Advice from Others
Nightfrost yawned in the shelter of the Fourtrees. Last night, Willie had promised his demise.
The cats of Bloodclan simply lay around, a few of them play-fighting. The black tom looked around the clearing. Bone and Brick were mewing to each other, each with a mouse. Amber was training Sno-Blizzard on a hunting technique. Blizzard...hmm...might be a good time to visit someone...
The black cat padded to Amber. The brown tom's nose sniffed and turned to face him as he reached his side. Though multiple tail flicks, whiskers twitching, and ear movements, Amber nodded. Blizzard's mentor raised his tail to touch the white tom's flank. Blizzard rose from his hunting crouch and turn questioningly. Amber jerked his head to Nightfrost and flicked his tail.
Nightfrost nodded and the three padded away. "Bone, Brick, I leave you in charge!"
The black cat padded to where the forest is dense without waiting for the two tom's reply. He padded to the edge of Thunderclan. Amber and Blizzard waited curiously with him. Soon, the fresh scent of the Thunderclan warriors came to them. The pale ginger pelt of Sandstorm appeared from the bushes. Behind her was Frostfur and Whitestorm. The three looked at him, confused why he was waiting for them at the border.
"Would you lead us to Thunderclan camp?" Nightfrost mewed, flicking his tail to the one they know as Snowkit.
Blizzard bounded into camp, bouncing on his paws. Amber followed him cautiously, looking around.
"Speckletail would be happy to know her kit had come back," Sandstorm meowed. Whitestorm purred at the comment. Nightfrost nodded and jumped heavily on the ground. Blizzard and Amber turn to him and he flicked his tail. The three cats padded to the elder's den. Smallear turn to them as they pushed the leaves aside. The gray tom let out a low mew.
"Snowkit?"
A pale tabby rose her head, eyes wide. Nightfrost stood in shock at the speed the elderly she-cat had, rubbing her face to Blizzard. "Snowkit. Oh, my little Snowkit."
The deaf tom pressed his nose into her flank, sniffing. His blue eyes widen at her scent. "Mother..."
There were sudden snarls and growls in the air. Nightfrost poke his head out to see Willie with three Bloodclan cats while the deaf cats remain as they are. The black tom curled his lip and hid behind the leaves.
"Willie, to what do I own the pleasure to?" Firestar mewed cautiously. The dark tabby looked around the camp, studying it.
"Now that I have taken a good look at it, I might as well take over the forest."
Firestar bristled. "I thought this was only between you and my brother."
"It isn't. You see, Tigerstar promised me half of the forest. In the town where we come from, there are many, many cats, and live prey is scarce. Here in the forest, we won't need to depend on Twoleg rubbish for our food. You have already seen what happens to cats who defy BloodClan," the dark tabby warned calmly. "Your friend the other day thought he could control us. He was wrong."
Firestar narrowed his eyes. "You are mistaken. Tigerstar has always been our enemy and we never wanted to control you."
The Bloodclan leader didn't seem to listen. Willie took another look and nodded. "I've decided. Bloodclan will take over the forest. I shall rule the forest as well as the town. But I understand that you may need some time to reflect on this. You have two days to leave-or meet my clan in battle. I shall wait for your decision at dawn on the third day."
The clan stared speechless in shock as the four outsiders paced away. Nightfrost padded out of the elder's den, causing every cat in the clearing to turn to him. Some backed away form him, while other seem uncertain. Only Nightpaw seem unaware of what just happened, cleaning her ear. Perhaps she foresaw all this and became unfazed. Nightfrost padded to her. Connected to Starclan or not, the she-cat seem to have answers. He padded to her.
"Nightpaw, I would like to speak to you. What do you think I should do?"
"Do you mean Starclan?" the she-cat murmured slowly. Nightfrost nodded.
"Past sins cannot be undone but they can be amended as long as they are allowed to be amended. If they are never amended, who is to know what those they have sinned upon will do." Nightpaw stated and shook her feathery head. "I shouldn't even be saying this. You must find the answer yourself, Nightfrost. I'm not a Bloodclan cat and you shouldn't be too dependent on a single cat."
Nightpaw then padded away. Nightfrost groaned, before he rose with perked ears. Wait, 'I'm not a Bloodclan cat'?
Nightfrost ate a rabbit with Bone and Brick. The other cats followed them, sharing prey.
"How was life after I disbanded Bloodclan?" The black tom asked nervously. Bone took a bit of rabbit and chewed slowly.
Brick turned to him. "Horrible. It was a chaotic time. Cats fought over each other for prey and leadership. Sometimes to raise to the top like you did, even kin fought against each other. It was rare for cats to share prey with each other. I think it was even worse then the time before you came to the alleys, Scourge."
Nightfrost nodded, eyes narrowed. "I'm not Scourge anymore. I'm Nightfrost now. What happen after Willie rose to rule the city?"
This time, Bone swallowed and spoke. "It's kind of hard to tell. We became prisoners soon after Bloodclan returned."
Nightfrost nodded, accepting Bone's answer. Looks like he'll need to ask someone else. He looked around the clearing. Amber and Blizzard would not help much, due to their deafness. He spotted a silvery tom. The black tom padded slowly to him. "Dark."
The tom turned his green eyes to him. "Oh, hello, Nightfrost," He mewed, flicking his tail. "It's been a long time."
"Dark...what did Willie do to the alley cats? After I left?" Nightfrost mewed to the much older cat.
The tom flicked his ears left and right. "He made the same exact rules you did once before," Dark stared at Nightfrost. "It's great to have order in the alleys but some addition, needed rules, it would help them much more."
Nightfrost nodded at his words. The black tom then stared at the elderly, or should be elderly, tom. The silver tom's body appeared lean, with well-kept fur.
"Aren't you suppose to be much older than me?" Nightfrost couldn't help asking. "How are you...still so young? And why are you called Dark? You don't appear dark to me at all."
Dark gave him a knowing look. "Well, that's something that'll remain a mystery until you join your love ones."