Winged

by sugarygranola

When two cats from each Clan find out they are related, they bond together, meeting every two nights by the lake. As their meetings continue, they uncover secrets from their parents past- and their powers. They find they have the power of super strength and flight. They soon realize that they were given powers for one reason- to save the Clans from an approaching danger.

8. Chapter 7 - Secrets

Another chapter! I think this story is going well, now that i'm past the ceremonies. At first, I had some doubts, thinking:
"I'll just quit the story. It's no use to me." Then I got tons of support from you all. It inspired me, and now I'll never give up on this story. Thanks for the support, guys. It means alot to me.

~Dove

Winged: Chapter 7: Secrets

Spottedpelt padded out of the medicine den. She couldn't stop thinking about the dream at the Moonpool. What did Leopardstar mean, eight? How will these 'eight' help the Clans? When will the eight come? The questions danced in her head like thoughts of fresh-kill. "Spottedpelt, mind helping me?" Willowshine called, interrupting her thoughts.

Spottedpelt eagerly pelted into the den. "Yes, Willowshine?" "Mind helping me with Stonestream's ticks? He has tons!" She purred. Spottedpelt gathered the mousebile, and padded to the elders den. "Stonestream is at the back of the den, now-a-days. He has grown old, you know." Willowshine whispered, careful not to wake Swallowtail, the other elder. Spottedpelt only nodded, and walked to the back of the den.

"Stonestream?" She whispered, poking the elder's belly. "Huh?" He rasped. "Stonestream, we're gonna get the ticks off of you, now." "Eh, okay. Be careful not to hurt me. My body can't handle as much as it used too." He purred. Willowshine was now at Spottedpelt's side, preparing the mousebile. "When we finish, be sure not to lick the places we put mousebile on. You'll get a terribly sour taste for days." Willowshine warned, Spottedpelt nodding at the words.

After Spottedpelt was finished with Stonestream's ticks, she left the den. "Hey, Spottedpelt!" Called her sister's voice. Jerking her head to the side, she saw Dapplesong. "Hi, Dapplesong. What are you up to?" "I was just about to go eat with Pouncetail. Wanna join us?" Spottedpelt knew of her sisters crush on Pouncetail, which she purred at. "Sure. So I see you've finally got guts to chat with him, huh?" Dapplesong cuffed her ear, playfully. "Oh, hush, Spottedpelt." She purred.

Dapplesong grabbed a shrew, and Spottedpelt got a squirrel. They padded over to the orange-and-white tom, who already had a mouse. "Hi, Dapplesong. Hi, Spottedpelt." He purred as they reached him. "Hello, Pouncetail. How was the patrol this morning?" Spottedpelt asked, casually. "It was good. We found some prey on the way back, and found no intruders in the territory." Dapplesong sat next to him. "Thats good. No sign of ShadowClan." He nodded.

Spottedpelt started to eat her squirrel, while the two chatted away. "Wanna go on a hunting patrol with me, later?" Dapplesong asked. "Sure. You're a fun cat to hang out with." Spottedpelt got a sudden feeling. Her sister and her were 'connected' in a way. She picked up Dapplesong's feelings. They were a little sad. She must be upset because he just called her a friend. Poor Dapplesong. Pouncetail and her would make a cute couple.

Spottedpelt finished her meal quickly. "I have to go, guys. You know, Medicine Cat duties." She pelted back to the den, and saw Willowshine there, mixing herbs. "What are you mixing?" Willowshine jerked around, startled. "I was making more mousebile. We're running low." Spottedpelt nodded, and went to the back, sorting herbs.

Spottedpelt curled up into her nest, ready for a good night's sleep. "Goodnight, Willowshine." "Goodnight." She called back, sleepily. She curled her tail over her nose, and her eyes began to grow heavy. Right before Spottedpelt's eyes, she found herself in StarClan hunting grounds. "Hello?" She called, looking around in all directions. "Welcome back, young one." A voice called back.

Spottedpelt jerked her head back to see Leopardstar, RiverClan's former leader. Anger surged through her body. "Are you gonna tell me something thats not useless? I need answers, Leopardstar!" She hissed. Leopardstar flicked her tail. "Calm down, young one. You will learn more soon." Spottedpelt just stared at her. "StarClan only wishes I tell you one thing, at the moment." "What is it?" Spottedpelt asked, excitement sparkling in her eyes.

"You and Dapplesong are apart of the eight." Spottedpelt's fur glowed. Her eyes glazed with question, and Leopardstar just purred. "H-how.. How are we in the prophecy? What must we do? Who are the other 'eight' cats?" "You will learn more as moons pass, young one. But remember, I am here as your guide." Spottedpelt wanted answers, but understood that she must wait. "Thank you, Leopardstar. Your help will be needed, and gladly received." Spottedpelt said, dipping her head. Leopardstar nodded at the wise she-cat. "Until then, Spottedpelt," She whispered, fading.

Spottedpelt awoke in her nest, shaking with excitement. Should I tell Dapplesong? She debated. No, She decided. I should tell her when I have more information about this prophecy. It was around midnight, so her clan-mates wouldn't be awake yet. She pelted out of the den, and waited, watching stars fade, and moon dip down. Oh, StarClan, She thought. This prophecy has become more ominous than before.

This chapter was kinda short, but I dont mind, and hope none of you do, either. And once again, thanks for ALL of the support. You don't understand how much it means to me. Thank you, guys.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FREAKS! (Just kidding, I luf you guys)

PS: THIS IS MY FANFIC. I OWN IT, BUT I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS OR SPOTTEDPELT. SNOWSONG OF SNOWCLAN OWNS HER. THE ERIN'S OWN WARRIORS

~Dove