Hello peeps! Sorry, this chapter is a bit late- I got lazy. :P Anyway, only five more reviews until I have reached my 100-review goal! And to think at the beginning I wanted, like, 25 . . . :P again
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors . . . =sigh=
Stormsky surveyed Nightwind- his mother - as she stared off into the distance. Her eyes were wistful and faraway. "Who was my father?" he blurted, pelt bristling with anxiety.
"His name was Duskfur," Nightwind mewed distantly, not meeting her son's eyes. "He was light gray with blue eyes. He was ThunderClan."
Stormsky blinked. He'd never heard of Duskfur. His mother looked so sad; he felt he needed to change the subject. But he needed more answers. "Where's Duskfur now?"
"He died in a battle against ShadowClan," Nightwind's voice hardened and she lowered her ears. "Those rotten crowfood eaters, they said they didn't mean to, but they did!" The black she-cat dug her unsheathed claws into the grass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, as if showing Nightwind's anger.
"Nightwind?" Now Stormsky figured it was best to get off the subject of his father. "How do I save WindClan?"
Nightwind turned to him, her eyes shining like blue orbs. She rasped, "The source of the illness is not where you expect it, Stormsky. Neither is love." A sharp blast of wind blew her away as usual, and Stormsky had to close his eyes and dig his claws into the ground to keep from being blown away himself.
When Stormsky woke up at dawn's light, he had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He stood up from his bed of moss in the warriors den and watched as Jadeheart, the one he always thought he would love, left the den. His brain went on overdrive as he followed her out and padded over to the fresh-kill pile for breakfast.
The cat he had trusted most since the first day he met was there, gnawing on a sparrow. Stormsky lifted a mouse by its tail and sat down beside his best friend. "Thrushfeather, if I told you something that would save the Clans, would you believe me?"
Thrushfeather's ears pricked like he was listening for prey. "Of course!" he meowed.
Stormsky took a deep breath and stared sharply into his friend's eyes. They were wide and honest- Stormsky knew Thrushfeather wouldn't lie.
"Well, last night I had this dream . . ."
Stormsky stood at the edge of the WindClan border, Thrushfeather at his side. The brown warrior was pacing back and forth nervously. Stormsky surveyed him with an amused gleam in his blue eyes. "What are you so worried about?" he asked.
Thrushfeather stopped and cast a glance at his friend. Then he continued pacing. "What if WindClan are hostile? They might not want us to help, even if they are sick . . . and how do we know we can find the answer in WindClan?"
Thrushfeather was voicing all of Stormsky's thoughts. He gulped and meowed, "Well . . . I don't know. But I get this feeling that they'll let us help."
Thrushfeather let out a sigh. "Not sure, Stormsky," he mumbled.
"Hey!" Stormsky raised his ears. "I see a patrol!"
Sure enough, a gray she-cat, a tabby she-cat, a ginger tom, and a brown tom were approaching swiftly. The ginger tom, who was the smallest and probably an apprentice, raced ahead, his pelt bristling. "What are you doing, ThunderClan?" he yowled.
"We've come to help your Clan because you're sick," Thrushfeather blurted. Stormsky butted his friend in the shoulder.
"Smooth," he muttered. "But yeah, what he said."
"How did you know we're sick?" challenged the gray she-cat.
"Partly because you just told me, and partly because every Clan is sick," Stormsky replied.
"This cat is irritating me," grumbled the tabby she-cat.
"Yeah, can I attack him?" the ginger apprentice asked.
"Be quiet, Tigerpaw," meowed the brown tom. "You too, Mossheart." The WindClan tom's amber eyes searched the ThunderClanners. "Is it true every Clan is sick?" he asked.
"Yes," Stormsky admitted. "I heard it at the Gathering."
"I was there, Ivystar didn't even show up!" Tigerpaw put in. "He sent his deputy!"
Stormsky nodded. "Yes." His mind flashed to Nightwind's anger at ShadowClan for killing Duskfur . . . he shook himself back into the real world.
"So may we help?" Thrushfeather asked.
"ThunderClan always thinks they can help every cat," the gray she-cat hissed.
"Stoneclaw, we don't want a fight," the brown tom sighed. "They're right; we have some sick cats."
"Hawktalon-" Stoneclaw began. "How do we know they're not spying?"
Stormsky couldn't believe this. How could WindClan be so paranoid? They hadn't brought a battle patrol or anything, yet these cats still thought they wanted to attack them in some way.
Hawktalon locked eyes with Stormsky. The dark gray cat stared right back at him. Keeping his voice level, Stormsky meowed, "I swear to StarClan that we will not hurt your Clan in any way. We just want to help."
Mossheart kneaded the ground. Stoneclaw's tail twitched. But Hawktalon just exhaled sharply and meowed, "Then come to our camp. It is Whiteleaf's decision if you can help her and Bluepaw."
Stormsky dipped his head respectfully, as did Thrushfeather. Then they set off towards WindClan camp.
Yeah, that was more of a filler chapter, but review nonetheless! If I get 100 reviews by the next chapter, I will give out Stormsky plushies! Virtual, of course . . . : ) Later!