Chapter Four
"Ahh," Firestar's warm voice filled the den. Reason heard him before she saw him. A second later he stepped gracefully into the darkness, the vines parting as if they were working electronically. "There you are." His eyes fell over Spiderleg, then Reason, and finally Brambleclaw—that was where they stayed. Brambleclaw flinched, turning away. Congealed blood framed the side of his face, frozen and flaky, stiff on his fur. It would definitely be a scar in the morning. Reason wondered when he would take the time to clean it off.
Reason coughed lightly, trying to get back on topic. "Oh. Yes. Right," Firestar walked the few extra steps over to her, where he presently sat, his tail curling around his front paws.
"Brambleclaw, Spiderleg, leave us if you'll please…Brambleclaw, I'll need you to stay and guard the entrance, of course." The cats bowed and left. Reason could just see in the sparse moonlight that Brambleclaw sat up straight and tall, just to the left of the opening. Spiderleg had vanished.
"Reason, now, is it?" Firestar asked bringing her back to attention.
"Yes," Reason mewed, her eyes traveling around the den. It was roughly five feet wide. "But I've yet to get your name," she added, giving him a dazzling smile that lit up the entire room. Firestar looked a bit taken aback, as if he almost didn't understand. But then his eyes grew to slits.
"I am Firestar, leader of ThunderClan. May I ask of you, who has no Clan heritage, what you were doing in our part of the forest at such a late hour? Who are you, to try to fight off my warriors, and to be so brash an parade around them as if they were mere servants?"
"I was—"
"Then you come into our camp, a captive, and cause strife between Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw?"
"Squirrelflight is a bitch."
"Squirrelflight is my daughter," Firestar snarled dangerously.
Reason stared.
Firestar's temper flared, "Who the hell are you, to judge someone you only just met?"
"Reason," she declared haughtily.
"Excuse me?" Firestar hissed.
"I said, Reason." He still looked blank.
"You said, 'Who he hell am I,' and I replied, 'Reason,' because that's who I am. That's what I said. That's obviously what I tend to do. The same question can be asked of you, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan. Well guess what? I don't give a fuck who you are, what you do, what you represent. I don't care you have a bitch for a daughter. I don't care that she'll never get Brambleclaw, who is so messed up by her at the moment I think that he went into a relapse. I don't care that you don't respect your guests—"
"Prisoner," Firestar corrected.
"What the hell!" Reason yelled, getting to her feet. "You don't own me. I can leave this damned place whenever I feel like it. Fuck this—I'm leaving now," and with that, she stormed away from ThunderClan's leader, and into the claws of a dozen warriors.