Chapter #27 The Haunting -
Dewpaw stared up at the large white leader. The gray tom's muzzle was covered in blood his body felt full of pain but there was no wound exceeding the complex mass of feelings he had at the moment.
"Dewpaw, in order to be of our own, we must make you a warrior. This will be your naming ceremony with Fogpaw. Are there any requests?"
The cats from below started to chat to each other.
"Make him kill one of ThunderClan and wear the skin of punishment upon his shoulders and drink the blood of revenge!"
"Kill the rest of your kin! Bring back their bodies to feed our kits and elders!"
"Let him mate with one of our own to please Cedarheart!"
"Yes and Fogpaw too!"
"Let our warriors live on, kits will be born and bad blood will be spilled in their favor!"
Blackrose flinched. Smokeshade would chant about bad or dirty blood. Fogpaw stepped up.
"May Dewpaw choose his own name and destiny, maybe Cedarheart will approve or suggest?"
"Good Idea. Dewpaw what name would you like?"
He thought for a while, his ears perked up and he grinned.
"Dewsoot, after my mother's mentor, Sootfur, I think Cedarheart would approve, it's a shame that Rainwhisker, his brother and my mentor, would not see this day to come."
Blackstar laughed, "The only time you will see Rainwhisker we will be using him to feed the kits and keep them warm with his gray pelt!"
Blackrose hissed at the older warrior, "You take that back you bastard!"
"Never! There will be no more Clans when DeathClan takes over, hey are stronger than StarClan, they have made you who you are. They have few but are the strongest clan of all."
"What if I don't like who I am? My mother and Rainwhisker would tell me stories of haw amazing and heroic my father was, but he was just a piece of fox dung like you, your clan and DeathClan."
Lightning split from aove and the red sunset turn gray, then black. Fogpaw cuddled up to a young ShadowClan warrior who had been talking to her.
"Darkstag, I'm scared, I don't want to die."
The dark brown tom looked down at the apprentice. Her eyes flashed red and he sighed. His crystal blue eyes looked at his paws. A tall cat padded up to him. This cat was probably the tallest cat around. It looked a lot like a wild cat from the times of LionClan and TigerClan. Twolegs call them savannas, His body was long and slender, his ears were black with white dots and he had the markings of a Cheetah, but he was half Serval. Twolegs brought him over seas and kept him till he escaped and he joined ShadowClan after he found out there were few cats left. His pale yellow eyes looked upon the two cats.
"Darkstag, why are you standing so close to that ThunderClan warrior?"
"Inkshower, she will be one of us soon, we took her from the gathering. Cedarheart's ghost insisted we would keep his daughter and son, along with Blackrose's kits." He walked a little way from Fogpaw. "I'm waiting for DeathClan to send me a sign."
"For what?"
"To mate with her, I want to be the father of a DeathClan kit. I want to be remembered."
"Then I shall mate with her too. I want the best of kits."
"Okay, tonight wait for a sign. But, now is her ceremony."
The two large cats watched as Fogpaw went to the top of a small hill, Blackrose and Dewsoot licked her on the way up. She beamed as she saw Her kin's eyes turned a normal color, though hers will be a red until she was a offical warrior.
"What is your name to be?"
The gray apprentice looked out into the distance.
"Fogbank. I see one now. Cedarheart approves, DeathClan approves."
Fogbank hated how different the ceremonies for DeathClan were. She liked StarClan's better, what she hated most of all was being in DeathClan. She did not want to bore Cedarheart's kin. She even tought about not having kits at all, running into the ThunderPath and ending it all. Or Jumping into a Twoleg garden and letting a dog rip her to shreds. Darkstag and Inkshower comforted her though. The shared their fresh kill with her and helped her with finding the best places to hunt. She even tried Rat and toad, they tasted sweet and even better than a juicy rabbit she had a while ago. But, Cedarheart and DeathClan were in her mind and StarClan was not above them that night, but the stars gleamed over the other three clans. DeathClan was just darkness, even the moon was far away.
