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&& it was one thing
i just couldn't do.
Two WindClan warriors are caught up in a deadly plot against the WindClan leader—can their deceased father uncover an answer through visions of his own past before it's too late?
More characters are introduced here—
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A very pointy fork! With four prongs!
I still don't own Warriors or Tallstar.
Though I love both dearly.
That hasn't changed, I believe.
I'm mainly writing this for myself.
So I'm not going to pine if you don't review.
But still do it. Seriously. I'll nag you.
It'll inspire me ROFL.
c h a p t e r o n e – the gathering.
Three Clans stood in the hollow, a buzz of conversation humming through the winter air. "WindClan is late!" a white-and-gray RiverClanner growled, watery blue eyes filtering through the crowd of multicolored pelts. There were no small, rangy cats mingled with the rest, and no sign of the WindClan leader on the rock. It was not merely a case of the fourth Clan arriving last—the moon was past the high, and cats were beginning to get restless.
"Here they are!" the yowl cut through the crowd as the Clans in relief turned to the fourth side of the hollow, down which poured the thin, wind-blown pelts of the moorland cats. The dark leader leapt up on the rock, where he had a short conversation with the other leaders.
Suddenly a ripple of excitement passed through the crowd and a dark ginger tomcat slipped through—large for a WindClan cat, his ruff of long, fluffy orange fur flaring around his face as he looked around him. He was a cat who was always smiling, flashing those alabaster teeth—but today he was more reserved, merely cool as he passed by the other warriors.
There was a kind of magnetism to him, to his flamelike eyes, to the way he walked—and you could tell it was not intentional. That didn't matter—where he passed the eyes of she-cats followed in fascination, the gazes of tomcats narrowed in distrust. "Hi Russetstripe!" a young warrior from ThunderClan mewed breathlessly, cutting into his path so he had to draw up short. "Evening, Thistleheart," he purred as he slipped past her, his long fur brushing up against her for a moment as he kept going, leaving her awed in his wake with the eyes of a dozen jealous she-cats on her.
"Who's that?" A female ShadowClan apprentice asked in wonder to the white WindClan warrior sitting next to her. The WindClanner groaned and rolled her eyes.
"That's Russetstripe, the cockiest, vainest, most idiodic tom I've ever met," she said dryly. The apprentice looked up in surprise at the older she-cat, her green eyes disgustedly following the younger tom as he mewed greetings right and left.
"What's wrong with him?" the ShadowClan cat asked, a little put off.
"Everything."
"How so?"
"He's disgusting. All he has to do is smile at a she-cat and they're willing to go jump off the gorge for him…" she trailed off and let out a hiss of chagrin—she hadn't meant to let that slip. The apprentice gave the snowy warrior a confused look, but they were broken up as the leaders yowled for attention.
"Cats of all Clans!" the WindClan leader yowled, "I apologize for our being late, one of our warriors was killed in a terrible accident tonight and we were holding vigil for her soul. Cloudflight rests in StarClan." A gasp of surprise ran around the Clans— and several looked at the white she-cat, who lifted her chin and looked stubborn.
"I'm so sorry, Icetail," A cat to her left murmured, "You must have been close to your sister."
"Not really," the white she-cat said dryly, "I don't like stupid cats." This took the cat aback and he was silent thereafter as the gathering went on.
"Was it really an accident?" the ShadowClan apprentice asked after a minute, quietly. A moment of silence passed before Icetail shook her head.
"No," she said quietly, bitterly, "She meant to do it. Because if he wouldn't take her, she didn't want anyone." Her eyes pinpointed the flamelike pelt of Russetstripe out in the crowd and the ShadowClan she-cat followed her gaze silently, numbly. "He's too good for anyone—and he's too stupid to even realize what he did. And nobody has the heart to tell him."
Icetail gritted her teeth. "But I do. Cloudflight was my sister—stupid as she was—and I won't let anyone else go the way of her. Russetstripe's got to wake up—and I'm going to wake him."
The ShadowClan she-cat nodded her head after a moment. "I don't blame you." Her little voice was hushed. "I don't blame you."
There was respect in that voice, which surprised the older she-cat. They did not speak again.
"That was my first sin," Russetstripe said in a soft tone to Tallstar, who turned his head towards the ginger tomcat.
"You were quite popular," he observed in his deep voice, eyes lingering on the image in the water of the bitter she-cat and the smiling tomcat in the crowd.
"Yes," the StarClan cat said tiredly. "I was. And see how it served me." Bitterness saturated his tone as the leader once again flicked him comfortingly.
"She killed herself?" Tallstar asked softly. Russetstripe nodded, throat tightening as the memories came to him.
"She said she loved me. I didn't know… I didn't understand… I was young and arrogant and so… stupid. I didn't know what she would do."
"I don't blame Icetail."
"I don't either."
"Is there more?"
"Are you kidding, Tallstar? We've only just begun."
w r i t e r c o m m e n t s -
I am not a fan of the rain.
Especially at the same time as snow.
It's not a healthy combination.
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