Bluestar the Wise. Bluestar the Leader. Bluestar the Crazy. Also Bluestar the Suspicious, as we're about to learn...
Chapter Five - Bluekit
In which Bluepaw catches her father in the act of kitnapping
Bluepaw was hunting when she saw a most peculiar sight. Her father stalked carefully through the forest, ears pricked to catch any noise. She frowned. What was he doing?
Stormtail padded forward, evidently assured that no one was watching him. Wrong, Bluepaw thought as, curious, she followed him as he headed toward the Twolegplace.
Her father stepped softly, stopping ever so often to glance over his shoulder. Bluepaw was well-hidden, so he did not catch sight of her, but she wondered what he was doing.
At last, Stormtail reached the fences that bordered ThunderClan's territory with Twolegplace. To Bluepaw's shock and horror, her father didn't hesitate, but jumped onto one of the fences and disappeared into the maze of Twoleg nests.
She waited for him to return. She waited a long time, nearly an hour. When Stormtail poked his head over the fence and leaped back down into ThunderClan territory, he carried a small, mewling kit in his jaws.
Bluepaw was stunned. What was he doing? Was he... kitnapping?
Purposefully, Stormtail strode back into the forest. Bluepaw stealthily followed him until they reached the RiverClan border. Unaware of his silent watcher, Stormtail sat down with the kit in his jaws, staring across the river, as if waiting for someone.
In a matter of minutes, a slim young RiverClan she-cat appeared on the other shore. She swam across, took the kit from Bluepaw's father, and, without exchanging a word with Stormtail, swam back across the river.
Stormtail yawned, stretched, then groomed himself for a little while. At last he made as if to go, but Bluepaw was not about to wait quietly and not tell anyone. She burst out of hiding and hissed at her father, "What was that about?"
Startled, Stormtail jumped, his eyes wide. "Bluepaw!" he exclaimed, sounding a little guilty. "How... how long have you been following me?"
"Long enough," she spat, disgusted. "What were you doing? You stole a kit from Twolegplace, then gave it to some RiverClan cat!"
Stormtail shrugged. "She was part of the Clan, and she was busy. I had to do it for her."
"Do what for her? Kitnap?" Bluepaw yowled.
"Keep your voice down," he hushed her, glancing around. "Yes, alright? I'm the founder of a Clan, WeaselClan, that kidnaps kits from kittypets and brings them to the Clans. Kits like you, Bluepaw."
Bluepaw sat and stared at her father in shock. "I'm... I'm a kittypet?" she said in a small voice. "You're not actually my father?"
Stormtail shook his head, not looking as sad as he should have. "No, I'm not..."
"I hate you!" Bluepaw cried, turning and running away. "I'll tell the whole Clan! You won't get away—"
But Stormtail was faster than her. He leaped on top of her and growled in her ear, "If you tell anyone—anyone—I'll kill you. I'm sorry... you just can't tell."
Shocked and terrified, Bluepaw had no choice but to believe him. She would spend the rest of her life haunted by the thought that she wasn't Clanborn, and would never let her "father" forget it in her death.