Chapter 11
Gingerpaw gulped as she stared at the two dead bodies lying in the middle of the ThunderClan camp. StarClan, will any other lives be lost? Gingerpaw silently asked her warrior ancestors
Gingerpaw stood up and her two siblings, Icepaw and Blizzardpaw looked up at her.
"What's wrong?" Icepaw asked. She and Blizzardpaw both got up and followed Gingerpaw.
"Nothing,"
"Please," Icepaw and Blizzardpaw mewed together.
Gingerpaw rolled her eyes as both of them followed her.
"C'mon, Gingerpaw!" Icepaw mewed.
"What's wrong?" Blizzardpaw asked.
Gingerpaw stared at the ground.
"C'mon!" Blizzardpaw nudged her until she looked him directly in the eyes, "What's wrong."
She stared at his amber eyes and mewed, "I knew they were going to die! Both of them!"
Blizzardpaw looked to Icepaw. They both knew how much both of the she-cats meant to her.
"Gingerpaw," Icepaw cocked her head to try and look at Gingerpaw as she stared at the ground, "It wasn't your fault."
"StarClan told me to go to the Moonpool. They told me two cats dear to me would die. While I was there the fire started!"
"How is that your fault?" Blizzardpaw asked.
Gingerpaw ran away from them. She headed to the cliff where she usually mused.
"Let's see, I've already done that… Perfect!" Gingerpaw heard a voice mutter.
Gingerpaw turned and saw, no other then Burntail, using his paws to draw something in the sand.
He padded away and Gingerpaw crept slowly to what he drew. It looked like squiggles over a circle.
What? Gingerpaw stared at it, trying to figure out what it was. Gingerpaw's ears perked up as she heard something come closer. She ran to a holly bush and stared at Burntail return with moss soaked in water. He squeezed the water onto his design. Then he ran away. Suddenly water rose up from the lake.
It's going to flood the camp! Gingerpaw realized with horror. Gingerpaw stared at the design as she clambered out from under the holly bush. She swiped her paw over the design. Suddenly the water disappeared. So he was the cause of those disasters! He killed all of those cats! Gingerpaw hissed as she headed to the camp entrance.
Gingerpaw ran to Brackenstar. "Brackenstar! I know the cause of all these disasters!"
All the cats stared at her, especially the kin of those who died. Brackenstar flicked his head to the direction of his den. Gingerpaw explained about all she had seen. Brackenstar cocked his head as he listened.
"Hmm, alright, we'll tell the Clan." He and Gingerpaw headed out of his den and Brackenstar called, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath Highledge for a Clan meeting!"
Gingerpaw hopped down as Brackenstar started to explain her discovery. He concluded saying, "If anyone sees that tom, kill him." His eyes flashed with rage. No cat was going to kill his Clan. Brackenstar was very protective when it came to cats killing his warriors.
Icepaw and Blizzardpaw came to her, their white pelts mingled with her tabby pelt as they flanked her and the three headed to the apprentices' den.