So hey, I can finally continue!...For a little bit.
Rogues
He yawned awake to a pod. "Nightfrost, wake up" mewed Mousefur.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Bluestar is calling a meeting, right now."
Nightfrost grunted as he got on his paws and followed Mousefur to the middle of the clearing. Bluestar had already begun.
"The greatest threat seems to be from Riverclan and Shadowclan. We must be prepared for the possibility that these two clans have united against us."
Shocked meows rippled through the clan.
"Do you really think they've joined together?" Yellowfang rasped. "Riverclan has the best sources of prey, but I can't imagine they'd want to share with Shadowclan."
"They didn't deny it," Tigerclaw pointed out.
Bluestar nodded. "Whatever the truth, we must be on full alert. From tonight, each patrol will have four cats, at least three of them warriors. The patrols will be more frequent, two each night, and one during the day, as well as the dawn and dusk patrols. We must put a stop to Riverclan's and Shadowclan's raids on our territory, and since they have chosen to ignore our words, we must be prepared to fight."
The clan yowled their agreement. When the noise died away, Bluestar spoke again. "The first patrol will leave before dawn." She jumped down from the Highrock. Tigerclaw followed, and the rest of the clan broke up into small groups. Nightfrost sleep for the rest of the night.
"How is Swiftpaw?" Nightfrost asked Yellowfang, who was tending to the sick cats.
"Much better, but he shouldn't be out for too long," the medicine cat mewed.
"Shouldn't be out for too long? How long can he be out of the den then?"
Yellowfang turned her head up, thinking. "I believe for about half a day."
"I see...Thank you, Yellowfang."
Nightfrost padded out of the den as Tigerclaw was preparing for another patrol.
"I would like to join this patrol, Tigerclaw."
Tigerclaw looked around to see if there were any other cat that could join the patrol. The deputy nodded. "Nightfrost will be joining the patrol."
Nightfrost dipped his head and padded to Longtail, Greystripe and Bluestar. Bluestar flicked her tail and padded off, the patrol following their leader. She lead them to the borders and around in the territory when they caught Shadowclan scent. Longtail bristled.
"Those liars, they claim to have never put a paw and now they leave bones in our territory!" the silver tabby hissed. Bluestar flicked her tail to him and padded to the pile to take a careful sniff. Her eyes widen.
"Brokenstar! He put those bones here intentionally!" The grey she-cat turned to her patrol. "Quick! We must hurry back to camp!" She turned away from camp.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" cried out Greystripe. Bluestar continued without looking back.
"I am looking for more bones piles. They need to be buried." She snapped back. "Now Graystripe, hurry to camp and get Tigerclaw! The rest of you, follow me!"
The patrol raced though the tunnel. They stared at the messy camp and their eyes landed on Clawface's corpse.
"Brokenstar attacked?" Bluestar meowed.
Fireheart nodded.
"Is he dead?"
"He's with Yellowfang," Fireheart answered. "He's been wounded—his eyes."
"And the other rogue warriors?"
"We chased them off."
"Are any of our clan badly hurt?" Bluestar demanded, looking once more around the clearing. The cats shook their heads. "Good," she meowed. "Sandpaw, Longtail, take this body out of the camp and bury it. No elders need be present. No rogue deserves to be buried with the honor of Starclan ritual."
Longtail and Sandpaw began to drag Clawface toward the tunnel.
"Are the elders safe?" Bluestar asked.
"They're in the nursery," Fireheart told her. As he spoke a rustling sounded from the bramble den, and Halftail appeared, followed by the other kits and elders.
"Where's Tigerclaw?" Bluestar asked.
"He's taken a party to attack a Shadowclan patrol," Fireheart explained. "We found bones on our patrol. They smelled of Shadowclan so Tigerclaw decided to attack. I sent Swiftpaw to stop him when Yellowfang realized it was Brokenstar's scent on them."
"Swiftpaw?" meowed Bluestar, narrowing her eyes. "Even though he might have to cross the Thunderpath?"
"I was the only warrior left in camp. There was no one else I could send."
Bluestar nodded, the concern in her eyes giving way to understanding. "You didn't want to leave the camp unguarded?" she meowed. "You did well, Fireheart. I think Brokenstar hoped to lure all our warriors away from the camp. We found bones, too."
"Graystripe told me."
"Send Yellowfang to me when she's finished with Brokenstar," Bluestar ordered. She pricked her ears at the noise of more paws in the gorse tunnel. Tigerclaw came racing into the camp, followed by Whitestorm and the rest of the raiding party. Swiftpaw was at the back, exhausted.
"Did Swiftpaw reach you before you found a patrol?" asked Bluestar, walking over to her deputy.
"We hadn't even entered their territory," Tigerclaw answered. "We were just about to cross the Thunderpath." His eyes narrowed. "Was that Clawface they were burying?"
Bluestar nodded.
"Then Swiftpaw was right," meowed the deputy. "Brokenstar was planning to attack the camp. Is he dead too?"
"No. Yellowfang is tending to his wounds."
"Surely not!" Mousefur exclaimed, exchanging a glance with Runningwind beside her.
Tigerclaw's face darkened. "Tending to his wounds?" he snarled. "We should kill him, not waste time making him better!"
"We'll discuss that once I've spoken to Yellowfang," meowed Bluestar calmly.
"You can discuss it with me now, Bluestar." Yellowfang padded into the clearing, her head drooping with exhaustion.
"Have you left Brokenstar alone?" growled Tigerclaw, his amber eyes flashing.
Yellowfang raised her head and looked at the dark warrior. "Dustpaw is guarding him. And I've given him poppy seeds, so he'll sleep for a while. Brokenstar is blind now, Tigerclaw. There's no way he'll try to escape. He'd die of hunger in a week, if a fox or a gang of crows didn't kill him first."
"Well, that makes it easier," Tigerclaw snarled. "We won't have to kill him ourselves. We can let the forest deal with him."
Yellowfang turned to Bluestar. "We cannot let him die," she meowed.
"Why not?"
"If we did, we would be no better than he is," replied Yellowfang calmly.
Tigerclaw's tail flicked in anger.
"What do you think, Whitestorm?" Bluestar meowed before Tigerclaw could speak.
"It will be a burden on our Clan to look after him," Whitestorm answered thoughtfully. "But Yellowfang is right—if we send him out into the forest, or kill him in cold blood, Starclan will know we have stooped as low as he."
One-eye stepped forward. "Bluestar," she meowed in her croaky old voice. "In the past we have sometimes kept prisoners for many moons. We could do it again."
"So you would really consider keeping this rogue inside our camp?" Tigerclaw's eyes blazed with rage as he challenged his leader.
"Is he really blind?" Bluestar asked Yellowfang.
"Yes, he is."
"Has he other wounds?"
Fireheart replied this time. "I clawed him pretty badly," he admitted.
"How long till they heal?" asked Bluestar.
"About a moon," Yellowfang answered.
"Then you may nurse him till then. After that we will discuss his future again. And from now on, he will be known as Brokentail, not Brokenstar. We cannot take away the lives that Starclan gave him, but this cat is no longer a clan leader." Bluestar looked questioningly at Tigerclaw. His tail twitched, but he didn't speak.
"It is decided," Bluestar meowed. "He stays."
So I'm using other fanfics/wikia to continue the Fire and Ice part, and no, I not copying from them(know some fanfics are mainly following the book and I can tell the difference what is in the series and what is not), just needed info on what had happen in the book then I'll go back to just wikia in the rest of the series. Poll is now:
Sandstorm-9
Cinderpelt-8
Spottedleaf-2
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