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Chapter One
"...and Silverstream, Blackclaw, Heavypaw and Mistyfoot on the fishing patrol." Leopardfur meowed before padding off to join her border patrol.
Mistyfoot rose to her paws and followed the three other cats out of the camp, taking a few moments to admire the sun rising up into the sky.
After a little bit, they neared the river. "We're going to go farther upstream to fish, Mistyfoot," Blackclaw meowed gently, gesturing to his apprentice. "Want to come with us?"
"No thanks," the blue-gray she-cat replied breezily. "I'll stay here."
Blackclaw turned around and walked farther away, Heavypaw following. "I think I'll go with them," Silverstream said, a hint of regret in her voice. "See you later. Hope you catch a lot."
"Thanks."
The silver she-cat padded after the toms. Mistyfoot swished her tail patiently, waiting for fish to swim by so she could dunk her paws in the water and feel the excitement of the kill. While she waited, she looked up once and saw that specks of a familiar ginger pelt shone through spaces on a bush where leaves were separated. The blue-gray she-cat was surprised that he was this close to the border alone.
"Fireheart?"
The orange tom lifted his head. "Mistyfoot?" he also looked somewhat confused. "What are you doing here?"
I'm in my own territory, the she-cat thought, stifling an amused mrrow. "Hunting. What about you?" Mistyfoot didn't want to sound nosy, but Fireheart had asked the same question, so why couldn't she?
"Hunting as well." The tom came all the way out from behind the bush, which Mistyfoot now realized was farther away than she thought. He licked a forepaw and drew it up over an ear. "Why do you want to know?"
"No reason," she replied lightly. Suddenly, she saw movement below her, and acting upon instinct, lashed out her paw and scooped a wriggling fish out of the river. Nipping the back of it's neck, it went limp in her paw and she set it beside her.
"Nice catch," Fireheart purred. Mistyfoot blushed, turning her head and wondering why she had had such a reaction to one simple comment. "It's nothing."
The orange-pelted warrior's gaze suddenly turned serious. "It's convenient I would meet you here- I need to talk to you about...Oakheart."
"Oakheart?" Mistyfoot whipped her head back and looked at him, a pang of sadness hitting her chest. Her father had been a worthy and noble warrior, but had died during a battle of Sunningrocks a few moons back. Mistyfoot and her littermate, Stonefur, missed him dearly. "What about Oakheart?"
"Well," Fireheart shifted his paws nervously. "I found out how he really died."
"What do you mean?"
"Rumors say that Redtail killed Oakheart before he died. You knew who Redtail was, right?" When Mistyfoot nodded, he continued.
"A ThunderClan apprentice named Ravenpaw said that he saw Redtail was killed by- another cat- before Oakheart died." Mistyfoot gasped. "The who killed him?" Fireheart's expression was unreadable.
"He was killed by a falling boulder not much later." the blue-gray she-cat was shocked. "I'm so sorry," Fireheart meowed softly. Mistyfoot heaved a heavy, sad sigh.
"There's no need, really. I have lots of great memories of him, and I'm glad he didn't join StarClan sooner." The was a stony silence until she heard the rest of her patrol coming to join up with her.
"Oh! I...I think you might want to go..." Mistyfoot meowed awkwardly.
"See you hopefully at the next Gathering!" the ginger tom chirped before disappearing into the forest.
As soon as he had gone, Mistyfoot started pondering things she'd never intentionally thought of before.
Does my pelt look okay?
Do I smell foul?
Did I talk too fast?
Did I talk too slow?
Shaking off the thoughts, she heard the rest of the patrol coming even closer. Just before she came within eyeshot of them, she caught another fish and let it drop down next to her other piece of prey.
"You only caught two fish?" Heavypaw asked, bragging about his multiple pieces of prey. "I've got four!"
Silverstream looked slightly amused, and Blackclaw gave his apprentice a warning look before padding closer to Mistyfoot and whispering in her ear. "Don't pay any attention to him. Apprentices think they know everything. I think they're great catches." Surprisingly, Blackclaw's comment didn't make her feel the same way that Fireheart's praise did, and she wondered why.
"Come on! Let's go!" Heavypaw dashed ahead, Blackclaw being the first to go after him. Silverstream was not far behind him. Sighing, Mistyfoot grabbed her fish and followed quietly.