AN: I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. I was trying to get the allegiances sorted out, but I'm having trouble. This chapter takes place as the same time as the last chapter, just FYI.
Disclaimer: CandyBunnies does not own Warriors.
Poisonpaw glanced at his companions. He blinked in surprise as he realized how much everyone's look had changed in the last two moons and a half. Even his own look had a changed a lot. The white cat's blind eye was clouded more, and the black spot and streak surrounding the eye was darker. His fur had grown longer, but was still short compared to Bramblepaw's fur ball self. The thing that changed the most was that he was now the biggest cat in the group. His muscles flexed every time he walked; his chest had widened, and he looked almost warrior sized.
His brother, Firepaw, was the second largest. His muscles had grown, and he could run faster than a WindClan cat. His ginger coat was short, and his black stripe was darker. His blue eyes had darkened a lot. The apprentice was strong for being only a few moons into his apprenticeship. The scars he bore from the badger still looked bad, but he held them as a mark of a warrior.
Night and Silver had grown. Silver was still smaller than Night, having the shape of a prey-catcher. Not a cave-guard. Silver could stalk prey well, seeing and catching the smallest hint of prey left in an area. Night was almost has well at fighting as Firepaw was. Both of their pelts were long; Silver's golden belly and chest had gotten darker. Night's brown eyes sparkled when they caught sunlight.
Cinderpaw was the biggest of her littermates. Her black fur shone, and it was long and sleek. Her earring never came out, but she had grown to it. The blue of it always caught the light. Her green eyes were bright. The black she-cats muscles had grown and she learned many "tongues" along the way to the cave. The golden parts of her fur were very visible through the black.
Duskpaw was the third smallest cat. Her dark gray almost black pelt was short compared to almost everyone else. Her tabby patterns more seeable through her pelt. Her blue eyes sparkled every day. The oldest ThunderClan apprentice had learned how to control the fog, shaping it into different objects at her own will. She was a strong hunter, and a very good fighter; throwing her opponents off by outwitting them and out-maneuvering.
The second youngest littermate, Goldenpaw, was the second smallest cat in the group. Her muscles were developed well, and she could jump higher than Sky, the founder of SkyClan. Her amber eyes were usually cold and dark, but sparkled when she did something well. She had quite the attitude; friendly only when she had to be. Her black pelt always shone, and the scar along her face was gruesome, but she loved it.
The journey changed Bramblepaw the most. Being the smallest cat in the group, she was often teased. Her silver tabby pelt was as smooth and soft as a kitten's still, and she looked like a four moon old kit. Her blue eyes held authority, and shown the wisdom of a senior warrior. She was the greatest swimmer and hunter from the ThunderClan part in the group, and could run, fight, and jump almost as well as Goldenpaw and Firepaw. Bramblepaw was still very fluffy, and she was bigger than Graystripe!
As Poisonpaw realized all of this, Bramblepaw and her littermates had walked up to the cave. The half-blind apprentice trotted up to the cave, and let the blindness overwhelm him. His whiskers twitched; the smooth rock across his whiskers felt cool and refreshing. As the last cat in the line, he waited the longest to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Poisonpaw blinked wide as his eyes adjusted to the light.
All in the open cave, cats lined the walls. Hidden crevices and ledges held the sparkling cats up. They spoke as one, "The six have come, along with two friends." A blue-gray she-cat walks forward along with a ginger tom, white tom, and a gray she-cat with sparkling blue eyes. Larklight padded forward, standing next to the blue-gray she-cat.
Bramblepaw dipped her head to the StarClan warriors, "You have summoned us here, Bluestar." Goldenkit and Cinderkit dipped their heads too. Night and Silver stared dumbfounded at the StarClan cats. Can they actually see them? I hear Bramblepaw's voice in my head. No one feels like replying.
"Yes, young warriors. Darkness is coming. You must help prepare the Clans," Bluestar mewed. I look over at my brother, and he is looking with disbelief at the StarClan warrior. The two toms share amused glances at one another, but then their faces grow serious again.
Goldenpaw takes a step forward. Being the least mannered cat we have, she doesn't hesitate to question the leader, "What type of Darkness? We can't prepare the Clans if we don't know what it is that we are saving the Clans from!" Her scar ripples, and Poisonpaw is scared that it will open again. The red line never healed completely with Goldenpaw always insisting on going on every patrol she could possibly go.
Bluestar's stern face breaks into a smile, and she gives a curt nod to Goldenpaw and murmurs to the ginger tom, "This apprentice as great thinking. Great choice Firestar, she has certainly helped the group out well since you first spoke with her." Bluestar turned back to the waiting apprentices, "Yes, I know good and well little one that you must know what you are dealing with."
Cinderpaw took a step forward to stand next to her sister, "Yes, you don't run into battle without knowing who your opponents are. It would be foolish not to know whom you're dealing with." The dark gray StarClan warrior dipped her head, her eyes growing halfway dark.
Poisonpaw glanced at Firepaw, seeing his brother was already looking at him. Bramblepaw walked forward, "Are you going to tell us what this darkness is?" Duskpaw steps up next to Bramblepaw, the two old rivals now best friends. The two she-cats stood side by side, their fur matching, but Bramblepaw was way smaller.
Bluestar smiled, "Yes, I think Whitestorm and Cinderpelt would want to instead. " The former ThunderClan leader flicked her tail toward the white tom and dark gray she-cat. That's Cinderpelt? The legendary medicine cat? Wow, she looks just like Cinderheart! Poisonpaw thought.
Whitestorm stepped forward, "This darkness, it is worse than the Dark Forest. Have you heard the stories of Scourge from a senior warrior or elder in the Clan?" Bramblepaw shakes her head yes as Poisonpaw remembers the scary stories.
"What happened?" a younger Poisonpaw mewed. Firepaw or Firekit at the time wiggled his haunches, ready to know what happened next.
Graystripe eyes grew wide, "Well Scourge claws drew across Tigerstar's neck down to his tail in one flash." Sandstorm rolled her eyes as Graystripe unsheathed his claws and drew it down his neck to his tail. Then he lay sprawled on the ground, twitching with his eyes wide open.
Honeykit, Wildkit. Mintkit, Badgerkit, Barkkit, and Snowkit all stared wide-eyed at the spasm the gray elder was faking. Bramblekit mewed, "What happened next?"
Sandstorm continued, "Tigerstar started bleeding a lot, losing all nine lives at once. With only one swipe from Scourge's covered claws, he could take all nine lives from a very strong leader!"
Poisonkit started shivering from fright, his fur standing on end. Sandstorm smoothed down his fur, "it's okay young kit. Scourge no longer lives. The great Firestar took the BloodClan leader on and let him join the Dark Forest…
Cinderpelt's voice brought Poisonpaw back to reality, "Well, little known to every cat. Scourge had a daughter. Her name was Amber, and she was hidden from him. Scourge's mate talked great about him, and Amber really wanted to be like her dad. She found out it wasn't her destiny to be a wild cat, so she had a litter. This litter consisted of a she-cat and a tom. Both wanted to be like Grandpa Scourge; Mary, the she-cat, never found a mate, living the life of Rouge. AJ, the tom, found a mate, Sarah, and had a litter. This is the cat that you should be aware of."
Poisonpaw and Firepaw stepped forward, but stayed behind Bramblepaw and Duskpaw. Poisonpaw asked, "Why should we be aware of a kittypet, or is he a rouge?"
Whitestorm shook his head, "No, she. She is famous rouge in Twoleg place. Her name is Warrior. AJ knew that Warrior was destined to be like her great-grandfather. She is making BloodClan strong again. Stronger than the first, and much more blood thirsty."
Poisonpaw heard Bramblepaw gasp, "How is that possible?"
"It is your destiny," all the cats mewed. "Now go! Warn the Clans!" Then the room went dark while are the sparkling cats vanished.
Bramblepaw flicked her tail, leading the group of silent apprentices back out of the cave. This time, the feel of the stone on his whiskers felt like nothing but horror. Poisonpaw eyes blinked as he went into the sunlight. They walked a little in silence before Bramblepaw stopped at the old camp.
Cinderpaw was the first to ask the dreaded question, "Are the Clans going to believe us?" I look at all the cats I had grown to know and love. We were our own little family, our bond as tight as the bramble and thorn entrance to ThunderClan's camp.
Firepaw mewed, "Well, I'm sure Bramblestar and Jayfeather will. Bramblepaw, you did say that Bluestar told you that Jayfeather and Bramblestar know about the prophecy?"
Bramblepaw nodded her head, "Yes, I did say that. So, I'm sure they will believe us. The other question is will ThunderClan remember us?"
Poisonpaw cut in, "I'm sure they will. Dovewing and Bumblestripe will remember us for sure! Cinderheart and Lionblaze will too. They are our parents; they have to remember us!"
Duskpaw's eyes grew wide, "We look a lot different than we did three moons ago, but I'm sure that they will remember us." Goldenpaw nodded her head, smiling at Bramblepaw.
"What about us?" Silver and Night ask. The two littermates look at the Clan cats. They were from the tribe, and were Stormfur and Brooke's kits.
Bramblepaw flicked her tail, "I'm sure Bramblestar will let you stay since you are Stormfur's kits. There is nothing to worry about there. Your dad went on a journey with our leader; they were great friends!" Night and Silver smile at the smallest cat. Bramblepaw flicked her tail over each of their ears. "We need to get back home, or we may be too late!"
Poisonpaw lifted himself to his paws, and followed Bramblepaw through the trees. This is going to take forever to get back to camp! Poisonpaw thought as he felt Duskpaw's breath on his long black tipped tail.
AN: I was going to do the allegiances on the this chapter, but I was having trouble. I'll get it the next chapter or the chapter after that. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Random Fact Time: Sky, the founder of SkyClan, had two mates, but both died. His son is Thunder, the founder of ThunderClan.
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