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"No," Redstar meowed quietly after he had heard the news. "At this rate, we'll have to move. Stupid Twolegs!"
Larksong dipped his head. "We'll be okay," but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than the leader.
Mistypaw and Emberpaw got themselves some fresh-kill. They both shared a squirrel. All of the sudden Poppypaw padded up to Emberpaw shyly.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi, Emberpaw," she replied timidly. "Um, do you mind if..."
"Sure," he replied abruptly. She is pretty, Emberpaw thought.
"I'm going to visit Grasspaw," Mistypaw mewed, as if she was jealous. She took a last bite out of the squirrel, and padded out.
Emberpaw looked into Poppypaw's eyes. Her blue eyes gazed back. Emberpaw felt sleepy. All of the sudden he drew his tongue over her ear. "I...I had a dream." He felt like he could trust her. "I didn't tell anyone."
"You-you want to tell me?" Poppypaw sounded nervous.
"Yeah." Emberpaw looked around, scanning the apprentice's den. Frostpaw was alone in the corner as always. Then his voice dropped to a whisper. "Well, I was in this dark forest. I didn't know where I was. Then this cat came to me. She told me her name was Fawnseeker and she was the previous leader of FireClan."
"The elders told me stories about her," Poppypaw mewed. "She was a hero. But shouldn't it be Fawnstar?"
Emberpaw had just noticed that. "I-I don't know.. Well, anyways, she told me, Thunder and River will come to Fire, and release it from the Dark Forest's grasp."
"I heard the Dark Forest was bad," Poppypaw remarked. "Where the bad cats go. And fire is the name of our Clan, FireClan! That should mean ThunderClan and RiverClan exist."
A click sounded in Emberpaw's mind. And the puzzle pieces came together. "Yes! It all makes sense!" he mewed, forgetting to be quiet. Frostpaw turned around.
"What makes sense?" she asked.
"Um..something," Emberpaw said. He turned back to Poppypaw, and said quietly, "ThunderClan and RiverClan will go to us, and help us because the Twolegs are taking over!"
"Yes!" Poppypaw agreed. "That's it! And then what happpened?"
"I woke up," he answered. "And it was really confusing until you told me." The two cats shared tongues for a while. Emberpaw waited until Poppypaw was asleep, but Mistypaw still hadn't come back.
Suddenly a vision came to his mind. Mistypaw was trying to fend off a fox with a frothing mouth. Her left ear was torn and she looked exhausted. Emberpaw felt a surge of protectiveness, and got up. Poppypaw sensed the movement and leaped to her feet. "What's wrong, Emberpaw?"
"Don't follow me," Emberpaw wanted to keep her safe. It would be his fault if she got badly injured. But Poppypaw didn't listen and bounded off after a running Emberpaw that was trying to find his sister.
Emberpaw paused and heard growls and whines, and scented the smell of blood, fox, and Mistypaw. Emberpaw dove through the bracken and saw the same thing that had happened in his mind-only worse. He caterwauled and leaped into the battle. Poppypaw followed him. She was surprisingly swift and fast, dodging every attack the fox did on her. Mistypaw was far worse, though. She was laying on her side, blood trickling out of her torn ear. She was hardly breathing.
Rage bolted through the black cat. He dodged a blow to his neck and left a deep scratch in the fox's belly. Then the fox looked behind him, and saw more attackers. A grown, female she-cat with a cat about Emberpaw's age leaped onto the fox and pinned him down. She was unfamiliar, but she chased off the fox easily.
"Thank you," Emberpaw breathed thankfully when she turned to them. He had a scratch on his shoulder.
She looked at him for a moment. "My name is Trill. And, you're welcome."
Poppypaw was looking at the younger cat. He was handsome with grey fur and amber eyes, just like his mother.
"That's Rain," Trill mewed. "C'mon," she suddenly looked tired and weary. "Let's go."
"Wait!" Emberpaw cried. "Can't we do something for you?"
She turned around. "Well...yes, I suppose you could.."
"What is it?"
Emberpaw whirled around. Redstar was behind him.
Trill looked taken aback from the new visitor. "My son needs a home," she explained.
Redstar purred. "Of course. You may have a home, too." He flicked his tail, not looking at the apprentices. "Follow."
Sorreltail was sleeping happily, dreaming of chasing a mouse and eating it. Then suddenly she had a sharp pain in her side. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Squirrelflight beside her. "Wake up," she said.
"What?"
"There's a fox in the den," she mewed urgently.
"What?" Sorreltail leaped to her paws. Squirellflight was right. There was a fox.
But in the warriors den? How could it have snuck in? Sorreltail gritted her teeth. Suddenly Squirrelflight leapt at the fox. Too late did she realize the fox was foaming around the mouth. That would make you very sick. "No, Squirrelflight!" Sorreltail yowled, waking up all the other warriors. Mousefur bit down hard on it's flank. But the fox could not be stopped that easily. A whole band of maybe six or seven of them rushed in, and Sorreltail heard cries of kits from the nursery. The whole camp was stirring. Sorreltail caught a glance outside and there were way more foxes than there were in the den.
Suddenly RiverClan scent reached her nose. A wave of RiverClan cats plunged into the den and scratched and bit the fox. But still, that wasn't enough. The first fox fell, but more foxes came. Sorreltail became aware of Stormfur's scent.
"Stormfur!" she yowled. Stormfur was nearby, battling another fox with a grey she-cat she didn't know. The fox fell and Stormfur rushed over to Sorreltail.
"Sorreltail, I need to tell you something," he mewed breathlessly.
"What?"
"A cat came to me. It was Bluestar, her ghost. She told me I had to go on a quest with someone from ThunderClan."
"She told me that too! Oh no, we have to go on a quest," Sorreltail meowed worriedly.
A bark from a fox behind her caught her attention. "Right!" She whirled around, but saw Squirrelflight dangling from the fox's jaws, scarcely breathing. She opened one eye weakly and muttered, "Good luck, Sorreltail."
