1-25-20 2:17 PM

Waking up to yelling Firemoon peered one eye open. His tail lashing as he lifted his head. "What's going on?" He growled, ears pinning backward.

Beside him, Bluefur sighed. "Something between Pinestar and Goosefeather, " she mewed, giving her chest fur a few licks.

"And no one is doing anything about it?" He asked, his emerald gaze flickering outside.

She shrugged. "What can we do about it? Sunfall is outside leading a patrol, and Featherwhisker is out gathering herbs with Patchpelt."

Getting to his paws Firemoon trotted outside. It was brighter than normal with the sun's rays beaming down. There was a slight breeze that brought warm air and the smell of WindClan's moors.

Inside the camp cats were either inside their dens or watching the fight. Pinestar was standing up, head high as he growled something. Though Firemoon could see it was taking some effort for him to do so, defiantly when he kept his gaze wondering, and never focused onto Goosefeather.

But the old gray tomcat seemed to be taking it as a threat. For his tail was lashing and bristled, ears pinned back in defense. "It's StarClan's will, Pinestar! How can you argue with that?" The old mottled gray tom hissed.

Pinestar shook his head. "You've been wrong before, Goosefeather. Do you remember what happened with WindClan?" His leader willed, a note of desperation in his voice.

Hissing crossly Goosefeather spat. "Only because you didn't do it right! I merely say what StarClan tells me, I have no words for the living idiots in this world."

"Than go back to your den, Goosefeather, if it's really StarClan's will then they'll tell Featherwhisker."

With one last glance around the clearing Pinestar turned and left. Leaving the old tomcat to mutter insults under his breath as he limped back to his den.

"Well, that's over with," Bluefur murmured beside him.

He nodded in silent agreement. In the moons that he had lived in the Clan, he learned that Goosefeather was the crazy old medicine cat. And no one really took him seriously, they always went to Featherwhisker and just..ignored the mottled gray tom.

But what if he has some truth in his ramblings? Firemoon blinked. Watching the bristled tomcat disappear into his den. "What were they fighting about?" He asked, glancing over at her.

Bluefur paused, her eyes narrowing in thought before shrugging. "As if I would know," she murmured before heading to the fresh-kill pile.

Following close behind her Firemoon let his mind wounder. Maybe it was the fact that Goosefeather wouldn't retire, like so many catd wanted him to do. Than again, what if it was about StarClan? At first Firemoon had a..hard time believing that dead cats watched over the living. But with his own personal experiences, he had learned to believe it more than he use to.

"Want to share?" Bluefur held a sparrow in her jaws. Looking at him as she waited for an answer.

Nodding he flicked his tail-tip to a shaded area. "Let's go over there," he mewed, taking the lead.

Laying in the shade made it a litter cooler. Stretching out, the ginger tomcat watched as cats walked in and out of camps. Sunfall going to a few cats and assigning patols for the day. Beside him Bluefur plucked the bird, pushing it forward slightly.

"Are you going to eat?" She asked, a hint of annoyence in her voice. "I already plucked the bird," she added.

Firemoon glanced back, "Thanks, Bluefur, I'm..just thinking." He mewed, leaning forward to press his muzzle against her cheek.

The blue-gray she-cat purred, batting his ears. "Alright, if thats the case I'll just have the whole thing to myself."

Tail hitting her nose, Firemoon snatched up the sparrow. "No way! You want me to starve?" He drew out his voice dramaticly, causing a few cats to look their way.

"Shh! You're drawing attention!" She mrrowed, scooting closer to him. "Eat up, mouse-brain. Did you mange to forget in all your thinking that we have one of the first hunting patrols?"

Lashing his tail Firemoon huffed. "I wasn't thinking about that." He muttered.

Bluefur purred, touching her nose to his cheek. "Mouse-brain." She murmured light-heartedly.

...

The hunting patrol seemed uneventful. They had caught a good fair amount of prey, but it was all still thin from leafbare. Firemoon looked down at his pile. A frown on his maw. He had gotten two blackbirds, three mice and a vole. The only good sized one being the vole that he had managed to find out of pure luck.

"Get anything good?" Asked Sunfall as they all gathered up near the camp's entrance.

Smallear, a gray tomcat with amber eyes, shook his head. "I only was able to find some mice." He said, stealing a glance at Firemoon. "Seems like someone was able to find a good amount of prey, " he added in a skeptical growl.

The deputy looked over at him, dipping his head. "See's like our friend here is a good hunter. Is there something wrong with that, Smallear?" Sunfall's gaze was even as he looked at the gray tomcat.

Smallear frowned, his head shaking. "No, no, nothing's wrong Sunfall." The warrior lashed his tail, picked up his prey and left the clearing abruptly.

Sighing inwardly Firemoon also picked up his prey. Almost six moons of living in the Clan and cats still hated him. It was easy to see that only

y some actually liked him, like Bluefur, Rosetail, Snowfur, Sunfall, Featherwhisker and somewhat Pinestar. There were also some that hated him to the core, while others didn't seem to care as long as he wasn't in their way.

The large golden deputy had watched Smallear leave. A deep frown on his face as he had a troubled look in his eyes. Firemoon moved forward, placing his tail-tip onto Sunfall's shoulder. "Don't worry about him. I'll be perfectly fine, and his temper will soon end..I hope." He paused at the end. Maybe it wasn't so good to of said that, but shaking his head he decided it really didn't matter.

Sunfall smiled at him. "I know. But I've feared this, that they can't accept you because of your former life. You are apart of ThunderClan, Firemoon, I hope you know that." Picking up his prey Sunfall leads the way back to camp, leaving Firemoon to follow him back silently.

...

The half-moon lit the path as he walked. His yellow eyes narrowed, cold and glaring at the group before him. There were about six cats, each with battle-scars lining their pelts.

One white tomcat stepped out of the group. Muscles rippling under a thin coat of white fur, and pink flesh showing on burnt skin. "Good to see you finally arrived," the tom hissed in a deep voice.

Raking his cold gaze among the cats, he simply nodded. "Of course I came, Rag, why wouldn't I?" He paused. "Are you almost ready. A night like this would be perfect for an attack, the Clan's medicine cats are all gone."

Rag nodded, his forest-green eye looking back at his cats, while his milky white eye trained forward, unfocused. "Tonight? We can do a smaller raid, but not a full-on attack." He mewed in a thoughtful voice.

Lashing his tail, the yellow-eyed tom growled. "Then to a little raid, I don't care. I need some of my Clanmates gone before I can take lead. Or, have them believe that Pinestar or Sunfall are traitors, that'll be even better." He added with a small smirk. Yes, wouldn't it be great to get rid of those two?

The scarred-white tom raised his head. "Then we attack tonight, hurry back and we shall be just behind you."

The group of cats behind him raised their heads to yowl to the sky. Their voices carrying out like that of howls from wolves, following the yellow-eyed tomcat as he raced through the forest.

1-25-20 8:07 PMWho do y'all think are the traitor?