3-4-20 8:35 PM

"Wake up," someone jabbed her side. Making the young queen grunt, her tail lashing as she buried her muzzle into the nest. There was a moment of silence before the paw jabbed her again, harder this time right at her ribcage.

Hissing Bluefur lifted her head, anger blazing in her eyes. It was almost moonhigh and darkness filled the nursery. There was almost no light, and the only thing she could see were two bright mossy green eyes. For a minute she was confused, this wasn't the emerald she was use to. But she could remember that colour of eyes, followed by.. "Redcreek?"

The StarClan tom purred, his eyes lighting up. "You remember me!" The tom jumped to his paws, tail curling to his back.

Bluefur nodded, shifting in her nest to not wake her kits up. "Of course I do," she mewed, "but it's been awhile. Why are you here?"

The last time she had seen Redcreek was before Firemoon changed his name, still being called Rusty and before they even became mates. But that had been because of a prophecy, something about fire and water. Blood running cold she narrowed her eyes at the ginger-and-white tom, tail curling around her kits protectingly.

"Is there trouble?" She asked, head raised as she hissed softly.

Redcreek shook his head, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes. "That time will come, but not now. Bluefur, you and Firemoon must be close. How else can you two save the Clans if you aren't joined together?"

Sighing the queen frowned. "We're mates, and have had a litter of healthy kits. How else can we be more joined?" Taking one look down at her kittens she paused. Have we really not been that close over these past moons, so much that a StarClan member could see it?

The tom merely nodded along. His gaze giving nothing away as he twitched his tail-tip. "Cat's are mates, and may have kits together, but that doesn't mean love. Look at many of these queens, Leopardfoot for example. How close are she and Pinestar?" Shaking his head he sighed once before getting to his paws.

"Beware that of the hidden danger, Bluefur. And always be there for your loved ones, they are what is most important in your life."

*

Sunshine beamed down as Firemoon lead a hunting patrol. His punishment was over, and being able to dedicate more time to patrols instead of building nest and cracking fleas had him in a good mood. Tail high, waving in the air he leaped on to a boulder. Ears perked as he scanned the forest around him.

Whitepaw and Patchpelt were with him, along with Sparrowpelt who had joined their patrol. It wasn't much, but with it being greenleaf the four of them could easily catch enough prey for the Clan. "Sparrowpelt," he glanced down at the dark pelted tom, "can you circle around to that side? Theres a rabbit, and I think we can have Whitepaw help us catch it."

At his name, the white apprentice ears perked. "Really?" Yellow eyes wide he purred, his excitement visiable through the bright orbs.

Firemoon nodded. The rabbit was eating some grass, faced away from them without even noticing. Having Sparrowpelt go around, he was paused just behind a bush. Right in front of their prey. "Whitepaw, see if you can go to the back of it. When Sparrowpelt scares it, you'll attack it. Okay?"

Nodding the young tom slithered off to some bracken. His body flat to the earth, eyes trained as he grew still and silent. Good listioner, and he already has fast control of becoming focused.

With a signel from a flick of his tail, Sparrowpelt leaped out, slashing the rabbit's nose. Giving a frightened screech, it twisted and ran right to Whitepaw. Firemoon bunched up his muscles, just in case he had to leap down and help the white tom. Rabbits could be dangerous, they have strong kicks and dirty claws.

Whitepaw gave a yowl and leaped onto the rabbit. Teeth digging into it's neck he didn't let go as it hopped around. Eventually falling down, sides heaving as the young tom finished the animal off for good. "Good job!" Jumping down he flicked his tail over Whitepaw's ears.

Pride shined in Whitepaw's eyes as they carried the prey back. After nearly an hour of hunting they had gotten a respectful amount of prey. Firemoon carried a squirrel, blackbird and a few mice. Patchpelt and Sparrowpelt both had some voles from a nest they found, and Whitepaw carried the rabbit.

As they got into camp some cats padded to them. Snowfur had a proud look on her face as Whitepaw explained the hunt, giving his ears a few brisk licks as she exclaimed. "You're growing up to fast!"

Firemoon had dropped off his fresh-kill. Grabbing the blackbird and swiftly turning to the nursery. He could hear the kits inside, moving around playing with something. A purr rumble in his throat as he spotted them, rolling around as they tackled each other, racing after a ball of moss.

His mate sat in her nest. Tail curled neatly at her paws as she smiled at him. "Back from a hunt?" She asked, leaning forward to nuzzle his cheek.

Giving the top of her head a lick he sat beside her. "Yeah, Whitepaw helped catch a rabbit. He's a good hunter already," the tom restored.

His mate's blue orbs shined. A look of pride flashing across them as she nodded. "Did he tell Snowfur yet?" She asked.

"As soon as he found her," Firmoon replied with a chuckle.

Bluefur seemed to hesitate before speaking. Her tail lashing softly over the side of her moss-bed. "I spoke to Redcreek last night," she meowed in a whisper.

Redcreek? Firemoon felt his fur start to prickle. What did the StarClan cat want? Life had been fine, with no threats to be seen. I think he's just trying to scare us. Firemoon thought bitterly. But he turned a focused gaze to his mate. He knew how much 'StarClan' ment to the Clanners, and defintly to Bluefur.

"What did he say?" Asked Firemoon.

The blue-gray queen paused for a moment. Licking down her chest fur she sighed. "Tha-" Giving a frustrated growl she lashed her tail before sighing heavily. "Nothing bad, just that the danger hasn't shown itself much yet, and we should be fine for now."

Ears perked Firemoon watched the younger cat. There was something clearly bothering her. It was easy to tell, how her eyes darted away from him. Tail-tip flicking and fur brislted slightly. What is she not telling me? Taking a step towards Bluefur he mewed. "Is that all?"

His mate flicked her tail. "Yes," she mewed curtly. "Did you need something?"

Firemoon flattened his ears. "No," getting to his paws the ginger warrior added, "goodnight. I'll try and see you before dawn patrol."

Paddling outside he caught Bluefur's gaze. There was something she hadn't told him, and he needed to know. Is this about Oakheart? His fur startled to bristle along his spine as he walked to the warriors den.

3-16-20 7:58 PM