Guys, guys, guys.
I AM BACK!
(finally)
I am really sorry for updating SO late. It has been like one week already...ugh. I am slow. I hope this chapter is enjoyable though! Enjoy :)
coolgirl526- DIE! NORMAL CATS DIE! DIE DIE DIE! good choice, jane and slendie. DON'T STOP HER
walkswithwheels- good point! I love your reviews, it is really interesting to read, and I love the fact you are already looking into the future of LionClan! Keep 'em coming!
TheGhost129- *Sims4 reference* TheGhost129 has learnt the following traits about Vinestar- Power hungry
ripflametail- haha, careless mistake, though it is pretty funny XD
Lynxtail- Don't worry, I am not that stereotypical (OK fine, sometimes I am) but still. Darkstorm is not in ShadowClan because of his name. There is another reason :) a good one.
Onwards to Chapter 22:
Chapter 22
Blizzardpaw opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from sleep. Her eyes barely registered the brown tom standing over her. She blinked slowly, staring back up at the tom, before jumping back, grasping just what had happened. The white apprentice fluffed up her fur, glaring at the tom.
"Hello!" He meowed cheerily, as if nothing had happened. "Who are you? I'm Clawpaw."
Blizzardpaw padded forward warily. "I'm Blizzardpaw," she replied.
"Nice to meet you, Blizzardpaw," Clawpaw meowed. He paused. "I'm sorry for surprising you. I guess I shouldn't have done that."
"Yes, you shouldn't have." Blizzardpaw rolled her eyes. "Cats don't like waking up to see a random strange cat towering over them."
Clawpaw laughed. "You got here yesterday with that other white cat," he meowed. "What happened to her?"
"Vinestar happened," Blizzardpaw meowed bitterly. "He attacked her for speaking out against the Clan policies."
"Vinestar…" Clawpaw repeated the name softly. Blizzardpaw nodded.
"Yes, Vinestar."
Clawpaw looked up, glimmer of hate in his eyes. "You're from ThunderClan, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am." Blizzardpaw admitted. Clawpaw started to head for the exit, growling angrily. The tom probably felt disgusted to be in the presence of the enemy. But I am not a true ThunderClan cat!"Clawpaw froze. He turned, blue eyes blazing with suspicion.
"What do you mean?" he hissed. "Every ThunderClan cat hurts this Clan just by existing! They want to destroy LionClan, don't you know? I cannot believe that Fallingstar let you in the camp at all!"
Blizzardpaw winced. "Icepaw and I hate ThunderClan; they killed our sister! I would never be loyal to ThunderClan."
"I don't know if you're lying or not." Clawpaw snarled. "ThunderClan cats are dishonest fools, why should you be all that different? I cannot believe myself, talking to a ThunderClan cat."
"Didn't you hear me? Vinestar. Killed. My. Sister." Blizzardpaw hissed. "Is that enough proof to you?"
Clawpaw still looked sceptical. "No, it's not." He replied. Blizzardpaw's neck fur bristled. "Most of your Clanmates have murdered siblings, and I don't think they care! You're only here to take advantage of us so you're good for nothing sister will be healed, and after that back to ThunderClan you'll go! Typical ThunderClan!"
Blizzardpaw seethed. "Good for nothing sister? Take advantage of LionClan? Back to ThunderClan? My sister is not good for nothing! Don't you have family you care about? I am only here so Icepaw will be safe. I would do anything for my sister! And taking advantage of LionClan is only some fantasy you made up in your head! As if I would do that! I am a better cat than you think I am, you know. I didn't snarl and hiss at Whitekit whenever she wanted to play with us. I didn't walk away from her quivering body as she died. I didn't leave her body to rot where some fox could get her. Not all ThunderClan cats are evil. You'd be surprised. Foxfern hates Vinestar. Thornstorm lavishes in his dreams; dreams about ThunderClan before the entire Unnatural rule. Wingfall still mourns for the loss of Falconkit, her son. Clawpaw, please, believe me!"
"Just because I didn't shred you on the spot doesn't mean I trust you," Clawpaw drawled. "I would be careful, if I were you." Clawpaw threw her a glare over his shoulder. "And it's not Falconkit anymore. It's Falconflight."
Clawpaw stalked out of the den, tail fluffled out, head lowered. Blizzardpaw felt her heart ache. Why couldn't he just believe her unbelievable story?
Icepaw looked forlornly out of the medicine cat den. Cinderkit was fast asleep next to her, fluffy white-and-grey flecked fur sticking out in different directions. The tiny kit was trembling, and Icepaw was not sure why. Suddenly, Cinderkit let out a thin wail of joy. Icepaw leapt away, startled. Icepaw edged forward, peering up at the kit. Her eyes were still closed, to Icepaw's relief and amazement.
"Mistwinter…" Cinderkit murmured. "Where are you?"
Icepaw's heart tore into pieces at the longing in Cinderkit's voice. Mistwinter; Cinderkit's dead mother. Icepaw turned away from the kit, overcome with misery. These cats had suffered much already, and the impending attack from the Clans did not help. Icepaw knew that it was going to be a bloodbath. Icepaw thought of the battle moves that Rosethorn had demonstrated to them when she andBlizzardpaw were kits. Obviously, Whitekit had been left out. The moves were brutal, designed to kill upon strike. "Dead in a heartbeat," Rosethorn had announced proudly. Icepaw struggled to remember it. If only she remembered!
There was another soft whimper from the corner.
"Icepaw?" Cinderkit whispered. "I dreamed about Mistwinter again and-" Cinderkit broke off with a soft sob.
Icepaw sped over, shushing the kit, tail running over her quivering body. "It's OK, Cinderkit," Icepaw murmured. "Mistwinter isn't back again. She's in StarClan, remember? Safe and happy and looking over you, Ashblaze and Cedarkit. " Cinderkit had had many dreams about her mother returning ever since Mistwinter had died, according to her. Ever since Icepaw's arrival, Cinderkit had explained every single dream to Icepaw, excitedly relaying all of Mistwinter's words and actions, only to sigh sadly knowing never again would she feel her mother's fur against hers.
"It's not that." Cinderkit choked. "Mistwinter died again."
Icepaw stared at the kit, incredulous. "Say again?" She asked tentatively.
"She. Died. Again."
Did I hear right? "Are you sure, Cinderkit?"
"Why would I joke about this?" Cinderkit mumbled.
"No…no, you wouldn't."
Died again? Is it possible? How can it be? Icepaw gazed down at her paws, mind working furiously. A dead cat, die?
"I saw other cats die, too."
Icepaw's head snapped up. "Other…cats?"
"Yes, cats I didn't know. But they all had stars in their fur." Cinderkit continued, eyes shining with grief. She shuffled her paws, embarrassed. Icepaw realized that she had been staring at the tiny kit the entire time.
"I think you dreamt about the battle, Cinderkit."
Icepaw whipped around. Rockstorm padded out from the shadows, dark grey fur almost identical to the cave walls. Cinderkit gaped at him. Eavesdropper.
"StarClan sent me a dream?" Cinderkit meowed. "Why me?"
"I don't know," Rockstorm meowed simply. "StarClan works in mysterious ways. What matters, Cinderkit, is what your dream is about."
"Cats coming back from the dead is impossible!" Icepaw protested.
"Quiet, Thundercat," Rockstorm hissed. "Your opinion is not needed now."
Icepaw bared her teeth and the sleek grey tom. "How dare you…" Icepaw trailed off as Rockstorm pushed past her, and crouched down in front of Cinderkit.
"Cinderkit, StarClan cats are coming back to fight for us," he explained slowly. "Mistwinter is going to be one of them."
"And she's going to die?" Cinderkit's voice quivered.
"I assume that is what is going to happen, Cinderkit."
"Then what is going to happen to Mistwinter?" Cinderkit's voice shook harder and harder with every word. "Is Mistwinter going to go another place?"
"No one knows," Rockstorm admitted, suddenly looking as if he regretted telling the kit the grave news. "They disappear."
Cinderkit's eyes shimmered with tears. Icepaw yearned to wrap herself around the tiny kit, covering her with licks and murmuring words of encouragement as she watched fat tears slide down Cinderkit's cheeks. The sobs escalated into a wail. Icepaw thrust past Rockstorm, catching the kit just as she crumpled to the ground.
"Shock," Rockstorm grumbled. He limped over to his herbs. "I never should have told her." He added apologetically.
Icepaw stared at the medicine cat incredulously. How obvious was it? Why would you tell a kit about the death of her mother just like that? It didn't help that Cinderkit was in an emotionally unstable state after her unnerving dream? Sometimes, Rockstorm appalled Icepaw. Had he no common sense at all?
That battle, however, quickly took over her thoughts. Cats coming back from the dead? Impossible! But still, it is really did happen…Icepaw knew who would be there.
Whitekit.
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