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Character: Breezepaw of OakClan

Ch. 2 Surprise

"You mean we aren't going back to camp. How can I shove it in Pinepaw's face? What does the rest of the Clan think we are doing?" I shouted, extremely irritated. This threw off all the wonderful and devious plans I had formed.

I could hear Nightclaw unsheathe his long, sharp claws; claws that had given Blueflower permanent scars. "I will only answer the questions I choose to at the times I choose to." He looked me in the eyes. "I could still go back and get another apprentice. I'm sure Hawkpaw and Blackpaw would love to trade places with you." His words were drenched in malice.

"We'll have no problems in the question department." I retorted as fast as I could react. "None at all. I'll be as quiet as my stupid brother Freshpaw." I sneered the last bit. Freshpaw didn't understand that she-cats were ranked below us.

"You had better not act like your brother," chuckled Nightclaw. It seemed weird coming out of him. "Patchwhisker has a lot of training to do if he wants to make your brother into a warrior." smiled my mentor. His voice seemed to loss the edge of viciousness that I that was always present.

That might have been the nicest thing he had ever said to me. "Thanks Nightclaw," I said. "You aren't a bad mentor. You might even be a good one."

I probably shouldn't have said that. "I'm not an average mentor or even a good mentor," he snarled at me. "I'm the best mentor you could have. Now be quiet or I will go fetch your she-cat brother instead." He was back to his normal cruel self.

"I'm way better than Freshpaw," I shouted indignantly. "I think that is more of an insult that I gave you. That is the equivalent of saying you aren't as good as Rainkit."

He ignored my mention to the kit. "At least your brother listens to Patchwhisker. You could learn a few things from you brother." I could see in his eyes that he was being deathly serious. "Maybe you won't have to if you would just be quiet."

I did shut up as we walked down to Sharp Rocks. I had millions of questions floating around my head, I felt like I was going to explode. Nightclaw kept glancing over at me like he was waiting for me to spout of everything that was in my mind.

Finally, I could stand it no longer. "What does the rest of our Clan think we are doing? I won't have Pinepaw telling everyone that I'm picking daisies on the Great Moor." I dug my claws into the soft ground and refused to go a step farther. "I'm not going until you tell me."

Nightclaw gave a sigh. "Now that is why I picked you," he told me. "You have the spirit of a true OakClan tom." Instead of answering my question, he just stared straight ahead and walked closer to the rocks on the horizon.

"I'm not moving until you tell me what the Clan thinks we are really doing? I can wait all day," I shouted towards Nightclaw. When I saw my mentor stop dead in his tracks, I froze where I was standing.

Her turned around, and his eyes were a cold moss green. His black fur seemed to ripple over his abundant muscles. "You want to know what we are doing Breezepaw? Do you, do you?" His eyes were blazing and his claws were out.

I backed against a tree and the bark scrapped against my back. "I was just wondering," I managed to spit out. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It is perfectly fine with me." I don't think I had ever been this scared in all my apprenticeship. Nightclaw's eyes froze my courage and sapped my strength.

He didn't say anything, but patiently crept closer to me, like he had all day. His paws slid silently over the ground. Not a single leaf crinkled under his expertly placed paws. The pair moss green eyes poured into mine.

Without warning, his claw flew towards my head. There was no time to duck the swipe, and I prepared myself to join StarClan. My eyes were shut, but I didn't feel the pain of claws slicing through my head.

I peeped through my eyelids to see Nightclaw standing in front of me with his front paw bleeding a fresh red blood. He just looked from his damaged paws to me and than to the forest floor.

One of his sharp claws had lodged itself in the wood above my head. It gleamed under the sunlight that shown through the leaves and branches of the high trees. The tiniest crimson was freckled on the end.

His fury seemed to slowly ebb away when he saw his claw staring him in the face. "I'm sorry about that. I was just like you when I was an apprentice. Risingstrike would threaten to kill me everyday," he told me. "And look at me now. I'm OakClan's deputy."

"Do you think I could be the next deputy?" I asked him. I could picture myself standing proudly on top of Tom Rock and giving kits their mates. The toms would love me, and the she-cats would fear me.

"Only if you listen to me," he answered. "Now, will you get me some cobwebs or moss, so I could put it on my wound?" he asked me in a nice tone. His words slurred the littlest bit because he was already licking up the blood.

"Sure Nightclaw," I responded and darted out of his view. I didn't want to to be there when he remembered he was angry at me.

The forest passed by at a leisurely pace as I strolled through looking for an old spiderweb. Only she-cats used the ones that still had spiders on them.

I had given up hope of finding any, when I spotted one hanging between two roots. There was some leaves caught in it, but it would have to do. Nightclaw probably wouldn't notice in his mood.

When I got back to where my mentor was laying, he was drawing a diagram in the caked dirt. "Hello, Breezepaw," he called to me. "I see you brought me some moss. Why don't you sit here as I tell you some stories."

I stood there awkwardly as he wrapped his paw in cobwebs. He was telling me about the things he did while he was an apprentice. He told me how he and Jadeclaw were so close, Adderstar, a new leader at the time, gave them similar warrior names.

I nodded and smiled the whole time until Nightclaw finally seemed to back out of his trance. "So you want to know what the Clan thinks we are doing, right?" He asked. His voice had lost some of the carefree tone he had used throughout his full story.

"Of course I do," I responded, feeling like everything was back to normal. "I have only been asking for the last several minutes."

Nightclaw swallowed a snarl and answered my question. "Adderstar told everyone we were hunting a mother fox in the marshland."

I gave myself a victorious smile. Pinepaw will be feeding the queens thinking about the fun I'm having on a fox hunt. "He is going to be so jealous," I whispered to myself.

"No he won't," said a voice from behind me. I turned around only to see tree roots and the blackberry bushes. The only noise was the leaves blowing in the slight rustling of the wind. The forest was eerily quiet.

Nightclaw must have heard because he unsheathed his claws. I heard a small hiss from him when he felt the gap where the missing claw would go. "We aren't weak kittypets," he called into the quiet trees. "and we aren't loners who hang around causing trouble."

"Neither are we," said the voice. From the tree tops, a light ginger she-cat leaped nimbly from branch to branch until she landed quietly onto the ground. "I'm Danger," she said with a ring in her voice, "and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

Nightclaw let out a short, dry laugh. "Breezepaw and I can beat you with our eyes closed. We don't take well to intruders of she-cats, so I suggest you get going." My mentor paused for a second before adding, "now!"

Danger responded with a high pitched laugh of her own. "Rose, why don't you introduce everyone," he hollered up to the branches.

I gave him a skeptical look. "I think OakClan toms could beat whatever cats you have hiding around here. They would be no match for us. They are weak for following a she-cat."

I should have kept my mouth closed because as soon as I finished, cats came pouring down from the overhanging branches. The amassed fighters consisted of both toms ans she-cats.

Nightclaw looked at all the cats around him and sheathed his claws. "So Danger," he said. It sounded like he was choking on the words. "I think we should talk about this."

I'm sorry this is so short, but I'm going away this weekend, so I wanted to post another chapter. I have answered all my questions on my blog, so please visit. There is a link on my profile or on the last chapter. There might be one more Breezepaw chapter before I move onto Brightkit.