Hey guys! I really need you to answer this question in your review: Should I change Ashfur to Rainwhisker? See, I haven't read Starlight yet, but people are saying that Squirrelflight and Ashfur are together... (Though I seriously wanted her to be with Brambleclaw)... and I don't know if I should change Ashfur to Rainwhisker. So, please review (I need at least 3 reviews to update the next chapter) and answer my question.
"What are you doing here?"
Ashfur looked towards Ratpaw, who was quietly munching on a mouse in Barley and Ravenpaw's barn. "StarClan-sent mission."
Ashfur explained briefly what had happened so far. "Patrols might come her, looking for her. Tell them that Whitepelt's alive, and they don't need to worry about any danger from Ratpaw."
"Will do," Ravenpaw meowed, "you'd best be on your way. I'll make sure you aren't in any danger."
"Thank you," Ratpaw whispered, feeling very small.
"You're very welcome. Now go!"
The cats traveled for the rest of the day. By sunset, they had reached their destination. The Twoleg towers soared high above their heads. Twolegs and monsters were everywhere. It was all very loud and very nerve-wracking. (A/N: For all that don't get it, they're in the city.) The companions walked on and on, taking in all the noise and sights and scents and confusion. Twoleg garbage was strewn everywhere, and it was very disgusting. (A/N: No offense to people who live in cities... I just don't think cats that live in the forest would be used to it.)
"Me-ow!" A scrawny orange cat and an equally scrawny gray tabby tom sidled up to Whitepelt and Ratpaw.
"Get away from me, you piece of filth!" Ratpaw screeched. Whitepelt scrathed the gray's nose. Tsunamipaw and Ashfur got ready to attack.
"Now, now," The orange tom said, backing up, "We're only trying to help. You look lost."
"We don;t need your help," Tsunamipaw hissed.
"The pretty ladies need a tom who knows his way around," The gray tabby insisted.
"Leave!" Ashfur warned.
"No! Leave the she-cats to us, and then we'll let you go."
"We will never go with you," Whitepelt growled.
"Now, that isn't for you to decide, now is--" The brown tom never got to complete his sentence. Ratpaw had leapt at him, and caused a killing bite to his neck. City-cat skills would never match up to the skills of a forest-warrior.
"It isn't for me to decide? It sure looks like it was," She hissed menacingly.
The gray cat gave Ratpaw a fearful stare, then vanished.
"Nice going, sis," Tsunamipaw congratulated.
Ok, so how was is? Tell me in your review! Don't forget to answer my question!