern would never admit it to anyone, but she didn't remember quite exactly what happened. She didn't believe they did actually mate, she thought that Cloudpatch stopped short of that, even if they did go through the procedures.
But they slept as close as littermates in the nursery and when they awoke the sun showed on their merged fur. But that was it, with the loss of the moonlight; they were nothing more than acquaintances from different Clans.
Cloudpatch left without more than a quick nod of goodbye, his gaze once more sheltered and clear. Shadowfern as well, was back to the cool, remote cat that saw everything. She cleaned her fur until it was silky smooth and carried no scent of the ShadowClan tom.
Refreshed by the night free of good choices, she turned back to camp. She refused to think of the night, she couldn't change it. And she didn't think of Cloudpatch, he had just been a tool that she'd used to refresh her; she doubted she'd been any more than that to him.
But she wasn't stupid enough to think the Clan would accept that. So she hunted quickly before entering camp. Luckily for her, hunting was easy that bright morning. And she entered the awakening camp with two mice.
"You were out early," Crystalheart commented as she dropped her prey at the fresh-kill pile.
"Oh, I went out on a walk last night after sleeping most of the day, I must have fallen asleep. Then on the way back, the hunting was just too good to waste," Shadowfern mewed smoothly.
Crystalheart studied her for a moment. "You know, I've never been able to tell when you're lying. I bet that comes in handy," the yellow and white she-cat mewed in a low tone.
"Oh, it does, but I don't lie terrible often," Shadowfern mewed, tilting her head to one side and staring hard at Crystalheart. "If you're accusing me of lying, I'd rather know now," she added in a sharp voice.
Crystalheart sighed and shook her head, "I'm not, but you look almost too relaxed."
"I always look too relaxed, as the Clan would say," Shadowfern mewed with a snort. Crystalherat shrugged.
"Do you think you might come hunting with Nightpaw, Rockpaw, and I?" Crystalheart asked.
Shadowfern sighed, "I just went hunting. What's Leopardberry doing?" she asked, naming Rockpaw's mentor.
"She's out on patrol, she'll be back later," Crystalheart mewed.
"Fine," Shadowfern agreed. "Are we going now?" she asked.
"As soon as I drag Nightpaw and Rockpaw out of their den," Crystalheart responded. Then she bounded to the den and called out, a dark gray and dark brown shape following her out.
Shadowfern led them out, taking them over toward the Great Sycamore. The apprentices made quick work of each catching a piece of prey. Shadowfern, with her extensive hunting skill, also made two impressive catches. One was a pigeon, and a young squirrel.
Crystalheart turned up with one of the first robins of the season. Then she showed the apprentices how to stalk a chaffinch, moving fast and low to the ground. Shadowfern kept an eye on Rockpaw, the prophecy still fresh in her mind
The young, brown tom still seemed subdued by his former mentor's death, but his dark green eyes watched Crystalheart's demonstrations with a sharp calculation. Shadowfern frowned and shook her head. Why did prophecies have to be so vague? She had a few different ideas, but none were supported by much evidence.
"Squirrel!" Nightpaw's loud whisper brought Shadowfern's attention to the bobbing little brown shape in the Great Sycamore. Shadowfern shook her head, it was too high up and it'd be dangerous to grab it.
But before she could say anything, Crystalheart was stealthily climbing the tree. Is she crazy?! The squirrel will just jump away! She wanted to call her friend back down, but she didn't want to break her concentration.
She watched, silent as stone with the apprentices, as Crystalheart grew closer to her quarry. But as Shadowfern had suspected, the squirrel nimbly jumped up the tree. She expected Crystalheart would climb down now, but she kept climbing up after the squirrel.
"Crystalheart! Get down!" she called. But the yellow and white she-cat didn't seem to hear and kept climbing until Shadowfern lost her in a mix of clouds and sunshine.
She faintly heard a call and yelled back a questioning mew. "I'm coming down!" the faint voice was almost lost in the wind. But Shadowfern eventually saw Crystalheart growing steadily larger.
"Just take your time!" she cautioned. She smirked to herself as she saw a swinging brown shape from her mouth.
"She caught it!" Nightpaw exclaimed, purring in pride.
Shadowfern wasn't ready to join in, not until her friend was safely on the ground. She felt a promotion of fear and she stalked up and jumped onto the Sycamore's lowest branches. They were so wide that Shadowfern could have laid down and rolled over on the one branch.
"Be careful!" she called up as Crystalheart seemed to stumble. Her friend was close enough that Shadowfern could see she was frowning and panting with effort. She watched tense and nervous as her friend climbed down slowly.
In her mind, she played several scenarios of Crystalheart falling in which she'd grab her scruff and slow her fall enough that she would survive. Her eyes scanned the base branches that surrounded the trunk like the petals of a daisy flower. Now she knew exactly where she'd step to move to be right under Crystalheart in case she did fall.
But Crystalheart made it down to being a mere five branches above her head before she started hurrying along too quickly. Crystalheart stepped on a small branch and it gave a loud creak then snapped most of the way through, holding itself up by just a little bit of twine.
Shadowfern was under Crystalheart in an instant and caught the she-cat's scruff as she slid past, yowling. It all happened so fast that she hadn't seen Crystalheart whack her leg on another branch. Crystalheart cried in pain as Shadowfern lowered her to the ground with a grunt of effort.
She jumped down and circled her friend who still held the squirrel. "I told you to be careful," she mewed sharply. The injured leg seemed to be bruised, but the shoulder looked awkward and disjointed.
"Sorry," Crystalheart mewed in a tight voice.
"So you should be, now I have to carry you back to camp," Shadowfern mewed irritably. "Nightpaw, run back to camp and tell them that Crystalheart got injured. Rockpaw, bring our prey, please," Shadowfern added. Then she lowered herself to the ground and Crystalheart climbed onto her back, groaning in pain as she bumped her injured shoulder.
Crystalheart was heavy, being slightly more filled out then Shadowfern was and taller by about a mouse-length. But Shadowfern braced herself against the weight and forced her paws to move forward. "And to think," she grunted as they were about half-way back to camp. "You do this just after your apprentice falls in the river, what are the elders going to say?" Shadowfern joked.
Crystalheart groaned, "I don't even want to think about it," she muttered. Not long after that they met a relief patrol and Breezeice and Hawktail carried Crystalheart between them with Shadowfern reporting to Lionclaw on the way back to camp.
She sighed as she saw that the sun was half-way down the sky but she was completely exhausted. "I hope you don't need me for anything," Shadowfern mewed, her wounded paw felt sore again and she wanted to rest until dusk and have some food.
"No, you've done enough for today," Lionclaw mewed kindly. "Nightpaw told me you caught Crystalheart when she fell," Lionclaw added as Crystalheart was carried to the medicine-cat's den.
"Yeah, my neck hurts from that," Shadowfern mewed dryly.
"Well, you did well. Take the rest of the day off," Lionclaw mewed with a nod of his head.
Shadowfern sighed in relief and grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kill pile, sitting down in the warm sun by the nursery and spent the rest of the day chatting with Rosering, remembering for the first time what she had done last night
Oh StarClan, I was so stupid... But it helped me so much. I hope there won't be too many consequences…
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I don't know what was wrong with my head in this chapter ^_^ sorry if that one part was perfectly random. I was thinking of something else. I'm such a weird person... But we already knew that.
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