Chapter 6:
At the Gathering, Flamewing waited for Thornpaw to come sit with me. Soon he did. "Thornpaw!" Flamewing meowed.
"I am not Thornpaw anymore, I'm Thornfrost!" he mewed, sticking his tail up high, proudly.
"Good!" the she-cat purred. "I'm Flamewing!" As they talked Tinypaw and Brightpaw came up to sit with them.
"Can I talk to you?" Thornfrost asked Flamewing.
"Sure!"Together, the two padded over by themselves in a corner.
"We are going to meet each other right after the Gathering," Thornfrost meowed quietly to Flamewing. "Right after moonset but not before sunhigh so then no cat will know we're gone."
"But what if another cat finds out or comes with us?" She asked.
"If they do find out they will not be able to find us. If they come with us-!?" Thornfrost meowed with shock as a sandy she-cat bowled him over and whacked him on the ear with a sharp claw. "Be quiet!" she spat. "The meeting is starting!"
Lightstar stepped forward. "We are under attack!" She yowled under the moon. "Weedstar has attacked us once more!"
"What is the meaning of this Weedstar?" Icestar demanded. "Why are you making all of these attacks!?" Icestar glanced at Lightstar and quickly nodded heads. Weedstar just shifted uncomfortably and said nothing. "Well?!" Beestar meowed. He just looked up at Beestar with sorry looking eyes. "I'm sorry," he rasped quietly. He looked like he meant it. "I just needed to keep my Clan from starving. There is no prey in our territory." Flamewing felt a pang of sympathy for the old leader.
"Well," Beestar spat angrily at the sorry Weedstar. "That doesn't mean that you can steal prey, that's against the warrior code!" Weedstar growled softly at Beestar, who was lashing his tail angrily. Lightstar stepped up to calm down the two leaders. "Let's just calm down-"
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!?" Weedstar rasped then coughed, "Call off the meeting then-" Suddenly Weedstar broke into a coughing fit. As he was coughing, he lost his balance and fell off the rock. Thornfrost ran up to him and called, "Mudpelt!" A brown tom with black paws and dark blue eyes came rushing up. "It is okay, Weedstar…" he meowed. "Okay? OKAY? I JUST FELL OFF HIGHROCK! DOES THAT CROSS YOUR MIND?! THESE LEADERS DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE ATTACKING THEM! IT'S THE TWOLEGS! WE NEED TO ATTACK TO GET PREY, NON POISONED WATER, AND A BIGGER CAMP! OUR CLAN IS GROWING!"
"Calm down Weedstar." Thornfrost whispered soothingly. That seemed to do the trick. "Weedstar needs a moon to rest." Mudpelt called to the other leaders then meowed, "He must be starting to get greencough, that's why he is so confused."
I wouldn't say confused, Flamewing thought. I would say foolish. He should of had his deputy come if it was this bad.
"We need to call off the meeting," Mudpelt continued, "I don't want to take any chances." Before anyone could say a word, CloudClan started to leave. "See you later." Thornfrost sighed as he brushed past Flamewing softly. She looked at Brightpaw and Tinypaw.
"Flamewing!" Icestar called to her. "We're leaving!"
"See you guys later." Flamewing meowed before running into the bushes with Icestar at her side.