Hey it's Wolf here. Sorry about not updating this over Christmas, I had writers block but am pressing on. I thought it was time to get back to some action and decided to make this chapter a series of fights, so enjoy the skills of Jay's Wing, the blood, and the backstory.
Chapter 16: Jay's Wings training.
Jayfeather walk padded back into camp. He showed up just in time, nearly sunhigh. Jayfeather went about his duties and when it was sun down, he padded to his den to sleep.
…Red, again, he was in Jay's Wings memories. Oh well, he thought. At least this is important. The memory started with Jay's Wing, he was practicing his moves.
Jay's Wing jumped back, while at the same time, barely landing on balance.
"Whoa, badger dung, I've got to get this right," Jay's Wing hissed. He tried again. Again barely landing correctly. He started to do side flips, repeatedly landing, throwing himself into a flip. When he stopped, Jay's Wing stumbled a bit.
"Ok, enough of that for the day, lets try tree climbing," Jay's Wing meowed as he dashed to the tree, grabbing the bark in his claws, flinging himself up the tree. When he got on top of the branch, he quickly ran to the edge and leaped at the targets he had set up, a log in the air suspended by thick sticks underneath so it fell. With a yowl he attacked on of the logs, he landed on it aiming his claws for the top, throat, area. He missed but ignored it as he felt the sticks give and the log fell, he leaped at another, knocking it into another log. Jay's Wing back flipped, attempting to knock down a log with his hind paws but missed. He spun at the next log, doing a barrel roll in mid air, claw extended and at his side, slashed and knocked down the four logs he spun passed. Jay's Wing spotted a last long where the grass me the sand. He pelted to it and with a might yowl, tackled and took down the last target. He sat there panting. He looked back at his work. He quickly counted he had killed ten of the fifteen targets. He wasn't satisfied, logs are one thing, and but real cats are another, and not even being able yet to kill immobile targets was just sad. He was about to continue practicing on something else when.
"Jay's Wing, why are you doing this?" Jay's Wing spun to see, big, green, worried eyes tearing into him.
"Half Moon, what are you doing here?" Jay's Wing meowed.
"I was worried," Half Moon meowed. "You've been training your fur off."
"It's ok Half Moon, I'll be a sharp claw soon, so it will pay off," Jay's Wing responded.
"At what price?" Half Moon asked. "At the price of giving up one of the most care free and fun times in your life. Are you willing to waist it like this What if no one ever attacks, what if that cat never returns?" Jay's Wing didn't respond, he had never thought of this.
"I don't know, but….." He didn't have anything.
The memory faded and a new one started. Jay's Wing was positioned in the center of a fairly large clearing, surrounded by 15 rouges.
"Kill him!" One cried. Two of the rouges leaped at Jay's Wing. Jay's Wing immediately rolled dodging one. Jay's Wing could tell the second would land short he promptly forward flipped onto his back. The rouge landed right onto Jay's Wing's claws. The rouge yowled as he felt the claws dig into his exposed belly. Jay's Wing rolled, putting the rouge on the ground before replanting his claws into the rouges throat. The first rouge yowled as he lunged at Jay's Wing. Using the grip he had, Jay's Wing propelled himself at the rouge, throwing the body into the others behind them knocking them over. Jay's Wing tackled the rouge and ranked his claws down his belly, the rouge let out a cry of pain. Jay's Wing disengaged the wounded rouge, and side spun into a group of three rouges, slicing open their necks, blood immediately rushed out. Jay's Wing, now it a vantage point and no longer surrounded, went on the offensive. As the remaining rouges struggled to gain some sort of advantage. Jay's Wing leaped into the air and did an barrel rolled. (Like the one that ended chapter 11) Killing another two rouges and cutting the faces of two others. Leaping into the air, he landed on the back on another rouge, biting down on his neck. Jay's Wing threw his weight to the side, bringing the rouge down, then flinging the body at a group of three, tripping them up.
"Retreat!" The leader yelled, the remaining cat's disengaged then turned tail and fled. Jay's Wing stood where he was, panting. He smiled, he did very well. Then the thought came to him and he got his doubts. The attack was to good, to organized, to well executed. This was more than a band of rouges, someone was leading them. The memory faded.
Jayfeather woke in his den. He got up and went straight to the fresh kill pile, and picked out a fat mouse. He hurriedly ate.
"Hey Jayfeather," Lionblaze meowed, coming up behind Jayfeather.
"Hey Lionblaze, how you been?" Jayfeather asked.
"Good, Cinderheart and the kits are doing real well,"
"That's good to hear,"
"So, how have you been?" Lionblaze asked.
"I've been well, nothing bad from Starclan, and other medicine cat stuff," Jayfeather meowed.
"That great," Lionblaze replied. They finished eating and went their separate ways. Jayfeather needed more cobwebs. He headed out of camp to go look for some. Jayfeather was at the edge of were the forest meets the beach, when the landscape slowed down, the boarders of his site became clouded with fog. Jayfeather saw ghosted figures. The looked like Jay's Wing's training targets! He saw a ghosted cat leaping from target to target. Jay's Wing! Jayfeather thought. It vanished. Jayfeather shook his head before moving on, heading back into the forest.
He was nearing the camp when, again, everything slowed down, the boarders of his site became clouded. There were three ghosted cats, walking and meowing.
"You should have finished it," one meowed.
"It's worth more to let them wait," the second meowed.
"So they can gather strength?" the third meowed.
"No, so they can suffer!" the second growled.
The vision disappeared. Jayfeather was baffled, second time it happened. He padded on wondering what was happening. He found some cobwebs and headed back to camp. He went about his duties, nothing much just healing a few scratches and he had to give one of the kits a herb for her bellyache. After that he decided to go to sleep.
He opened eyes to once again red; he was having the dreams again. He saw Jay's Wing and Stone Song talking.
"I'm telling you, this was an invasion," Jay's Wing meowed.
"Impossible, they were rouges," Stone Song meowed.
"Is it?" Jay's Wing questioned. "They were highly organized and knew were to strike, were to avoid."
"Are you suggesting that we have a traitor?"
"No, I'm suggesting a spy," Jay's Wing meowed. Stone Song was silent. He sighed.
"I'll look into it, just be ready incase they come back," Stone Song meowed. With that he padded away, leaving Jay's Wing alone.