Chapter 14
The war had started. Yes, war, that was the perfect word to describe it. And it was all Hawkfrost's fault – the cat Darkheart liked.
And that's when she saw it; Hawkfrost was padding around as if nothing was going on. She took her chance.
She pounced on him with Whitepaw watching behind her. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.
"Come on! Darkheart, it's me." Hawkfrost meowed.
"A moon or two ago that would have mattered, now I couldn't care less!" She pounced up to bite him. She saw fear in his eyes, and he ran out of the way. He ran out of sight and Darkheart sighed.
"What was he talking about?" Whitepaw asked.
Darkheart suddenly realized how uncomfortable it would be to explain this to the Clan. "Nothing," Darkheart mewed. "Let's head back,"
Darkheart headed to the warriors' den and sighed as she took a short nap.
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"I don't believe Mudclaw's dead," Darkheart heard Squirrelflight mew.
"I don't believe Mudclaw blamed Hawkfrost," Brambleclaw meowed.
Darkheart flinched. She knew it had been Hawkfrost's fault and Brambleclaw didn't want to believe it because that would mean that Tigerstar's kin automatically carried his ambition.
"How can you not believe it? I sure can!" Squirrelflight mewed.
"How can you say that about my brother?" Brambleclaw hissed.
"How can you not see that he carries your father's ambition? He probably doesn't care about you or Tawnypelt or even Mothwing! His devotion to his Clan is probably an act! Can't you see he wants to put his paws in his father's pawsteps?" Squirrelflight hissed back.
Darkheart walked out of the warriors' and headed to where the two were arguing. "You two of all cats aren't arguing are you?" Darkheart asked.
The two glared at her.
"Okay, okay I'll leave." She headed off to see Whitepaw bragging among her friends.
"So then she pounces on the tabby and the two were in this huge scrap!" Whitepaw was mewing, "Then she chases him out! It was such a sight!"
"You're not talking about my little scrap with Hawkforst, are you?" Darkheart asked.
Whitepaw nodded.
"You're supposed to be telling stories about Brackenfur, your mentor, not me!"
"Sorry," Whitepaw mewed. Darkheart could tell the young apprentice couldn't help smiling.
Darkheart padded to where Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw were still arguing.
Squirrelflight padded away with a huff.
"Hey Brambleclaw," Darkheart mewed.
"Yeah?"
"What if Hawkfrost was involved for one reason or another?"
"I wouldn't believe it." He mewed simply.
Darkheart blinked. "Okay,"
He did it and I'm the only one who knows it. Darkheart sighed and ran off to the Warriors' den.