Blossompaw's Escape

Part Two: The Mission

"You made a deal, she held her part of it," Whisper stated calmly while sorting through herbs. Blossompaw smirked in Flint's direction while Shiver rolled her eyes.

"But how are we supposed to build a clan or whatever it's called?" Flint whined.

"And how did you expect me to burn down a twoleg building?" Blossompaw fired back. Whisper was trying to contain a smile, observing the bickering alongside Shiver.

"Flint we don't have a choice. A promise is a promise," Shiver finally interjected before claws could come out. Flint frowned but didn't say anything further. He knew Shiver was right, even though she wasn't keen to help either. Blossompaw eyed the siblings uneasily. Without Whisper accompanying them on their journey she doubted the peace would remain for long. She shook out her rumpled fur and began to speak.

"Our first order of business is to try and find anyone that knows anything about Ashclan. Ashstar said his clan was fading, not gone. And Adderfang showed me a vision of a blue twoleg nest, but I don't know where it is,"

"How are we supposed to find them?" Shiver questioned, her soft green eyes imploring.

"Twoleg place around here is small, I think we should head towards the large twoleg place," Blossompaw shrugged. The old neighborhood and the meeting wall were run down and had little more than a few loners roaming the thunderpaths.

"The city? You are crazy," Flint snapped. Blossompaw looked to Whisper to back her up but the old cat remained silent.

"It's my decision, and you have to help me," she growled, settling the decision.

"Think it through Blossompaw. There are lots of rogues there...any self respecting cat wouldn't ever join the city gangs. Plus there's Niko and Shane to contend with," Shiver explained, hoping to deter Blossompaw's next course of action. The white furred apprentice had all but dismissed her words, although she felt a prick on anxiety at the mention of Shane and Niko. She'd only heard small fragments about the two cats, all she knew was that they were far from good.

"We head to the city now, we can reach it before nightfall,"


She walked confidently, her white paws browned with dirt striding leisurely on the outskirts of the city. Shiver and Flint had made camp by what they called a trash pile. It was a heap of twoleg junk, swarming with mice. Blossompaw wrinkled her nose in recolection of the tash pile. Howeevr it was the safest place to be, the cat gangs didn't get close enough to find them. Apparently the smell had its upsides. Blossompaw had scouted the outer limits of the city, looking for the best route to pass through. She wanted to speak with cats and ask about Ashclan, all without alerting the cat gangs she was there. Silverpelt glistened overhead and the moon was already at its highest peak.

"Adderfang, what am I doing?" she whispered while staring at the glowing orbs in the sky, as if they would speak back to her. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. A hint of her fathers scent tinged the breeze. It was a subtle message, but she believed he was telling her to press on.

Flint and Shiver will come around eventually, once they see what clan life is all about they might even join. If I ever find anyone who know's about the clans that is...maybe they were right about the city.

Her thoughts were becoming more worrisome and she headed back to camp. As the trashpile came into view she heard Shiver and Flint speaking in hushed tones. She could tell something was wrong and flattened herself to the ground to listen.

"She's rude and naive, she'll get us killed in there," Flint was saying to Shiver. His sister let out a frustrated sigh.

"We can take care of ourselves, its Blossomapw I'm worried about. She doesn't know a thing about the cat gangs. Or Niko and Shane for that matter,"

"We have a good thing going at the meeting wall. I'm not letting her run us into a death trap,"

Oh my Starclan...they are talking about going back on their promise! I never should have helped those flea bitten loners, Blossompaw thought angrily. She was not naive, she had her warrior ancestors watching over her and a dire mission to complete. She needed to find the blue twoleg nest before it was too late.

"If you want to leave, just go. I can't make you keep your word and liars like yourselves will only slow me down anyway," Blossompaw announced her presence to them. Her voice was eerily calm even though rage was bubbling inside her.

"You can't make it though the city without a guide," Shiver said simply, but she wasn't offering to stay either. Blossompaw had no response, knowing the orange and white she cat was probably right. Her and Shiver both looked at Flint at the same time, it looked like it was his call to make. Would they leave or stay?

Without a word Flint stood up and flicked his tail, beckoning Shiver to follow. His sister looked at him before glancing back at the stunned Blossompaw. Shiver padded after Flint with her head hung low. Their green eyes disappeared into the shadows.

"Traitors!" Blossompaw cried out once they were out of her vision. Her eyes blurred with tears and she felt more hopeless than ever. She didn't realize how much their abandonment had hurt. She never got along well with Flint, but she had figured he would at least hold some honesty within him. And Shiver had become a close friend to her, at least she thought they were close. She felt like Smogfoot in that moment, her friends turning their backs on her desire the rebuild Ashclan.

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts she didn't notice the cat creeping up behind her.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" a silky smooth voice purred, his voice was deadly soft but sounded like he was right next to her ear. Blossompaw spun around. A large tom stared at her a few fox lengths away. His pelt was a sleek amber color, his eyes were darker than the night sky. Blossompaw unsheathed her claws, she could handle this cat if it came to a fight, Adderfang had trained her. Suddenly three more cats appeared in her line of sight, they were moving behind her to try and surround her.

"Blossompaw!" a panicked voice said in her ear. It was Adderfang. "Run!"

She charged forward, the amber colored tom looked like he was bracing for a collision, he licked his fangs hungrily. She took a flying leap and soared over his head. She tumbled to the ground but quickly regained her footing and took off into the city. The rough thunderpath scraped at her pads but she ignored the sting.

"After her!" the silky voice ordered. She heard heavy paws behind her and she forced her legs to move faster. The group of cats were much larger than her and seemed to gain on her easily, but they never attacked. When they seemed to be coming up on her right she'd turn left. When one would nip at her left flank she'd turn right. She realized only a second too late they were herding her.

She skid to a stop and glanced at the brick was before her, the end of the alley. It loomed high beyond her jumping limits. She was trapped. She turned around and her blue eyes widened at the advancing group of cats.

"You're a long way from the South end of town,"the amber tom smirked, his cronies aligned next to him and formed a barricade.

"What should we do with her, Shane?" a male tabby crooned in delight. Shane? This is the cat they were trying to warn me about? I should have listened to them, I drove them away and now no one knows where I am.

Suddenly a dark shadow sailed overhead from behind the wall, landing in between Blossompaw and the group of rogues. A large dog barked at the cats who warily stepped back. His fur was tousled and gleamed white with golden brown spots. His turned his head back at Blossompaw, one blind eye winked at her.

"Chance?" she gasped in shock. The old dog snorted with humor before turning back to Shane.

"Long time no see, eh?"


Okay I know you all were excited for the journey of journiness with Shiver and Flint. So tell me...

A. Are you surprised by them not upholding their end of the detail?

B. Do you think she'll ever see them again?

C. Are you glad Chance is back?