I don't own Warriors.
Dirtpaw's POV.
Review Reply: mooncloud-hmm, I never thought about that. I like the idea though. I might have to work it in.
I fled from the scene, already working out an excuse in my mind. Everyone had left in a hurry; hopefully they would believe that I had to swim, even though it wasn't a lie.
"Dirtpaw, did you just get back?" my mentor asked as I entered the camp.
I nodded, hoping I looked more tired than I felt. My mind was reeling about the she-cat's body.
In the apprentice den, everyone was talking about the animals on the island.
"What do you think they were?" one apprentice asked, opening the question to everyone.
"Mutant badgers," another replied. "They reeked just as badly."
"They were two-legs," I said.
All the apprentices stared at me.
"Two-legs?" One apprentice, Eaglepaw asked. "Like what the Elders talk about?"
"Yeah," I said. I was feeling drowsy.
"How do you know?" Eaglepaw said, staring at me like I had just grown a fifth leg.
I wasn't really sure. It just seemed right somehow. "I dunno," I lied. "The Elders descriptions fit. Like with the bright pelts on parts of their bodies, longer fur on their heads, and standing on two legs." I yawned. "Night, I'm pretty tired."
"Dirtpaw, wake up."
My eyes opened to a beautiful tortoiseshell. She smiled, the scent of flowers coming from her.
I stared at her. "Who are you?"
"That would give away too much information, Dirtpaw," She breathed into my ear. "I'm glad someone found me, though."
I continued to stare at her. "You're the she-cat whose body we found."
"Yes, I am."
"Who killed you?"
"I can't tell you that, Dirtpaw. You must find out for yourself." She padded away.
Dirtpaw awoke, the scent of flowers still floating around him.
The day seemed to be in a fog. Hawktree told him more than once to pay attention, but he couldn't. He kept thinking about the clues he had found, what they might lead up to. He had a tortoiseshell she-cat's body, in a lake, and her visiting him in his dream. They didn't make sense.
His head spinning, he ate a mouse away from the other apprentices, talking about the two-legs at the Gathering. It seemed strangely irrelevant, what did it matter that two-legs had come? A she-cat had been murdered. It was far more important that a murderer was loose in the forest, wasn't it?
Unfortunately, I couldn't tell anyone. They would want to know why I was with a ThunderClan and ShadowClan cat, and I didn't want to have to explain.
I was out hunting on my own, wandering closer and closer to the RiverClan border. I wondered if I could talk to Blackpaw, he might have known what it added up too.
"Dirtpaw!"
I glanced up, groaning slightly when I saw that it was Goldenpaw who had called my name.
"Did the others get back to their clans? I couldn't find you after I helped get the cats out of the lake."
"Yeah, we're all fine," I replied, trying to figure out why she was being so nice.
She smiled. I studied her thoughtfully. Her eyes were blue. That was weird; I was sure her eyes were amber at the Gathering. I shrugged it off, figuring I was remembering someone else.
"What about your clan?" I asked nonchalantly. "How are they?"
"We're all shaken up over the things at the Gathering, but besides that, we're fine."
"The two-legs?" I asked without thinking.
"You think they're two-legs too?" Goldenpaw asked, surprised. "That's what I thought, but no one believed me."
I stared at the RiverClan apprentice in shock. "I only said it to the apprentices, but they didn't seem to believe me that much either."
"If we're both at the next Gathering, we can talk about it there," Goldenpaw suggested. "I should go. I've been out for a while."
"Bye," I said my head spinning as she loped off to her own camp. I turned, and began to trot back to my camp.
I don't think it's very interesting, but it works. Why Goldenpaw was being so nice to a WindClan cat will be explained in the next chapter. Hehehe…
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