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Raven that flies at night - I actually can see it too but not very much.
WarriorCatzFan - Fam, please don't cry. xD
Ivysky820 - Yes! She will defeat them with her motherly strength.
EpicFaceGurl - Thank you! And yes she is, mothers develop that strength to protect them c:
3Snow Fox3 - xD Here it is! It's all good. Resa is going to be the end or the begin of Greydove's strength...
Calamity Kitty - xD Cliff Hangers are the worst.
Sunripple - I worked it out but didn't stick to it. I tried too but I don't have the patience at all. c: Thanks!
Wandering Lion - Here it is! Sorry it was so long
Birdflame - -gives you more cookies-
xJayxx - Lilath will come back! I promise c:
The rain washed away any scents from the forest. Droplets slide down the leaves and onto the ground. The wet mud clung to her paws as she maneuvered through them. Her fur plastered to her side from the drizzle moments ago. Her white paws became stained with mud as she gingerly stepped into the mud. She ignored the squelching sound as she shuffled around. Bile rose in her throat as she got to the place where Finchstar was killed.
All the blood had been washed away by the rain. But the memories still remained. It was buried deep into her mind as she imagined Finchstar's body laid inside the clearing. She shivered as she remembered how brutally he was murdered. The imprint of his body still showed a bit in the mud. She forced down her anguish as she sat down.
The only way to get rid of your fear is to face it. She pictured Finchstar's body. Claw Marks lined around his flank. Bite marks on his tail and ears. Half of his ear torn off while the other was shredded. A deep slash mark was on his neck. His glassy green eyes held so much fear that Bluestone couldn't even imagine all the pain. He suffered so much. But he deserved it.
She gulped, digging her claws into the ground. She glanced around spotting tufts of Finchstar's fur caught on the bushes. She stared hard at the place where she found him. The occasional shuffling of mice drifted towards her ears, but she ignored it.
"Bluestone?"
She whipped around, her grey eyes wide with alert. She watched as the cat backed off a bit; noticing her claws unsheathe. She lowered her hackles, once she realized who it was.
"What is it Wolfclaw?" muttered Bluestone, sheathing her claws back.
The grey and white tom narrowed his eyes, lashing his tail.
"Why are you back here?"
She rolled her eyes, resisting a glance back at the clearing.
"Shouldn't it be obvious," snapped Bluestone. "I'm trying to face my fear," she added as she saw Wolfclaw's confused look.
His dark blue eyes lit up with amusement.
"Aww! The big bad Bluestone is afraid of death," teased Wolfclaw sarcastically. Bluestone hissed, stepping forward till she was nose to nose with him.
"And where was this good Wolfclaw going? I presume to Willowpaw," growled Bluestone. She smirked inwardly as she hit a nerve in Wolfclaw. The grey and white tom's fur began to bristle as he glared at her.
"I love her! And she loves me! Besides today is a gathering and I'm going to see her."
She rolled her eyes, flicking her tail at him. She shifted around him, and walked away. Anger and regret radiated off his pelt. She felt the heat of his glare on her as she raced back towards camp. Her breath coming out as soft snow crystals. Leaf Bare's coming. She sighed, resisting a roll of her shoulders as she slowed to a stop. Her paws ached a bit from running on the mud. She grumbled a curse as she heard nearing voices. Wait! Of course there is going to be voices, I'm near camp .
She pushed away the bramble tendrils, immediately being welcome by the warmth. She smiled softly but faded away quickly. She missed Greydove's kits. She missed her friend's snarky responses. She forced down the feeling of anguish and glanced over at the warrior's den. She spotted faint outlines of a few warriors.
She lifted her muzzle, scenting the familiar scent that used to wrap around her. She spotted the loving dark grey tom by the medicine cat den. His dark blue eyes distant and unwavering. Her throat constricted as she watched Kestrelstalk push something towards him. He's holding a secret.
She watched as Aspenfall snapped back to reality, quickly picking up the herbs before disappearing into the apprentice den. She sighed, drawing herself to her full height before marching towards Scartalon. The black and white tom was sitting with Petalfire. Laughter filled the air as she neared.
"What is it Bluestone?"
Bluestone blinked in surprise as Scartalon addressed her. His blue eyes not moving away from the ginger she-cat.
"I was wondering if I could go to the gathering today.. Since I haven't been to one ever," she added quickly. Her pelt heated up in embarrassment as Scartalon slowly turned towards her. His icy blue eyes showing recognition.
"I guess so..," mewed Scartalon, his voice thick with regret. Bluestone nodded, throwing Petalfire a suspicious look. The ginger she-cat lowered her head and was staring at her paws. She shrugged off the emotion, before bounding forward. She reached the apprentice den in less than a minute before heading inside.
She spotted Aspenfall curled in the corner, his eyes distant once more. His paw were tucked under his chest as he looked up towards her.
"Aspenfall are you okay?" murmured Bluestone, pressing a paw on his shoulder.
The dark tom looked up, anger filling his eyes. He swiped at her paw, missing. Bluestone retracted, her heart cracking every second she stared at Aspenfall. He hissed at her, trying to blend in with the den cave.
"Stay away from me, Bluestone. I'm nothing. You deserve better. You deserve Stormfang," he growled sadly, his eyes drifting away from her grey ones. Bluestone resisted a growl of irritation.
"I don't love him." Aspenfall let out a shaky laugh.
"You don't know what I've done Bluestone. What I've gone through."
Bluestone resisted the tears clouding her eyes. She blinked them back, raising a paw to wipe her nose. She turned on him with fake anger.
"You know what I've gone through. You know what I've been accused off. So don't you dare sit there and say your life has been hard. Whatever you done! I bet it isn't half as bad as what I've been through," spat Bluestone.
She shook out her ruffled pelt before stomping out of the den. The wind carrying his whisper to her ears.
"I hope you can forgive me Bluestone. But I'll always love you…"
Bluestone faintly smiled at his whisper, flicking her tail.
"I will always love you…" she thought, sadly.
"Those who will be going to the gathering will be Russetclaw, Hollyripple, Nettleclaw, Lilythorn, Bluestone, and Petalfire," yowled Scartalon from the HighLedge.
Bluestone smiled in satisfaction but that quickly disappeared when Mosspelt stood up. His grey and white fur outlined in the moonlight. His bright blue eyes tiresome.
"We cannot bring that monster with us, Scarstar!" snapped Mosspelt, anger firing in his eyes.
"For the last time Mosspelt it's Scartalon! And I say bring Bluestone. She hasn't been to a gathering yet," spat the black and white tom.
Bluestone sighed, forcing her fur to lie flat. Her grey eyes glaring at the grey and white tom.
"Then the clans will turn against us!"
Bluestone's glare turned to questioning. She turned back onto Scartalon who seemed to back off a bit. His blue eyes calculating Mosspelt's reasoning. Except, no one will tell her what that meant! She growled in frustration turning towards the cats around her. Everything had gone quiet even Aspenfall had snuck out and was glaring at Mosspelt. He turned his stare onto Bluestone. The blue-grey she-cat seemed to shrink under his gaze.
"I'll go with her, to make sure…" trailed off Aspenfall, the dark tom shifting his paws.
Bluestone resisted a hiss of annoyance. I can take care of myself. She watched Scartalon's expression. His mouth crinkled in thought as he scanned the crowd until it landed on the blue-grey warrior.
"Alright," mewed Scartalon, reluctantly.
Bluestone sighed, bounding over to the dark tom. Aspenfall turned his unwavering gaze onto her, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Don't think you can escape me," he growled playfully, getting into a playful crouch.
The blue-grey warrior rolled her eyes, whacking him with her tail. It's like everything that happened was forgotten. Is his physical and emotional state okay? Bluestone shook her head, watching as Aspenfall batted at her tail, happiness glinting in his eyes.
The moonlight glared on the blue-grey warrior. She shielded herself from the moonlight and dove into the shadows of the undergrowth. The shadows danced on her pelt as she walked by Wolfclaw. The grey and white tom seemed skittish at first but calmed down a bit.
She sighed, pricking her ears as she heard a twig snap. Whispers followed but soon fell to silence. She could see the outline of Petalfire's ginger pelt as she walked close to Scartalon. Their heads close in a murmur.
Bluestone held her head up as she gazed over the tall grass. Her blue-grey pelt was clearly visible in the grass as she watched her clanmates precede towards the bridge. She bounded forward, keeping behind them. She watched as Aspenfall bounded onto the tree bark. His claws digging into the bark as he walked forward.
She growled as Aspenfall threw her a cheeky look for jumping off into the island. She placed a paw on the log, pushing it to make sure it was steady. She stepped onto the bridge, that was coated with all the clans' scents. She sneezed as she jumped off the other end, wiping her nose on her paw. Bluestone shakily stood up, her head swiveling around.
"Where is everybody?"
Silence filled the air as Bluestone froze. No birds, no chatter, no pawsteps just silence. The dead-like silence sent a chill up her spine as she took a step. She felt Aspenfall brush against her, comfortably as she pushed back the undergrowth.
She gulped. All the eyes were on her. Blood roared in her ears as growls rumbled from their throats. She looked up, locking eyes with Scartalon. His blue eyes held so much fear and regret. She'd been so focus on Scartalon she didn't notice this pale grey tom sneaking up to her.
He launched onto Bluestone, knocking her to the ground. The blue warrior hissed, raking her claws down her attacker's spine. She heard the yowls of "Stop!" but the tom wouldn't stop. He kept raking his claws down her head, belly. Until a certain cat, reached up and pulled the tom off of her.
She stood up, blinking back blood from her ears. She saw Stormfang pinning down a pale grey and russet tom to the ground. A snarl curled at his lips.
"Let me go Stormfang! I'm your brother," spat the tom.
Bluestone blinked in surprise, leaning against the bark. Stormfang stood frozen, a paw mid-way from the tom's throat.
"You will never be my brother, Rushclaw. Rapidwillow will never be my mother. Willowheart will never be sister. I have no family," he mewed, coldly.
Bluestone sat in shock at his cold voice. The pale grey tom stepped off his half-brother, letting him race back to a large pale grey tom and a russet she-cat. Stormfang stared at them before snapping his dark blue eyes towards her. Betrayal shining She winced as she saw how cold they got, not the warmth it held before.
He walked towards her, ignoring the growls from Windclan. He helped her up, letting him lean on him as he walked around the crowd. Her head ached in pain and her paws hurt. There was a small cut above her eye but nothing major.
She growled in pain as Stormfang dropped her against a rock. Her back slightly hitting it.
"Toughen up. This is going to get worst," muttered Stormfang, his fur bristling as Aspenfall caught up with him.
Bluestone snorted, glancing up at the leaders. They all looked stunned but anger creeped into their gazes. She spotted a ginger pelt slinking in the shadows; it's pelt positioned behind the rock.
Dark clouds raced across the sky; pale moonlight shining on the clan cats. Their pelts bristling and claws extended. Finally, Scartalon leaped down from his rock despite the hisses from the other leaders. The black and white tom stood in front of Bluestone, his sharp blue eyes gazing across the clan cats.
"Lakestar, Blossomstar, Shadestar," drawled Scartalon, his tail lashing back and forth. "Explain to me why we are hissing in the first place?"
Bluestone stood up; a growl rumbling from Stormfang's throat. She snapped her cold grey eyes towards him, making him shrink back slightly. She snorted at him; walking up beside Scartalon. An old grey she-cat jumped down from the rock; walking slowly to Scartalon. Her pale green eyes scanning Bluestone.
"Well, well… An offspring of the murder," sneered the old grey she-cat. "I'm surprised Scartalon that Finchstar didn't have the nerve to go here because of that. And besides have you forgotten what it did to your mate! And my kits," snarled Lakestar; venom seeping behind every word.
Bluestone perked her ears up in surprised. Scartalon had a mate? The black and white tom growled, his icy blue eyes glaring at the old leader.
"Lakestar. Finchstar is dead," he mewed coldy. Lakestar eyes didn't widen in surprise, she only narrowed her eyes.
"She did it! That murder's kit did it," cried a voice.
Bluestone held back a growl; spotting a white she-cat slinking over. Stormfang growled in surprise and he shoved himself forward.
"Willowheart get back," he whispered fiercely. Her dark grey ears flicked back; her green eyes holding amusement.
"Oh dear brother, you don't tell me want to do…"
Bluestone sighed; shoving the pale grey warrior back. As well as a russet she-cat pulled the white cat back.
"Scartalon, how are you sure that murder isn't killing any of us," mewed a black tom, point a claw at Bluestone.
"Because Shadestar, she doesn't know.." sighed Scartalon, lowering his head in defeat.
Bluestone stepped back in surprise, glancing around her. She spotted a few confused faces but also some faces of despair and sorrow. She glanced over her shoulder; spotting Hollyripple nearby. Her dark green eyes holding regret as she glanced over at Nettleclaw. His golden-brown fur bristled and his dark blue eyes clouded in a flashback.
"Know what?" asked Bluestone, glancing around her clan.
She spotted a few gathered closer to her. Hollyripple glanced at her, her bushy tail brushing across her flank. Her dark green eyes met her grey ones.
"The secret of your birth, Bluestone.."
And I'm late! But I had something come up. Volunteering and this was the last week! I think I nailed my exams but y'know it's always scared knowing what the grade is.
But anyways, on Saturday I will be going on a two week vacation out of the country. So there may be another upload this week but I can't bet on it. Also, I haven't forgotten about the 100th reviewer one-shot, I just haven't had time to actually finish it. I'm about halfway through, more than 2,000 words.
Anyways, Review Please!