Chapter 4
Crowpaw padded out of the apprentice's den staring at the nursery.
Poor Firekit... I am sorry, my sister. I will fight for your freedom from mother.
He padded over to the fresh-kill pile tail drooping while he thought.
That's it! I need Volepaw's help though.
He stopped about halfway across camp and spotted his sister heading to the elder's den. He bolted after the mottled she-cat, as he got closer, the stench of mouse-bile made him gag. He paused and took a deep breath then followed his sister into the den. I need to tell you something, wait! He thought while charging after her. Like she read his mind she stopped and put down the bile and turned to face him. Crowpaw almost ran into her. "What did you need?" she questioned. Crowpaw shifted uncomfortably Did she just read my mind? He thought. Suddenly a strange presence in his mind appeared, he recognized Volepaw's sent and voice. Yes I did, furball. Now what did you want to talk about anyway? No one can hear us but us, spit it. She said.
Alright, I want to save Firekit. His spine shivered at the thought of her sister being able to read minds and talk to him through his own mind, using his presence as hers.
What am I supposed to do to help? She asked, Crowpaw could feel a claw slice through his very being. I- he began but was cut off short from Volepaw walking away, leaving him feel lonely and broken in his mind, taking his breath away.
Great! Even my own sister won't help me! Crowpaw was hunting in the thick undergrowth of Thunderclan territory when they heard a yowl of pain. Fernclaw stopped, her pelt bristling. Crowpaw was horrified of what he had just heard, his pelt on end and his tail erect. Fernclaw's brown pelt ran through the undergrowth Crowpaw trailing behind. "Help me!" a fiery-red she cat screamed. "Firekit!" Crowpaw lunged at the assailant, pelt blazing with fury. The attacker had one blue eye, Crowpaw judged as he leaped toward the figure. A piercing pain struck him in the ribs as he fell to the ground. He saw next to him, a frightening sight, of his mentor, laying bleeding to death on the grass, blood swirling around him. He got up, shaking his pelt, scattering red everywhere. "Fernclaw!" He sat next to his mentor his eyes deep with sadness. Fernclaw looked at Crowpaw, a sight smile on her face. " Crowpaw..." She began,
" Please... Don't worry about me..." With her final breath she closed her eyes and lowered her head. Crowpaw couldn't move. He then turned to see Firekit standing there, heaving her chest violently. " Crowpaw..." She began. "Hi..." Crowpaw was amazed at her first response since their first true battle. He noticed the red staining her fur but she seemed to not be hurt." What happened?" Crowpaw questioned. His sister gave him a fierce look and lashed her tail, she looked away and said " Let's just deal with your mentor." She padded over to Fernclaw's body sniffing it. She picked the body up by her scruff and tossed it and it landed squarely and her shoulders. "Need help?" Crowpaw asked.
" No. Im fine thanks." the she-cat stated curtly. The ginger cat padded away, leaving Crowpaw behind. What happened to her? She was a bouncy annoying furball the last time I saw her, now she is as solid as a stone.. What did happen with that battle? " Are you coming or not, mousebrain?" She called back to him. "Yeah, I'm coming." he yowled back as he padded into the leafy forest.