Ferndapple stalked through the bushes, the faint leaf-fall sun dipping over the horizon, casting dappling shadows across the barren hillside. Tall flowers and gorse bsuhes waved in the faint wind and her shadow danced along side them. Ferndapple continued on, her eyes set on the boundary, occasionally smelling the air or stopping to listen. As she neared the border, the ground smoothed out, and began to change to soft dirt, causing her to leave pawprints.
Ferndapple didn't seem to care about her tracks as she crossed the Petalclan border, smelling her homeland one last time. She sighed with memories, her beautiful mother, her best friends, her father, the loyal deputy of Petalclan. Ferndapple neatly padded over to a patch of gorse, digging a small dip in the soft soil. The gorse blew above her, and a strang strand tickled her nose, causing her to sneeze, then twitch her whiskers at herself, feeling a pang of loneliness. She looked up to the stars, twinkling bright in the sky. "I miss you mother." she whispered, eyes filling with hurt. "Why did you leave me?"
A star dimmed in the sky, and a misty figure floated down from silverpelt, a tall silver she-cat with aqua eyes."You're never truely alone, dearest daughter, I will be wating for you in the stars." her mother whispered, and licked her ear, before dissolving into mist, and blowing away in the breeze. "No! Wait!" she stood up and called, salty tears dripping from her blue eyes, "Come back! I need you! Please!" she cried, again looking to the sky, where the stars continued to twinkle brightly.
She cried out again, but receiving no answer, she curled up in a tight ball, eyes drooping. A soft rain began to fall, and Ferndapple shivered with cold, pulling closer to the gorse, which offered little to no protection from the weather. She shivered again, ruffling her wet pelt to keep in body heat. She closed her eyes again, this time drifting off into a restless sleep.
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When she awoked, the sound of cat voices drifted to her on the breeze. "Why do we even have to do patrols, Oakrush, there are no other clans!" a high pitched she-cat's voice asked, and Oakrush replied, "Swandance, we just do. It's tradition." '' Mousedung the tradition!" a younger voice spat, "This is just a waste of time!" "Thrushpaw! Gorsefern, have you been teaching your apprentice that!" Swandance spat, glaring at another brown tabby tom.
"No!" Gorsefern spat, glaring at Swandance, "He probably learned it from one of the elders! You know them!" he retaliated, and Swandance ruffled her fur. Wow. Ferndapple thought. These guys are stupider than I thought. her whiskers twitched at their behavior, and she returned her attention to them. 'Gorsefern!' Thrushpaw mewed, "I smell Petalclan!" Gorsefern turned on him, "What!" he sniffed the air, as did the rest of the patrol. "He's right! Remember, an apprentice ran away, and we sent Silverstep and Shrewfire after her, and we found them dead." Gorsefern's neck fur bristled. 'I'm going to kill that stupid she-cat!" Trushpaw spat, "She killed my older brother!" he dove across the border and raced around the back side of the gorse, where Fernpaw jumped out at him, teeth bared and fur bristling. Seeming to notice Ferndapple was bigger than he thought, he tried to run but Ferndapple intercepted him, swiping at his muzzle and leaping onto his back, delivering the killing blow. He screeched in pain and Ferndapple bit down harder, relieving him from his misery.
"Thrushpaw?" Gorsefern raced past the gorse and found Ferndapple standing over his dead apprentices body, and turned on her, letting out a battle cry. The enraged tom swiped at her, and struck her on the shoulder. She hissed in pain but jumped at the warrior, swiping at random and dodging his careless blows. She leaned down to breathe in his face and hissed, "This is for Petalclan!" then reached down and crushef his neck, killing him swiftly. She then turned around and ran, pounding across the ever hardening ground, hearing the agonising cries of the two remaining Birchclan cats over their fallen clanmates.
Her shoulder began to bother her but she raced on, paws instictively leading her to the wide two-leg place, the harsh lights beeming unnaturally. When she reached the twoleg place she squinted at the bright lights and flttened her ears at the noise. This is so much different then the quiet medows of Petalclan territory! she inwardly moaned, but continued on, remembering her grandfather used to be an alley cat. If my family can do this, I can. Now come on Ferndapple, keep going. She glanced around, eyes begining to adjust to the lights. She paded into another alley, and a black shape jumped from the shadows infront of her. ''Lookie here. A pretty new she-cat movin' into town." he circled her and Ferndapple spat at him. "Stay away, fleabag!" she snarled, arching her back and letting out a threatening hiss. "Playing hard to get eh?" the tom leapt at her, "I'll have to take you by force then!''
Ferndapple raised her hackles and snarled, swiping at the tom and colliding with his shoulder. Only his eyes shone pain, but he caught his claws on her muzzle. Ferndapple leapt at him, slicing into his soft belly fur and biting his neck fur. He shook her off like a leaf. Her petite-like frame rammed into the side of the alley, and she was happy to see his belly fur bleeding heavily onto the floor. 'You're mine." he snarled, but Ferndapple issued to last of her strength and stood up. "No.'' she snarled back, this time using her Petalclan speed to turn tail and run, legs working on the hard floor, then springing up to the top of a twoleg nest, racing across the top and leaping down the other side. She padded into another empty alley, padding away softly, tail lashing from side to side.
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