The next chapter in the Warrior's Rain series.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or Wolf's Rain.
Snowpaw was shocked from his sleep as a wail of greif echoed through the charred forest. Apperently there were others that had survived the massive fire.
He began to pick his way through the rubble heading toward his camp again. All the while he silently prayed to StarClan that his father had been spared from suffering the same fate as Winterstar. Snowpaw was so lost in hsi prayers and forbodings that it wasn't until last second that he realized there was another cat here.
As Snowpaw stepped on an unusualy shaped burnt stick a tom began hissing and spitting in fury, clawing at his pelt. The white tom retaliated and grabbed the thrashing enemy by the scruff and hurled him back into the soot.
The young apprentince aged tom was dark dark gray with lighter underparts, easily allowing him to blend into the ash. His green eyes blazed in humiliation as he shook the ash off of his pelt.
"Darkpaw?" Snowpaw recognized the tom as Darkpaw, a ShadowClan apprentince that he had met at the last Gathering. Darkpaw hissed as he realized that Snowpaw was a ThunderClan cat.
"Get out of my way ThunderClan." he snarled as he shoved the other apprentince aside and began to make his way back to his own camp.
"Hold it." Snowpaw blocked Darpaw's way with his body. "Shouldn't it be better if we stick together? I mean we have no idea if we are the sole survivors of both of our Clans. We could meet a dog or a fox looking for a free meal on the dead warriors and might stumble across on of us."
Despite ShadowClan's natural hatred of ThunderClan even Darkpaw could see the sense in Snowpaw's words. He gave a rather reluctant nod and the two apprentinces travelled back to the four Clans together, only stopping once to hunt.
As Snowpaw padded back to the charred stump that was his and Darkpaw's meeting place with a vole he could see the ShadowClan apprentince coming back with a robin, closely followed by two other cats; both toms.
Snowpaw set his vole down at his paws. "Who are they?" he asked, gesturing to the two other cats.
"More survivors." the ShadowClan cat curtly explained through the feathers of his robin as he stalked past Snowpaw and settled down to eat his prey in peace.
"State your name and Clan." Snowpaw told the two newcomers, unsheathing his claws in case they would be rivals.
The oldest, a thickset sandy brown tom with a thick pelt and a lighter face dipped his head. "I am Sandpaw, sole survivor in RiverClan. The fire hit my camp late at night and we were all trapped inside. It was a miracle that even one of us got out."
His companion was a apprentince that barely looked to be about six moons old. His pelt appeared to be a dark brown with lighter underparts. His features were unusualy sharp and pointed and were expressed ever more due to the fact the apprentince had such a thin coat.
The young cat's tail twitched impatiently and his amber eyes still had a spark to them even though most of his Clan died in the blaze. Eager to tell who he was the tom meowed "I am Desertpaw of WindClan." His tail and head drooped as he continued "The rest of my Clan are dead. The dry grass of the hills caught fire fast and not even they could outrun their fate."
"Surely we can't be the only survivors? Some other ShadowClan and ThunderClan cats must have survived." Sandpaw pointed out.
"We can only hope." Darkpaw growled. The tom's face was carefully stoic but his green eyes openly displayed his worry for his Clanmates.
"Perhaps we should check on ShadowClan's camp first. It's closer than ThunderClan's camp." Snowpaw suggested, hoping to put the young cat's mind at rest. The other cats voiced thier agreements and the four toms set out, all silently praying to thier anscestors that they were not the only ones left in the forest.
This was chapter two in the Warrior's Rain series. I know Darpaw's/Tsume's eyes are green in this one but in the anime they looked more greenish than yellowish to me. Keep watch for the next chapter: United We Stand.