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Post by Taiyou on Feb 23, 2021 3:28:39 GMT -5
Summary: The four clans of the forest have been living in peace with each other for many moons, even with occasional border disputes the clans haven't sought war with each other for control of more territory or prey. This era of peace for the clans will come to an end as danger is approaching where loyalty will be tested, secrets revealed and blood will be shed though the forest. For the clans to survive, they must band together and seek help outside the clans if they have any hope of driving the darkness out the forest. The clans and landmarks: Oakclan: The warriors of Oakclan makes their home in the heart of the oak forest. Surrounded by towering oaks and a bramble thicket, the clan doesn’t often have to worry about danger entering their camp. At center of the camp is a pile of rocks called Stonehedge, the clan leader sits here during meetings. Oakclan is known for their loyalty and being fierce in battle, the warriors of Oakclan can common pelts of browns, ginger, golden, grey and/or black. The Broken Pine: Once during a thunderstorm many moons ago, a pine tree was strike by lighting splitting it in half. Hunting here is good as the fallen pine needles provide cover for burrowing prey, the clan makes sure no one climbs the tree or is near it during a storm because a faint cracking sound can be heard and the clan is waiting for the day the old pine tree to fall over. The Hollow: This sandy area is where mentors come to train their apprentices, at the center sits a boulder for mentors to sit on while watching their apprentices and the soft ground allows the apprentices not to worry about getting seriously injured while training. Flat Rocks: At the river border between Oakclan and Floodclan are a pile of flat rocks, the sun keeps these rocks warm during Newleaf and Greenleaf, hunting here is good as voles, mice, and shrews make there den in between the creaks of the rocks and the medience cats can find herbs along the shore of the river. Marshclan: Deep in the pine forest sits Marshclan camp, pine trees surrounded the camp and bramble thicket marks the entrance. The large dead tree that is in the center of the camp is where the leader calls clan meetings and right outside the camp is a pool of water where cats usually go there to get a quick drink. Marshclan is known for their pride and being cunning in battle, the warriors of Marshclan usually have darker pelts of browns and shades of black that help them blend in with the shadows of their territory. Dead land: In Marshclan territory where is area where trees and grass are dead. The clan believe that twolegs did something as the pond of water there is always a murky color and cats are warned not to drink from there, mentors and apprentices train here usually practicing their stealth skills. Old Fox dens: Moons ago, a pair of foxes moved into Marshclan territory during one Greenleaf. The clan knew they had to drive them out before the fox’s kits where born and thanks to a warrior named Tallthorn, the clan was able chase them out and refilled the dens with dirt and rocks. Every once in a while, patrols check the dens to make sure no more foxes or badgers move in again. Basinclan: The forest territory of Basinclan is more open compare to the other clans. The clan makes their camp in an drip in the center of the territory where most of the dens were once home to badgers and foxes. A goose tunnel marks the entrance and a barrier of thickets around are the camp are used to keep any danger out. Basinclan warriors are known for being swift and under Stagstar’s leadership more tactful, warriors of Basinclan usually have common colors of ginger and brown and/ or reddish-brown pelts sometimes darker shades can be found also but not as common. Training burrows: These burrows are used to train apprentices testing the apprentices ability to fight in a more open area and catching their enemies by surprise. Hunting here is good here as sometimes the clan can find rabbits and other burrowing prey but the clan warns patrols to be careful because twolegs come and sit traps nearby to catch the rabbits. Lookout Tree: This large tree sits at the edge of Basinclan’s territory, patrols use this tree to scout of their territory from time to time, they especially use it to keep an eye on Marshclan in case they cross the border.
Floodclan: The forest territory is notable for the pools and rivers that run through along their territory. Floodclan camp sit in center of the territory, in the center of the camp is a single willow tree where the leader makes their den and hold clan meetings, the entrance of the camp is a reed tunnel and most dens are made out of reeds and grass. Floodclan is known for being brave and their skill to swim, warriors of Floodclan have sleek pelts to help them while swimming and their paws are webbed, common colors found in Floodclan are shades of browns and cream with some dark pelts at times. Training pool: These is where Floodclan cats train and teach their apprentice and sometimes kits how to swim. The water edge is shallow for the kits so queens don’t worry much but keep close in case kit swims to far out and farther down the river the clan fish there.
The Island: In the center of the forest lays an island with twolegs bridges connecting to it, one in Basinclan and the other between Marshclan and Oakclan. Every full moon, the clans gather on the island to share news with each other. The Clearing: Between Oakclan and Marshclan is a clearing, where the two clans have decided to mark as neutral territory. Sometimes twolegs can be found in the clearing with dogs during Greenleaf so the clans try to avoid it and the border for both clans stop at the edge of the clearing. Star Cavern: Near the edge of Basinclan’s territory is an old twoleg mine, underground is a cavern with a pool of water at the center this is where Leaders receive their nine lives and the medience cats gather here under a half moon to speak with Starclan. Twoleg place: Marking the edge of Oakclan and Marshclan are twoleg dens, a kittypet or two may wonder from their twolegs into the forest only to be chase back by Marshclan patrols. Some rogues and loners make their dens at the edge of the forest and twoleg place. Prologue The half-moon shone above as stars filled the night sky. The dense trees provided no cover here, rustling as a gust of wind blew past. In the silent meadow, two bodies moved though the grass. A ginger and white she-cat looked over her shoulder at the moon rising over the mountains behind them. She turned back around, padding alongside the older pale ginger tom with her.
“Spotteddust, it was a good night for a meeting.” She meowed. “Right?”
A grunt escaped the tom as he shrugged his shoulders. “Every night is the same. As long as we speak with Starclan. We don’t need anything keeping us from that.” The she-cat gave a soft smile knowing her mentor meant well but Spotteddust was becoming grumpier by the day. Embercreek padded along Spotteddust as they came to a twoleg bridge that connected to an island of trees in the middle.
“Do you want to take break on the island before returning home?” Embercreek asked. “We can cross from Marshclan after.”
“Fine.” Spotteddust huffed across the bridge to the other side of the island. Embercreek followed after him looking at the trees above where the leaders sat to address the clans during gatherings, the bush were the medicine cats sat and the boulder were the deputies sat.
Embercreek watched as Spotteddust settled down giving his fur a quick wash, being at the island tonight felt a little different as normal the clans would be settled in the clearing sharing news with each other, before Embercreek settled down she wrinkled her nose to a tangy scent that filled the air.
“Do you smell that Spotteddust?” Embercreek asked looking around tasting the air more.
“Smell what?” Spotteddust grunted resting his head on his paws. “Don’t think about hunting either, we don’t need anything stopping getting back to camp.”
Embercreek tasted the air again trying to follow the strongest scent to its source than flickered her ears to a crackling noise. Turning on her paws, Embercreek gasped as the trees were the leaders sat was on fire.
“Fire!” She yowled but it didn’t seem Spotteddust heard her and Embercreek noticed the fire started to spread to the other clans' territory.
As the fire grew larger, Embercreek noticed star-pelted cats in the tree with another cat, starclan warriors but the other cat with them didn’t have stars in their pelts and Embercreek wondered who the cat was. Embercreek watched as bodies started to appear in the flames and yowls filled the air, she watched as the non-star filled pelt cat climb to the top of the tree before falling down into the flames below.
“Embercreek!” Spotteddust voiced snapped Embercreek back to her surroundings, the fire was gone, starclan warriors were gone and the island was silent again. “Are you daydreaming now?”
“No.” Embercreek shook her head. “I think…Starclan just shared a vision with me.”
Spotteddust narrowed his eyes and got to his paws padding over. “A vision? What did you see?”
“The island was on fire or rather everything was on fire.” Embercreek meowed. “I saw a few Starclan warriors in the tree, maybe they were leaders but another cat was with them. It was terrible, Spotteddust. I heard cats crying for help…such painful cries.”
“A fire? Perhaps Starclan is warning us of a fire.” Spotteddust meowed. “But it’s almost Greenleaf, we never had a fire in this forest before unless cause by a twoleg which is rare or if lighting stuck a tree.” Spotteddust grumbled padding off with Embercreek at his heels to the other bridge that connected to the island.
“We must tell Kestrelstar. The clans are in danger either way and we’ll ask the other medience cats if they had any visions.” Embercreek followed after the older tom crossing the second bridge, now on the edge of Marshclan territory they would get home faster. As the two traveled through the pine forest and crossed over to the oak forest they called home, a soft voice filled Embercreek’s ear.
“A bloodthirsty heart will rule and danger in the shadows will grow. A deadly blaze will consume all and blood will stain the forest. The blaze must be extinguished and the darkness must be vanquished before peace can come.”
In the cover of darkness, Birch moved silently though the underbrush following the scent of a mouse. The dark brown and white tom came to a pause seeing the mouse at the base of a tree, steady on his haunches he waited for the right moment before pouncing kicking up leaves as he landed on the mouse swiftly. Beaming with pride at his catch, Birch got to his paws shaking his fur free of leaves he padded over to the fence of the twoleg den leaping back into the yard.
“Back already.” Meowed a soft voice from above. Birchpaw narrowed his eyes resting his glaze on a slender blue-grey tom sitting outside the den.
“Yes.” Birch placed his mouse down puffing his chest out. “I caught a plump mouse.”
“Ugh.” The tom winced. “How can you eat that? All that fur…just ugh.”
“Real cats hunt for themselves, Roy.” Birch scoffed. “Not waiting for twolegs to feed them.”
“Birch. You’re just an overgrown kitten, settle down.” Roy meowed. “I hear there are cats deep in that forest that eat other cats.”
Birch glanced over his shoulder shaking his head. “No such thing exist. They’re just wild cats no big deal.”
Roy padded over to a small opening in the twoleg den waving his tail in the air. “True or not, there are groups in that forest that even attack twolegs, we have enough room for you inside better safe than sorry.” Roy gestured toward the den.
“No, thanks.” Birch meowed. “I prefer to sleep in the open you know like a wild cat.”
“Suit yourself.” Roy shrugged his shoulders pushing his way into the den.
Birch padded over to a bush that rested against the den settling down under it with his mouse. Once Birch was finish, he curled up taking one more glance at the treetops as a gust of wind shook them before closing his eyes to sleep.
Birch slept soundly as he dreamt chasing a mouse through the forest, once he landed on the mouse, he purred standing up with his catch but the mouse was gone. “Hey. What gives?” Birch looked around thinking the mouse managed to slip away somehow, as he scanned the forest for his prey his eyes rested on four cats with clear pelts.
One cat beckon Birch over to them with their tail. Birch slowly made his way over to the strange cats looking them over. The cats eyes were glowing and their pelts had stars in them.
“So…who are you and what do you want?’ Birch asked the cat he assume was the leader, Birch could tell it was a tom. Padding forward, the tom touched his nose to Birch’s head making the young tom pull back.
“Are you going to say something or…” Birch noticed the forest around them had changed, they were standing on an island with trees in the center. Birch turned to the starry pelt cats padded over to the trees each cat leaped onto the low hanging branches of the nearest tree, again the first starry-pelt tom beckon him over to sit beside him.
Birch leaped on the tree branch sitting down beside the tom. “Okay, what now?” Birch asked. The tom flickered his tail forward and a group of cats appear in front of them, another four cats sat among the trees with them. Birch looked over at the four cats wondering who they were, the group of cats below them sat quietly as if waiting for someone to speak. With a blink, Birch eyes widen in fear as the forest around him was on fire, getting to his paws Birch turned to the starry-pelted cat.
“Shouldn’t you tell them to run!” Birch meowed. The starry cat sat there on the branch as the fire grow closer eventually surrounding the area around them, Birch climbed up the tree as the fire crawled up the tree and watched as the cats below him sat there and cries of pain filled his ears. Once near the top of three, he struggled to catch his breath looking for a way to escape the fire Birch felt the branch underneath him jerk and he saw a cat with amber eyes stare at him through the flames.
“Who are you? Go away!” Birch growled glancing down at the roaring fire, moving back as the cat step toward him
“Extinguish the blaze. Vanquish the darkness, save the forest.” A voice rung in Birch’s ears along with the cries of cats in pain and agony, suddenly the branch underneath him snapped dropping him into the flames below.
“Ah!” Birch jumped awake panting as he looked around, he was still in the twoleg backyard under the brush, but his pelt felt hot his dream felt very real. Birch sat up giving his fur a quick wash and padded from under the brush looking at the treetops shake as the wind blew by and the faint call of an owl could be heard. Birch padded over to the fence and leaped onto one of the posts scanning the tree line of the forest, not seeing anything moving the tom got ready to jump down as breeze passed by Birch, that same faint voice filled his ears again.
“Extinguish the blaze. Vanquish the darkness. Save the forest.”
Shuddering, Birch jumped back into the yard sliding back under the bush curling up tightly keeping his ears pricked as he took one last look at the tree line before falling back to sleep. Chapter 1The next morning, Birch woke up seeing a small round bowl in front of him wrinkled his nose in disgust. Roy's owners always tried to feed him, but Birch never ate it, slipping from underneath the brush where he slept, Birch noticed that Roy's den was open and a twoleg was standing there.
Birch watched them closely as they spoke to him, but Birch never really bother responding back as he did not understand them. The twoleg called into the den as Roy came padding out with two black smoke she cats just behind, the round belly older she-cat was Sage and the younger she-cat was Lily, his sisters. The twoleg mouthed something to them before closing the door.
“Why are twolegs so weird?” Birch meowed. “You’re one to talk.” Roy said before eating from the bowl.
“What happen with you last night, Birch. Why not stay inside with us?” Sage asked.
“Because I didn’t want to be kept cooped up last night. You are the one who needs to stay warm and dry. I was fine.” Birch meowed puffing out his chest.
“Oh, how thoughtful.” Sage teased playfully batting Birch ears.
“I bet he got scared at some point and as too proud to come in.” Lily teased.
Birch playful growled at her waving his tail through the air. “You wish, Lily. I was ready for anything to come into the yard.”
Birch and Lily often clashed with each as most siblings would and Birch did find Lily annoying like she found him bossy, but Sage was the one who settled most of their arguments. Birch knew Sage was kind and could be overprotective of them, this made him realize she wouldn’t hesitate to claw another cat’s ear off if they threaten them.
“So, do you know where you’re heading next?” Roy asked licking his whisker’s clean.
“I guess through the forest until we find somewhere to make a suitable home.” Birch meowed.
“Ugh.” Lily huffed. “I wish we stayed at our last den; it was okay.”
“Okay yes, but for how long?” Sage asked wrapping her tail over her belly. “It won’t be the three of us before long.”
“Let’s hope we do find something nice in this forest.” Birch nodded padding over to the fence.
“Be careful you three, I mention this to Birch but there are dangerous cats in that forest.” Roy meowed. “They don’t like other cats on their territory even us housecats and they are in our backyard.”
Lily leaped onto the fence first then down into the forest, Sage joined her as Birch and Roy sat on the fence together.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye.” Birch meowed to Roy.
“Nonsense. You can always come back if you want, you’ll be living in my backyard.” Roy purred touching his nose to the young tom’s ear. “Take care of each other. If we do see each again tell me about the kits when they are born.”
“It’s a promise.” Birch meowed before padding through the forest with his sisters.
As the padded along Birch looked back as Lily stalked after butterfly. Rolling his eyes at his sister kit-like behavior. “Lily, keep up with us or we’ll leave you behind.” He called.
“I’m practicing my hunting!” Lily hissed as the butterfly flew away from her reach before she caught back up to them
“Mm. I think you need to practice on a leaf or a stone.” Birch huffed.
“You’re not perfect either, Birch.” Lily meowed looking around the forest for something else to chase.
“Don’t start you two.” Sage said padding a farther ahead. “We can hunt and practice things later, now be sure to pay attention to everything we don’t want anyone or anything to get chance to attack us.”
Before long, the trio came to a cleaning, on one side was a oak forest and on the other side was a pine forest. “We’re still not deep in the forest.” Sage looked around before turning to Birch. “Should we go right or left?”
Birch looked at the forests on their left and right, the pine forest seemed murky and dark even in the day if they didn’t find good shelter by night they could run into those other cats or a predator. The oak forest seemed like the better choice, they could easily make shelter under a oak tree and hunting probably be better.
“I say we go left. We would do better along those trees.” Birch jerked toward the tall oak trees.
“You’re right.” Sage tasted the air. “I can smell a mouse right now, we'll find good hunting in that forest.”
“Finally, we can hunt.” Lily chirped. “Roy’s twolegs gave us mushy food last night, it was good but I rather sink my teeth into a mouse or robin.”
“If you focus you might catch them.” Birch meowed. Lily glared at him before stalking toward the oak forest.
Sage gave him a quick cuff over the ears making Birch stepped away hissing. “What was that for?” Birch shock his head.
“Why are you being hard on her?” Sage rasped. “You’re sounding like our father.”
“I am helping her.” Birch said. “I can’t do all the hunting and fighting while she is chasing after butterflies. When your kits are close to being born what then, who’s going to help me feed everyone?”
“She’s not a kit, Birch.” Sage meow. “Lily understands what needs to happen.” Sage jab his side her paw. “Maybe someone needs to take a step back from being hothead and bossy and relax.”
Birch grumped watching Sage padded after Lily who was sniffing under a bush. “I’m not either of those things.” Birch scanned the clearing around them. "We are in unfamiliar territory; we can’t relax until we find a new home.” At the sound of rustling and strong musky scents coming from the pine forest, Birch swirled around to his sisters as they also caught scent of more cats coming their way.
“Quickly, hide.” He meowed. The siblings slipped under the nearest bushes backing up as four cats padded out the pine forest.
“I swear I heard someone.” A grey and white tom meowed. “There were three cats just here.”
A dark brown tabby tom tasted the air and Birch flinched as his eyes rested in their direction. “Doesn’t smell like Oakclan warriors. Must be rogues or Kittypets that wandered too far from their twolegs.”
“Shouldn’t we go after them?” A young light brown tom asked. “They’re on clan territory.”
“This clearing is naturel between us and Oakclan.” A dark grey and white tom said. “If we caught them here, we could do something or if they crossed our border but it seems they crossed Oakclan’s.”
“For now they are Oakclan’s problem.” The dark brown tom rasped, “Let’s head back and check the border near the island.”
Birch sighed as the cats disappeared back into the pine forest, glad they did choose to go that way, it would be better to run from those cats than face them.
With a tap from Lily, Birch backed out the bushes and turned to his sisters. “Guess those are cats Roy was talking about.” Lily meowed.
“We should keep moving before we run into more.” Sage taking the lead the group and Lily padded after her. Birch looked back at the pine forest, narrowing his eyes finding it hard to see anything moving among the shadows of the trees. Birch bounded after his sisters heading deeper in the oak forest.
Now deeper in the oak forest, Birch looked up seeing a few rays of light breaking though the canopy above, he felt at home in this forest and hoped they could find shelter here.
Lily stopped tasting the air. “I smell…water!” She purred. “Where’s there water there’s prey in burrows nearby.” Lily took the lead leaving Birch and Sage glancing at each before following her.
“Not so fast, Lily.” Birch meowed. “Stay in our sight.” Bounding after his sister, Birch came to a stop at the edge of the forest and saw a stream and a pile of rocks sitting along the bank.
“Ooh. Look at those rocks.” Lily bounded over leaping onto the rocks. “They’re so warm. Can we stay here?”
“Probably not. Nothing to protect us overhead.” Sage meowed before bending down to take a drink from the stream.
Birch drip his paw into the stream enjoying the cool touch on his pad. He took a quick drink before looking over at Lily and Sage resting on the flat rocks, this area would be nice to make shelter but there was probably better area farther down the stream.
As Birch sat up shuffling his on paws, he moved back from the stream so his shadow wouldn’t cast as he looked for any gleaming of fish in the water, waiting for a moment Birch strike the water with his paw hooking a fish right out and onto the ground.
“Nice catch.” Sage meowed.
Birch nodded biting into the fish before it could jump back into the water and padded over his sisters. “You two can share that while I catch more.”
“Why fish.” Lily huffed. “I don’t like all the scales and the smell. Ugh.”
“We can hunt for a mouse or squirrel later. Just put this in your stomach for now.” Birch meowed turning around to fish again hooking another one right out the water.
After the trio finish the fish, Birch found himself drafting off to sleep on the warm rocks and shook himself awake getting up to stretch and yawn, Lily was beside him curled up and Sage was sleeping soundly. The sun was starting to set and soon it would be night, if they were going to stay here it would be better to take shelter under the rocks.
Letting another yawn and arching his back, Birch leaped down the rocks bending down to drink again when a yowl filled the air making the siblings jump.
“What was that!” Lily bristled.
“Do you think it’s the same group of cats from before?” Sage asked.
“I don’t think so.” Birch tasted the air. “We should go now!”
Just as the siblings started to leave the flat rocks another yowl filled the air and bounding out the bushes was a ginger and white tom with a black ear.
“Not so fast you three.” The tom hissed. Birch moved to stand in front of Sage and Lily as the other cats crossed over. “We don’t want any trouble, leave us alone.”
“You three are on clan territory.” The tom sneered. “Warriors challenge all threats to their land.
Birch frowned at the tom; they were just passing though not looking for a fight. Birch didn’t want to fight the tom if he didn’t have to but from the why the ginger and white tom was growling at them, fighting might be their only way out.
“As I said, we don’t want any trouble. We’re just passing though and heading out the forest for better shelter.” Birch meowed hoping the tom would let them go.
As the ginger and white tom narrowed his eyes at them another yowl filled the air and padding out the brush came three more cats, Birch rested his glaze on the large blue-grey older tom hoping he would listen to him and let them pass peaceful.
“What’s going on here, Waspsting?” The blue-grey tom asked before turning to Birch and his sisters. “Ah, a group of rogues.”
A dark tortoiseshell she-cat stepped forward snarling at them baring yellow fangs. “Rogues? We should send them over the border with a warning to stay out our territory.”
“We were only taking a break for my sister.” Birch said pointing his tail at Sage. “She is with kits; we were just leaving.”
“With your bellies filled with our prey.” The tom called Waspsting hissed pawing at the fish bones by the flat rocks. “As usual rogues think they can do whatever in our territory. Brackenthroat is right, we should chase them out and make sure they never return.”
Birch bristled at Waspsting as the tom stepped over to him growling, he slide out his claws ready to strike back the minute Waspsting made a move and out the corner of his eye, he noticed Lily and Sage huddled together snarling at Brackenthroat as the she-cat hissed at them tail lashing.
“Enough both of you.” The blue-grey tom meowed. “We will not bring harm to a queen even if she is outside the clans.”
Waspsting drew back whipping his head around to the tom. “Thistleleaf, they are trespassing by the warrior code we have to do something!”
“We will do something but we will not spill blood over this.” Thistleleaf said turning to Birch. “We will lead you to the edge of the forest and let this be a warning, if our patrols see you again, they will attack you understand?”
Birch huffed making his fur lay flat glancing at Waspsting. “We wont cross over again, I promise.”
“Good. Waspsting lead the way with Brackenthroat while me and Blackpaw take the rear.” Thistleleaf nodded.
Waspsting took one as glare at Birch before taking the front of the group, pushing his way through the undergrowth with Brackenthroat just behind him making sure Lily and Sage was following behind her. As Birch padded along glancing back at Thistleleaf, he couldn’t fully trust him but he was thankful he stopped Waspsting and Brackenthroat from attack them.
Facing toward, Birch realized the black and white tom beside him was staring with amusement in his green eyes. “Hi, I’m Blackpaw. I’ve never meant a rogue before while on patrol, I cant wait to tell the others back at camp.”
“Others?” Birch felt Blackpaw had the same energy of excitement when meeting someone for the first time.
“The other apprentices.” Blackpaw mewed. “I’m training to be a warrior so I can protect the clan from the other clans and outsiders.”
“Hmm. I don’t think anyone will find you threaten, you’re like an overgrown kit.” Birch huffed.
“Well cross the border again and you’ll find out.” Blackpaw purred. “Don’t worry about Waspsting, he’s always looking for a chance to show of his skills but Thistleleaf wouldn’t let him attack you. Right, Thistleleaf?”
“I didn’t want to see an unnecessary battle to happen.” Thistleleaf said. “Sending you back over the border with a warning is good enough for now.”
“Thank you I guess.” Birch shrugged turned back around as the group came to the edge of the forest.
“Now that you know this is our border be sure not to cross it again.” Thistleleaf mewed. “The next patrol wont be so nice.”
Birch nodded moving away from Thistleleaf and Blackpaw to join his sisters. “Thank you again.”
The trio padded away heading into the deeper into the forest as Birch glance back he noticed the cats were still standing there to make sure they left their territory. Finding a new home, was a challenge in itself and meeting those new cats made Birch realize they would have fight for their new home one day, would he be able to protect his family from any danger that might come their way. Chapter 2
Birch yawned as he pulled himself from under the oak tree where he made his den. Scanning the small clearing, he noticed Sage was already out and giving her black pelt a quick wash and letting out another yawn, he padded over to his sister purring.
“Morning.” Birch settled down flicking his tail.
“You’re finally awake.” Sage paused from her wash to shake out her pelt. “You were sleeping so soundly, I thought it was best to let you rest.”
“Mm. Thank you.” Birch looked around for Lily wondering where she was. “Where is Lily? Don’t tell me she is wondering around again without a care.”
“Lily went hunting. Don’t worry she’ll be back before long.” Sage meowed.
“We shouldn’t stray too far away from each other.” Birch huffed. “We got lucky with those cats yesterday.”
“You honestly worry too much.” Sage shuffle to her side. “Lily can handle herself and she knows better.”
Birch scoffed at his sister brushing his fluffy tail along the ground, he wanted to believe Sage but Lily could be carefree sometimes and get herself in trouble. “I'm just go find here and make sure she’s okay.” Birch got to his paws. “Will you be okay alone?”
“Go. I'm fine, I can take care of myself.” Sage mewed.
Birch nodded before padding off into the forest, in search of Lily. He hoped she didn’t cross the border into the other cats’ territory and imagined Waspsting and Brackenthroat standing over her and shook his head clear, before catching Lily scent and followed it.
“Lily!” Birch called out hoping to see his sister pop her head out of a bush. Hearing a rustle, Birch whipped around narrowing his eyes to see what was coming his way from the undergrowth, sliding on his paws he ready himself for the newcomer.
“Birch!” Lily bounded out the undergrowth with a squirrel in her jaws. “Look at my catch.” She meowed through fur.
Birch sighed at Lily rolling his eyes. “Where did you go? You can’t wonder off without a care.”
Lily set the squirrel down flicking her tail. “I went hunting. I know what I'm doing Birch, I don’t need you watching me like a kit.”
“Well, you should’ve waited for me.” Birch said. “You didn’t cross into those clan cat’s territory and caught that, did you?” Birch pointed at the squirrel.
“No, I didn’t.” Lily bristled. “I didn’t go near their border so calm down, you act like we have to look over our shoulders now.”
“We do. We don’t know this forest or the cats living in it.” Birch hissed. “If we drop our guard, we can have a group of cats at our throat or worst. Next time, wait for me and we can hunt together.”
“I can hunt by myself! I can take care of myself if I need too!” Lily hissed. “I don’t need to be watch or to lead around, especially by you Birch.” Lily picked up her squirrel to bury it for later. “Now, can we please just go hunting?”
Birch shifted on his paws giving Lily a gentle look. He wasn’t trying to be controlling but he felt the need to watch out for Lily more than he did with Sage, now he felt he need to give her more space and believe she was capable to do things on her own.
“Yeah. Let’s catch enough to fill our bellies for days.” Birch meowed.
“I think I found a burrow filled with mice.” Lily purred. “We can drive them out together.”
“Lead the way.” Birch saw Lily’s eye gleam with excitement as she padded off into the undergrowth. Birch followed after Lily though the forest as they approach an oak tree with moss growing along one side.
“I smelt more than one mouse near that tree.” Lily meowed. “We should find the exit burrow and catch them the moment they stick their head out.”
“Sounds good.” Birch nodded. “I’ll lead them toward you so get into position.” Birch stalked toward the front of the tree, there was small hole just at the base with the scent of mice as he got ready, he looked toward Lily to see her waiting on the left side of the tree. Nodding at Lily, Birch leaped forward starting to dig up the hole sticking his paw inside to scare the mice to the exit and sure enough Lily was able to snatch up the first mouse to scurry out the burrow.
“Good catch.” Birch chirped. Digging up the hole more, Birch noticed a mouse that got caught with the kicked-up dirt and he lunged forward biting it for a swift kill.
“We should leave the rest for later.” Lily meowed. “They’ll make their burrows deeper or move from the tree but we should be able catch them again.”
“Yeah. Let’s see if we can find something else before we head back.” Birch tasted the air, beside the scent of mouse he picked up the scent of a squirrel and went after it. Birch found the squirrel beside a bush nibbling away at a berry. Squaring his shoulders getting ready to pounce at the right moment but a sudden nose startled the squirrel sending it running.
Cursing under his breath, Birch gave chase after the squirrel hoping to catch it before it could completely get away. Just as Birch near the squirrel he could feel his jaws sinking into it, the squirrel changed direction and scurried up a tree leaving Birch on the ground annoyed.
“Mouse-dung!” He hissed. Climbing up trees wasn’t something Birch enjoyed, being so high up off the ground usually made him feel sick even jumping to water made him feel safe then being up in a tree. Clawing the ground, Birch looked around feeling his heart drop in the heat of the chase he didn’t realize he had cross over the border into the clan’s territory. Birch hoped no patrol was around, it was simple mistake but he had a feeling they wouldn’t see it that way and if he left quick enough, they wouldn’t know it was him.
As Birch turned around to leave a rustling sound came from behind him and stopped wondering what to do, he remembered Thistleleaf’s words if another patrol caught them, the patrol would not be hesitant to attack. Birch held his breath as another cat pushed their way through the bushes, for a moment he caught a glimpse of green eyes.
“I thought it was familiar scent.” Blackpaw meowed flicking his tail. “You crossed the border already even after we warned you.”
“It was a mistake. I didn’t realize it until now, you understand right?” Birch hoped Blackpaw would let him go, he didn’t want to fight him unless he had no choice.
A moment passed and Blackpaw narrowed his glaze at Birch. “That doesn’t matter. A warrior challenges all trespassers and we warned you what would happen next time.” Blackpaw hissed bristling his fur stepping forward.
Birch flickered his ear in annoyance at Blackpaw, ‘A warrior, please. Different name but still a rogue like me,’ Birch dropped his shoulders glaring at Blackpaw. “I don’t want to fight you Blackpaw. One of us will be running with his tail between their legs.”
“It’ll be you running away like a kittypet!” Blackpaw yowled leaping at Birch raking his claws across his cheek. Feeling blood drip from his cheek, Birch snarled raking his claws down Blackpaw face. The toms yowled throwing themselves at the other wrestling each other to the forest ground kicking up leaves, their wrestling came to a stop as both toms broke away standing back up panting.
“We can stop before someone gets hurt.” Birch huffed.
“Only a kittypet would run from battle.” Blackpaw mewed. “I am not a kittypet!”
Blackpaw threw himself at Birch again only this time Birch step out the way and slashed his claws down his hindleg, whipping around Blackpaw leaped forward rearing up getting a hold on Birch’s neck biting down. Hissing in pain, Birch twisted around knocking Blackpaw off and turned around as the black and white tom ran back at him knocking him to the ground.
Birch grasped as Blackpaw stood over him blood dripping from his forehead. “It seems I’m the better fighter.” Blackpaw raised his front right paw ready to strike Birch, just then the dark brown tom kicked his back legs into Blackpaw’s stomach with enough force to knock the tom off and send him flying.
Creeping forward Birch bent down giving Blackpaw’s side a jab. “Blackpaw?” Again, there wasn’t much movement from Blackpaw only his sides raising and falling steadily and Birch held his breath, all this happen because he crossed the border mistake or not, he didn’t mean for anything this bad to happen. “Blackpaw, please. You have to get up…” It felt like a lifetime but finally a grasp escaped Blackpaw’s mew.
“You didn’t…have to kick me…so hard.” Blackpaw heaved. Birch felt a wave of relief wash over him surprised the black and tom would even make a remark like that in this moment. Blackpaw groaned as he turned over on to his stomach. “How about we call this a tie and I’ll let you off with another warning.”
“A tie?” Birch scoffed. “You must’ve hit your head pretty hard if you think we tied.” Birch padded over to Blackpaw’s side. “Are you okay?”
“I think so.” Blackpaw huffed stumbling to his paws letting out another groan. “A real battle is never the same as training, I’m going to be sore for days.”
Birch couldn’t help but purr at Blackpaw even after they fought each other, Blackpaw seemed so cheerful he wondered if anything could upset the black and white tom. “I didn’t mean to cross the border honestly. I was so caught up trying to feed myself and sisters I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I told you I'm giving you another warning, Birch.” Blackpaw winched. “It’s not like I was going to kill you for crossing the border but just make sure not to do it again.” Blackpaw drew a paw over his bleeding muzzle. “There are warriors in the clan that won’t be so nice.”
Birch went relief from Blackpaw words and was glad he run into him again this time, Birch knew he was right some cats would try to kill those who stumbled into their territory without second thought. Birch was Blackpaw started padding off probably back to his clan’s camp and noticed Blackpaw was limping. “Let me help you get back, it’s the least I could do.”
Blackpaw whipped around staring at Birch with wide eyes. “Are you mouse-brain?” He hissed. “The moment anyone scents you near the camp they’ll come after you and I'll get trouble for even bring you so close to camp. Now go back home before another patrol shows up.”
“I'm not leaving until I know you made it back safety.” Birch padded over to Blackpaw side. “I caused this so let me help you.” Birch frowned. “Enemy or not, I don’t like leaving others behind.”
“You’re a strange cat for sure.” Blackpaw sighed. “Warriors aren’t supposed to have outside friendships but something tells me your going follow me anyway, so I’ll let you come as before we reach the sandy hollow but you have to go quickly after.”
With a nodded, Birch padded through the undergrowth with Blackpaw until they reached a clearing and Blackpaw told Birch to hide in a clump of brushes to mask his scent before the black and white tom limb away as Birch watched him go two other cats appeared, a dark brown tom and a pale-blue she cat. Birch couldn’t hear what they were saying but before long the two were leading Blackpaw back to their camp and Birch waited for a few minutes before slipping out the brushes and heading back to the border to his sisters.
Lily was sitting near the brush where they slept rolling a pebble under paw parking up at sound of rustling and Birch stepping out of the brushes. “Birch!” She padded over to him while Sage got to her paws. “What happened to you? I found your scent over the border and wasn’t sure what to do but Sage said not to worry. Are you okay?”
“I'm fine. I crossed the border by mistake chasing a squirrel and run into Blackpaw, one of the cats we met before and we fought but I'm fine.” Birch meowed placing his tail on Lily’s shoulder. “No need to worry anymore.”
“Not to worry. You come back bleeding and no prey.” Sage mewed licking the blood of his cheek. “Do we have to worry about these clan cats taking prey we catch?”
“No, everything is fine.” Birch pulled away shaking his head. “I lose the squirrel before we fought but afterward, we talked it over and called it a tie or that’s what Blackpaw said.” Birch puffed out his chest a little. “Even though I won the fight of course, I don’t think they send many patrols this way we just have to make sure we don’t cross the border.”
“We? You mean you Birch.” Lily scoffed. “You got mad about me about crossing the border but it was you who did it first.” Lily nudged him playfully. “Maybe you’re the one who need to be watch over like a kit.”
Birch scoffed nudging Lily back flicking his tail over her ears. “Don’t go getting hare-brain on me, I haven’t made the same number of mistakes like you have.” Birch mewed. “I got lucky this time with Blackpaw and I know those clan cats will defend their territory so let’s keep away from the border.”
“If you say so.” Sage mumbled padding back over to her makeshift den.
Lily bought over two mice and her pump squirrel from before. “I bought back the prey we caught. Sage can have the squirrel and we can share one of the mice, we’ll have to go hunting more tomorrow.”
After eating the mouse, Birch settled down in his nest licking his paw before running it over his face wincing in pain. He thought back to Blackpaw beside the black and tom friendly and cheerful attitude he was a good fighter, Birch felt they could be good friends if given the chance and a part of him hoped to see Blackpaw at the border again. Chapter 3
Days had passed since Birch run into Blackpaw, he would sometimes check the border expecting to see the black and white tom or another clan cat but never saw any one at the border even though the marking scent was strong. Each day was the same for the three siblings from sunrise to sunset, Birch and Lily wound go hunting, gather more bedding for their dens and sometimes explore the forest more. Birch slipped out the undergrowth and padded over to the stream bending down to get a drink before looking up searching the tree line on the other side, Lily mentioned seeing a group of cats farther down the stream with fish in their jaws. Birch had hope to see a new face today and thought about swimming over but if they were like Blackpaw’s clanmates it was probably best for him to stay on his side of the forest.
The sun was at its highest peak in the sky as Birch made his way back to his den with a thrush in his jaws. Birch noticed Lily playing with a leaf and scoffed at his sister, she was always so carefree her and Blackpaw could be good friends. Placing the thrush down in the hole they kept prey Birch looked around for Sage as her nest was empty and a half-eaten mouse laid nearby.
“Where is Sage?” Birch asked as Lily pounced on her leaf.
“I don’t know. She was gone when I can came back.” Lily meowed brushing the leaf away before sitting up. “Maybe she went hunting.”
“Hunting? She shouldn’t wondered off without us or at least let one of us know where she went.” Birch huffed. “What if something happens to her?”
“She not a kit, Birch. Sage can handle things on her own you forget who help take care of us after mother passed.” Lily meowed. “I’m sure she’s fine.”
Birch frowned waving his tail though the air. “We need to go find her. Just think of the predators that would want to make an easy meal out of a queen carrying kits.” Birch and Lily padded through the forest in search of Sage it wasn’t long before they caught her scent and followed it to the border.
“You don’t think she crossed the border on purpose, do you?” Lily mewed.
“No, it had to be by mistake.” Birch huffed. “Sage knows that is the clan cats territory so there’s no reason for her to cross over.” Birch sniffed the bushes nearby. “She definitely crossed the border but I don’t smell any other scents meaning the border probably hasn’t been marked yet. If we’re quick we can find her before anyone else does.”
“We’ll be quick before they even know it.” Lily nodded. “I’m the only one who has cross the border yet, maybe I should be bossing you two around.”
Birch shot Lily a glare before padding over the border following Sage’s scent. Other scents of cats were around but faint, surly a patrol had to pass by now or a few cats from Blackpaw’s clan it felt strange for them to suddenly stop others from entering their territory.
“Birch, this way.” Lily gestured forward. “She is going toward the stream where we met Blackpaw's patrol before.”
Birch felt a lump settle into his stomach hoping Sage hadn’t fallen into the stream trying to fish or something worse but that wouldn’t explain why she crossed the border they could fish on their side also. Birch leaded Lily though the forest toward the stream hoping Sage was fine, she just had to be. As they neared the stream where they first met Blackpaw, Birch came to a halt as another scent filled his nose. A clan cat!
Birch crept under a bush with Lily maybe the cat had come and gone after patrolling the area. Lily turned to Birch pointing her tail forward. “Those flat rocks are on the edge of the stream maybe Sage is there.”
Birch nodded sliding forward poking his head out the bushes hoping to see Sage and take her back to their den. Birch held his breath at what he saw in front of him on the flat rocks was Sage, she seemed to be sunning herself as the sun was beaming down on the rocks but she wasn’t alone not far from Sage was a brown and white tom. Birch figured it was the cat he scent before but why would the tom just be sitting near Sage if he were from Blackpaw’s clan.
Pulling back Birch turned to Lily. “Sage is on the rocks but she’s not alone there’s a tom with her. I think he’s in the same clan as Blackpaw.”
“A tom? If he’s alone we could surprise him, get Sage and go.” Lily meowed.
“He’s rather close to her.” Birch said. “If he wanted, he could threaten to hurt her and what if he’s not alone. A group of them could be watching us and attack us before we know it.”
“Okay maybe he’s nice like Blackpaw and that Thistleleaf.” Lily shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe he and Sage are friends, he’s probably allowing her to rest on the rocks before one of his clanmates sees.”
Birch shook his head had Sage been meeting with this tom before and crossing the border if so, they weren’t exactly finding it as he remembered Blackpaw telling him they couldn’t be friends because Birch wasn’t in his clan. “Let’s not do anything rash. I may have fought Blackpaw and won just think what that tom could to us, Blackpaw said he’s training to be a warrior meaning that tom is a warrior.”
“Let’s not just sit around on our tails and find out who this tom is.” Lily and Birch pushed their way out the bush slowly padding over to the rocks and it didn’t take long for the tom to whip his head around resting his gaze on them.
“Ah, it seems we have two more joining us.” The tom meowed. “I guessing you’re Birch and Lily.” He flickered his tail as a greeting.
“You know our names already but we don’t know yours or why you’re near our sister.” Lily huffed. “Sage are you okay?” Sage shifted on her side tucking her paws underneath her. “Of course I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?"
“You crossed the border and now resting on the clan’s territory.” Birch hissed. “Did you forget we agreed not to stay away and cross over again? Who is this?” Birch jerked his head toward the brown and white tom.
“You’re right he is quite bossy.” The tom chirped with laughter making Birch draw back growling. “My name is Hawksplash, I am a warrior of Oakclan. Do not worry no harm as come to Sage, I kept a look out.”
Birch rolled his eyes at the tom was half the clan that Blackpaw lived like him and the rest were like that Waspsting and Brackenthroat. “Sage why did you crossed the border? What if something happened to you and your kits?”
“Don’t get your fur in a knot, Birch.” Sage hissed. “I did stay on our side everyday laying in that sad excuse of a den if a storm hit, we would be wash away. On day while walking near the stream I saw these rocks and thought how warm they felt, we should’ve made our dens here and chased everyone away.” Sage flickered her ears toward Hawksplash. “About two days ago, I run into him here and while at first I thought I would have to claw his ears off, he let me rest here in peace.”
“I would never harm a queen outside the clans or from another clan.” Hawksplash mewed. “I was expecting on finding a Floodclan cat here instead but glad I didn’t, I was enjoying our time together.”
Birch glared at Hawksplash finding him quite annoying already. “Okay, you sunned yourself far enough now it’s time to return back home.” Birch turned around tasting the air for any more clan cats. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Sage said and Birch whipped around staring at his sister. “The ground we sleep on might be comfortable for you two but it isn’t for me. I am staying here.”
“Sage!” Birch snarled. “This isn’t our territory! We got lucky finding you with him. Don’t forget those other two cats that wanted to attack us for us passing through, we are going back home.”
Birch watched as Sage narrowed her eyes at him before flicking her tail along the rock she was on. “I’m not leaving.” Birch never felt angrier at his sister until right now, he expected behavior like this from Lily why now of all days.
“If I may make a suggestion seeing that everyone is on edge.” Hawksplash mewed. “Seeing that Sage doesn’t want to leave and you don’t wish to cause trouble crossing the border. Why not join my clan? If you do, you’ll have much better shelter and can come to The Flat Rocks almost every day.”
Birch looked from Lily to Sage and back at Hawksplash. Was the brown and white tom before them begin serious with them, right? He was asking them to join his clan all of the suddenly surly this had to be a trick.
“Could we really join your clan?” Lily asked. “Why would you suddenly take in the three of us?”
“Don’t think we don’t know about you.” Hawksplash said. “First Thistleleaf’s patrol found you then his apprentice Blackpaw returns to camp covered in wounds.” He looked at Birch. “Let’s just say we caught our leader’s attention in fact she is expecting me to bring you back with me.”
“Back with you? You’ve been spying on us.” Lily leapt to her paws. “If we join what will happen?”
“We’re not joining them!” Birch snarled. “Don’t forget what happen last time we were in a large group.”
“The choice is your but if you don’t join then I would have to chase you off with a patrol.” Hawksplash glanced over at Sage. “I prefer not to do that.”
“I say we join it can’t be so bad like before.” Lily said. “Honestly, I was hoping we would find a group to join it’s always nice making new friends.”
“I just know I’m not going back to that den we made.” Sage huffed. “If they have a warm den and prey I’ll go.”
Birch groaned not believing how quick his sister was willing to join the clan. They were doing fine on their own, did they really need to join this group to living in this forest he knew Sage wasn’t going to leave anytime soon and Lily would follow without a care. Even though Birch didn’t share his sisters thrill wanting to join he couldn’t leave them to go live in a group alone, it would pain him to abandon them.
“How can you both trust his words so easily.” Birch sighed. “You two are in agreement on going I guess I have to go also; I don’t like it but we don’t leave each behind we’ll go together.” Birch turned to Hawksplash. “What now?"
“Good to see we’re all in agreement.” Hawksplash got his paws bounding down the rocks. “I can take you back to the camp right now, as I said my leader is expecting you so if everyone is ready, we can go.”
Birch nodded as Sage made her way off the rocks to walk beside Lily. “We’re ready.” Hawksplash took the lead of the group padding though the forest toward the camp, Birch noticed the clearing where he left Blackpaw and wondered how he was doing after their fight and hoped to see him when the reach the camp. Before long Hawksplash came to a stop turning to the three siblings.
“We are nearing the camp now. Stay behind me as we enter most of my clanmates will be quick to attack anyone not from the clan, we don’t want them thinking you are invading us.” Hawksplash mewed.
“We’re just three cats, they have no reason to see us a threat.” Birch scoffed.
Hawksplash twitched his whiskers in amusement before padding off into the undergrowth with Birch right behind him. Tasting the air Birch picked up the scent of many different cats as they came to a bramble tunnel. “Stay close.” Birch heard Hawksplash mew before pushing his way through the tunnel. Birch followed feeling the thorns of the bramble tug at his fur, the scent of cats grew stronger with every step and he wondered just how many cats lived in the camp.
The tunnel led them to a clearing surround by towing oak trees, the sunlight barely broke through the canopy above to warm the grass that was laid flat with the paw steps of many generations. Birch looked in awe at the cats around the camp, sure he’s been in a fairly size group before but this felt different, some cats were sitting together eating prey while others were alone grooming themselves.
“Move Birch.” Birch stepped aside as Lily pulled herself out the tunnel with Sage who wasn’t far behind. “So many cats!” Lily chirped.
“It’s still sun high so many gathered together to share tongues in the clearing.” Hawksplash explained.
Birch noticed a few cats starting to look up from what they were during and toward them, a new scent in their clan must be causing them to buzz with curiosity. Birch didn’t want to lock eyes with anyone at moment, he looked around the clearing making note of all the dens. A hazel bush, a juniper bush surrounded with thicket, a fallen hollow tree with a drip in front of it, two uprooted trees both had lichen and ferns growing over them, and lastly a bramble bush. It was pile of rocks in the center of the clearing that caught his eye.
“That juniper bush over there is the nursey.” Hawksplash mewed to Sage pointing with his tail. “You will be safe and warm there.” Birch swiveled his ears toward the den hearing the sounds of mewing before a blue grey she-cat pulled herself out with three kits scrambling right after her.
“Your kits will be well look after by the other queens,” added Hawksplash. “Think of the clan as your family now it’s that loyalty that binds us together making us strong.” Hawksplash jerked his muzzled forward. “Here comes Thistleleaf. It’s nice to see a friendly face.”
Birch recognized the large blue-grey tom scent just as he neared them. Beside him was the dark brown tom he saw escort Blackpaw back after their fight.
“So, they did come,” Thistleleaf purred with an amusing look. “You owe me a water vole, Lionshade.”
The dark brown tom named Lionshade grumbled at Thistleleaf and Birch noticed his tail tip twitch with annoyance. “I still don’t think this is a good idea but Kestrelstar seems to think overwise.” Lionshade rested his gaze on Birch. “Should we really allow the tom who sent your apprentice in the medicine cat den into the camp?”
“Blackpaw fought bravely on his own that day,” Thistleleaf meowed turning to Birch. “Blackpaw has recovered well and I'm sure he’s looking forward to you being here.”
Birch shifted on his paws. “That’s good to hear. I was actually worried about after our fight.” Birch took a glance around the clearing hoping to spot the familiar black and white tom, for moment he thought he did but realized it was a different cat. A black and white speckled she-cat was standing outside one of the dens overgrown with lichen and ferns, her expression was clear making Birch fur twitched with anxiety.
“Kestrelstar is coming over to speak with you. Make sure you are respectful to her.” Thistleleaf meowed. Birch watched as the black and white she cat made her way over to them, Birch wondered what the leader found in them to cause her wanting them to join their clan.
“Greetings. I see you all made the journey here well and unharmed.” Kestrelstar dripped her head to them. “I take it Hawksplash has explained to you about join our clan. Are we all in agreement?” Kestrelstar mewed looking at everyone.
“I suppose if they are here already, we might as well introduce them to the clan ways.” Lionshade rasped.
“I believe they will do fine in the clan.” Thistleleaf nodded. “Blackpaw has showed us how the young tom is in battle.” Birch felt his fur grow hot with embarrassment, he didn’t want the fight between him and Blackpaw hung over his head forever.
“The clan will benefit having them.” Hawksplash added. “I believe they will make fine warrior one day.”
“Good. I will call the clan for a meeting.” Kestrelstar pointed her tail at Birch and Lily. “You two will train as apprentices until you earn your warrior name. Training will not be easy and I expect it will take time for you to adjust to clan live but I have faith you’ll do fine.”
“Apprentices? Just like Blackpaw, does that mean we have to change our names?” Lily asked.
“We add ‘paw’ to kits names that are 6 moons and older.” Kestrelstar turned to Sage. “You have to option of taking a warrior’s name, I won’t rush your decision so let me know when you’re ready.”
Kestrelstar bounded over to the pile of rocks in the center leaping up and yowled. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under Stonehedge for a clan meeting.” At the sound of her call cats around the camp started making their way toward her, some emerged from the dens and settled down looking up at their leader. Birch stayed beside his sisters as Hawksplash and Thistleleaf took their flanks.
“Time are changing for Oakclan and the forest around us.” Kestrelstar begun. “While we survived the past leaf-bare many of our clanmates did not and this can be said for the other clans.” Kestrelstar pointed her muzzle toward Birch and his sisters. “I believe we must be ready for anything as such it has been decide that we will allow outsides to join the clan.”
Birch listen to the muttering of confusion and shock among the cats, it didn’t surprise him to see the first cat to say something was Waspsting. “Rogues can’t be trusted! We might as well allow kittypets to join us!” The ginger and white tom narrowed his eyes at them. “You three again? I knew we should’ve chased you off our territory the day we meet!”
Birch dug his claws into the ground glaring at the tom ready for any sudden movement from Waspsting. Kestrelstar yowled again waving her tail though the air. “Enough, Waspsting. My decision is final with them joining and their apprenticeship will start tomorrow.” Kestrelstar beckon Birch and Lily over with her tail. “Until they earn their warrior names, these apprentices will be called Birchpaw and Lilypaw.” Kestrelstar flickered her tail once more and the cats broke off into groups meowing to each with a mix of excitement and disagreement.
Birchpaw noticed Waspsting shot him on last glare before padding off to a clump of ferns. Lilypaw gave him a friendly shove. “That wasn’t so bad. We’re apprentices of a clan is this exciting?”
“Exciting? We haven’t done anything yet and half the cats here are staring us to death.” Birch huffed. “I bet Waspsting is just waiting for the moment to attack us.”
“You are clanmates now.” Kestrelstar meowed padding over from the Stonehedge. “No warrior would attack another clanmate. The clan will come around to you with time.”
“You two should stop by the apprentice den and make your nest.” Thistleleaf pointed to the hazel bush in the corner of the camp. “I’m sure Blackpaw will be happy to give you a tour.” In a few paw steps Blackpaw was already padding over to them with his tail twitching in excitement.
“I can’t believe you decided to join the clan.” Blackpaw purred. “Now we can have a rematch during training and this time I’ll win.”
Birchpaw gave Blackpaw a friendly curt nod at the mention of a rematch. “We’ll see about that.” Out the corner of his eye, he noticed Hawksplash with Sage and turned to hear their conversation.
“I’ll help you get settled in the Nursery.” Hawksplash meowed. “You’ll like it there and your denmates will be welcoming.” Birchpaw watched the two padded off toward juniper bush slipping inside.
“Come on. We’ll lose daylight standing around all day.” Blackpaw mewed leading the two across the clearing to the bramble bush. “This is where the warriors sleep.” Birchpaw and Lilypaw bent down to look inside the den seeing the nests were lined in a circle. “Senior warriors sleep in the center.”
The trio padded over to the hollow fallen log with the drip at the entrance. “This is the elders’ den.” They slipped inside to be greeted by four elderly cats.
“Hello, young ones.” A ginger tom meowed.
“Hello, Sparrowspots.” Blackpaw dipped his head to the tom.
“Are these our new apprentices? Lilypaw and Birchpaw?” rasped a brown tabby she-cat.
“That’s us.” Birchpaw nodded.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” Lilypaw purred.
“Welcome to the clan. I’m Hazelfleck.” She purred back. “Never have we accepted rogues into the clan.”
“Yes, watching your progress will be interesting.” Reedstripe, a pale brown tom meowed narrowing his eyes at them. “I hope Kestrelstar knows what she is doing.”
“Now Reedstripe be nice.” The white and grey she-cat, Petalpelt sat near him and flicked her tail over his ears. “They haven’t been here for a day and your already judging.”
“So what do the elders of the clan do all day?” Lilypaw asked.
“We retired from our warrior duties many moons ago.” Sparrowspots meowed. “It’s our turn to have apprentices take care of us like we did at their age.”
“Checking their pelts for tick is the most disgust task I’ve ever done.” Blackpaw spat in Birchpaw’s ear.
“You wasn’t complaining so much last time.” Hazelfleck meowed shooting a friendly glare. “My hearing is still good young Blackpaw.”
“That’s because you all had shared a really good story.” Blackpaw pinned his ears back. “When I said disgusting, I meant the mouse bile.”
“Stories?” Lilypaw eyes lit with excitement and curiosity. “Can you tell us one now?”
“Maybe another time.” Sparrowspots purred. “You don’t want to spend your first day in the camp listening to us.”
With a nod, Lilypaw followed Blackpaw and Birchpaw out the den over to the other uprooted tree overgrown with lichen, ferns, and moss. “This is the medicine cat den.” A tangy and sour smell filled Birchpaw and Lilypaw nose making them wrinkle their nose in disgust.
“What’s that smell?” Lilypaw asked.
“Herbs, trust me they taste worst then the smell. The medicine cats care for everyone in the clan when they are sick or wounded.” Blackpaw chirped perking up at the sound of the ferns rustling at the entrance and a broad-shoulder pale tabby tom pulled himself out.
“Why are you crowding around my den?” He hissed. “This is not place for kits and apprentices to play around!”
“Sorry, Spotteddust.” Blackpaw mewed. “I was showing our new apprentice around the camp. This is Birchpaw and Lilypaw.” He pointed with his tail.
“Rogues training to be warriors.” Spotteddust growled. “By far the most absurd decision Kestrelstar has ever made.”
Birchpaw frowned at the older tom, the first thing everyone bought up in front of them was them being rogues. “Last time I checked you all invited us here to join. You came to us not the other way around.” Birchpaw returned Spotteddust glare with a flick of his ears.
“You’re a bold tom but wet around the ears.” Spotteddust splat pushing pass them. “We don’t need more trouble brewing inside the clan.”
“What’s his problem?” Birchpaw huffed.
“Spotteddust has been getting grumpier by the day.” Blackpaw shrugged. “He’s been a really good medicine cat for moons so everyone is use to him.” More rustling came from the den and a pale ginger and white she-cat padded out.
“Oh, Blackpaw. Is everything okay?” She asked.
“Everything is fine Embercreek.” Blackpaw nodded. “I was showing Birchpaw and Lilypaw around and Spotteddust came out yelling at us for being in the way.”
“I apologize for him.” Embercreek turned to Birchpaw and Lilypaw. “He’s nice some days and the next not so much but he’s still a good medicine cat so if you find yourself wounded or sick don't be afraid to stop by.” Embercreek padded after Spotteddust as he slipped out the bramble tunnel.
“Embercreek is a lot nicer then Spotteddust that for sure.” Blackpaw rasped. “Many believe before long he will retire and she’ll be the clan’s medicine cat.” Blackpaw lead them back over to the hazel bush. “This is where we sleep, there are empty nest so just pick one. I’ll go get us some fresh kill.” Blackpaw padded over to the pile of prey beside Stonehedge.
“What do you think we’ll learn tomorrow?” Lilypaw asked.
“Who knows.” Birchpaw rolled his eyes. “These cats think they’re so special we’ll probably do something boring so they can make fun us.”
“Not everyone seems so bad look at Hawksplash.” Lilypaw said. “I don’t think he’s left Sage side since we got here. As Kestrelstar said it’ll take time for them to accept us so why don’t we make the most our time here.”
Birchpaw grumbled at Lilypaw she was always able to see the bright side of situations it was rare to see her upset or feeling down. He looked up as Blackpaw returned with a pump thrush for them to share before long the sun was starting to set for the day and Birchpaw settled beside Lilypaw as she slept, he had to admit there was a calm air around the camp while some cats shoot glance at them none really continued with the hostile behavior. Feeling dozy Birch felt closing his eyes for a quick nap when suddenly a sharp yowl filled the air causing alarm around the camp and a patrol came bursting through the tunnel.
“What’s going on?” Lilypaw jerked awake confused.
“Newtshine’s patrol is back and look like some trouble happened.” Blackpaw meowed as they padded over with the rest of the clan around the patrol.
“Newtshine?” Birchpaw asked.
“The clan’s deputy.” Blackpaw rasped. “He lead a patrol to mark the border near the clearing and Marshclan but it seem a battle happened.”
Birchpaw pushed pass a white she-cat to get a better look at the patrol. A brown tabby tom was at the head of the patrol his ear was torn and blood dripped from his shoulder, he let out a deep huff as Kestrelstar padded though the gathering cats.
“We were attack by a Marshclan patrol at the clearing.” Newtshine groaned. “I think they were trying to push their border up even though we agreed the clearing was neutral.”
Birchpaw watched the tunnel rustle again and a wiry dark ginger tom pushed his way though carrying a white tom, his pelt was stained with blood.
“That’s Mottleblaze and his apprentice, Cloudpaw.” Blackpaw mewed. “I hope Cloudpaw is okay, he wasn’t ever a good fighter.” Blackpaw whiskers twitched. “We haven’t fought Marshclan over the clearing in moons but I guess after leaf-bare Stormstar has decided to change that.”
Birchpaw watched as Embercreek come over with a bundle of herbs sniffing at Cloudpaw. He noticed Mottleblaze expression as blank as the medicine cat looked over his apprentice.
“Cloudpaw was to slow to counter his attacker.” Mottleblaze splat. “He should’ve know better to just stand there.”
“He’s young, Mottleblaze.” Embercreek retorted. “Even the most skilled warrior doesn’t leave the battlefield unharmed. As his mentor you should be happy that he’s still alive.” Embercreek gestured to another warrior to come help her take Cloudpaw back to her den.
“Such an awful fight over a strip of territory.” Lilypaw said. “Does it really matter if they take it?” Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze turn his attention told them and bounded over.
“What did you just say!?” He hissed. “We cannot allow them to take territory so freely.” Mottleblaze gave them a sniff. “Who are you two anyway?”
“This is Birchpaw and Lilypaw. Two rogues who just joined the clan.” Blackpaw took Lilypaw’s right flank. “They’re our new apprentices.”
Mottleblaze pulled back grunting in annoyance. “Rogues? Kestrelstar actually went along with that plan. Are we taking in kittypets next?” He pushed passed them heading for the medience cat den.
“Don’t mind Mottleblaze. He’s one of the best warriors in the clan, he takes duties serious.” Blackpaw huffed. “Not to say no one does but with Mottleblaze its different.” Blackpaw made his way toward the apprentice den. “We better turn in early today, training will start at sunrise tomorrow.”
Birchpaw slipped after Blackpaw and Lilypaw into the den going over to his nest when he realized the other apprentices of the clan. A brown tom was already curled up sleep, a grey she-cat and dark grey tom were whispering something to each other before the tom shot a glare at Birchpaw while the pale-blue grey she-cat was giving her pelt one last wash. Birchpaw noticed the others nest were moved away from them all but the pale blue she-cat’s, he gave her a friendly greeting with his tail before climbing into his nest.
Birchpaw shuffled around his nest as he begin to feel drowsy. He never expected for his family to join another group of cats let alone a clan, beside the patrol returning wounded Birch figured maybe it wasn’t bad they joined. Letting out a yawn, Birchpaw looked toward the den entrance seeing that nightfall had settle upon the clan as he started drifting away to sleep soundly in this new home. Chapter 4
“Wake up, Birchpaw!” Birchpaw felt a paw jab into his side and groaned displeased as he opened his eyes to see Lilypaw standing over him.
“What?” He hissed slowly sitting up rubbing his eye free of sleep.
“It’s our first day of training! Come on, everyone is waiting!” With an exciting mew Lilypaw padded out the apprentice den leaving Birchpaw sitting there with a frown on his face. “Birchpaw!”
“I’m coming!” Birchpaw growled padding out his nest and toward the entrance of the den, narrowing his eyes has the sunlight hit them, the sun was just coming through the tree line as it rose in the sky. Looking over Birchpaw saw Blackpaw sitting beside Thistleleaf and the other apprentices.
“Good morning Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf meowed.
“Next time, you better wake up on time for training.” Mottleblaze growled.
“It’s so early, prey hasn’t even left there burrows yet.” Birchpaw hissed and Mottleblaze shot a glare at him.
“Let’s settle down now.” A white she-cat meowed.
"Littlefeather is right, we have lots to do today.” Thistleleaf went on. “We thought it was best for us to break into two groups and we have Icebright joining us today.” Thistleleaf gestured over to a golden-brown tom with black paws. “The first group will be led by Lionshade with Littlefeather, Icebright, Darkpaw, Hailpaw, Mudpaw and Lilypaw. The second group will be led by me with Hawksplash, Mottleblaze, Blackpaw, Flintpaw, and Birchpaw.”
“Cloudpaw won’t be joining us given his wound yesterday or Newtshine has duties to attend to.” Lionshade meowed. “This may be a simple tour around the territory but take this time to remind yourself of the borders.” Lionshade gestured to the other apprentices.
Thistleleaf took the lead of the group padding out the bramble tunnel. Birchpaw followed along taking Lilypaw’s flank seeing his sister was already twitching with excitement, the group came to a sandy hollow with a rock sitting in the middle.
“This is the Hollow.” Hawksplash meowed. “We practice our battle techniques here sometimes you will train here together without or watchful eyes.”
“We’ll part ways here.” Thistleleaf meowed. “We’ll meet back at camp and I expect every apprentice to listen to the mentors.”
Birchpaw laid his tail on Lilypaw’s shoulder. “Don’t go wondering off without a care.” He meowed softly.
“I’ll be fine.” Lilypaw purred padding after her group leaving Birchpaw to catch up with Blackpaw at the back of the patrol.
“Touring the territory is an apprentice first task.” Blackpaw mewed. “You’ll learn where to hunt and mark the borders.”
Thistleleaf lead the patrol though the forest coming to a shadowy area, a few oaks tree surrounded a single pine tree that was split in half. Birchpaw looked up at the looming tree hearing a faint creaking noise.
“This is Broken Pine.” Blackpaw meowed. “A storm hit and a lightning strike split it right in half. Hunting here is good but watch out for fallen branches.”
The patrol continued on until the came to the clearing edge. Birchpaw caught a faint musky smell and figured a Marshclan patrol had been by, Birchpaw was glad he and sister decide to rest in Oakclan territory if they stop in Marshclan’s territory for sure a patrol would have shredded them.
“Marshclan thinks they got the drop on us yesterday.” Mottleblaze growled. “I say we pay them a visit with a patrol.”
“Kestrelstar already said she wants to speak with Stormstar first about the attacking.” Hawksplash meowed.
“We’ve battle over this clearing before with Toadstar and it led to unnecessary deaths.”
Birchpaw watched Mottleblaze mumbled something under his breath before padding off to mark the border. He turned as Thistleleaf padded over to him flicking his ears to the sounds around them.
“Do you smell anything else Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf asked.
Birchpaw tasted the air once again breathing in the scents around him. “Mm. I smell twoleg but the scent is very stale.” He meowed. “Probably a day or two.”
“Well done.” Thistleleaf nodded. “Twolegs come here sometimes with their dogs usually in Greenleaf so be careful and since Marshclan attack us yesterday patrols will be with three or more cats, no apprentices come here alone.”
Hawksplash took the lead of the patrol heading north of the clearing coming to a twoleg bridge connecting to an island that sat in the middle of river.
“This is the Island.” Hawksplash meowed. “Once every full moon the clans hold gatherings here under peace and share news.”
“Have you been to a gathering?” Birchpaw asked Blackpaw.
“Yup. The first time was pretty scary with so many cats in one clearing.” Blackpaw chirped. “I sat near Thistleleaf at first but I met this Floodclan apprentice who was pretty nice.”
The patrol crossed over the bridge on to the island padding farther in before coming to a clearing with a group of trees sat in the middle. Birchpaw noticed the single boulder at sat on the right of the trees and a bush that sat on the left, he winkled his nose catching a smoky scent and suddenly a flash of fire appeared at the base of the trees and Birchpaw felt his pelt grow hot as buzzing filled his ears.
“Birchpaw!” Blackpaw hissed into his ear making him jump.
“What!” Birchpaw growled digging his claws into the dirt, he noticed as everyone was staring at him.
“If you’re not going to pay attention then you can go back to camp.” Mottleblaze growled narrowing his eyes.
Birchpaw shifted on his paws in embarrassment as Thistleleaf lead them to another twoleg bridge connecting to a less dense forest.
“This is Basinclan territory.” He meowed. “We don’t usually have to worry about them crossing over into our territory but it’s important to check for scents.”
“Due to the stream we don’t have access to Floodclan territory but the flat rocks mark that border.” Hawksplash added.
“Beside yesterday with Marshclan we don’t fight over the borders often.” Blackpaw mewed. “The clans have been at peace for moons now.”
“We were at peace!” Birchpaw turned as the dark grey tom named Flintpaw hissed. “Marshclan’s attack won’t go unanswered.”
“Over a strip of territory?” Birchpaw shrugged his shoulders. “That clearing doesn’t offer any shelter and no prey will be there.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Flintpaw snarled. “We agree to mark it as neutral territory and they attack us for it.”
“We will handle Marshclan in time but for now we going to finish marking the borders.” Hawksplash meowed as they cross back over into Oakclan territory. “Make note of your surroundings if you see anything out of place speak up.”
Birchpaw padded alongside Blackpaw through the undergrowth. “What do you think the other patrol is doing?”
“Probably hunting practice.” Blackpaw meowed. “Patrols usually try not to cross paths and disturb each other. It can be annoying trying to hunt and someone scares away your catch.”
“Do Oakclan have special hunting techniques?’ Birchpaw asked.
“We sometimes climb trees while hunting.” Blackpaw said.
“Climbing trees.” Birchpaw shuddered. “I don’t have to learn that do I?”
“I guess you don’t have to.” Blackpaw nudged Birchpaw playfully. “Scared to climb trees?”
“No!” Birchpaw huffed. “I just think cats don’t need to be that high up the ground is safe enough for me.”
The patrol came to Flat rocks and Birchpaw pointed to the stream with this tail. “I take swimming over climbing a tree any day.”
“Oakclan cats don’t swim.” Flintpaw huffed. “Leave the swimming to those sleek pelts in Floodclan.” He went over to join marking the border with Thistleleaf and Mottleblaze.
“What about fishing?” Birchpaw asked Hawksplash. “This stream would make good hunting.”
“We don’t fish either.” Hawksplash meowed. “We live in the forest so we eat forest prey.”
“Maybe you would fare better in Floodclan.” Blackpaw purred.
“I was just making a point if the stream doesn’t freeze over in leaf-bare we can fish here.” Birchpaw meowed.
“Adapting to your surroundings already Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf meowed. “We do fine in leaf-bare but we’ll keep in mind about the fishing.”
“Fishing?” Mottleblaze growled. “We are not otters like Floodclan.”
“It really simple.” Birchpaw turned to Thistleleaf. “Is it okay if I fish? It’ll be really quick.”
“Go ahead, we were going to test your hunting skills anyway. Show us what you learned already.” Thistleleaf nodded.
Birchpaw padded over to the edge of the stream sitting down back enough so his shadow didn’t cast into the calm waters. A moment passed and Birchpaw lunged forward striking a fish out the waters onto land and give it a quick bite.
“See that wasn’t so hard.” Birchpaw meowed. “You just have to wait for the right moment.”
“That takes too long.” Mottleblaze snarled. “The clan would starve before you return to camp with fish.”
“It another option we can explore if the clan needs it.” Hawksplash meowed. “Maybe one day you can teach the clan how to fish Birchpaw.”
Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze grumbled something under his voice before taking the front of the patrol. “We should head back to camp learning how to fish is only wasting daylight.”
Grabbing his fish, Birchpaw followed the patrol back to camp and as they pushed though the bramble tunnel, they were greeted by a light grey she-cat named Brightbreeze.
“I caught the scent of fish and thought it was Floodclan.” Brightbreeze meowed. “Did something happen?”
“Birchpaw caught a fish!” Blackpaw purred.
“A fish?” Brightbreeze gave Birchpaw a puzzling look.
“We don’t fish that prey will be wasted.”
“It’s okay.” Birchpaw meowed setting the fish down. “I’ll eat it or share it with Sage. She likes to eat fish.”
Brightbreeze shrugged her shoulders letting them into the camp. “We have an apprentice who swims and fish maybe you should go to Floodclan.” Brightbreeze mewed before settling down beside the entrance.
“Prey is prey.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Go ahead and put your fish in the fresh kill pile.” He pointed toward a pile of prey sitting beside Stonehenge.
Birchpaw nodded padding across the clearing over to the pile noticing it was well stocked and added his fish to the pile feeling a sense of pride, the group he was in before would take the best prey and leave the scraps for those who couldn’t hunt for themselves but in the clan, it was different as everyone protected each other and make sure everyone is well fed.
Stepping back from the pile, Birchpaw noticed movement coming from the medicine cat den as Embercreek pushed her way out and another cat followed after her, it was Cloudpaw. The white tom was dragging his tail along the ground and walked with a slight limp, a noticeable scar run along his right shoulder. Birchpaw padded over to join them near the apprentice den with Mottleblaze, Thistleleaf, and Blackpaw.
“Is my apprentice fit to train again, Embercreek?” Mottleblaze asked.
“His injures could’ve been worst.” Embercreek meowed. “Cloudpaw can resume training but he needs to take it easy for a few days. Don’t work him to death, Mottleblaze.”
“Maybe that would do him some good.” Mottleblaze huffed glaring at Cloudpaw.
“Perhaps helping the elders will do Cloudpaw some good until he’s back to full strength.” Thistleleaf mewed.
Birchpaw watched as the wiry dark ginger tom padded away toward the warriors’ den and slipped inside. Birchpaw wondered how the decision of making Mottleblaze and Cloudpaw mentor and apprentice came to be, he was clearly hard on the white tom and sort of cold hearted to him also.
“Don’t worry, Cloudpaw.” Blackpaw nudged the fluffy tom. “While you’re clearing after the elder, we’ll teach you anything you miss.” Blackpaw gestured toward Birchpaw.
“Thanks…I guess.” Cloudpaw shrugged avoiding making eye-contact.
Rustling came from the bramble tunnel and Lionshade’s patrol came padding in with prey in their jaws, Birchpaw perked up waiting to see Lilypaw emerge into the camp hoping they could talk about their experience with the clan today. After Icebright pulled himself in with a robin in his jaws, Lilypaw padded in after him with a plump squirrel locked in her jaws.
“Wow. That’s probably the fattest squirrel I ever seen!” Blackpaw chirped.
A few cats gathered around the patrol.
“Did she catch it by herself?” Smokepoppy, a solid grey she-cat asked.
“Sure did.” Icebright purred. “Lilypaw flung herself up tree before the squirrel could escape.”
Birchpaw padded over to Lilypaw noticing her basking in the praise from Icebright. He was happy to see at least of his sisters was fitting in the clan already, for Lilypaw the adjustment would come easier but for Birchpaw and Sage it would take some time.
“Good catch. I guess chasing after leaves and butterflies finally paid off.” Birchpaw teased.
“Guess so.” Lilypaw shrugged. “I saw it in the corner of my eye and just darted after it.”
Lionshade stepped toward them flicking his tail at the squirrel. “Well done, almost as if you are used to hunting in this forest.” He mewed with narrow eyes then pointed toward the elders’ den. “Take it to them, I am they will love it. After that grab something from the pile and eat.”
Lilypaw nodded picking up her catch and bounded over to the elders’ den slipping inside.
Birchpaw watched her got before getting to his paws and padded over to the nursey, Lilypaw was doing fine on their first day but he wondered how Sage was fairing so far. As Birchpaw approached the juniper bush where the queens and kits slept, he perked up noticing Sage padding out the den with Hawksplash coming out right behind her. Birchpaw wondered why the brown and white tom was concerning himself with Sage, some cats were friendly with them but Hawksplash seemly hasn’t left Sage’s side since they arrived. Birchpaw let out a huff as he padded over to join them.
“Ah, Birchpaw. We were just about to grab some prey, why not join us.” Hawksplash meowed. “How about you two find a place to settle and I grab the prey.” Hawksplash padded off toward the fresh kill pile.
“He’s like a thorn in your nest you can’t find.” Birchpaw meowed dryly as they padded over to a shade corner of camp.
“Hawksplash is just being nice.” Sage shrugged settling down.
Birchpaw sighed as Hawksplash returned with two mice in his jaws, he placed one each in front of the siblings before settling down beside Sage.
“I heard Lilypaw caught an impressive squirrel today. It’s only your first day as apprentices and you both are doing well.” Hawksplash took a bite of the mouse he was sharing with Sage.
“Today wasn’t so bad,” Birchpaw took another bite of his mouse and swallowed before continuing. “We just toured the territory and listen to you all rumble about the rules.”
“Those rules are what make the warrior’s code.” Hawksplash meowed licking his whiskers clean. “The clans would be noting with those rules.”
The sun was starting to set as Birchpaw finished his mouse, he gave his pelt a quick wash as he finished, he noticed Hawksplash helping Sage wash her pelt and felt a growl rumble in his throat. Hawksplash was being overly friendly with Sage since they arrived, didn’t the older tom have something better to do then stay beside Sage.
Grumbling, Birchpaw got to his paws stalking off toward the apprentice hoping to speak with Lilypaw when he neared, Lilypaw and Blackpaw were deep in conversation with Cloudpaw through Cloudpaw was speaking much, he was laying nearby with a half-eaten vole seemly lose in his thoughts. Flintpaw and the other apprentices were huddled together only looking up when Birchpaw approached the den.
“You caught a fish today.” The grey she-cat beside Flintpaw hissed. “You should leave and go join Floodclan. I am sure they’ll take you in.”
“Don’t start Hailpaw.” Blackpaw meowed. “Birchpaw was showing new hunting techniques that the clan could use one day.”
Hailpaw shot a glare at Blackpaw before continuing. “We don’t eat fish so it will be pointless.” She jerked her head toward the fresh kill pile. “We also don’t need the camp smelling like fish. Make sure you keep your nest away from mine, it’s bad enough we have share our den with rogues.”
“No asked for you share your opinion!” Birchpaw growled. “You seem to forget you all came crawling asking for us to join! You pretend that you’re better than me or other rogues,” Birchpaw splat, “Your rules and names are the only thing that makes you special. I’ve met kittypets that are tougher then you.” Birchpaw bristled his fur out digging his claws in the ground.
“No one is stopping you from leaving!” Hailpaw snarled taking a step toward Birchpaw. “You didn’t have to join! You can go back to your rogue life anytime!”
Birchpaw dropped his shoulders ready for Hailpaw to attack him, she was older than him and probably had better fighting skills then him but Birchpaw was bigger than her if he managed to pin her down the fight would end quickly.
“I hope the older apprentices are helping the newer apprentices learn the clan ways.” A calm voice grabbed their attention and the group turned around to see Kestrelstar and Newtshine.
“I am hoping my apprentices isn’t allowing his clanmates to fight among themselves.” Newtshine meowed and Mudpaw shook his head.
“Of course not, Newtshine.” He mewed. “We were just joking around, trying to break the ice with them. We want to make sure they understand living in the clan won’t be easy.”
Birchpaw scoffed knowing that wasn’t true, Hailpaw and the other apprentices definitely have it out for him and Lilypaw, at a moment notice they would take the chance to poke fun at them. Kestrelstar and Newtshine glance at each other before Newtshine twirled his tail in the air.
“Alright then how about you head to your nest for the night.” The brown tom meowed. “Tomorrow is another day of early patrols for you and hunting we even might practice battle techniques.” Birchpaw noticed some his denmates perk up at the mention of battle training, even he felt thrilled to train tomorrow maybe he could give Hailpaw and the others some good scratches to make it clear not to bother him again.
“I would like to speak with you, Birchpaw first thing in morning” Kestrelstar mewed and Birchpaw blinked surprised at her request.
“Okay.” Birchpaw nodded as Kestrelstar and Newtshine padded to return to their respective dens. Birchpaw padded into the den settling into his nest.
“What do you think she wants to speak about?” Lilypaw asked.
“I haven’t done anything wrong." Birchpaw meowed turning to Blackpaw. “Have I?”
“I don’t think so.” Blackpaw shrugged. “Don’t worry, I'm sure it’s about something good.”
“Maybe she decided to change her mind and send you all away.” Flintpaw scoffed before curling up in his nest.
“Ignore them.” Blackpaw huffed. “Kestrelstar is a fair and kind leader, she wouldn’t throw you out and it takes a lot to change her mind.”
Birchpaw couldn’t help but feel worried about his conversation tomorrow with Kestrelstar and gave Blackpaw a soft look. “I hope you’re right.” He mewed.
“Trust me.” Blackpaw yawned. “She’s my mother, I know from experience.” Blackpaw curled up in his nest to sleep.
Birchpaw looked at the entrance of the den seeing darkness fall onto the clearing of camp, his fur twitched with anticipation for morning to come as he shifted in his nest to sleep. Chapter 5Birchpaw twitched awake feeling a jab to his side seeing Lilypaw standing over him. Birchpaw blinked looking around the den only seeing Cloudpaw still his nest wincing in his sleep.
“I told Icebright already.” Lilypaw mewed, “he said Spotteddust is coming to check on him. You should hurry up since Kestrelstar is waiting.”
Birchpaw pulled himself up shaking his thick fur out before following Lilypaw out the den. The camp was still dark as the sun was still raising in the sky, he noticed Hailpaw and her mentor, Littlefeather leaving the camp with a small brown tom named Waselfur. Birchpaw padded over to Stonehenge were Kestrelstar was sitting with Newtshine.
“Ah, morning Birchpaw.” Kestrelstar mewed before turning back to Newtshine. “Make sure the patrols keep a watch out for any Marshclan patrols, I wish to speak with Stormstar today.” After Newtshine nodded and went along with organizing patrols with the cats awaking up in the camp, Kestrelstar beckon Birchpaw over with a flick of her tail.
“I heard about the fish you caught yesterday.” Kestrelstar meowed.
“Yeah, I was showing that we could fish in leaf-bare if the stream isn’t frozen over.” Birchpaw shuffled on his paws.
“Maybe that could help us one day.” Kestrelstar purred. “I wanted to check in with you about being here. Is everything going fine?”
Birchpaw paused thinking about his responds, if he told Kestrelstar the other apprentice aggression toward them maybe they would be punish but that would cause more trouble also there were warriors such Mottleblaze who definitely didn’t like their presence in the clan.
“Things are fine, odd stares and rude comments but nothing too serious.” Birchpaw meowed. “Lilypaw is doing great, she’s always been outgoing so she doesn’t have trouble fitting in.” He chuckled.
“I’ve noticed.” Kestrelstar nodded. “That’s why I chose Icebright to be her mentor, he’s not over the top and certainly not lazy he will know how to keep her busy. As for Sage, she’s seems to be settle in fine it can be hard for a queen to trust their new surroundings. Guess Hawksplash has been helpful with that.”
“Yeah, he has.” Birchpaw scoffed at the mention of the brown and white tom, hopefully he was out on patrol with Flintpaw already.
“It’s good to hear you all are settling in fine.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I have a task for you this morning with Embercreek, I want you to help gather herbs with her.”
Birchpaw noticed the pale ginger and white she-cat make her way over to them from the medicine cat den with a leaf bundle in her jaws. “Gathering herbs…do apprentices normally do that?” Birchpaw asked.
“Well normally, a medicine cat apprentice help collect herbs since we don’t have one, sometimes the warriors and their apprentices help.” Kestrelstar meowed. “It’s better if Embercreek does it and allow Spotteddust to stay in camp. Now hurry along when you return, I’ll have another task for you.”
Birchpaw nodded padding after Embercreek as she slipped out the bramble tunnel leading them toward The Hollow. Faint cries of birds were heard overhead as the forest was just starting to stir awake, a light mist covered the forest floor, the grass was wet from dew forming and the morning air felt cold.
“So, what herbs you need to collect.” Birchpaw asked trying to break the silence between them.
“Mostly poppy seeds, cobwebs, coltsfoot, and feverfew.” Embercreek mewed between her leaf bundle.
“Wow. You real have a tough duty in the clan, huh.” Birchpaw felt his head swirl in confusion usually most cats would lick their wounds and hoped they healed. Knowing the names of so many herbs must be a challenge since the clan depended on her and Spotteddust.
“Other than leading the clan, a medicine cat’s duty is especially important.” Embercreek nodded. “I have treat all my clanmates to my best abilities and knowledge.”
“What else do you other than healing wounds?” Birchpaw asked padding alongside Embercreek.
“Sometimes a medicine cat speak with Starclan about important visions and signs. Even sometimes leaders come and seek our advice.” She meowed.
“Starclan?” Birchpaw recalled four clans living in the forest.
“Guessing no one mention Starclan to you before.” Birchpaw shook his head and Embercreek sat her bundle down before looking up toward the sky. “Starclan is where are warrior ancestors go when they die, they watch over us and given guidance when it is need.”
“Dead cats speaking with living cats.” Birchpaw winced. “That has to be the most mouse brain thing I ever heard.”
“Don’t think too much about it.” Embercreek purred. “It’s strange I know, even some warriors get scared in the presence of Starclan.” Embercreek looked around. “We can find poppy seeds and cobwebs here. The coltsfoot and feverfew can be found by the Flat Rocks. Hopefully, we can find enough.” Embercreek went over to a red poppy flower and gently shook the head allowing the seeds to fall in the leaf bundle.
“What happens if there isn’t enough there?” Birchpaw asked. “Do you have another place where it grows.”
“If we don’t have enough, I typically go ask the other medicine cats for some of theirs. Check that fallen log for cobwebs.” Embercreek pointed with her tail.
“You’re allowed to cross over the borders?” Birchpaw padded over to the log looking inside to see a large cobweb and reached inside to wrap it around his paw.
“Yes, I am allow to because of medicine cat code.” Embercreek wrapped the poppy seeds bundle making they were secure. “We are outside clan rivalries and it’s our task to heal all cats no matter if they are clan-born or not.”
“Sounds quite stressful having everyone depend on you to heal them.” Birchpaw turned around holding his paw up with the cobweb for Embercreek to take them.
“Yes,” Embercreek mewed taking the cobwebs and placing to on another leaf. “but I enjoy my role as medicine cat. We should head to The Flat Rocks now.” They bounded off toward the smooth rocks the scent of water filled the nostrils. Birchpaw would rather be on patrol or practicing battle techniques but gathering herbs was growing on him or at least being able to talk with Embercreek made it enjoyable.
“How about you stand guard while I gather herbs.” Birchpaw nodded leaping onto the rocks feeling the slightly warmth from the sun as it was starting to beam down on them. A nice warm area with water would attract prey just sitting here maybe him want to close his eyes and sleep.
“Have you always wanted to be a medicine cat?” Birchpaw kept their conversation going to distract him from the urge to sleep.
“I suppose so.” Embercreek placed a few yellow flowers down onto her bundle. “I would rather save a cat then harm them through it wasn’t fun watching my littermates go off training to be warriors.”
“Is it because Spotteddust made learning about herbs boring.” Birchpaw said playfully.
“He’s not always grumpy.” Embercreek meowed. “Spotteddust has been our medicine cat for many moons and his mentor taught him dragging your paws in the dirt helps no one.” Embercreek sniffed a clump of grass near the edge of the stream. “Trust me, Spotteddust can be kind at times.”
Birchpaw huffed leaving that discussion alone, she was once his apprentices so she would defend Spotteddust to her last breath. “Okay, tell me more about this medicine cat code. No offense but the clan rules sound boring and strict.”
“Healing wounds and speaking with Starclan are the basics.” Embercreek sat up brushing her tail along the grass. “Not every medicine cat gets visions or omens but we still dedicate our lives to the clan it’s that simple.”
“Dedicate? What do you mean?” Birchpaw knew he had to learn all the aspects of the clan lifestyle and everyone was clear about fighting for the clan until their last breath.
“What mean is that we can’t let personal feeling get in the way of healing wound or sick cats.” Embercreek meowed. “When I decide to become an medicine cat, things such as taking a mate or having kits were no longer an option.”
Birchpaw couldn’t help but stare at Embercreek surprise and grasped. “You can’t have a mate or kits?”
“The clan comes first before my feelings, if medicine cats had kits or a mate, they would want to heal them first which isn’t fair to others. “Embercreek pulled the feverfew up wrapping them in her bundle.
“That’s not fair!” Birchpaw hissed. “Everyone has kin the clan what about leaders, wouldn’t they care about their kits before their clan.”
“That rule was made many moons ago.” Embercreek shrugged. “That’s just how it is. It’s never been a problem for leaders or deputies unless they couldn’t return to their duties. Warriors aren’t even allow to take mates from different clans, you have to remain loyal to your clan only.”
“It should be gotten rid of; you can’t control the way another cat feelings for another.” Birchpaw leaped down standing beside Embercreek. “You have a right and choice to be happy like everyone else.”
Embercreek gave Birchpaw a gentle look purring. “Don’t worry about me, it’s something I stop thinking about moons ago. I’m happy as an medicine cat.”
A rustle from the undergrowth caught their attention and a patrol came padding out toward them near the front was Waspsting and Birchpaw sighed at the sight of the ginger and white tom. “Go figure the rogue apprentice is helping gather herbs.”
Waspsting sneered. “Or are you here to fish again?”
Birchpaw shot him a glare getting ready to return a comment before Embercreek stepped toward Waspsting lashing her tail. “Enough, Waspsting.” She hissed. “You are behaving like a kit maybe next time I should being you along.”
"Don't get your fur in a knot, Embercreek. Just having some fun." Waspsting scoffed padding off to remark the border along with the other members of the patrol.
“If you’re done collecting herbs, we can escort you back to camp.” Smokepoppy meowed. “Patrols are checking the borders for any Marshclan patrols and who knows when another clan met decide to attack us next.”
“Thank you.” Embercreek meowed picking up half of her bundle giving on half to another warrior named Specklefur and the patrol made their way back to camp. Once back at camp, Embercreek gave Birchpaw a nudge.
“Thank you for joining me.” She meowed. “Collecting herbs is always better when you have someone to talk with, don’t be a stranger around the medicine den.” Embercreek flickered her tail in goodbye padding over to her den with Specklefur. Birchpaw watched her go before noticing Blackpaw making his way over to him with a smirk.
“Hey, Birchpaw.” Blackpaw meowed. “You’re not over here thinking about Embercreek, are you?”
“No.” Birchpaw whipped around glaring at the black and white tom.
“Don’t worry, she is one the prettiest she-cats in the clan.” Blackpaw smirked. “To bad, she’s a medience cat but her sister, Dapplebreeze is pretty too.” He pointed to a ginger and white she-cat standing beside Lionshade and Darkpaw. “Makes you wonder how Waspsting is their littermate.”
Birchpaw gave Blackpaw a playful nudge brushing pass him. “Do anything fun while training?” Birchpaw and Blackpaw padded across the clearing to Stonehedge where Kestrelstar was sitting on top watching the clan.
“Fun.” Blackpaw scoffed. “We went on patrol to Basinclan and hunted on the way back. I can’t wait for battle training to start so I can show you my new skills.”
“Yeah, don’t snag a claw trying to impress me.” Birchpaw teased. “Not that you could possibly beat me in another fight.” Birchpaw looked up at Kestrelstar sitting on the pile of rocks. “I don’t think I can join, Kestrelstar has me doing tasks.”
“You should count yourself lucky.” Blackpaw chirped. “Kestrelstar has decided to make you her apprentices, like Mudpaw you have carry yourself well. It’s an honor to be trained by the leader or deputy.”
“I guess.” Birchpaw shrugged. “But it’s better than being trained by Brackenthroat or Mottleblaze, I could’ve gotten worst.”
“Now those two aren’t so pretty when looking at them up close.” Blackpaw smirked and Birchpaw purred in laughter.
Kestrelstar making her way down to them cut their laughter short as she flickered her tail over Blackpaw’s ears. “Hope you aren’t making jokes at your clanmates.” She meowed. “Jokes don’t fill bellies or keep our borders safe. Do I need to tell Thistleleaf you need more training to keep you busy?”
“No, of course not.” Blackpaw shuffled nervously on his paws. “I have plainly of tasks and training to do already. In fact, I think I hear Thistleleaf calling me for more training right now.” Blackpaw chirped padding off to join Thistleleaf with Smokepoppy.
“Enjoy gathering herbs with Embercreek?” Kestrelstar asked.
“It was fine.” Birchpaw nodded. “Though I don’t think I could ever be a medicine cat, it sounds every stressful.”
“It is but greatly appreciated in the clan.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Now onto your next task and I am sure you're wishing to join the others in training.”
“It better than having someone watching me like a hawk.” Birchpaw shrugged. “What’s next?”
“I want you to deliver prey to the elders.” Kestrelstar pointed to the fresh kill pile and Birchpaw felt disappoint wash over him.
“But why?” Birchpaw frowned. “I am being punished for something. This doesn’t seem fair, Kestrelstar.” Kestrelstar gave him a calm look and gestured toward the elders den with a huff Birchpaw padded over to the pile dragging his tail along the ground grabbing two mice and made his way over to the elders den slipping in.
“Hello again, Birchpaw.” Petalpelt meowed. “How kind of you to bring us prey.”
“No problem.” Birchpaw meowed dryly placing the mice down. “Guess I am only good for gathering herbs and delivering prey.” Birchpaw noticed Reedstripe shoot him a glare.
“Well, sorry you have deal with us.” Reedstripe rasped. “There’s always one apprentice who thinks they’re too good bring us prey.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Birchpaw sighed. “I feel like I’m getting punish for something, I mean every other apprentice is hunting, checking the borders even battle training. Do you know why Kestrelstar would do this?” He asked hoping the elders could give him some advice.
“No idea.” Sparrowspots meowed. “Don’t think how it as punishment, you’ll know when your being punish for something.”
“That when you brake a rule and come here to remove any ticks we have.” Hazelfleck added.
“Perhaps Kestrelstar is teaching you a lesson and she wants you to figure it out on your own.” Petalpelt took a bite of the mouse chewing and swallowing as she pushed it over to Sparrowspots. “Some mentors like to teach their apprentice different things that will make them a better warrior. Kestrelstar knows what she’s doing.”
Birchpaw brushed his tail along ground sighing dipping his head to the four elders. “Thank you. I didn’t mean to offered you all before.”
“Make it up to use by catching a plump mouse or squirrel.” Hazelfleck purred.
“Sure.” Birchpaw nodded padding out the den making his way back over to Kestrelstar sitting at the base of Stonehedge with Newtshine. “All done with feeding the elders.”
“Great.” Kestrelstar mewed getting to her paws. “You next task is to go on patrol with me.”
“Okay. Where are we going?” Birchpaw asked perking up.
“To Marshclan’s border.” Newtshine answered. “We caught signs of their patrols and if we’re quick enough we can catch one and ask for Stormstar.”
Birchpaw felt his pelt twitch with excitement, he never met the Marshclan warriors up close or at least while not hiding in a bush. He was going to meet another clan for the first time as an Oakclan apprentice but given they were attacked last time he wondered if another battle would happen again. Birchpaw noticed Dapplebreeze, Lionshade, and Brackenthroat make their way over to them guessing they were joining them on the patrol and caught Brackenthroat glaring at him.
“Are you seriously letting him come along on this patrol?” The dark tortoiseshell she-cat growled. “We don’t want to make Marshclan think we are becoming weak by letting rogues join us.”
“Yes, Brackenthroat.” Kestrelstar meowed. “He is my apprentice and I want him to come along, it is part of his training as an apprentice.” Kestrelstar made her way to the bramble tunnel with the patrol behind her as she lead the way through the forest toward the clearing. Birchpaw padded alongside Lionshade keeping pace with the older tom feeling his paws arch with every step. Broken pine came into view and Birchpaw glance up at the towing tree hearing a faint creaking noise coming from the tree a nudge from Lionshade bought his attention back to the patrol.
“Make sure you stay close.” The dark black tom meowed. “If a battle breaks out, I want you to run back to camp and get help. Understand?”
“Okay.” Birchpaw nodded. “But I can fight if it comes to it.” He meowed flexing his claws lashing his tail. “No. Listen to your senior warriors.” Lionshade huffed. “There’s no shame running from battle to get help when your clanmates need you.”
Birchpaw sighed as they padded into the clearing, the shadowy forest that Marshclan called home stood in front of them. Birchpaw narrowed his eyes trying to catch any moment but saw nothing only hearing rustling coming from the bushes, he noticed the warriors beside him steady themselves as a patrol slide out of the undergrowth.
“If your hear to seeking revenge for our attack.” The lead grey and white tom growled. “You need more than three warriors and an apprentice to scare us, Kestrelstar.”
“We are here to talk about the attack, Snaildust.” Kestrelstar rasped. “I wish to speak to Stormstar.” Birchpaw felt tense watching the Marshclan warriors glance at each other, he wondered if Snaildust would give the signal for his patrol to attack even through Kestrelstar came here with peaceful intentions.
“Stormstar isn’t available to speak with anyone.” Snaildust huffed jerking his head. “We made are intentions clear that day, we will be pushing the border to the clearings edge.”
“Attacking my patrol was not the way to do that.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Stormstar could’ve came to me and we could’ve discuss it.”
“It neutral territory!” Growled a black and white tom. “We don’t need Oakclan’s permission to change our borders!”
Lionshade returned the tom’s anger with a snarl taking a step closer to Kestrelstar. “Too many warriors were lost battling over this clearing, Shadefur! We both know either of us need it for our clans!”
Birchpaw could hear the rumbling growls coming from the warriors around him ready for a Marshclan warrior to make any movement, Lionshade would scald him and tell him to return to camp for help but he could claw at least one warrior before leaving.
Kestrelstar flickered her tail asking for her warriors to calm down. “I only came here hoping to speak with Stormstar.” Kestrelstar sighed. “If he’s not free to speak now than when?”
“At the next gathering.” Snaildust answered. “You can ask our leader any questions there, in fact he wants to speak with the other leaders there anyway.”
“Alright.” Kestrelstar nodded, “I will speak with Stormstar then but let it be known Snaildust.” Birchpaw noticed Kestrelstar calm eyes held a dark glare behind them. “If any of your patrols cross the border my patrols will not hesitate to attack you.”
“Likewise.” Snaildust snarled flicking his tail for his patrol to follow him back into Marshclan’s forest. Without another word, Birchpaw followed the patrol back to camp padding beside Dapplebreeze taking a glance over his shoulder at the clearing behind them, he had hope he could show his battle moves off against Marshclan but he was glad a fight didn’t happen. Once back at camp, Birchpaw noticed Newtshine coming over to them with Thistleleaf and Mottleblaze.
“Any luck?” Newtshine asked.
“Stormstar isn’t available right now.” Lionshade rasped.
“Not available?” Mottleblaze growled. “He has his patrol attack us now he hides in camp like a fox heart!”
“I will speak to him at the next gathering.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Remind all patrols if Marshclan comes over the border they are to attack them. I will not allow are borders to go unprotected.”
“I hope Stormstar won’t be foolish to fight over the clearing.” Thistleleaf rasped. “We don’t need to shed blood over it again, surely we can reach a peaceful agreement again.”
“Peace is over!” Mottleblaze snarled. “Just like Toadstar we let our guard down and he attacked when we didn’t expected it. I’ll say it again we need to lead an attack on their camp, that will teach them fox hearts!”
“Maybe he’s expecting that.” Birchpaw turned his attention to Dapplebreeze soft voice. “Stormstar may be the youngest leader among the leaders but he’s known for his battle strategies and skills. I say we wait.” She meowed.
“Waiting.” Brackenthroat huffed rolling her eyes. “We wait too long they will take advantage of us and seek to take more territory. We should attack when they least expect it."
Birchpaw wasn’t surprised to hear Brackenthroat taking Mottleblaze side about attacking Marshclan, would the dark ginger tom try other warriors in the clan to take his side and convince Kestrelstar to lead an attack on Marshclan. He turned to Kestrelstar seeing her calm expression wondering what the black and white speckled she cat was thinking.
“What do you think, Birchpaw.” Kestrelstar asked and the warriors turned to stare at Birchpaw.
Birchpaw felt nervous under the watchful eyes of the warriors looking at him, surely Kestrelstar was seriously asking him for his opinion, he was just an apprentice and new to the clan. He figured one wrong word and some cats in the clan would hold it against him.
“Well…” Birchpaw looked down at his paws searching for the right words to say. “I think we defend the border with caution, they will be lying in wait for us to strike after the first attack.” Birchpaw glanced up at Kestrelstar. “If an agreement can be made again with Stormstar I say we try to reach it, if not then the clan should be ready for any attack.” Birchpaw glanced at the warriors around him wondering if they would find any value in his words after all they were older and had more experience compared to him.
“I think that should settle it.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Newtshine, make sure Marshclan is aware of our presence at the border, attack only if they cross it.” Newtshine nodded. “I want at least two warriors guarding the tunnel in case Stormstar decides to lead a patrol to attack the camp.” She turned to Thistleleaf and the other mentors. “Make sure you’re apprentice are ready for battle; we might not know when they will attack but everyone should be ready to defend themselves.” Kestrelstar flicked her tail to dismiss her warriors and Birchpaw wondered if he should return to the apprentice den. “Just a moment, Birchpaw.”
“Yes, Kestrelstar?” Birchpaw wondered if Kestrelstar had more task for him to do.
“I bet you’re wondering why I had you do those tasks today.” Kestrelstar meowed leading him over to her den.
“Well, yes.” Birchpaw mewed. “I didn’t train with the other apprentices and mentors, kind of felt I was being punished for something.”
“Punished?” Kestrelstar flicked her ears. “I have no reason to punish you, Birchpaw. I figured as our first lesson as mentor and apprentice could be about patience.” Kestrelstar sat down at the entrance of her den.
“Patience?” Birchpaw smirked feeling mouse brain for getting worked up over something simple. “I have plenty of that, I have keep up with Lilypaw after all.”
“That may be true but I can see you can be rather hot-headed.” Kestrelstar rasped. “I know many in the clan aren’t welcoming but if you lash out at them, they’re the ones winning not you. You can't allow anger to be the only answered to your problems.”
Birchpaw frowned guessing she meant yesterday with Hailpaw and the other apprentices. “So I should let them poke fun at me or let them rub it in I’m not clan born? If they want to see if I’m warrior enough I gladly show them.” He hissed raking his claws through the dirt.”
“Being hot-headed isn’t a bad thing, it depends how you react in situations.” Kestrelstar mewed. “If you rush into battle without thinking you’ll lose, they want you to react so they have a right to fight you back.” Kestrelstar placed her tail on his shoulder. “I’ve known a few warriors who were hot-headed and it lead them to reaching the goals they wanted. As your mentor, I know you can be a great warrior we just have to work on that temper of yours.”
Birchpaw sighed knowing Kestrelstar meant well and was trying to help him in her own way. He was glad he wasn’t being punished but he wished Kestrelstar told him and his sisters both seemed to have someone to confide in about fitting in the clan with Kestrelstar as his leader and mentor he looked forward to her guidance.
“I think I understand now.” Birchpaw huffed. “With everyone staring me down and watching my every move makes me nervous. I’ll try to not react to the others taunts and teasing, it’s never easy settling somewhere new.”
“I look forward to training with you.” Kestrelstar purred. “Don’t worry about the other apprentices, competition is common in the clan it helps drive our warriors and I trust Blackpaw will not stand by and let them, he’s always finds a way to throw in a joke or two.”
Birchpaw purred at the mention of his friend. “He never fails at that does he. He was excited when we first met and even excited when we first fought. Has he always been so carefree?” Birchpaw scanned the camp for the black and white tom.
“I’m afraid so.” Kestrelstar rumbled with laughter. “From the moment he opened his eyes, Blackpaw has been curious and carefree.” Birchpaw noticed a warm glint in Kestrelstar’s green eyes. “I made Thistleleaf his mentor for a reason, he’s stern and knows how to keep Blackpaw in line.”
Birchpaw sat with Kestrelstar until the sun was setting behind the forest tree line, making his way to the apprentice den he noticed Waselfur and Waspsting guarding the bramble tunnel. Birchpaw knew the clan would be ready to defend the camp at any moment and given the warning from Marshclan pushing the border up there would be a battle in the near future. Nearing the apprentices den, he was greeted by Blackpaw and Lilypaw who were huddled up together outside the den.
“Took you long enough.” Blackpaw rasped. “I saw you speaking with Kestrelstar, apprentices don’t usually sat and speak with the clan leader, especially near their den. Even young warriors are rarely invited to her den.” Blackpaw stood up circling Birchpaw. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” Birchpaw mewed. “We just talked; she is my mentor after all.”
“What about you not being at training?” Lilypaw asked. “You missed out on hunting and battle training.”
“Kestrelstar had me helping Embercreek and the elders.” Birchpaw said noticing Blackpaw and Lilypaw glancing at each other. “I didn’t do any wrong, it wasn’t punishment. I got to go on patrol to Marshclan after I finished.”
“Yeah, lucky you.” Blackpaw huffed. “The clan is talking about attacking them or when they are going to attack us for more territory. Everyone is going to be checking over their shoulders waiting for them to jump out.”
Birchpaw shrugged his shoulders. “Kestrelstar wants to avoid a battle if possible, so we just have to wait.” Birchpaw retired to his nest with Blackpaw and Lilypaw for the night. He hoped a battle could be avoid, the clearing was just a strip of land that either clan needed and wondered why Stormstar had decide to fight for the clearing again, curling up in his nest yawning as he drifted off to sleep. Chapter 6Birchpaw dreamt has he slept finding himself at the center of the Island looking around he expected the forest to catch fire again when nothing happened Birchpaw noticed another starry covered cat staring at him.
“Are you from Starclan?” He asked. The only response he got was the cat turning their head to the sky and Birchpaw guessed they wanted him to climb the tree again. Sighing, Birchpaw readied himself to climb the tree and the moment he was about to jump a loud thundering sound rumbled through the sky making Birchpaw jump. He yowled as thunder boomed again and dark storm clouds rolled overhead and bolt of lightning filled the sky.
Birchpaw scanned the clearing for the Starclan cat hoping they would speak with him, thunder rumbled again and the storm clouds casting the forest into darkness and rain showered down soaking Birchpaw as he stumbled to his paws. Panting, Birchpaw whipped around trying to make his way toward the twoleg bridge in hopes of returning the safety of camp and perhaps awaken from this nightmare but stopped as a shadowy cat blocking the bridge.
“What do you want!” Birchpaw yowled flexing his claws as the cat stared back at him with yellow eyes. Birchpaw couldn’t tell if the cat was from Starclan as it's pelt was no longer filled with stars it reminded him of the cat amber eyed from before. Rain continued to pour down as thunder and lightning filled the sky, Birchpaw watched as the shadow cat took a step toward him.
The storm and it's allies will help cast out the darkness. Birchpaw hissed at the shadowy cat stood in front of him with glowing eyes and rain poured down as thunder rumbled overhead and Birchpaw jumped as flesh of light brighten the sky before lightning stuck the ground in front of Birchpaw.
Grasping, Birchpaw jerked awake finding himself back in the apprentice den with most of the nest empty, his pelt ripped as if the lightning had traveled through his body and his ears were ringing with the rumble of thunder. Birchpaw sat up in his nest licking his fur down trying to understand the dream he just had, why would starclan be sending him such visions when he wasn’t a medicine cat apprentice. A shuffling sound made Birchpaw jump and he noticed Darkpaw sitting up in her nest.
“You mew in your sleep a lot.” Darkpaw rasped. “Keep it up and we might have to kick you out the den.”
“Oh, Sorry.” Birchpaw meowed. “Just had a bad dream…” Birchpaw stepped out his nest following Darkpaw out the den narrowing his eyes as the sunlight broke into camp, he realized he had slept in and wonder if Thistleleaf or another warrior was waiting for him.
“Don’t worry about awaking up late.” Darkpaw meowed. “Dawn patrols have already been sent out and we get to relax a little before going on hunting patrols.”
“So, are we supposed to sit around camp and wait for our mentors?” Birchpaw asked.
“Pretty much, we would usually go to the hollow and train but no apprentices are to leave camp without a warrior now.” Darkpaw meowed sitting down with a huff. “Don’t worry something will come up like the queens asking for new bedding.”
Birchpaw nodded sitting down near Darkpaw, the pale grey she-cat was usually seen around Hailpaw and older apprentices so he never bother talking to her since it seemed that she joined in with the teasing that Birchpaw and Lilypaw experienced. Shuffling on his paws he figured it wouldn’t hurt to try talking with her.
“Do you like having Lionshade as your mentor?” He asked.
“He’s not so bad a little imitating at first.” Darkpaw shrugged. “Lionshade is one of the best warriors in the forest so I am glad to be trained by him.”
“One of the best.” Birchpaw repeated. “Who are the others? Have you meet them during gatherings?”
“Some of them are our clanmates.” Darkpaw meowed. “Mottleblaze and Thistleleaf are some the warriors you don’t want to meet in battle. In Floodclan there are two warriors called Leopardshine and Troutclaw if we ever battle them at flat rocks those two would be trouble.”
Birchpaw shuffled on his paws listing closely to Darkpaw, one day he would meet the other clans probably at gatherings or in battle this would be a good way of finding out what kind of cats that lived in the other clans.
“In Basinclan most of the warriors are young and the older ones are close to retiring to the elders’ den.” Darkpaw rasped. “But Basinclan isn’t a clan we worry about much they spend their days chasing rabbits and basking in the sun.” Birchpaw noticed Darkpaw’s whiskers twitch in amusement and imaged the long-legged wiry warriors chasing rabbits.
“Marshclan has many warriors you don’t want to meet in battle. Beside Stormstar, there are senior warriors that have been warrior long before many in the clans were born.” Darkpaw gave her shoulder a quick lick.
“So why aren’t those warriors’ leader or deputy?” Birchpaw asked. “The best ones leading the clans would make everyone think twice about attacking.”
“Not every warrior would make a good leader or deputy.” Darkpaw meowed. “Look at Newtshine, he’s younger then Lionshade but the same age as Mottleblaze but Kestrelstar made him deputy after Mintspeck died in battle because she knew what kind a leader the clan would need one day. It’s different for every leader who they choose for deputy.”
“I heard that Stormstar is known for his battle strategies and skills, is that why he was made deputy before becoming leader.” Birchpaw wondered how the tom was face to face.
“I was a kit in the nursey hearing all the stories about Marshclan but the leader before him, Toadstar was mentioned by the elders a lot. He was leader for many moons and lead Marshclan through a lot.” Darkpaw huffed. “He went to battle with anything that moved, it was the last battle over the clearing that put a stop to that.”
“What happened? Did he die in battle?” Birchpaw chirped amused like a kit hearing their first story in the nursey.
“You have to ask the elders for the full story but at this point everyone knows that Toadstar just passed away in his sleep maybe he died from his wounds after a battle and Marshclan doesn’t want to seem weak.” Darkpaw meowed turning to him. “Never trust a Marshclan cat, they moved in the shadows and strike like snakes hiding under rocks.”
Birchpaw started to ask another question when moment out the warrior’s den caught his attention and Lionshade was making his way over to them.
“Good to see you two awake.” Lionshade rasped. “We decided to give you apprentices a break but don’t let it go to your head, rest is important for warriors but we can’t allow it to make us soft. Understand?” Birchpaw and Darkpaw nodded sitting up straight as the dark tom continued. “Today we will do hunting and battle practice, since Birchpaw missed out join us before. Darkpaw make sure to lead a paw to him today, there’s no shame helping new or younger clanmates.”
“Will anyone else be joining us?” Birchpaw asked following Lionshade out the camp with Darkpaw.
“Mottleblaze is training Cloudpaw there already.” Lionshade meowed. “It’s time for him to get back to normal training and battle practice is a good way to wake up muscles.” The trio made their way toward the sandy hollow that sat under the forest they called home and as they neared the hollow, Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze sitting on the rock in the center and Cloudpaw crouched down trembling.
“That was sloppy.” Mottleblaze growled. “No wonder you were wounded in battle against those fox-hearts. Get up and do it again!”
Birchpaw flinched watching Cloudpaw stumbled to his paws couldn’t the wiry dark ginger tom see his apprentice was close to passing out.
“Morning Mottleblaze.” Lionshade meowed grabbing their attention. “I figure we could join you two and perhaps help Cloudpaw with his training.”
“Only a miracle from Starclan would help Cloudpaw.” Mottleblaze rolled his eyes jumping off the rock and Cloudpaw hung his head to avoid his glaze.
“The battle moves practice today are simple but useful in battle, a warrior’s training can insure survival for them one day.” Lionshade meowed beckon Darkpaw over to join him in the center of the hollow. “A front paw strike or blow is effective way to get your opponent to back away.” Darkpaw lunged at Lionshade extending her paw forward at her mentor and swiping at his muzzle connecting with soft blows.
“This is just battle practice so make sure your claws are sheathed. We don’t want to send anyone to the medicine cat den by accident so you three will take turns practicing this technique.” Lionshade leap onto the boulder in the center leaving to the apprentices to practice. Mottleblaze huffed moving to the edge of the hollow to watch them and keep lookout.
“So, who should go first?” Birchpaw asked turning to Darkpaw and Cloudpaw.
“We can go first and give Cloudpaw a break.” Darkpaw meowed beckoning Birchpaw over to her. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you because you’re new.” Darkpaw smirked. Birchpaw smirked lunging at Darkpaw swiping at her with his paws making a few connecting blows. Darkpaw hissed at him playfully and lunged forward delivering her own blows back at him in a fury.
“Claws sheath?” Birchpaw shock his head. “I’ll go deaf before your claws slice me.” Birchpaw purred remembering his fight with Blackpaw even his strikes had enough force behind them that made his ears ring. Darkpaw purred back as they continued with their training and after a while they switched partners, Birchpaw watched as Cloudpaw slowly make his way to the center of the hollow.
“It’s just practice, Cloudpaw.” Birchpaw meowed trying to calm the white tom. “I lunge then you dodge and you lunge then I dodge, we hit each other maybe and claws are sheath so no one will get hurt.”
Cloudpaw gave him a slight nodded and Birchpaw glanced over at Darkpaw who shrugged. Birchpaw sighed before bounding forward and lunged at Cloudpaw who was quick to flinch but didn’t move to avoid Birchpaws' blow after one swipe to his head Cloudpaw fell to the ground causing Lionshade and Mottleblaze to jump from their paws and come over to them.
“I didn’t hit him that hard.” Birchpaw meowed backing away. “I thought he was ready.”
“Even a kit could’ve dodge that.” Mottleblaze growled. “Do you have bees in your brains!” Birchpaw noticed Cloudpaw tremble at the sound of Mottleblaze’s yowl.
Lionshade gave Cloudpaw a sniffed and pushed the young tom to his paws. “I think we should call battle training short today. Mottleblaze, why don’t you and Cloudpaw head back to camp, I believe Newtshine wants a border patrol sent to Flat rocks today.” He pointed to Birchpaw and Darkpaw. “We’ll hunt quickly before returning back to camp.”
Birchpaw watched as Cloudpaw followed after Mottleblaze back to camp his tail dragging along the ground behind him. Birchpaw felt bad for Cloudpaw he didn’t mean to hit him that hard or cause trouble for him with Mottleblaze once back at camp he would apologize to Cloudpaw.
“Don’t worry about Cloudpaw.” Darkpaw gave Birchpaw a nudge. “He’s always been fickle like a newborn kit and jumpy around almost anything.”
“I didn’t mean to scare him like that.” Birchpaw sighed. “I thought he was ready honestly.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Darkpaw meowed as they padded after Lionshade to hunt. “Everyone knows Cloudpaw is easy frightened and not a good fighter.”
“Why did Kestrelstar make him Mottleblaze’s apprentice?” Birchpaw asked. “He’s clearly frightened by him.”
“Kestrelstar wants Cloudpaw to be his best one day.” Lionshade answered. “Mottleblaze is a good warrior, brave and fierce while Cloudpaw is timid and skittish. A warrior like Mottleblaze help apprentices that need an extra push.” Lionshade meowed turning to them. “You two hunt together while I go along. Yes, I know apprentices aren’t supposed to be along but I won’t be far away so if there’s trouble yowl for help.”
Birchpaw and Darkpaw nodded as Lionshade slipped into the undergrowth to hunt.
“Standing here wont feed any bellies.” Darkpaw meowed. “Hunt now and worry about Cloudpaw another time.”
“Right. So where should we hunt?” Birchpaw asked. “As the older apprentice I’ve to listen to your guidance.” He meowed playfully.
Darkpaw swiped at Birchpaw’s ears and he ducked. “I don’t want to hold your paw while hunting, just don’t make a mistake by crossing a border or hurting yourself. Let’s just hunt.” Birchpaw nodded following after Darkpaw to hunt.
Birchpaw tasted the air catching scent of mouse and stalked along looking for the rodent. He and Darkpaw managed to both catch a robin and vole together, Birchpaw was glad he decided to talk to her it was wrong for him to assume she would treat him the way Hailpaw and the others did. As Birchpaw stalk forward seeing the mouse at the base of a tree getting ready to pounce when another scent filled his nose, a scent he wasn’t familiar with. Intruder. Backing away Birchpaw padded over to Darkpaw who frowned at him as the squirrel she was stalking raced up a nearby tree.
“Any reason for you to stomp through the forest scaring prey away.” Darkpaw hissed.
“Sorry but I smell another cat nearby.” Birchpaw whispered. “What should we do?”
Darkpaw paused for a moment looking around. “Lionshade might be nearby watching us. We should run back to camp and get help.”
“Should we get a look at the intruder so the clan knows who to look out for?” Birchpaw asked.
“Let’s be quick.” Darkpaw nodded. “If they smell us then run back to camp quickly, they might attack us to make sure we keep quiet.” Birchpaw nodded leading Darkpaw back to the area where he smelt the other cat, they stopped under a nettle bush hearing a rustling sound. Stepping out the bushes into the small clearing in front of them was a light brown tabby she-cat.
Darkpaw shifted closer to Birchpaw dropping her voice to a whisper.
“That’s Applesun, a Marshclan senior warrior.” She mewed. “Why would she be this far into our territory?”
“Beside the fact that Marshclan attacked us for the clearing.” Birchpaw huffed. “She probably scouting for patrols.”
Another rustling sound came from the bushes as two more cats stepped out, one brown tabby tom and a silver tabby she-cat. Birchpaw noticed that both of the newcomers were thinner then Applesun and the tom’s muzzle had hints of white.
“Are they senior warriors?” He asked.
“No, I think they are elders.” Darkpaw meowed narrowing her eyes. “Yeah, Thawstripe and Lochstream. Why are two elders and a senior warrior crossing into our border?” Birchpaw shrugged as Thawstripe sat down with a huff.
“Let’s take a break.” Thawstripe meowed. “I haven’t walked this far in moons, even going to the gathering doesn’t hurt my paws.”
“We can’t stop here, Thawstripe.” Applesun hissed. “We are in Oakclan territory. Do you think they will allow us to rest on their territory just because your paws hurt?”
“Kestrelstar is a reasonable leader.” Thawstripe huffed. “Maybe if we ask, she’ll be understanding about us resting. You young warriors think it’s all about ripping out fur and spilling blood for territory.”
“I’m not a young mouse brain warrior.” Applesun rolled her eyes lashing her tail though the air. “We need to go before a patrol comes,” She turned around sniffing the air. “We should’ve passed through Basinclan and Floodclan.”
“Hills and water aren’t good for elder bones.” Lochstream meowed nudging Thawstripe to his paws. “Come on just a little farther and we’ll have a nice nest waiting for us.” With a huff, Thawstripe stood up padding alongside Lochstream as Applesun lead them deeper into the forest.
Birchpaw glanced at Darkpaw wondering what they should do. “Should we follow them? We can see where they are going then tell the clan.” Birchpaw noticed Darkpaw give him an uneasy look and shrugged.
“I don’t know.” She mewed. “They might attack us and we’re not ready to fight a senior warrior.”
Birchpaw stepped out the bush they were under gesturing toward the way the three cats went. “A senior warrior and two elders. Come on, you were born in this forest so you’ll know how to escape them.” Giving a nodded Darkpaw and Birchpaw followed after the Marshclan cats as they made their way toward Flat rocks.
“See the clan would like to learn why they’re going toward Flat rocks.” Birchpaw meowed trying to reassure Darkpaw and touched his tail to her shoulder. “If there’s trouble race back to camp and I’ll hold them off.”
“Don’t be mouse-brain.” Darkpaw scoffed. “You couldn’t fight three cats alone even if they are a senior warrior and two elders besides, I can’t leave a clanmate behind anyway.” Birchpaw purred at Darkpaw noticing that Applesun and the elders come to another stop. He and Darkpaw slipped under a bush to listen to them as Applesun tasted the air.
“We’re being followed.” She hissed. “I knew we should’ve crossed through Basinclan and Floodclan. I hope you two remember your warrior training after all these moons.” Applesun turned toward the direction that Birchpaw and Darkpaw was hiding under and Birchpaw wondered if she could see them.
Hearing a rustling sound snapped Applesun attention away from them and she turned around snarling as the rustling grew louder and the sound of paw steps came closer. Birchpaw tasted the air smelling the scent of a patrol, a Oakclan patrol. Just then a patrol lead by Kestrelstar pushed their way through the undergrowth, the patrol included Lionshade, Mottleblaze, Weaselfur, Brackenthroat, and Smokepoppy.
“A little far from Marshclan aren’t you Applesun?” Kestrelstar asked waving her tail for her warriors to surround them. “I knew Marshclan was bold but this bold to cross the border after our warning is different.” Kestrelstar narrowed her eyes at the she-cat.
“You know elders get confused easily in their age as moons pass by.” Applesun snarled. “I was trying to take these two back to camp after they wondered away.”
“Your camp is the other direction last I checked.” Mottleblaze growled taking a step toward them. “They’re probably spying on us for another attack.”
“No one is here to spy!” Applesun hissed. “Would you really attack elders for crossing the border on accident?”
“If Marshclan can’t control their elders imagine their warriors and apprentices.” Brackenthroat scoffed. “We can send you back over the border with a reminder to never cross again.”
Birchpaw and Darkpaw stepped out the bushes to join their clanmates. Lionshade gestured at them. “Even our apprentices where able to follow you maybe you should retire to elders den sooner than later Applesun.”
“I’ll retire when my clan no longer needs me.” Applesun snarled then turned to Kestrelstar. “We are not a battle patrol or here to spy.” She sighed. “We are no longer members of Marshclan.”
Birchpaw saw stun looks on the warriors faces as Applesun said they were no longer members of Marshclan, why would they leave their clan so soon after they attack Oakclan over the clearing.
“That surprising to hear Applesun.” Kestrelstar mewed before taking a pause. “We will take you back to our camp…” Mottleblaze was about to speak up but Kestrelstar silenced him with her tail. “As prisoners. I’m sure you understand we cannot overlook you crossing the border.” Applesun nodded taking Thawstripe side as the patrol lead them back toward camp. Birchpaw turned to Lionshade coming over to them.
“Well done.” Lionshade rasped. “Through I had hope you two returned to camp but we would’ve lost them before we arrived. We found them by follow you.” Birchpaw felt pride swell inside of him and noticed Darkpaw shuffling on her paws probably embarrassed hearing her mentor’s praise. “Come long now.” Lionshade meowed leading them to join the patrol. “Kestrelstar will probably want to know if you overhead them talking.”
Once back at camp the patrol was greeted by the clan many staring wide eyed at the Marshclan cats, some there guarding the dens fur bristling waiting for the cats to make one wrong move. Newtshine and Thistleleaf crossed the clearing gesturing toward Applesun and the elders.
“Has Marshclan gotten so bold to cross this far into our territory.” Newtshine growled. “Are we allowing them to stay here?”
“As prisoners.” Kestrelstar meowed turning to Applesun. “You will be kept near the elders’ den for now. I will have Spotteddust and Embercreek come check Lochstream and Thawstripe for any injures. When you are settled in, we will talk and don’t mistake this kindness as weakness, my warriors will protect the clan as they see fit.”
Applesun nodded following after her clanmates as Waselfur and Smokepoppy lead them to the elders’ den where they were greeted by Sparrowspots and Reedstripe. Kestrelstar turned to Birchpaw and Darkpaw. “Did you smell another Marshclan cats?”
“Just them.” Birchpaw answered. “One of the elders was complaining about their paws hunting.”
“They’re very far from their camp.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Why are they here?”
“Applesun said they are no longer members of Marshclan.” Kestrelstar rasped.
“No longer members of Marshclan?” Newtshine repeated. “Has Stormstar gone mad kicking out one of his senior warriors and two elders?”
“That what I would like to know.” Kestrelstar meowed before padding across the clearing and leaped onto Stonehedge yowling for the clan to gather. As cats appear from the dens and gathered in the middle of the clearing looking up at their leader, Birchpaw noticed Blackpaw and Lilypaw make their way over to him and Darkpaw.
“Are you two, okay?” Blackpaw asked. “Lionshade busted into camp talking about you and Marshclan warriors. Did you fight them?”
“It was a senior warrior and two elders.” Darkpaw rasped nudging Birchpaw. “It was his idea to follow them. We should’ve raced back to camp for help.”
“But you heard Lionshade, Darkpaw.” Birchpaw meowed. “he said without us the patrol would’ve never found them. I told you everything would be fine.”
“You should’ve come back.” Lilypaw said. “What if more Marshclan warriors showed up? Even you can fight such experience warriors, Birchpaw.”
A hiss from Brightbreeze put a stop to the apprentices’ talking as she gestured toward Kestrelstar sitting on Stonehedge waiting to address the clan. “Today two apprentices, Birchpaw and Darkpaw, found a small group of Marshclan cats and followed them until a patrol could come and challenge them for being on our territory.” Birchpaw noticed some of his clanmates turned to him and Darkpaw giving them quick praise before turning back to Kestrelstar.
“I’ve decided to take them prisoners until I speak with Stormstar at the upcoming gathering.” Kestrelstar pointed to Applesun and the elders. “Although they are prisoners, I will not see any harm come to them while they are here. Thawstripe and Lochstream are both elders that have retire from protecting their clan and Applesun is still a respected senior warrior. We will treat them as such.” A few mumbles rose from gathered cats only to be silenced by Kestrelstar with a wave of her tail.
“Another patrol also discovered scent of rogues near the border at west of Flat Rocks.” Kestrelstar continued. “I want everyone to watch out for each other. Kits, queens, and elders are to stay in camp. Patrols will rotate marking the borders to make sure that others know that our presence at the borders is strong and we will defend them. I’ll speak with Newtshine and my senior warriors alone now in my den.” Kestrelstar waved her tail dismissing the clan leaping down from stonehedge heading toward her den with Newtshine and the senior warriors.
“More border patrols.” Blackpaw huffed. “My paws will be raw before I go hunting. Maybe we do need to attack Marshclan to get them to lay off.”
“Border patrols aren’t so bad,” Lilypaw meowed. “I see a different part of forest everytime and Icebright lets me hunt afterwards.”
“Lilypaw, your new here.” Blackpaw rasped. “I was born in this forest and it’s the only thing I’ve seen since opening my eyes, there’s nothing new or different here. Maybe Thistleleaf will let me hunt tomorrow after making me bound around the forest until my head is spinning.” Blackpaw gestured toward the fresh kill pile. “We should get something to eat, patrolling of an empty is no fun either.”
Birchpaw got up to follow Blackpaw and Lilypaw when he remembered Darkpaw beside him. “Care to join us? I just realized we didn’t bring back our prey maybe we can grab it tomorrow.”
Darkpaw took a glance around the clearing before getting to her paws. “Sure, why not.” Birchpaw followed her to the fresh kill pile grabbing a mouse while Darkpaw grabbed a vole, they padded over to join Blackpaw and Lilypaw. “Don’t make it a habit of following enemies or you’ll fine yourself in tough situations. I wont be there to save you.” Darkpaw meowed as they settled down.
“Save me?” Birchpaw scoffed. “I don’t need saving from anyone and if I recall correctly you wanted to run back to camp.”
“I didn’t want to run.” Darkpaw huffed. “Scouting and delving messages to the clan is an apprentice job, an important job.”
“Such an important job.” Birchpaw purred taking bites of his mouse and swallowed before continuing. “Be honest, it was fun following them.”
Darkpaw took another bite of her vole trying to avoid his glaze. “Yeah, it was.” She meowed with bright eyes.
After finishing their meals, the apprentices started returning to their nest for the night. Birchpaw stretched out his legs before noticing Embercreek near the elders’ den with the Marshclan elders. Applesun was nearby as Specklefur and Brightbreeze were keeping guard. Birchpaw wondered what would cause the three cats to leave their clan that they called home for moons, many spoke highly of Stormstar but now that was changing and Birchpaw recalled his dream. Was Stormstar destroying his clan from the inside and would Applesun be willing to help to stop her former leader. Birchpaw pulled himself into the den climbing into his nest to sleep.
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Post by Taiyou on Mar 6, 2021 11:18:28 GMT -5
Chapter 7
A few days had past since Birchpaw and Darkpaw found Applesun and two elders of Marshclan. Birchpaw was greeted by a light shower of rain as he pulled himself out the apprentice den. Shaking out his pelt free of rain as he padded over to the corner of the camp for shelter, he scanned the camp noticing two warriors guard the camp. With news of rogues around the border and Marshclan come closer to the border, the clan was on edge wondering when another attack would come and who would be behind it. A day ago, patrol was sent to Flat Rocks where a Floodclan patrol greeted them on the other side stating they also caught scent of rogues on their borders and tension seemed to be raising with the clan.
“Morning, Birchpaw.” A soft mew broke his thoughts and Birchpaw looked up to see Embercreek.
“Oh, morning.” Birchpaw meowed shifting over to allow Embercreek to sit beside him.
“Hopefully, a storm doesn’t follow this rain. Rain makes slippery paws which can lead to injures.” Embercreek meowed. “Make sure to stay dry, we don’t want anyone getting sick either.”
“Sure, but I don’t mind getting wet like others.” Birchpaw meowed gesturing toward the Elders den and nursey. “Are the dens going to stay dry enough.”
“Well as an apprentice it is your job to help repair any damaged dens.” Embercreek purred. “Although if you want to avoid training you can help me gather herbs again. Thanks for coming with me that day.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make anyone to think I’m getting special treatment.” Birchpaw scoffed. “Maybe I can ask to join you gathering herbs it gets me any from glaring eyes like Mottleblaze and Flintpaw.” Birchpaw chirped with laughter feeling their pelts push against each other. Birchpaw noticed Kestrelstar making her way over to them from her den.
“Morning you two. Birchpaw well done yesterday with Marshclan, I will be talking with Applesun today. Do you recall hearing them talk about anything else?”
“Nope. Nothing about Marshclan, but while Thawstripe was complaining about his paws Applesun said they should’ve crossed through Basinclan and Floodclan.” Birchpaw meowed. “Why would they leave their home all of sudden?”
“That is the important question.” Embercreek rasped. “Something terrible must be happening in Marshclan for them to leave but wouldn’t really explain why they attack us for the clearing.”
“Well, we won’t find the answers sitting around camp.” Kestrelstar meowed pointing her tail over to the entrance where Thistleleaf, Smokepoppy, Blackpaw and Cloudpaw were waiting.
“Right, I better get going.” Birchpaw nodded to Kestrelstar and Embercreek before padding across the clearing to join his patrol.
“Nice of you to join us, Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Let’s hurry along before we get anymore wet then we have to be.” He led the patrol out of camp.
“Ugh, I hate the rain.” Blackpaw sighed. “Everything is wet and everyone gets annoyed by the rain and start yelling.”
Birchpaw gave him a questionable look. “Are you sure they didn’t yell at you for playing in the rain and getting them wet.”
“I was trying to brighten the mood.” Blackpaw smirked nudging him. “No one is fun when it rains.”
Birchpaw rumbled with laughter before glance over his shoulder seeing Cloudpaw trailing behind them. “Keep up, Cloudpaw. You don’t want to get separated from the patrol in this weather.”
“Yea…” Cloudpaw caught up to him and Blackpaw but Cloudpaw was still looking down at his paws as they walked.
“Are you okay?” Birchpaw asked. “Maybe you should stop by the medicine cat den when we get back.”
“He’s been in the medicine cat den so much maybe he should move his nest in there.” Blackpaw teased and Birchpaw shoot him a glare.
“I’m fine.” Cloudpaw huffed. “I just want to get back to my nest and sleep.”
“Sleep? Cloudpaw you’re usually mewing in your sleep or trembling and looking over your shoulder as if someone is going to attack you.” Blackpaw meowed. “Mottleblaze is off patrolling the Flat rocks no need to be scared.”
Cloudpaw eyes flashed with worry and he shook his head. “No. I’m fine really.” He sighed. “Just tired, we been doing nothing but patrolling.” Cloudpaw’s voice was becoming tense and Birchpaw pushed himself between them.
“Okay. We’re just worried about you.” Birchpaw meowed. “If you need to talk to anyone, me and Blackpaw will be happy to listen.” The patrol head south of the clearing toward the twoleg dens.
“Marshclan hasn’t come down this far but we’re still going to mark.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Rogues and loners might decide to cross over from the twolegs den since its between our border with Marshclan. Call out if you find anything.” Thistleleaf started marking the border with Smokepoppy.
“We can mark the border together.” Birchpaw meowed. “How about you keep watch Cloudpaw? You must have good eyesight for spotting trouble.”
Cloudpaw nodded marking the bush he was by before moving along taking a moment to look around and taste the air. Blackpaw marked a tree and turned to Birchpaw after he finished.
“He’ll keep lookout for sure. Cloudpaw will yowl at the first sight of danger.” He meowed.
“That’s not nice, Blackpaw.” Birchpaw splat. “He’s trying to be brave.”
“I am being nice.” Blackpaw meowed. “Look we grew up in the nursey together, he was scared of a leaf and after his mother passed, Cloudpaw has been…well Cloudpaw. He can try all he wants and get yelled at by Mottleblaze but he would’ve been better as a medicine cat apprentice.”
Birchpaw watched his black and white friend padded off to mark the border and sighed. Maybe he was right, but Cloudpaw would probably like some friends to talk with after dealing with Mottleblaze. He traveled along the border kicking a pine cone aside when he caught scent of a familiar scent and saw movement ahead. Padding over to the rustling bushes, the scent grew stronger as Birchpaw saw a flash of silver and a twoleg fence stopped at the edge of the forest, realizing that the fence was the same one that marked Roy’s twoleg den.
“Roy” He called out hoping to see his silver blue friend.
“Birch?” The silver blue tom pulled himself out the undergrowth purring. “I never thought I would see you here. Have you decided to come find a nice twoleg to take you in? You’re looking a little thin.” Roy teased.
“Really funny. I’m a member of Oakclan, one of the groups of cats that make the forest their home, so living in the forest isn’t so bad.” Birchpaw huffed puffing out his chest. “My name is Birchpaw now.”
“Birchpaw? That just as ridiculous as most housecat names.” Roy smirked. “Are Lily and Sage with you.”
“Yes, Lily is training with me to become warriors and Sage spend her days safe in the nursey.” Birchpaw meowed. “Why are you outside your fence?”
“Oh, strange cats have been hanging around the twoleg yards and they been keeping us lock inside.” Roy meowed. “I figured if they smelt me more, they would stay away but all this rain probably won't matter.”
“Probably those rogues that the clan smelt the other day.” Birchpaw sighed. “But could also be Marshclan.” Birchpaw noticed Roy giving him a puzzling look. “Marshclan is the clan that lives in the pine forest. Stay away from them, they will attack you for just being near their border.”
“They live in my backyard.” Roy scoffed. “You mention Sage being in a nursey, did she have her kits?” Roy meowed with excitement.
“Not yet, probably in leaf-fall.” Birchpaw meowed.
“Well, you better tell me about them you promised. Maybe you all could visit when they are old enough.” Roy chirped.
“I don’t know if they can visit.” Birchpaw meowed. “The clan has rules about talking to kittypets, I am probably in trouble for talking with you even though no one else is around.”
“Well, I better get going before my twolegs get worried.” Roy meowed leaping onto his fence post. “Be safe out there, Birch.”
“See you around, Roy.” Birchpaw watched Roy leap back into his yard just as Smokepoppy came padding out.
“Were you just talking to a kittypet?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Um…Yes, I was but I found something out about the rogues.” Birchpaw meowed hoping she wouldn’t start yelling at him.
“Better hope Kestrelstar finds your discovery important.” Smokepoppy meowed flicking her tail for him to follow as they joined back up with their patrol as they finished marking the border.
The rain had come to a stop by midday and the sun was shining high in the sky. Once back at camp, Birchpaw noticed two of Lakeshade’s kits playing in a rain puddle only to be herded away by their mother. Smokepoppy wasted no time crossing the clearing to speak to Kestrelstar glance back at Birchpaw and Kestrelstar called him over.
“Good luck.” Blackpaw whispered padding pass him.
Birchpaw watched his friend go and started feeling nervous about talking with Kestrelstar. He felt didn’t do anything wrong but the clan didn’t like the idea of talking with anyone outside the clan, he hopped Kestrelstar would understand. Across the clearing he nodded to Kestrelstar as Smokepoppy left them to talk.
“I hear you spoke with a kittypet today.” Kestrelstar rasped. “You learned about something important, what is this important news?”
Birchpaw wrapped his tail around his paws as he shifted uneasy. “I did. I know this kittypet, his twolegs took us in before we joined the clan, his name is Roy.” Birchpaw meowed. “Roy told me that strange cats have been around his twoleg den, I figure it had to be the rogues that the patrol smelt the other day.” Birchpaw glanced at Kestrelstar trying to read her expression. “If it is the same rogues, they are near the clearing, camp, and Marshclan.”
“That is important to know.” Kestrelstar meowed. “It seems the clearing is causing trouble for the clan again. I remember the last time we fought over it with Toadstar, it didn’t not end well for any clan.” Kestrelstar pointed toward the elders' den. “I tried talking with Applesun and while she claims they are no longer members of Marshclan she wont reveal her clan’s secrets. All she tells me is that Marshclan is no longer the clan she grew up in.”
“It must be tough leaving behind the only home you know for so long.” Birchpaw sighed. “We didn’t stay in one place too long and I met many different cats while traveling, we had good homes and bad ones.”
“Fond memories of those time.” Kestrelstar rasped. “I hope you can create new memories here in the clan, I see you have gotten out of that a shell of yours and made new friends.”
“Strong like a birch tree.” Birchpaw puffed his chest out. “Not everyone is mean and grumpy, we just have to adjust to each other.”
Kestrelstar nodded purring softly. “Glad to hear you say that so while you work on bonding with your clanmates, let’s see if you can handle bonding with the other clans.”
Birchpaw gave Kestrelstar a puzzling look wondering what she meant. “Um…How I am suppose to do that?”
“At the gathering of course.” Kestrelstar meowed and Birchpaw blinked surprised. “At gatherings the clans share news even at bad times, the clans try to appear strong and talking with the other warriors, apprentices, and elders can help learn something about the clan. But remember you must be loyal to Oakclan, no warrior would never share their clan secrets with anyone.”
Birchpaw felt his body tangle with excitement, he was going to attend his first gathering and meet the other clans in person, he couldn’t wait for nightfall to come. “I understand Kestrelstar. No secrets, listen don’t talk too much.”
“I will be announcing to the clan who will be coming to the gathering.” Kestrelstar meowed waving her tail to dismiss him. “Don’t tell the other apprentice yet.”
Birchpaw nodded padding off to join Blackpaw and the others settled down in a corner of the camp. Hawksplash and Sage were sharing a mouse as he approached them.
“I don’t understand how you can be so happy after talking with Kestrelstar.” Blackpaw rasped. “She’s my mother and I get nervous when talking with her.”
“Well, Kestrelstar was just thanking me for finding out more about the rogues.” Birchpaw huffed. “I’m good a finding thing out you know.”
“You talked to a kittypet, you can’t belief a word out their mouths.” Blackpaw hissed.
“Kittypet?” Sage swallowed her bite of mouse. “Who did you speak to?”
“I spoke with Roy.” Birchpaw mewed. “He asked about you two and wishes you well.” Birchpaw pointed Lilypaw and Sage.
“Aw, it good to hear from him again.” Lilypaw meowed. “Too bad we cant really visit him.”
“Roy?” Hawksplash asked flicking his tail to the side.
“His twolegs gave us shelter before we joined the clan. He shouldn’t be outside his yard if rogues are roaming around.” Sage meowed.
“I told him that and his twolegs are keeping him inside more. He also wants to meet your kits one day but I told him visiting wont be easy.” Birchpaw added.
“Maybe one day, right?” Sage asked turning to Hawksplash. “It wont do any harm.”
“The clan rejects the soft life of kittypets.” Hawksplash huffed. “It can be dangerous around twoleg dens so he’ll have to wait. Beside soon enough you want be able to leave the camp.”
“Are you saying I’m better being struck in the nursery all day?” Sage shot him a glare. “It’s bad enough I can visit Flat Rocks anymore.” Sage playfully swiped her paw over Hawksplash’s ears making him duck.
“Of course not.” Hawksplash purred. “I’m just saying you’re needed here more than back at some twoleg nest. I… the clan will keep you and your kits safe.” Hawksplash rasped. Birchpaw was happy to see his family settling nicely in the clan finally maybe he was too quick to judge Hawksplash like Darkpaw, they had cats they could trust to fight alongside them and worry about like family.
Night seemed to fall upon the clan faster than normal, Birchpaw was washing his pelt when Kestrelstar leaped on Stonehedge calling a meeting, his excitement returned just thinking about attending the gathering.
“I’ll be announcing the cats coming with me to the gathering tonight.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Don’t be disappointed if I don’t pick you if you aren’t chosen it’s because I want to make sure the camp is well guard.” Cat shifted and mumbled ready to hear who was going to the gathering. “Please join Newtshine and Embercreek when I call your name. The warriors coming along will be Thistleleaf, Mottleblaze, Icebright, Dapplebreeze, Waselfur, and Smokepoppy. Sparrowspots will be joining also.”
Birchpaw watched as the warriors and elder moved to join Newtshine and Embercreek off to the side of the gathering cats. He was waiting for Kestrelstar to announce the apprentices next. “We can’t take every apprentice but remember there are more gatherings for you all to attend. For the apprentice, I will be taking Mudpaw, Darkpaw, Blackpaw…” Blackpaw let out a meow of joy hearing his name called and many shot him a glare before Kestrelstar continued. “Birchpaw and Lilypaw. I will be leaving Lionshade and Hawksplash in charge while we are gone.” Kestrelstar meowed leaping down to join the group for the gathering.
“Our first gathering!” Lilypaw chirped turning to Birchpaw. “How many cats do you think will be there?”
“A lot.” Blackpaw mewed. “Don’t worry it can be scary out first so it okay if you want to sit beside Icebright.”
“Remember to not share with the other clans anything important.” Darkpaw added. “It’s okay to make friends but loyalty to Oakclan comes first.”
Lilypaw nodded going over to join Icebright and the other warriors. Hailpaw and Flintpaw came over glaring at Birchpaw.
“Why do they get to go and not us?” Flintpaw splat.
“You heard Kestrelstar, Flintpaw.” Blackpaw rasped. “You wont die missing one gathering beside you get to stay up and guard the camp.”
“Be quiet you loudmouth.” Flintpaw sneered. “You probably couldn’t keep your mouth shut to safe your life. Enjoy kit sitting Darkpaw, since your already seem close to him.” He gestured toward Birchpaw. “Probably why Kestrelstar picked you so you could watch him.”
Darkpaw hissed as Flintpaw and Hailpaw bounded away to the apprentices' den. “Don’t listen to them, they always hate being left out on the fun. It funny when others get left out but if is them, they behave like kits.”
Birchpaw purred at Darkpaw happy to see even she found Flintpaw and Hailpaw annoying then looked around camp for Cloudpaw. “Guess Cloudpaw would be too shaken up to attend the gathering.”
“He been to two already and did fine but better let him stay behind then risk him freak out over something.” Darkpaw meowed noticing they were getting left behind. “Come on or Kestrelstar will make us stay.” Birchpaw and Darkpaw slipped out the bramble tunnel catching up to the group was the padded through the forest toward the island.
Birchpaw listened as the trees were rustled by a passing breeze, the clan was waiting at twoleg bridge waiting for Kestrelstar’s signal to cross. He looked up to the sky seeing the full moon hovering above them, his first gathering as a clan cat he could see Lilypaw’s excitement as she stood beside Icebright and whisper from the older tom seemed to settle his sister down. With a tail flick from Kestrelstar, the group padded across the bridge onto the island the scent of different cats already filled Birchpaw’s nose.
Padding deeper in the forest on the island, the scent grew stronger and Birchpaw gasped to see two groups of clans already gathered in the clearing sharing tongues, two cats were already sitting on the low hang branches of the trees toward the front and gathered at the bush on the left and the boulder on the right.
“Enjoy talking to the other apprentices.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Be respect to the other clans, you are representing Oakclan tonight.” Birchpaw watched him padded off with Smokepoppy joining a group of warriors.
“Stick close if your feeling nervous.” Darkpaw meowed.
“So many cats under the agreement of peace.” Birchpaw meowed. “Do you all really keep that promise?”
“Yup.” Darkpaw nodded. “If that promise broken Starclan will send a sign that the gathering is over.” She pointed her muzzle toward the two cats sitting on the tree as they greeted Kestrelstar. “The brown on is Hazelstar, leader of Floodclan. The older ginger and white tom is Stagstar, leader of Basinclan. The deputies and medicine cats sit nearby.”
Birchpaw saw Newtshine join the warriors sitting by the boulder and Embercreek sat with the cats by the bush. He waved his way through the gathered cats following Darkpaw to a group of apprentices with Blackpaw.
“Oh, there you two are.” Blackpaw chirped. “These are Floodclan apprentices.” He pointed his tail the spotted cat beside him. “This Sprucepaw, I met him during my first gathering.”
“Hello.” Sprucepaw dipped his head. “Blackpaw is quick to introduce other before they can. This Molepaw and Sootpaw.” Birchpaw waved his tail as a greeting when he noticed Mottleblaze making his way over to them. “I hope you all are behaving yourselves.” He said in a low growl. “Apprentice always have wild stories about their training.” He glanced at the Floodclan apprentices. “Anything interesting with your training.” “Just the usual fishing and swimming training.” Another voice spoke up and another spotted tom made his way over to them. “You know swimming helps strength leg muscles perhaps Oakclan would love taking swimming lessons.” He rasped. “No thanks, Leopardshine.” Mottleblaze grumbled. “We prefer dry nest and paws. We get stronger by climbing tree.”
“Of course, that good to here.” Leopardshine turned to Birchpaw. “A new apprentice I see. Enjoying your first gathering?”
“I am.” Birchpaw meowed. “Never been around so many cats before.” Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze shooting him a glare before padding off to another group.
“Oh well, you'll get use to it.” Leopardshine meowed. “Stay out of trouble you all.” Leopardshine padded off going over to join another group of warriors.
“So that was Leopardshine.” Birchpaw turned to Darkpaw.
“Yup and Sprucepaw is his kit.” Darkpaw nodded. “At one gathering, Hazelstar gave praise about how he caught large for the clan.” Darkpaw looked up as Lilypaw came padding over with two other apprentices, Icebright wasn’t far away talking with a Basinclan warrior.
“I found you all finally.” Lilypaw purred. “So many cats under the cover of night and different scents get confusing.” “Who is this beside you?” Birchpaw asked nodding to the two toms, the black one with blue eyes was about to speak when Blackpaw cut him off.
“Nightpaw and Beepaw.” He chirped and Sprucepaw gave him a nudge.
“Can anyone say their own name without you doing it for them.” Sprucepaw huffed.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.” Blackpaw meowed. “Nightpaw is close to becoming a warrior, this is probably his last gathering as apprentice.”
The black tom with blue eyes nodded. “Thanks for the introduction, Blackpaw. I will be taking my warrior assessment pretty soon and Beepaw won't be far behind.” Nightpaw placed his tail on the grey tom beside him. “Next time we meet I'll be a full warrior of Basinclan, better hope it’s not in battle.”
“You should worry about meeting us in battle when we’re full warriors.” Blackpaw teased nudging Birchpaw. “We’re some of the best fighters in Oakclan.”
“When fighting against a mouse?” Beepaw joked. “You probably couldn’t fight a rabbit, you could beat Nightpaw in a fight.”
The apprentices broke out with murmurs of laughter and continued talking waiting for the gathering to begin. Birchpaw could hear two warriors in ear shot asking about Marshclan.
“Where are they?” The she-cat meowed. “How long are they going to keep us waiting?”
“Maybe something happen to them on the way here.” The tom meowed. “Although Oakclan got here safely and they share the same crossing bridge to get here. Maybe we should start without them.”
Birchpaw looked around the clearing seeing some cats starting to get restless waiting for the gathering to start. Marshclan was present at the border challenging them for more land and now all of sudden they couldn’t seem to be found. What was exactly happen in Marshclan? A yowl pulled everyone’s attention to the back of the clearing.
“Marshclan is finally here.” A tom meowed.
Birchpaw tried to get a good look at the Marshclan warriors as they padded into the clearing. He noticed the grey and white tom that was at the border when he went with Kestrelstar’s patrol, he looked for Stormstar maybe seeing him would help Birchpaw understand why everyone thought highly of him.
“Where’s Stormstar?” Birchpaw asked turning to the other apprentices.
“Didn’t see him.” Nightpaw shrugged. “Maybe Halfjump is here to speak on Marshclan’s behave, if a leader cant make it the deputy is allowed to speak for them.”
Birchpaw noticed a dark brown tom sitting by himself as the clans shifted to make room for Marshclan, he slipped away from his group to talk with the apprentice. “Hi, I’m Birchpaw.” He meowed. “You can come sit with the rest of us apprentices if you want.”
“No thanks.” The tom meowed. “My name is Vinepaw.”
“Well nice to meet you, Vinepaw.” Birchpaw meowed sitting beside him. “Is this your first gathering because it’s mine.”
“Um…No.” Vinepaw shifted on his paws sitting up. “I close to being made a warrior so this is about my fourth one. The excitement of coming to a gathering comes and goes really quick until you’re made a full warrior.”
“I don’t think I could ever get use to being around so many cats.” Birchpaw rasped. “My fur has been on edge if I’m being honest.” Birchpaw noticed that Vinepaw was slowly opening up to him and talking.
Another yowl grabbed everyone’s attention to the front looking at the leaders sitting on the low hanging branches. A dark grey tom was sitting beside Kestrelstar and a few murmurs could be heard before dying down as Hazelstar held up his tail. “Well, I think we waited long of enough for this gathering to start.” Hazelstar meowed. “I think we should address the newcomer sitting with us tonight.” He nodded to the dark grey tom beside Kestrelstar.
“I know everyone here is surprised to see me sitting up here.” The black tom meowed. “Even I find it surprising. I am Blackstar, the new leader of Marshclan.” Murmurs of confusion broke out among the gathered cats and Birchpaw noticed Vinepaw shifted uncomfortable on his paws.
“Where’s Stormstar?” A voice asked.
“What happened? Where’s Halfjump.” Another asked.
“I regret to inform that Stormstar and Halfjump both lose their lives in battle against rogues.” Blackstar meowed and the clearing was filled with shocked mews. “But Marshclan remained strong and a sign from Starclan choose me to become leader.” Blackstar meowed. “I have chosen Snaildust as my deputy, though this hard time he help keep our clan together.” Birchpaw saw Snaildust nod to Blackstar beaming with pride as he sat with the other deputies.
“The battle with the rogues took a troll on us but Rainshadow is caring for her clanmates well and we are stronger then ever.” Blackstar turned to Kestrelstar. “I know you are wondering about our attack at the clearing, I might no ill harm to your patrol but I believe the clearing should be given to Marshclan.”
“Why is that Blackstar?” Kestrelstar asked. “The clearing doesn’t belong to neither clan; we also had an agreement that it would stay neutral between the clans.”
“You made that agreement with Toadstar and Stormstar who are both no longer leaders, as the new leader of Marshclan I must do everything for the befit of my clan.” Blackstar meowed. “That clearing will help expand the Marshclan border thus keeping rogues and loners out but also provide for my clan in ways that Oakclan wouldn’t understand.”
“That still doesn't excuse you for having your patrols attack mine.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I think we need to continue this conversation outside the gathering, we should allow Hazelstar and Stagstar to share their news.”
“It is sad to hear Stormstar and Halfjump have gone to join our warrior ancestors.” Stagstar rasped. “They served their clan for many moons.” He shuffled on his paws. “Basinclan is doing well, the rain today was very much welcomed. We are growing and staying stronger every day.” Stagstar nodded to Hazelstar.
“Thank you, Stagstar.” Hazelstar meowed. “May Starclan light your path as you lead your clan, Blackstar.” He said before continuing. “Floodclan has caught scent of rogues around our border besides that our rivers are full and our warriors are strong, we even gained two new apprentices. I think we should be cautious with these rogues they sound more dangerous then normal.”
“I would have to agree, Hazelstar.” Kestrelstar added. “Rogues scent have found at our borders including around the clearing.” She looked at Blackstar. “If these rogues are causing so much trouble the clans should let each other know about any sightings.”
“I agree.” Blackstar mewed. “Oh, I have another thing to add before we need this gathering. Sadly, a few of the senior warriors don’t agree with Starclan’s choice of picking me as leader.” He huffed. “I tried speaking with them and told them it was Starclan’s decision but we couldn’t come together with agreement and after defending myself from attacks I had to kick them out of Marshclan.”
“Who are these cats?” Mottleblaze asked and Birchpaw figured he was thinking about Applesun and the elders.
“These cats are lead by Yellowfang and Amberjay.” Blackstar answered. “I fear they will seek shelter from the other clans or ask for help to overthrow me. As I said, Starclan picked me as leader and until they send another sign saying otherwise, I will lead my clan the best way I can. I ask that the other clans be wary of them and let my patrols know so we can deal with them.”
The leaders nodded before Hazelstar flickered his tail dismissing the meeting. Birchpaw turned Vinepaw as he stared at his paws seemly not paying attention to others around him, he gave him a nudge making Vinepaw jump.“Sorry.” Birchpaw meowed. “The gathering is over. Are you feeling, okay?”
“Yeah. Just lose in thought.” Vinepaw meowed glancing around taking pause before lowering his voice. “If you had a secret or knew something important about someone, would you tell anyone?”
“Depends on the secret I guess.” Birchpaw meowed giving him a puzzling look. “If the secret would protect someone than I would keep it but some secrets do more harm than good if kept hidden.”
Vinepaw took another pause busing his tail along the ground. Birchpaw wondered if he had something to share but could he actually believe Vinepaw, he recalled Darkpaw telling him never to trust a Marshclan cat but Vinepaw seem to be bother by something.
“Do you think Kestrelstar or the other leaders would listen to me about something?” Vinepaw asked with a worry look. “I don’t know about the other leaders but Kestrelstar might be willing to listen.” Birchpaw shrugged.
“Birchpaw!” Blackpaw called across the clearing where Oakclan and Marshclan were waiting for them. “Come on!” Birchpaw and Vinepaw padded over to their respective clans.
“We will allow Oakclan to cross over first.” Blackstar meowed to Kestrelstar.
“No, go ahead Blackstar.” Kestrelstar nodded. “I am sure you need to get back to camp to check on your clanmates.”
Blackstar gave quick nodded before leading Marshclan back over the bridge. Birchpaw noticed Vinepaw gave him one more glance and wondered if he should speak to Kestrelstar about their conversation. Birchpaw follow his clanmates back to camp being greeted by Waspsting and Brightbreeze guarding the camp, he slipped into the apprentice after Blackpaw settling down into his nest to sleep.
Chapter 8
A sharp yowl pulled Birchpaw out of his sleep as he looked around the nest, the other apprentices were also awaken by the sudden yowl. He pulled himself out his nest padding out the den to join the clan as they gathered under Stonehedge for a meeting.
“This is well be a quick meeting about the gathering last night.” Kestrelstar meowed. “It seems Marshclan lost Stormstar in a battle against rogues and Halfjump also. They have a new leader now called Blackstar.”
“Who claims Starclan chose him to lead them.” Waspsting scoffed.
“It not unheard of.” Sparrowspots meowed. “Starclan wants someone who can lead Marshclan do hard times.”
“Those rogues seem more trouble than what we are use to.” Specklefur added. “To kill a leader and deputy, they shouldn’t be taken lightly.” “So rogues and rebelling warriors.” Mottleblaze hissed. “Why are we allowing them to stay in our camp.” He jerked his head toward Applesun, Thawstripe, and Lochstream. “We should send them back to Marshclan for Blackstar to deal with.”
“Blackstar is not leader of Marshclan.” Applesun hissed. “He didn’t not earn that title.”
“Not to you but in Starclan’s eyes he did.” Brackenthroat sneered. “He’s your leader and you abandoned your clan.”
Birchpaw could feel a tense air form around the camp, many would love to see Applesun and the elders chased out or sent back to Marshclan to be punished. He shifted on his paws leaning over to whisper in Blackpaw’s ear. “Doesn’t it seem odd for them to suddenly leave Marshclan?” He asked. “Something not adding up.”
“It’s Marshclan nothing about them adds up.” Blackpaw held back a yawn. "Maybe we should get rid of them before Blackstar finds out and think we’re plotting against him.”
“But Marshclan has been their home for moons why would they leave.” Birchpaw asked only to get a shrug from Blackpaw. The clan busy going back and forth about what to do with the former Marshclan members when Kestrelstar yowled to grab the clans attention again.
“I have yet to decide what to do with Applesun and the others.” Kestrelstar meowed. “We know danger is at our borders and we will protect and defend our borders until we can't anymore.”
“Is it strange that suddenly after we take in three rogues more show up and start causing trouble.” Waspsting hissed. “What if they come seeking shelter because they know them then the clans will think we’ve become a rogue loving traitor clan.”
“We should toss them out with those Marshclan traitors.” Brackenthroat splat. “How are we going to feel safe if we harbor the same danger outside the clan in the clan.”
Birchpaw glared at the two warriors, they were probably told by Mottleblaze say those things and get the clan riled up about them being here. Mottleblaze is probably hoping many in the clan rally behind him to chase them out again the clan uproar in argument on what to do.
“Enough!” Kestrelstar yowled. “They are our clanmates now and at times like this we need more warriors.” She waved her tail in annoyance casting a cold glare at everyone. “I will decide what to do with our prisoners. The clan needs everyone working together if we are to overcome this danger.”
“But can we fight these rogues and hope to win?” Reedstripe asked. “Stormstar could’ve been on his last life when they killed him or he could’ve had more and since we don’t know are we to assume that they mange to take a leaders remaining lives in one battle?”
“I will travel to Star Cavern tomorrow and speak with Starclan.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I will seek their guidance on how to deal with these rogues until than I want everyone to prepare themselves for anything. I will speak with Newtshine alone now in my den.” Kestrelstar leaped down padding off to her den with Newtshine.
“It’s like we’re back the beginning when we first came here.” Birchpaw sighed.
“Don’t listen to them, Birchpaw.” Blackpaw meowed. “No one is chasing you out anytime soon, outsiders and attacks from the other clans always makes everyone nervous. You thought our mentors were being hard on us now to wait, we are going running around the territory like a daze mouse.”
“How about Blackstar? Think he’ll fight over the clearing again?” Birchpaw asked.
“Probably.” Blackpaw shrugged. “Maybe he and Kestrelstar can come to a new agreement about it but I doubt it. He’s a new leader and new leaders like to prove themselves to their clan and others.” Blackpaw meowed. “He wants the clans to know that Marshclan is under new leadership and things will be different.”
Thistleleaf made his way over to them. “Alright you two, today we’re going battle training today. We have to ready for anything now that rogues have been sighted on clan territory.” The trio made their way out the camp toward the hollow to train.
It nearly sundown when Birchpaw returned to camp with Thistleleaf and Blackpaw. After battle practice, Thistleleaf took them hunting and as he slipped into camp, he padded over to the fresh kill pile to drop off one of his mice and taking the other for him and Blackpaw. Blackpaw sighed placing his robin down and turned to him.
“Exciting day in the clan, right?” He huffed. “I swear everything is starting to feel different all of the sudden. But I guess when the weather is warm and sun something strange starts to happen.”
Birchpaw gave him short shrug as they started making their way to the apprentice den where they were greeted by Lilypaw and Darkpaw as they shared a squirrel.
“We spent the day on border patrol.” Lilypaw said after finishing her bite. “I take it back maybe border patrol isn’t so fun.”
“I told you so.” Blackpaw meowed slumping down taking the first bite of the mouse. “Just wait until leaf-bare and you’re tugging through the snow then you’ll be asking for Newleaf to come quickly.”
Darkpaw took her last bite of the squirrel licking her whiskers clean before turning to Birchpaw. “Are you feeling, okay? If you don’t hurry and eat Blackpaw will eat it all.”
Birchpaw swallowed his bite and nodded. “Yeah, I am fine. Just thinking about somethings.”
“Thinking about what?” Darkpaw shuffled onto her side.
“Just about a Marshclan apprentice.” Birchpaw meowed taking another bite before noticing Darkpaw giving him a puzzling look. “Don’t start thinking of the wrong thing.” Birchpaw huffed. “At the gathering, I meet a Marshclan apprentice named Vinepaw. He was acting strange about Blackstar and Marshclan. I just think everything is strange.”
“It’s Marshclan, they’re all strange.” Darkpaw meowed. “Eating toads and such, I told you not to trust a Marshclan cat. He’s probably trying to trick you and if we go to battle against them, he’ll try to use that against you.”
“Maybe but Vinepaw seemed actucally worried about something.” Birchpaw paused as Newtshine came over to them.
“Exciting news for you apprentices.” Newtshine meowed grabbing their attention. “Kestrelstar will be taking two apprentices to Star Cavern with her tomorrow.” Birchpaw noticed his denmates perk up twitching with excitement to go with Kestrelstar tomorrow.
“Going to Star Cavern with Kestrelstar would be great.” Mudpaw chirped. “For us senior apprentices, it means we are closer to becoming warriors.”
“That’s correct Mudpaw.” Newtshine purred at his apprentice. “The two apprentices going tomorrow with Kestrelstar will be Blackpaw and Birchpaw.” Disappointment washed for Mudpaw and the other apprentices. “Don’t worry everyone, you’ll go there one day some don’t visit Star Cavern until after they are made warriors.”
“We’re going to Star Cavern.” Blackpaw pushed against Birchpaw. “We get to cross into Basinclan territory also. It’s this exciting?”
“Yeah.” Birchpaw purred. “Try to keep your fur on.”
“Go visit Spotteddust and Embercreek for traveling herbs.” Newtshine meowed. “You’ll be leaving early tomorrow so get your rest.” Newtshine meowed padding off to the warriors den.
“Traveling herbs?” Lilypaw asked Darkpaw.
“It’s so they don’t get hungry and hunt on Basinclan’s Territory.” Darkpaw said. “Walking that long on a empty stomach is torture.”
“Come on.” Blackpaw lead Birchpaw across the clearing to medicine cat den pushing past the lichen covering the entrance and peered inside. “Spotteddust? Embercreek?” The two were in the back on the den organizing herbs.
“No need to be loud.” Spotteddust grumbled. “We got your herbs ready.”
“Make sure you eat them all.” Embercreek meowed placing a bundle of herbs in front of them. A scent of sour, tangy and sweet coming from the herbs made Birchpaw shudder.
“They smell bad and probably taste horrible.” Birchpaw winced. “Are they really needed?”
“You wont have time to hunt or rest and the journey will be long.” Spotteddust huffed. “If you cant keep up Kestrelstar will surly make you stay here. Maybe that would be best.” Spotteddust turned back to sorting his herbs.
“Basinclan has open and vast land.” Embercreek meowed changing the subject. “Be sure to keep a lookout for dangers like dogs sometimes badges make their burrows among the hills..”
Birchpaw finished his herbs wishing to run to the river and wash the taste away. “Who else will be coming with us.” “Kestrelstar takes her trusted warriors with her.” Embercreek meowed. “She might that them to stay behind and guard the camp.”
“Well she down one warrior so it might be Thistleleaf, Mottleblaze, or Lionshade.” Blackpaw mewed. “Newtshine is deputy, he has to stay but Hawksplash is preoccupied with other things.”
Birchpaw shot him a glare bristling his fur. “What do you mean by that?”
“Everyone in the clan sees how much time he spends near the nursey with Sage.” Blackpaw meowed. “Has if he was the father of her kits.” Spotteddust added. “Maybe that’s why he agreed with Kestrelstar to bring you here.”
“That’s not true.” Birchpaw rumbled frowning at the older tom
“I am sure Hawksplash is being nice and helping her settle into the clan.” Embercreek meowed before Blackpaw or Spotteddust could speak. “He’s always been caring toward others.”
“I was just making a point.” Blackpaw shrugged. “It wouldn’t be promising to see him pacing outside the nursey when her kits come.”
“Enough with the talking!” Spotteddust hissed. “We have things to do and you two should return to your nest or Kestrelstar will leave you behind.”
Birchpaw and Blackpaw ducked out the den returning to the apprentice den where they slipped into the den as the clan was turning in for the night. Birchpaw was looking forward to tomorrow it would be his first time visiting the cave where the clans spoke with Starclan maybe he could speak with about the weird dreams he’s been having, yawning Birchpaw curled up to sleep feeling for tomorrow to come.
Birchpaw blinked sleep out his eyes to be greeted by Blackpaw standing over him making him jump and hissed at the black and white tom.
“Oh sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Blackpaw whispered not to wake their denmates. “I really couldn’t sleep last night so I woke up early and waited for you.”
“Maybe next time do from your nest.” Birchpaw pulled himself out his nest looking the entrance of den seeing that dawn was just breaking into camp. “We better go and see if Kestrelstar is waiting for us.”
Padding out the den together, Birchpaw and Blackpaw looked across the clearing seeing Kestrelstar sitting at the base of Stonehedge with Newtshine, Mottleblaze, Thistleleaf, and Dapplebreeze. They made their way over dipping their heads to the older warriors and leader.
“Good to see you two already awake.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I think we should leave now, Basinclan patrols tend to start early so if we meet one, they could probably escort us across their territory. Did you eat the herbs given to you last night?”
“We did and it was by far the nastiest thing I ever had to eat.” Blackpaw shuddered. “I bet crowfood would taste better.”
“Keep your jokes and comments to a low.” Mottleblaze glared at him. “We don’t need anything distracting us.”
“I decide Dapplebreeze will be joining us. She might spot a Basinclan’s patrol before any of us.” Kestrelstar said pointing her tail to the ginger and white she-cat.
“Remember your training and watch out for each other.” Thistleleaf meowed. “You still have much to learn before becoming warriors and this will give you need experience for the future.” Birchpaw nodded to Thistleleaf as Blackpaw puffed out his chest knowing he would make his mentor proud while they were away from camp.
“Be safe and may Starclan guide your path.” Newtshine called as Kestrelstar lead them out the camp toward the island where the clans gathered under a full moon. As they cross over the bridge on their side and padded through toward the other bridge that connected to Basinclan’s side, Birchpaw padded along side Kestrelstar.
“Has it happen before where Starclan chose a cat to leader after the death of the leader and deputy?” He asked. “Do you think Blackstar will be a good leader?”
“Once I believe but that was many moons ago.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I can't judge another cat that I do not know. My concerns lay inside Oakclan with you and the others.”
“Yeah, but how can they say he’s the right choice?” Birchpaw asked as they padded out the undergrowth.
Kestrelstar glanced at Birchpaw placing her tail on his shoulder. “We just have to trust Starclan’s judgement and Marshclan would have to make that decision to follow him or not.”
Birchpaw wanted to believe Kestrelstar about trusting Starclan in their choice of making Blackstar leader, but he recalled the dream he had, Starclan told him that allies of the storm would drive out the darkness. He wondered if he should tell he about his dream when they returned to camp.
“Kestrelstar…” Birchpaw stopped hearing a hiss coming behind them and turned to see Mottleblaze glaring at him.
“Enough with the questions. We don’t have time for small stalk.” Mottleblaze growled. “Close your mouth and keep watch for any danger.”
“You can ask me any questions later back at camp. Make sure to stay on the edge of Basinclan borders.” Kestrelstar meowed as they crossed over the bridge on Basinclan’s side. The territory was more open with rolling hills scattered across and pines and oak trees, Birchpaw could see a towering pine tree in the distance that sat in the middle of the territory.
“So, this is Basinclan’s territory.” Birchpaw pulled back to walk beside Blackpaw.
“Yup, they are rabbit chasers.” Birchpaw meowed. “Is not open but rabbits can be seen among the tress like the squirrels in ours. But the rabbits don’t make them fat like the fish that Floodclan eat.” Blackpaw teased.
Birchpaw padded along the edge of the border the tress seemed to start spacing out more and he wondered how it would be living under a forest where the trees didn’t cover the sky, Basinclan probably got to see the star every night. Birchpaw stopped noticing a flash of brown cross the field.
“What was that?” He asked and the patrol look toward the direction he gestured to.
“There’s nothing there.” Mottleblaze meowed. “Keep up.”
“This open space among the trees can play tricks on your mind.” Dapplebreeze meowed. “Maybe it was a rabbit.”
Birchpaw nodded catching up with the patrol as breeze passed by them. As the breeze ruffed Birchpaw pelt, he caught a glimpse of another flash of brown crossing a hilltop and stopped again. Blackpaw turned around to him. “Birchpaw come on.” He meowed. “You’ll get in trouble with Mottleblaze.”
“I saw something over that hilltop, it seems to be following us.” Birchpaw meowed taking a step toward the hilltop. “No, Birchpaw.” Blackpaw raced over to him blocking him. “If it’s a patrol crossing into their territory allows them to attack us.”
Suddenly a yowl broke out and standing on the hilltop was brown spotted she-cat. “Intruders!” She charged down the hill toward them making Kestrelstar and other whip around racing over to protect them.
“Quailpaw, stop!” A ginger she-cat with white patches raced down the hill after the younger she-cat with three cats behind her.
“Gingerpatch they’re intruders from another clan.” Quailpaw hissed as Kestrelstar stepped in front of Birchpaw and Blackpaw.
“We are one our way to Star Cavern. We haven’t crossed the border and stayed on the edge.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Has Basinclan decide to not allow the clans across to Star Cavern?”
A reddish-brown tom came over dipping his head to Kestrelstar. “Forgive her. We are patrolling the borders for rogues, and it seems this apprentice got a little too excited. If you want, we can escort you have halfway to Star Cavern.” He offered.
“Understandable, those rogues will have everyone on edge for a while.” Kestrelstar meowed. “That escort would be welcomed.” Kestrelstar followed after him as he took the lead toward Star Cavern.
“Again, forgive my apprentice.” Gingerpatch meowed. “She knows better not to charge headfirst with other others.”
“I did alert everyone before charging.” Quailpaw grumbled glaring at Blackpaw and Birchpaw. “Don’t think you can try anything while on our territory.” She huffed padding forward to walk beside Gingerpatch.
“Don’t mind Quailpaw.” A familiar voice meowed; it was Nightpaw. “Young apprentices will go looking for trouble and end up regretting it after.”
“Nightpaw.” Birchpaw meowed happy to see the black tom again. “It’s still Nightpaw, right?”
“For now, it is.” Nightpaw nodded gesturing toward the reddish-brown tom at the lead of the patrol. “Adderflame told me my assessment will be in few days.”
“Keep up.” Another warrior meowed waiting beside Dapplebreeze for them to follow.
“Coming along, Newtthorn.” Nightpaw meowed as they followed after the warriors. The group stayed silence most the way toward Star Cavern, as Birchpaw saw a meadow come into view, it was Adderflame who spoke finally breaking the silent air among them.
“It seems strange for a group of rogues to appear and attack a clan patrol.” Adderflame turned to Kestrelstar. “usually a small group cause trouble stealing prey. Do you think they’ll battle the clans for territory?”
“It is odd.” Kestrelstar rasped. “We dealt with rogues before in the forest but this sound different for sure. May Starclan guide us through any hard times.” The group came to a stop at the edge of the meadow.
Adderflame pointed to a group of trees up ahead and a mountain sat in the back. “You should fine from here.” He meowed. “I'll let Stagstar and other patrols know you are here, we don’t a misunderstanding to happen between us.” Adderflame dipped his head Kestrelstar.
“Thank you.” Kestrelstar dipped her head to him as the groups split into their respective clans. Birchpaw noticed Quailpaw glaring at him.
“Gingerpatch said I should apologize for almost attacking you.” Quailpaw huffed.
“Well I saw you running across the hilltop so I knew something was following us.” Birchpaw meowed. “Maybe you should work on stalking skills.” Birchpaw was trying to make light of the situation.
“I'm a great tracker.” Quailpaw hissed.
“Enough, Quailpaw.” Gingerpatch flickered her tail over Quailpaw ears. “Keep it up and you’ll be checking the elders for ticks until you’re a warrior.” Gingerpatch lead Quilpaw away as Kestrelstar thank Adderflame once more.
“Thank once gain for the escort.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Please give my regards to Stagstar.” The Oakclan patrol made their way through the trees and toward the mountains, a pathway lead them to a cave.
“This is Star Cavern.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Leaders and medicine cat come here with Starclan.” There were a few rocks sitting outside the entrance of the cave. “Mottleblaze and the others will stand guard while we enter the cave.”
Birchpaw looked at Blackpaw who flicked his ears at him before nodding and followed Kestrelstar into the cave. As they went in deeper, it became darker and Birchpaw couldn’t see anything in front of him and he wiggled his whiskers to get a feel on his surroundings.
“It so dark in here.” Birchpaw breathed. “Are we safe here?”
“Don’t worry it can be uncomfortable at first.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Cats don’t feel safe under ground and the dark.” Walking down a slop the tunnel began to open up to a cavern and the center was a pool created by the rocks above dripping water. “I will share tongues with Star Cavern. It’s important I am not disturbed, so stand guard over me.” Kestrelstar laid down at the edge of the pool closing her eyes.
Birchpaw sat down glance at the entrance of the tunnel before turning back to watch Kestrelstar, he flank rising and falling. The only sound in the cave was the dripping of the water from the rocks, Birchpaw tried to keep himself busy by rolling a rock under his paws as he waited for Kestrelstar to awaken. Birchpaw wondered if the clans would chase the rogues out the territory with no other issues, but he had a feeling they won't leave without a fight and he couldn’t help but think of Vinepaw, maybe if he saw him on a patrol they could talk in private.
A few moments passed when Kestrelstar finally awakened and quickly got to her paws. Birchpaw leaped to his paws wondering if something was wrong that Kestrelstar’s fur was bristling. “Everything okay, Kestrelstar?”
“We must return to camp.” Kestrelstar wasted no time leading them back out the cave where they were greeted by Mottleblaze, Dapplebreeze, and Blackpaw.
“I was starting to fall asleep on my paws.” Blackpaw stood to stretch out his legs.
“Hurry, we must get back to camp.” Kestrelstar brushed passed leaving them confused before they padded after her.
“What’s the matter Kestrelstar?” Mottleblaze asked padding alongside her only to receive no answer from his leader.
“What happen?” Blackpaw turned to Birchpaw.
“No idea.” Birchpaw meowed. “She got up and said we need to go back.”
“Starclan must’ve showed her something frightening.” Dapplebreeze meowed and Birchpaw hoped she was wrong. The group traveled back along the trail that Adderflame’s patrol leaded them crossing over a hilltop and headed for the twoleg bridge that connected to the Island padded through the small forest before reaching their twoleg bridge and enter their territory.
“Be on your guard.” Kestrelstar leaded them back toward camp and as they bounded through the forest odd and new scents filled their nostrils.
“I smell rogues!” Mottleblaze hissed. “They dare enter this deep into out territory?” The group broke into a run after they passed the training hollow, the scent grow stronger and the sounds of yowling could be heard coming from camp.
Mottleblaze was the first to push into the camp passed what was left of the bramble tunnel followed by the rest of the patrol. Yowling cries filled the camp as fur was throw around the clearing, Birchpaw looked around at the cats fighting. A large brown tom was fighting Waselfur and Litterfeather while not far Thistleleaf wrestled with a red tabby tom with black stripes.
It was complete uproar around the camp as Oakclan battled the invaders that broke into their home. Hawksplash was battling a white she-cat with black forepaws and Brightbreeze was guarding the nursey from any rogues who dared to come close. Newtshine had a bright ginger tom pinned down beside Stonehedge his shoulder was covered in blood and near the warriors den Waspsting was batting a red and white she-cat away.
“Don’t just stand there,” Blackpaw hissed, “We need to defend the camp!” Blackpaw bounded away toward the apprentice den tackling a dark brown tom off of Cloudpaw. Birchpaw got ready to leap onto the nearest rogue when a yowl pulled his attention and he turned to see a brown she-cat.
“Get out of our camp!” Birchpaw growled bristling his fur out.
The she-cat hissed leaping at Birchpaw raking her claws through his fur and he lunged forward biting into her shoulder making the she-cat yowl in pain. Leaping off her paws the she-cat knocked Birchpaw to the ground digging her claws into his shoulder.
“Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” She hissed in his ear.
“You broke into our camp and attack us!” Birchpaw wiggled around trying to free himself from her hold. He began kicking into her underbelly with back legs and as she jumped off, he raced over slashing his claws over her left ear drawing blood. Snarling the she-cat returned his slash with one of her owns raking her claws down his right she shoulder making him hiss in pain. Birchpaw huffed backing away from the she-cat waiting for her to attack him first when another yowl filled the air.
“Retreat!” The bright ginger tom who was fighting Newtshine cried racing toward the entrance with the other cats behind him.
“You won this time!” The brown she-cat hissed before swiping her claws across Birchpaw’s muzzle and raced after her group.
“Mottleblaze!” Kestrelstar called. “Take the less wounded and chase them out our territory.” Mottleblaze nodded rounding up a small patrol of Specklefur, Brackenthroat, Waspsting, and Dapplebreeze and raced out of camp after the rogues. “If your wounds can wait help those more wounded to Spotteddust and Embercreek.” Kestrelstar commanded and the clan broke off checking on their nearby clanmates.
Birchpaw flinched feeling the sting of his wounds but thought it was better to wait since there could be others more wounded then him. He padded over to the apprentices where the apprentices gathered together around Cloudpaw. “Is he okay?” Birchpaw asked. “Is everyone okay?”
“Nothing that will just heal with cobwebs.” Mudpaw meowed gesturing to Cloudpaw. “He was holding his own against that cat even if was only for a while.”
Birchpaw sighed happy to hear Cloudpaw was fine and looked around for Lilypaw. “That attack got the jump on everyone. Have you seen Lilypaw?”
“The moment they broke in she went over to the Elders’ den with Darkpaw.” Flintpaw meowed between licking the wounded on his shoulder. Nodding, Birchpaw bounded over to the elders’ den peeking inside to see the elders gathered together fur bristling.
“Birchpaw!” Lilypaw purred coming over to him. “You’re okay.”
“Has the fighting stopped?” Petalpelt asked.
“Yeah, the rogues raced out of camp and Mottleblaze’s patrol went after them to make they don’t cross the border again.” Birchpaw meowed. “Is everyone okay?”
“Just fine.” Sparrowspots meowed. “Applesun sent one young she-cat running without a second thought.” Birchpaw turned to see Applesun and the former Marshclan elders huddle together in a corner of the den.
“Elders should be protect just like the Queens and Kits.” Applesun huffed getting to her paws. “How is the clan? That attack surly caught everyone by surprise.”
“Everyone is being check for injuries.” Birchpaw meowed padding out the den with Applesun, Lilypaw, and Darkpaw.
Kestrelstar was standing beside Stonehedge giving out orders to Newtshine and other warriors. “Have guards posted at the entrance given that the bramble tunnel is damaged, repairs will be done tomorrow.” Kestrelstar meowed.
Mottleblaze’s patrol came back into camp Mottleblaze’s tail lashed through the air. “We chase them across the border. How did a couple flea-ridden rogues manage to break into camp without warning.” He growled.
“I had sent patrols out already, they just caught us off guard.” Newtshine meowed.
“My patrol found signs of half-eaten prey at broke pine so we rush back to camp only to find them already attacking.” Lionshade rasped. “I don’t think these rogues just so suddenly decide to attack, I saw Marshclan cats among them.”
“So they just happened to know the right moment to strike.” Mottleblaze snarled looking at Applesun. “Marshclan and rogues attacking when we have three of their cats as prisoners.”
“I had no idea of the attack just like everyone else.” Applesun hissed. “We are no longer apart of Marshclan.”
“It is odd. Maybe we should chase them out while we can.” Waspsting hissed and the clan began to meow in agreement.
“Tell the truth! Blackstar probably lied to the clans about you so you can take shelter and spy on us telling them our weakness.” Mottleblaze growled taking a step toward Applesun who arched her back hissing at him. “We left Marshclan under our own free will.” Applesun bristled. “Blackstar is not my leader.”
Birchpaw watched as Mottleblaze towered over the older she-cat snarling tail lashing through the air without a doubt he was waiting for a good opportunity to attack Applesun, any reason to toss them out the clan he was all for and other warriors in the clan seemed to agree with him. Birchpaw turned to Kestrelstar waiting for her to speak up and decided to speak up for the older she-cat himself.
“Applesun helped protect our elders surly she wouldn’t have done that if she was here to spy on us.” Birchpaw meowed pulling everyone’s attention to them and felt his pelt heat at their staring glazes, he shuffled on his paws before continuing. “It odder that warriors and elders are leaving Marshclan as rogues enter the forest and Blackstar becoming leader.” Birchpaw silently hoped someone would agree with him but it seemed he was alone in this.
“That is something we should think about.” Kestrelstar finally meowed and Birchpaw let out breath of relief. “Applesun and the others are still our prisoners until we get answers. No other clan knows that we took them in, I guess my talk with Blackstar about the clearing won’t matter anymore. Right now we need to focus on healing and rebuilding our defenses, have your wounded looked at, rest while you can and be ready for anything.” Kestrelstar meowed dismissing the clan with her tail before turning to talk with Newtshine.
Birchpaw felt relief wash over him when Mottleblaze padded off to the warriors den with other warriors. A sting ripped though his ear and he hissed in pain remembering the she-cat he fought got some good hits in, he padded over to the medicine cat den looking for Embercreek or Spotteddust and was greeted by Embercreek’s mew.
“Birchpaw. Come and let me see your injuries.” Embercreek sat a bundle of herbs down beckoning him over with her tail. “You don’t want to catch a inflection from them.”
Birchpaw slipped into the den sitting beside Embercreek wrinkling his nose at the smell of herbs, feeling he would never get use to the smell. “The rogue I was fighting go some good hits in but I don’t think they’re that serious.” “Better safe than sorry.” Embercreek took some herbs and began chewing them up, Birchpaw looked passed her seeing Brightbreeze laying down as Spotteddust wrapped her leg with cobwebs, she was protecting the nursery with Smokepoppy and he hoped her injure wasn't to serious. Embercreek finished the herbs she had chewed up and place some of poultice on his ear making him jump and hiss in pain.
“I though you sure healing my injuries not making them worst.” Birchpaw said pulling away.
“I am now stop acting like a kit and hold still.” Embercreek moved closer applying the poultice to his right shoulder and pressed a few cobwebs on his muzzle. “Warriors and apprentice act like they can take on anything in the forest but the moment they step in the medicine cat den they turn into kits.”
“Herbs taste and smell troubled.” Birchpaw wrinkled his nose in disgusted. “I think I would go fight a hedgehog before being around any herbs.” Birchpaw and Embercreek purred together as Embercreek removed the cobwebs from his muzzle.
“Just promise me you wont be one of the reckless one in the future.” Embercreek touched her nose to his cheek. “Don’t do anything to mouse brain and if your shoulder starts hurting let me know.”
Birchpaw nodded exiting the den seeing Brackenthroat and Specklefur guarding what was left of the entrance. He looked around seeing most warriors were licking their wounds and looking around for the next attack hopefully in the morning the clan could come to a agreement something wrong is happening to Marshclan. Birchpaw made his way over to the nursery seeing some of the thicket was on the ground meaning the rogues were trying to break inside but failed. Looking inside he searched for Sage and Hawksplash but found Sage and Lilypaw together, he padded over to join them at the back of the den.
“Are you okay, Sage?” Birchpaw asked sitting down in front of his sisters.
“Just fine.” Sage huffed. “I can fight you know I don’t need anyone else hovering over me.”
Birchpaw figured she meant Hawksplash and he wondered where the brown and white tom was. “Guess Hawksplash came to check on you.”
“I told him the clan need him I do right now and he doesn’t need to occupy himself with me when he’s injured.” Sage meowed.
“He has been by your side since we got here.” Lilypaw added. “Of course he would be worried.” “No one told him to.” Sage mewed softly shuffling onto her side. “You two need to be careful with those rogues. Don’t be mouse-brain to face them alone.”
“I don’t think Icebright will allow me to do that.” Lilypaw purred. “Do you think they will come back?”
“Who knows.” Birchpaw shrugged his shoulders. “The clan will be ready next them though.”
A mew grabbed their attention and Birchpaw turned to see the golden queen named, Applewillow looking at them. “I think you two should return to your den for the night. Don’t worry, queens look after one another and our kits.”
Birchpaw saw Lakeshade wrapping her tail around her kits and the other queen, Fawnbrook settle into her nest. “Sorry.” He turned to Sage. “We’ll see you in the morning.” Birchpaw followed Lilypaw out the den returning to the apprentice den climbing into their nest as the other apprentice were already asleep. Tomorrow the clan would probably spend the day repairing the bramble tunnel and any damage dens along with patrol sent out in search for any rogues that dare to cross the border. Yawning, Birchpaw recalled his dream was this the darkness that Starclan warned him about if so how could the clan face Marshclan when their ranks were now filled with deadly rogues.
Chapter 9
Birchpaw pulled himself out the apprentice den following after Lilypaw as they padded over to the clan as they gathered under Stonehedge for a meeting. Kestrelstar was sitting on the rocks listening to Newtshine as he whispered into her ears before she raised her tail gaining the waiting cats attention.
“Cats of Oakclan, yesterday we defended our camp against attacks from Marshclan and the rogues roam around the forest. It would seem the two groups are working together meaning Blackstar has a lot of questions to ask.”
“Such as asking and allowing rogues into his clan. Is he trying to display Marshclan’s strength by allowing them in?” Sparrowspots asked.
“It’s also odd that they knew when to attack. The camp was almost unguarded.” Mottleblaze added earning nods from warriors in the clan.
“So a clan has made an alliance with rogues but we also have to worry about some sharing information with them.” Thistleleaf rasped. “No one in this clan would ever do that.
“I’m just saying the timing was odd,” Mottleblaze shrugged. “Beside they aren’t the only clan taking in rogues.”
Birchpaw shifted on his paws feeling annoyed already with Mottleblaze, the wiry dark ginger tom wasted on time pointing them out again. He wished the older tom would drop it already, they been a part of the clan this long and Mottleblaze was still complaining about it.
“Let’s not forget we also have prisoners from Marshclan. How long are we to keep them before Blackstar comes asking for them and attack us again.” Mottleblaze meowed turning to Applesun and the elders.
“That’s why I decide to have someone mentor Applesun and the others. They will keep a close eye on them for now.” Kestrelstar meowed.
“They’ll become a danger to the clan the longer they stay here.” Smokepoppy meowed. “Brightbreeze is in the medicine cat den after their attack as far as we know they are here as spies.”
“You can call us whatever but again we are now longer members of Marshclan.” Applesun hissed before turning to Kestrelstar. “We don’t need to watch over like kits, we are more than ready to leave here and this forest.” “Not just yet, Applesun.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Allow my medicine cats to make sure you’re ready for travel.” Kestrelstar turned back to the clan. “Today we’ll be repairing the damages from the attack, restocking the fresh-kill pile and patrolling the borders.”
The clan moved to join Newtshine as he jumped down Stonehedge to assign patrols and who will be repairing the bramble tunnel and any dens. Birchpaw got his paws to join the other apprentices as they gathered with their mentors.
“Birchpaw, a moment please.” Kestrelstar beckoned him over. “I have a task for you already in mind. I want you to look after Applesun and the elders.”
Birchpaw blinked at Kestrelstar confused at her request. “Are you sure, Kestrelstar?” “Yes, I am. I feel it would be better for them having younger cats look after them they would be more understanding.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Purpose you can get something out of them, if they wish to step out the camp ask a warrior or two to come along and watch them.”
Birchpaw sighed recalling he spent the day gathering herbs and taking prey to the elders all because Kestrelstar was trying to teach him patience. “I understand, Kestrelstar.”
“Good. How about help rebuild the bramble tunnel today that way you can keep an eye on them.” Kestrelstar meowed padding off to the medicine cat den greeting Spotteddust with a nod.
Birchpaw huffed going over to the cats assigned to repairing the bramble tunnel and damaged dens, Sparrowspots waved him over with his tail. "Gather any branches that aren’t broken, we’ll reinforce the nursery, elders’ den and the bramble tunnel with it.” He meowed. “Clear away anything we don’t need.” Newtshine meowed.
Birchpaw alongside the warriors and elders repairing the damage done during the attack. A patrol or two would return with bramble thickets to place around the dens and tunnel, as he padded for to the elders den, he noticed Applesun resting outside the den.
“Kestrelstar assigned an apprentice to watch us.” She huffed. “An apprentice who seems to not be clan born…kittypet perhaps?”
Birchpaw forced his fur to lay flat narrowing his amber eyes at the older warrior. “You’re right about me not being clan born but I'm not a former kittypet but a former rogue.” He sneered. “I'm not thrilled about watching over you either.”
“So even Oakclan is taking in rogues.” Applesun shifted on her paws. “The clans aren’t the same when I was younger.”
“How were the clans back then?” Birchpaw asked sitting down. “It hard to believe you all change that much.” “If you knew the clans history you would understand.” Applesun sighed. “We didn’t make alliance with rogues or rarely allowed them to join. A real leader of a clan would never allow such chaos happen inside their camp.” “You mean Blackstar.” Birchpaw meowed. “What about Toadstar? I hear so much about how he fought over the clearing, Blackstar has that down.”
“Toadstar and Blackheart are nothing alike.” Applesun glared at Birchpaw making him shuffle back from her a little. “Yes, we fought for the clearing and we learned from the loss of our clanmates it was pointless, the clans are always looking to expand their borders.” Applesun sighed. “If only Toadstar was still here.”
“You must’ve been close with him, huh.” Birchpaw meowed. “You’re a senior warrior of the clan seeing such change happen to your clan must be hard to accept.”
“We were mates of course we were close.” Applesun huffed. “Pretty soon what happens to Marshclan won’t be my problem, as long as Blackheart is leading the clan we won’t stay in this forest.”
“We?” Birchpaw echoed. “You mean Yellowfang and the others, Blackheart has the clans looking out for you all. Did you all really attack him for becoming leader?”
“When Stormstar and Halfjump didn’t come back from battle with the rogues something seemed wrong. Without a leader or deputy the clan was going into a panic and Blackheart decides to take the position for himself, a cat like him shouldn’t be leader.” Applesun growled.
“So Starclan didn’t choose him.” Birchpaw meowed. “Why not tell Kestrelstar and the other leaders. They can help run him out the forest, right?”
“A clan fighting with itself on the inside does not look good and asking the other clans for help looks worst, asking for their help would make Marshclan look weak.” Applesun rasped. “Leaving the clan was our only option.” “I don’t think so.” Birchpaw huffed. “I met a apprentice from your clan, Vinepaw. He was acting odd and it seems things are getting worst in Marshclan and they help. Running away seems selfish to me.” Birchpaw meowed before scrambling back from Applesun as she lunged forward, he wasn’t sure if her claws were unsheathed but didn’t want to take a chance and find out. “Hey! Do you have bees in your brain?”
“Someone who isn’t Clanborn won’t understand.” Applesun sneered lashing her tail back and forth. “Leader’s word is law if the clan see Blackheart as leader and rally with him than those against him don’t have a place in the clan. The clans work different from you rogues.”
Birchpaw hissed at Applesun bristling in anger. “Fine. I should’ve figured Clanborn warriors would be too stubborn to listen or even ask for help. I'm only listening to my leader word and working after you.”
Birchpaw looked up to see Embercreek and Spotteddust make their way over to them jerked his paw toward Applesun. “Be careful around her. She or the other elders might attack you while your back is turned.”
“Thank you but we should be able to manage them.” Embercreek meowed. “A warrior or two will be watching them.”
“Why don’t you go find something useful to do.” Spotteddust grumbled. “Apprentice always somewhere they’re not need.”
Embercreek gave Birchpaw nudge and flicked her tail toward the bramble tunnel. “Why don’t you go join a patrol. I think Hawksplash is leading one to Flat Rocks.” Hawksplash was at the tunnel with Flintpaw, Specklefur and Smokepoppy.
Birchpaw huffed giving Embercreek a quick nod before padding off to join the patrol when Hawksplash turned to him nodding in a greeting. “Hello, Birchpaw.” Hawksplash meowed. “Joining us on patrol today, it’s always nice to visit Flat Rocks in Greenleaf especially when the sun is high.”
“Yeah, I think I need a moment out of camp.” Birchpaw nodded glance over his shoulder. “Rebuilding the camp defenses is exhausting.”
“Well we better get going.” Hawksplash meowed leading the patrol out the half finish tunnel and toward Flat Rocks. Birchpaw tasted the air as they padded through the undergrowth, the clan would be on the lookout for the other former warriors of Marshclan and any rogues, hearing the sound of the stream pulled Birchpaw’s attention back to the patrol.
“Why do we check this border so much?” Flintpaw huffed. “We can’t swim like Floodclan if they wanted to, they could easy attack us for it.”
“We mark it so they know we won’t give it up so easily.” Hawksplash meowed. “Beside we might have some use for the stream soon.” Hawksplash glance back at Birchpaw. “You can teach the clan one day how to swim and fish.”
“It won’t be easy but I can try.” Birchpaw purred before noticing Flintpaw rolling his eyes at him. “If the clan learned how to swim, I bet Floodclan would be surprised seeing us coming on their territory.”
“That would be something.” Specklefur added. “Give them their own taste of a surprise attack from the water. When was the last time we were in battle against Floodclan?”
“I believe when Gullstar was leader.” Smokepoppy meowed. “We all were young warriors back than but for Kestrelstar and others it seems like a lifetime ago.”
“Was Kestrelstar deputy back then?” Birchpaw asked curios to hear more about his leader’s past.
“She wasn’t deputy just yet.” Hawksplash meowed. “Hazelstar is only a moon older than her but he was deputy after Gooseleg was lost during a storm.”
“Such a flashy leader don’t you think.” Smokepoppy huffed. “He has always been keen to show off to other clans even as a warrior.”
Specklefur and Hawksplash both nodded rumbling with laughter. “By the time Kestrelstar was made deputy she was also expecting her kits. It was surprising to see her made deputy.” “Why is that?” Birchpaw asked.
“She leads the clan after the leader, if she has to raise her kits then she can’t be into two places at once.” Specklefur meowed before sighing. “Kestrelstar had to make sacrifices for the clan.” Birchpaw gave a puzzling look getting ready to ask when Hawksplash rose his tail grabbing their attention. “We can finish telling stories later right now we have to mark the border so everyone needs to focus.”
Nearing the Flat Rocks the patrol started marking the borders, Birchpaw neared the stream edge looking at his reflection when a meow grabbed his attention and saw Sprucepaw standing on the other side. “You shouldn’t stand so close to the edge.” Sprucepaw meowed. “No one in your clan could save you.”
“Well I think I would manage if I fell in.” Birchpaw smirked. “I am not afraid to get my paws wet.”
“Oh, really. Everyone tries to be brave around water but the moment they fall in the water they panic.” Sprucepaw smirked. “Water and panic don’t mix with cats.”
“Who are you talking with Sprucepaw?” A voice turned Sprucepaw attention around as a black and white tom padded up. “An Oakclan apprentice?” He narrowed his green eyes at Birchpaw.
“Just asking if any rogues have been sighted.” Sprucepaw meowed. “Is that okay Troutclaw?”
“Where’s the rest of your patrol?” Troutclaw rasped. “Is Oakclan allowing their apprentice to wondered and mark the border alone?”
“Of course not, Troutclaw.” Hawksplash meowed coming over. “We’re checking the borders as usual for any trespassers. Any strange scents on your side?”
“No, we probably won’t deal with the rogues like the other clans. Floodclan is covered in water which most cats don’t like their paws to get wet.” Troutclaw meowed. “If anyone crossed over our borders, they wouldn’t stand a chance against a patrol.”
“Ah, that’s good to hear.” Hawksplash nodded. “Well I’m sure you have busy with other things to deal with small talk.”
Troutclaw scoffed turning away. “We don’t have time to sunbath on the rocks. Come along Sprucepaw, we have training to do.”
“See you around, Birchpaw.” Sprucepaw flickered his tail. “Make sure to stay away from the water.” Sprucepaw padded after Troutclaw as they disappeared into the tall grass.
“It’s not easy speaking with Troutclaw.” Hawksplash meowed. “At times like this other clans will be looking for any chance to take more territory.”
“Flat rocks would be really for them to patrol, why fight us for it when they still have the stream?’ Birchpaw asked. “It would be pointless.”
“Well the river changed the land over the moons, maybe Floodclan has less territory then the other clans. Hazelstar doesn’t seem to share the same interest for it like his previous leader.” Hawksplash meowed.
“Not like Blackheart.” Birchpaw meowed. “Would you follow a cat that claimed Starclan choose them? Applesun and others are very against him being leader.”
“I understand where they are coming from. For them, Blackheart does not seem like a desirable choice. I would follow my leader but if they do things that harm the clan than it’s a different story.” Hawksplash meowed. “We better get back to camp and see if the other patrols found anything.”
Birchpaw nodded following the patrol back to camp upon their return, Birchpaw noticed the bramble tunnel was almost finish and Waspsting was sitting guard. Slipping into the camp after Flintpaw, he noticed Blackpaw standing by the fresh kill pile and padded over to him. “Hey Blackpaw. Find anything while on patrol?” He asked.
“I wish.” Blackpaw huffed. “Thistleleaf had me gathering thickets for the bramble tunnel then sent me hunting. My paws would be sore if I did anything else.”
“Maybe your mouth should be sore from all your talking.” Mudpaw came over placing a vole in the pile. “I’m surprise prey didn’t hear you coming.”
“Aw, what’s wrong did you get a thorn struck in your paw after missing that mouse.” Blackpaw teased. “They hear heavy paw steps before hearing your voice.”
Mudpaw hissed glaring at Blackpaw. “You’re probably one of the reasons we’re being held back from becoming warriors.”
“That’s not true. Maybe Kestrelstar and your mentor don’t believe you're ready yet.” Blackpaw huffed. “Don’t get your whiskers in a knot if we’re made warriors before you.”
“We’ve been training longer and older yet you get sent to Star Cavern with Kestrelstar.” Hailpaw meowed coming over. “I guess we should expect them to be chosen over us since both are Kestrelstar’s kit and apprentice, they get all the special attention.”
“We’re not getting all the attention.” Birchpaw meowed placing his tail on Blackpaw’s shoulder. “Last I checked Blackpaw, we’re not whining like kits when we don’t get our way maybe you go back to the nursey if you going to complain about everything.”
Hailpaw hissed at Birchpaw raking her claws along the ground tearing up dirt and grass. “Say that again you fox-heart.” She snarled.
“Don’t start throwing out insults now because I am right.” Birchpaw smirked. “Cry and complain all you like but that won’t change anything, just as Blackpaw said maybe your mentors don’t believe you are ready and probably will be watching us become warriors before you one day.”
“We’ll probably get apprentice before you both on day too.” Blackpaw purred. “I can see us now training the future warriors of the clan.”
“When hedgehogs fly!” Hailpaw hissed taking a step toward Birchpaw. “You don’t belong in the clan or at least this clan. How about you go join Floodclan since you like swimming so much or how about you go join those rogues roaming into our territory, I bet you’ll feel right at home.”
Birchpaw bristled at Hailpaw narrowing his eyes waiting for her to attack him when he noticed Newtshine making his way over to them. “Apprentices shouldn’t be fighting each other unless it for battle training. Do we have a problem here?”
“Mudpaw and Hailpaw are complaining as usual about not being picked for anything.” Blackpaw meowed.
“Complaining about not getting picked for anything.” Newtshine rose a ‘bow’ at the two apprentices. “If that’s the case I have a good task for you both and it involves feeding the elders and queens.” Newtshine pointed his tail at the fresh kill pile. “Now.”
Mudpaw pinned his ears back before grabbing a mouse and vole padding off toward the elders den. Hailpaw glared at Birchpaw before grabbing a squirrel and followed after Mudpaw. Birchpaw huffed watching them go and guess they didn’t expect for Newtshine to send them off to care for the elders and queens.
“Thank you, Newtshine.” Birchpaw meowed dripping his head to the deputy.
“Yeah. Hailpaw was going to pounce on Birchpaw as if he was a mouse.” Blackpaw meowed,
“You shouldn’t have to thank me and I shouldn’t have to talk to two of our older apprentices like that.” Newtshine meowed. “Some apprentices like to boss others around as if they were warriors. Don’t worry when you all are warriors and get older, you’ll look back on your apprentice days and laugh about it.”
“Do you do that with the warriors you shared the apprentice den with?” Birchpaw asked.
“Yes, it’s nice to recall those days with them.” Newtshine meowed looking around the camp. “I know two warriors that Mudpaw and Hailpaw remind me of. In fact, I recall during my last moon as apprentice someone mentor being almost as hyper as them.” Newtshine nodded at Blackpaw.
“Thistleleaf was like me as an apprentice. That’s impossible.” Blackpaw snorted.
“It is hard might be hard to believe but that probably why Kestrelstar choose him to be you mentor.” Newtshine purred. “Why don’t you two take some prey and return to the apprentice den, patrols will be starting before dawn can break into camp.” Newtshine meowed crossing the clearing to join Dapplebreeze.
“Let’s share this mouse.” Blackpaw meowed grabbing a mouse and lead them back to the apprentice den and they settled down to eat. “Apprentices getting jealous over each other is something that always happens glad to see you not letting Mudpaw and the others ruffle your fur.” Blackpaw said before taking a bite.
“We’re not leaving the clan anytime soon so they’re stuck with us.” Birchpaw meowed biting into the mouse and looked around the camp. “Could you follow a leader like Blackheart?”
Blackpaw swallowed another bite turning to Birchpaw. “You’ve really been asking a ton of questions since the gathering.” He huffed. “I don’t really know, Kestrelstar been leader for moons now. I know one day she won’t be leader anymore but I don’t think she would allow the clan to fall apart like Marshclan. Why are you so worry about Marshclan anyway?”
“I just find everything odd.” Birchpaw meowed. “Applesun said she and the other senior warriors were against it because a cat like him shouldn’t be leader and then there’s Vinepaw.”
“Another Marshclan cat that you made friends with.” Blackpaw smirked. “Careful or the clan will think you’re betray them.”
“I am not friends with any of them but at the gathering Vinepaw seem nervous and I think he wanted to tell me something.” Birchpaw meowed.
“What could he possibly want to tell you?” Blackpaw asked.
“That’s what I want to know but I can’t just walk into Marshclan camp and ask him.” Birchpaw rasped before noticing a patrol coming into camp grabbing everyone attention. “What’s happened now.”
Blackpaw shrugged as they padded over to hear the news from Lionshade’s patrol. Newtshine and Kestrelstar pushed their way to the front of the gathering cats.
“Has something happened Lionshade?” Kestrelstar asked.
“We came by a Basinclan’s patrols as far as the Island, which they never really come that far.” Lionshade meowed. “They say rogues are coming closer to their camp and attacking patrols for their prey. They followed a scent trail over the border and it stopped at Island.”
“Those mangy-flea brains dare step on the Island were we holding gatherings!” Brackenthroat hissed. “What’s next they take shelter there and we’re not allow to be there for gatherings?”
“These rogues are certainly bold to attack patrols for prey and coming so close to a clan’s camp.” Waselfur meowed. “If a clan isn’t careful, they’ll raid their camp.”
“Raid it for what?” Littlefeather asked. “Taking the prey a patrol worked so hard to catch isn’t enough. Do they plan to run a clan out of their own territory?”
“We don’t know.” Kestrelstar meowed waving her tail to grab everyone’s attention. “We can’t take any chances with these rogues. If we have to patrols will be sent out before dawn to hunt and marked the borders.”
“We should find those rouges and attack them back.” Mottleblaze growled. “We should also visit Marshclan for attacking not once but twice. Are we going allow them to get away with that and continuing marking the border at the clearing?”
Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze fur bristled and he raked his claws along the dirt. The wiry dark tom was at it again trying to rally the clan behind his ideas. “It makes Oakclan look weak if we don’t attack! Marshclan and those rogues need to be taught a lesson!” Mottleblaze yowled once again gaining few nods and meows of support. “We should attack their patrols or better yet we should raid their camp and say we do it now.”
“We will deal with Marshclan in time.” Kestrelstar mewed. “Now we should focus on rebuilding the camp defense and make sure our borders are marked.”
Mottleblaze whipped around glaring at Kestrelstar lashing his tail. “If we continue sitting on our paws like this then we’ll be the clan Marshclan drives out. Is that what you want?” the clan broke out in mumbles.
“Kestrelstar is saying we need to be patient and wait.” Newtshine mewed trying to help calm the clan down before turning to Mottleblaze. “As the clan leader it’s her decision whether or not we attack.”
“We look like mouse hearts allowing them to get away with it!” Mottleblaze hissed stepping toward the deputy. Birchpaw remember Mottleblaze was first to challenge Newtshine about bringing them back to camp now he was challenging Kestrelstar and Newtshine in front of the clan.
“As a senior warrior you should lead the clan by example and protect the clan as your leader and deputy tells you.” Newtshine hissed before turning to the clan. “Kestrelstar knows the right course of action the clan needs to take, she led us through worst and she’ll do it again.”
Birchpaw watched as the clan nodded more with Newtshine then with Mottleblaze, sure in heat of the moment Mottleblaze could gain allies to take in battle with him but Kestrelstar was leader not him, the clan would listen to her words and the words of their deputy until the very end.
“Thank you, Newtshine.” Kestrelstar mewed resting her tail on his shoulder stepping toward Mottleblaze. “I hear your concerns Mottleblaze and as always the clan appreciates your determination to protect this clan but the clan shouldn’t not rush forward into battle with knowing the truth of everything.”
Mottleblaze sneered opening his jaw to speak again but Kestrelstar cut him off before he got the chance to speak. “As Newtshine said as the clan's leader, I will decide if we attack or not and as of now, I want my clan to protect and support each other if we are going to attack Marshclan and those rogues we need to be united better than they can ever be.”
“Kestrelstar is right.” Sparrowspots meowed. “Blackstar must be having a time controlling those rogues as if they were clanmates and we know some cats have a tough time following the rules.”
“One moment they agree and the next they’re arguing. We can use that to our advantage one day.” Thistleleaf added. “If we’re lucky perhaps they’ll attack each other.”
“That would be a good thing. Those rogues must have a leader who is challenging Blackstar.” Hawksplash meowed. “It would be sad to see a clan tear itself apart but maybe Blackstar will learn from his mistake and drive them out.” “Drive them out or not, a leader who can’t control their warriors or protect their clan will also be drive out.” Dapplebreeze rasped. “We do better waiting when the clan is broken and weak to attack them.”
The clan seemed to be more in agreement with Kestrelstar now than ever. Mottleblaze might have supporters but even he had to know this would be the better way to go about getting revenge on Marshclan. Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze pin his ears back and stomped away to the edge of the camp watching the clan agree with more suggestions.
“I will try to speak with Hazelstar and Stagstar about the Blackstar and his rogues.” Kestrelstar rasped bring everyone attention back on her. “The clans have a common enemy it may not be all of Marshclan but we have decided were we all stand with Blackstar's leadership for all we know it could lead to the downfall of everything. For now everyone should return to their nest for the night.” Kestrelstar made her way through the gathered cats with Newtshine, Lionsade, and Thistleleaf as they padded over to her den.
“Mottleblaze was really trying to ruff up fur just now.” Birchpaw meowed to Blackpaw. “Does he think the clan will actually side with him over Kestrelstar and Newtshine.”
“Normal Mottleblaze honestly.” Blackpaw snorted. “He like’s bossing everyone around as if he’s leader or deputy, everyone is used to it but today did seem he was being really pushy. He really wants to get back at Marshclan for attacking us.”
“Think he’ll gather some warriors to join him in a raid against Marshclan?” Birchpaw asked he could definitely see Mottleblaze doing that and say he did for the clan’s benefit.
“Against Kestrelstar’s order!” Blackpaw huffed. “If he wants to get banish from the clan that’s the fastest way to get there. The warrior code says the leader’s word is law.” Blackpaw flickered his tail through the air. “He might not like it but he has to listen to Kestrelstar until she’s not leader and after that he’ll have to listen to Newtshine or whoever becomes leader after them.”
As Birchpaw and Blackpaw neared the apprentice den they noticed Cloudpaw eating a raven. “That’s a nice raven you got there, Cloudpaw. I’m surprise Mottleblaze isn’t shouting out praises for you catching it.” Blackpaw meowed.
“Thanks.” Cloudpaw meowed looking up from his meal. “I got lucky when catching it, I didn’t do anything special.” “Well it’s special enough.” Birchpaw purred. “Is training going well with Mottleblaze? He seems to be on edgy about Marshclan.”
Cloudpaw shifted on his paws nodding his head. “Everything is fine, Mottleblaze is being just Mottleblaze.” He meowed taking another bite of his raven. “We patrol the Clearing almost every day and Marshclan scent is everywhere. He’s just wants to protect the clan.”
Birchpaw gave Cloudpaw a puzzling look before shrugging his shoulders, he really didn’t expect Cloudpaw to defend his mentor actions given the older tom was always hard on him but Cloudpaw seemed calmer than normal. “If you say so. Don’t spend to long out here when your nest is waiting for you.”
Cloudpaw flicker his ears toward Birchpaw keeping his attention on his meal. Birchpaw slipped into the den after Blackpaw padding over to their nest. “He seems to be doing better.”
“Give it a day or two and Cloudpaw will be back to being jumpy Cloudpaw.” Blackpaw yawned circling down into his nest. “Something will make him panic and watch over his shoulders as always. Let’s sleep before we get sent on a night patrol.” Blackpaw curled up covering his muzzle with his tail.
Birchpaw huffed knowing Blackpaw wasn’t trying to be mean but his words more teasing toward Cloudpaw and not helpful. Birchpaw noticed another figure pushed their way into the den and Darkpaw made her way to her nest. “Everything okay, Darkpaw?” Birchpaw asked as she settled into her nest.
“Everything is fine.” Darkpaw huffed. “I wish this whole thing with Marshclan and the rogues will end. We’re running back and forth to the borders before long our paws will be raw.”
“Don’t worry.” Birchpaw meowed. “I’m sure things will end soon and who knows Kestrelstar might make us warriors after everything. If you want, we can visit the stream for your paws maybe tomorrow?” “I hope so.” Darkpaw meowed then give a small nod flicking her tail. “Maybe we can visit the stream tomorrow if Lionshade allows us to take a break. It’ll be nice.” She curled up in her nest closing her eyes to sleep. “Good night.”
“Night.” Birchpaw purred shifting in his nest to sleep for the night. Tomorrow would be here before he knew it and the clan would start going back to normal while keeping a watchful eye on Marshclan’s border and Mottleblaze call for battle replayed over in his head, just how far would the tom go to get his way in the clan and was he really determined to go against Kestrelstar orders to do it. Birchpaw let out a sigh curling up into a tighter ball and drifted off to sleep. A jab to Birchpaw’s side pulled him out of his slumber and he looked around the den before resting his eyes on Lilypaw and gave an annoyed glare at his sister. “Why are you waking me up so early?”
“It’s not that early, mouse-brain.” Lilypaw meowed. “Newtshine’s dawn patrol is already back and two patrols have been sent out. Time for you to get up, Icebright says we’re going on a special mission.” Lilypaw turned around slipping out the den leaving Birchpaw in his nest.
Birchpaw looked around the den and the only other nests that were empty was Mudpaw and Flintpaw. Special mission. Birchpaw stretched out before stepping out his nest. That’s something to tell kits to keep them busy. Padding out the den, Birchpaw saw Lilypaw gathered with Icebright, Waspsting, Littlefeather, and Kestrelstar with a sigh he made his way over to the group.
“Ah, now that Birchpaw is here we can start.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Icebright will lead a patrol to Basinclan requesting that I wish to speak with Stagstar, Basinclan patrols often start early by sending a scouting patrol so you’ll do better to go now.”
“Are we supposed to wait at the edge of the border for a patrol to cross our path?” Waspsting asked. “we’ll be there all day if so.”
“That’s why I want you all to wait for a while before returning to camp” Kestrelstar rasped. “It’s better to have patrol rotate there rather having Birchpaw swim across.”
Waspsting glance over at him and he wished one of the first faces he was greeted by wasn’t Waspsting. He didn’t want to deal with the ginger and white tom glare at him during the whole patrol and treating him like a kit. A nudge from Lilypaw grabbed his attention as Icebright started leading the patrol of camp, he followed after his sister as they took the back of the patrol.
“Why did Kestrelstar have to assign Waspsting to join this patrol?” He whispered to Lilypaw. “He going to watch over us and try to boss us around by reminding us that we’re not Clanborn.”
“Waspsting isn’t all that bad.” Lilypaw mewed. “He’s kind of nice when you get to know him.”
Birchpaw gave Lilypaw a puzzled look before looking ahead at Waspsting and turned back to her. “He’s nice? Get your head out the clouds. How do you know he’s nice?”
“I know because I try talking to him and get to know him when on patrols, you know like a clanmate.” Lilypaw rasped. “You two would get along if you give him a chance.”
Birchpaw huffed shaking his head. “Not a chance, don’t forget he’s one of the warriors who would love to see us leave. Why are you talking to him?” Birchpaw gave a small smirk. “Don’t tell me you like him and you start hanging around him.”
“Oh, like how you hang around with Darkpaw.” Lilypaw teased back giving him a playful nudge. “Even promised to take her to Flat Rocks.”
Birchpaw felt his ears heat up at the notion that something was happening between him and Darkpaw. “I have no idea what you mean.” He huffed before seeing the edge of the forest nearing and the two-leg bridge that connected to the Island.
“Now there has been reports of rogue activity on the Island so everyone focus and call out anything suspicious.” Icebright meowed before leading them cross the border and over the bridge. “Hopefully, we can meet a Basinclan patrol and ask them to escort to Floodclan border.”
“I prefer not to go for a swim today.” Waspsting grumbled. “At times like this I wish there was a crossway into their territory.”
“While that would be nice, our relationship with Floodclan is good now.” Littlefeather meowed. “We’re basically allies now that Hazelstar is leader.”
Waspsting scoffed at the older white she cat. “We’re allies because of Kestrelstar and Hazelstar friendship. How long before Hazelstar takes avenge of that or is Kestrelstar waiting for the right moment.”
“You know you be friends with other warriors without wanting something in return.” Icebright rasped. “Kestrelstar has had a healthy relationship with Hazelstar and his brother, Leopardshine before you were born, and that relationship keeps our clans safe. Badgerclaw’s death is a reminder of that.”
“Badgerclaw?” Birchpaw asked padding up beside Littlefeather to hear Icebright better. “Who’s that?” “Badgerclaw was Kestrelstar’s littermate, he’s also Hawksplash father. We were apprentices together back then along with Lionshade and Ravendust under Sweetstar's leadership.” Icebright meowed. “We were well into our warriorhood when Badgerclaw’s patrol encountered a fox at Flat Rocks and even through a Floodclan patrol lead by Leopardshine crossed the stream to help, Badgerclaw died of his wounds protecting an apprentice.” “That’s terrible.” Lilypaw mewed. “Kestrelstar must been devastated to lose her brother.”
“She was and the whole clan was grieving alongside her.” Icebright nodded. “Don’t forget about his mate, Ravendust Hawksplash mother, I believe the loss of her mate so suddenly took a toll on her.”
“I remember that.” Littlefeather meowed. “Me and Hawksplash become nestmates, my mother took him in after Ravendust died days after his kitting.” Littlefeather rasped and Birchpaw noticed the soft look in her eyes. “And Kestrelstar visited him almost every day just as she did with Blackpaw.”
“Whatever happen to Kestrelstar other kits?” Lilypaw asked.
“Well sadly, Kestrelstar kitten was hard on her and three of her kits never made it.” Littlefeather meowed. “With only two left, it seemed they would make it but one was taken.”
“Taken?” Birchpaw repeated. “Taken by what? Did something sneak into the camp and actually steal a kit?”
“The clan was dealing with so much, we had rogues roaming around through they weren’t causing so much trouble and fighting over the borders.” Icebright meowed as they crossed over the second twoleg bridge and stopped at the edge of Basinclan border. “We try not talk about it around Kestrelstar or Blackpaw, but everyone believes in something different. Such as a rogue broken into the nursery and took her kit, others believe it was fox or badger.”
“Then there’s cats like Spotteddust who believe Starclan took her kit away as punishment.” Littlefeather meowed looking around before sitting down.
Birchpaw frowned at the mention of Spotteddust, Embercreek claimed he had moments he was kind and caring but he actually go around saying Kestrelstar and Blackpaw was caused. “Punishment for what?”
“Who knows.” Icebright shrugged sitting down wrapping his tail around his paws. “Spotteddust started acting odd back then about many warriors, even his mentor Brightcloud was confused by his actions. Sadly, it seems his time as the clan’s medicine cat will be ending.”
“Embercreek will be the clan only medicine cat.” Waspsting meowed with a hint of pride in his voice and Lilypaw gave him a nudge.
“I don’t think you should be excited about that.” She meowed.
“That’s not what I meant. It’s just Spotteddust makes everyone scared of him, how can we trust him to heal our wounds when he’s going on about something like a mad rabbit, yelling at us or judging our actions.” Waspsting huffed. “The clan needs a kind medicine cat like Embercreek to look after it. He’ll be missed but Embercreek isn’t an apprentice anymore, she can manage it.”
“Maybe he'll retire to the elders' den by Leaf-bare but Spotteddust has always been stubborn.” Icebright added. “Let’s focus on finding a patrol before returning to camp, maybe we can hunt if time allows.”
Birchpaw looked out at the territory before them, it was hard to see any moving among the trees and spotting a patrol over a hill would take time. If they could just cross the border and run into a patrol it would be easier but not without a fight happening.
Moments passed with no sight of a Patrol, Birchpaw looked over at Icebright wondering when was going to call it so they could head over to Floodclan. When the golden-brown tom stood up and stretched out his paws, Birchpaw figured he was about to lead the patrol away when a yowl grabbed their attention. Standing on a raised hill was a cat but Birchpaw couldn’t tell who the cat was.
The cat looked away before turning back and started leading a patrol their way. The rest of the patrol got to their paws as they approached and Lilypaw gave a cheerful meow. “I know that cat in the lead, it’s Nightpaw.” She said as the patrol stopped at the edge of the border.
“It’s Nightstone now.” Nightstone meowed puffing out his chest.
“You got your warrior name.” Lilypaw purred. “congratulations.”
“Enough with the praise.” Waspsting scoffed. “we are here on other matters.”
“yes, why is a Oakclan patrol waiting so patiently at our border?” the reddish-brown tom beside Nightstone asked, it was Adderflame, he help escort Kestrelstar patrol to Star Cavern.
“Short and Simple, Kestrelstar wishes to speak with Stagstar.” Icebright meowed.”
“Speak with him about what?” A brown she cat asked stepping forward. “Where would this meeting be held? Don’t think we’ll come back to your camp or let you in ours.”
“It can be at the island if that works, Tinystripe.” Icebright meowed. “it’ll be a meeting a between leaders, deputies and medicine cats, think of it as an emergency meeting and it'll tomorrow by sunrise.” “Emergency meeting?” A ginger and white repeated tom meowed. “We never did that before. Why not wait until the next gathering?”
“Kestrelstar says this cannot wait until then.” Littlefeather rasped. “If Stagstar wishes to join, she will be waiting there.”
Birchpaw watched Nightstone patrol look at each other, guessing they were deciding if they should trust them and take this information back to Stagstar. It was all unexpected suddenly and with the rogues, everyone would be reluctant to attend a meeting outside a gathering.
“We’ll pass this to Stagstar when we get back. Now if that’s everything you all can return back to Oakclan.” Nightstone meowed.
“Would it be a problem to escort us to Floodclan border?” Icebright meowed. “You border with them is so much easier to cross and it’ll safe our patrols time.”
“Have you gotten mouse brain with age, Icebright?” The red and white tom meowed. “If they see our patrols together, they’ll think were allies. You have time to sit here and wait, your patrols can wait by the water edge for them.”
“It was worth a try, Owlwind.” Icebright shrugged. Birchpaw wondered if Icebright was serious considering of all the cats in the clan, he was the most laid-back warrior even more than the elders. “We better head back before we lost any more daylight.” Icebright nodded to Nightstone and the patrol before leading them back over the bridge and toward camp.
Birchpaw pushed his way into camp with the mouse he caught and was greeted by Waselfur, nodding to the brown tom as he approached him. “There you are.” Waselfur meowed. “Something is happening with Sage. Hawksplash ran cross camp to get Spotteddust and Embercreek.”
“What!” Birchpaw bounded across the clearing dropping his mouse at the fresh kill and continued over to the nursery where Lakeshade and Fawnbrook were laying nearby watching Lakeshade kits play. “Did something happen?” He asked the queens.
Fawnbrook gave no response and Lakeshade shrugged at him. “We got out of the way for the medicine cats. Hawksplash was in a panic.”
Birchpaw slipped into the den seeing Hawksplash shifting on his paws as Spotteddust and Embercreek stood over Sage. Applewillow was still in her nest quietly watching. “What happened? Are you okay, Sage?”
“Sage was complaining about her stomach hurting so I run to get Spotteddust and Embercreek.” Hawksplash meowed before turning back to Spotteddust and Embercreek. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything seems fine.” Embercreek meowed. “Kits tend to move around the closer it time for them to be born.” “You caused a panic for nothing. I told you I was fine.” Sage rasped.
“We don’t need extra worry Hawksplash. Why not let the queens get us next time.” Spotteddust meowed leaving the den. “I don’t need you barging into the den causing a mess.”
Birchpaw felt relieved and Applewillow let out a purr of laughter. “I never seen a tom spend so much time around the nursery. You’re not going to faint when the kits are born, are you?” “I don’t think I never seen Hawksplash move so fast. You crossed the clearing so fast before we could grab any herbs.” Embercreek purred padding out the den. “Let me know if anything else happens.”
Hawksplash settled down beside Sage nest with a soft look in his eyes as he sighed. “Kits born early can be at risk and kits too late can at risk as well as Sage's own health. You can never be too sure.”
Birchpaw figured he was talking about his own mother and knew how it felt to never get the chance to know his mother when his own died during his kittening along with one of his littermates. Birchpaw padded out the nursery noticing Lilypaw sitting at the entrance.
“Is everything okay? Embercreek said the kits are just being active.” Lilypaw meowed as they padded away from the nursery.
“Yeah, is all okay.” Birchpaw huffed. “Guess having Hawksplash hover over Sage all the time will play off.”
“Of course, I don’t think he’ll be leaving the nursery anytime soon.” Lilypaw purred going over to the fresh kill pile.
Birchpaw looked around the clearing seeing that Hawksplash commotion had stirred the camp awake and Birchpaw couldn’t help but purr. The clan had been busy patrolling and dealing with Blackheart, the mood in the camp felt damped so maybe talk about kits being born would help lighten the mood.
As Birchpaw scanned the camp his glaze rested on the elders den where Applesun seemed to be sunning herself and Reedstripe was laying nearby watching her or sleep himself. What Birchpaw saw next confused him causing to him give his eyes a quick wash. Sitting beside Applesun was a dark brown tom with amber eyes, he seemed to be transparent and he wondered if anyone else in the camp could see him. Birchpaw watched the tom turn from Applesun to him and felt his pelt being to prickle wondering if he was going to say something to him but only gave a soft look.
Birchpaw blinked and the tom seemed to disappear, was he a Starclan cat if so how was Birchpaw able to see him outside his dreams. Birchpaw felt a shiver go along his spine and he shuddered before turning around making his way toward the medicine cat den, surely Spotteddust and Embercreek had to know what was going on. Chapter 10 Approaching the den, Birchpaw peaked inside seeing the medicine cats at the back of the den organizing herbs and slipped inside taking a deep breath then exhaled hoping they didn’t think he was going crazy.
Embercreek turned around noticing his presence and placed her herbs down. “Oh, Birchpaw. Has something else happened?”
“Nothing else had better happened.” Spotteddust huffed turning around. “Can we get one moment to finish organizing our stock.”
“Well, I know this going to sound crazy, but I saw this…” Birchpaw stopped short as Kestrelstar entered the den and everyone dipped their head to her.
“Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I wanted to speak with Spotteddust and Embercreek about tomorrow.” Kestrelstar mewed.
“Birchpaw was about to tell us something.” Embercreek meowed. “Go on and continue perhaps Kestrelstar would like to hear what you saw.”
Birchpaw shifted on his paws glancing at Kestrelstar who gave him a small nod. “As I was saying I saw this cat in the camp sitting beside Applesun. It was dark brown tom with amber eyes, and he was transparent almost like a Starclan cat but no stars were in his pelt.”
The den grew silent as Birchpaw noticed the older cats around him give him a wide-eyed puzzled look and he knew for sure they had to be thinking he had gone crazy.
“Did this cat say anything?” Spotteddust rasped breaking the silence.
“No, but he seemed sad about something.” Birchpaw meowed. “I never seen a Starclan cat outside my dreams before. Do they normally do that?”
“No, they don’t.” Kestrelstar mewed narrowing her eyes. “you said you never seen one outside your dreams. What Starclan filled dreams have you been having Birchpaw?”
Birchpaw felt he done something wrong by mentioning the dark brown tom and his dreams with Starclan. “There was one before we bought Applesun and the others back to the camp actually before we found them. A Starclan cat came to me saying I needed to find the allies of the storm to cast out the darkness.” Birchpaw meowed seeing another puzzled look on the older cats. “There was this other time well before we joined the clan some cats came to me about a fire and darkness, at the time I didn’t know they were Starclan cats through.” “Allies of the storm?” Embercreek meowed. “They must mean the warriors who are against Blackheart being Marshclan leader. They were loyal to Stormstar.”
“It also means your vision is true.” Spotteddust meowed. “Starclan couldn’t just tell us everything but instead sent the message to an apprentice.”
“What vision?” Birchpaw perked up.
“Starclan showed Embercreek a vision of Stormstar trapped in a twoleg den.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Is this way you been so concerned about Marshclan?”
Birchpaw shook his head. “I was concerned because of Vinepaw, he’s a Marshclan apprentice and at the gathering he was acting strange about Blackheart claiming he was leader now. When I spoke with Applesun, I got the feeling her and the others didn’t want to leave but had to because it’s not their home anymore.”
“Which is understandable given Blackheart has taken over the clan with rogues alongside him.” Kestrelstar mewed. “This changes everything so let’s hope that Hazelstar and Stagstar will listen.”
A yowl filled the camp pulling all four cats out the den and just before Specklefur could reach the camp entrance to everyone’s surprise Vinepaw cam bursting to camp covered in blood with Smokepoppy just behind him.
“What happen?” Kestrelstar mewed padding over with Birchpaw Embercreek and Spotteddust along with other members of the clan, others were guarding the dens waiting for more unexpected visitors to arrive.
“Our patrol found him at the border being attacked by rogues.” Smokepoppy huffed. “I guess he had a sudden burst of energy and rushed toward the entrance before I could lead him in. Newtshine and the other should be right behind us.” Sure, enough as Smokepoppy finished Newtshine and the rest of the patrol padded into camp. “We chased those rogues back into Marshclan territory where they belong.” Newtshine meowed. “Couldn’t get much out of Vinepaw only that he wanted to talk with you, Kestrelstar. Claiming that Birchpaw said you would listen.”
Birchpaw perked up at the mention of his name and noticed warriors turn around looking at him. “What did you do?” Birchpaw glanced at Blackpaw as he whispered into his ear.
“First, let’s get his wounds look at.” Kestrelstar meowed nodding to Spotteddust and Embercreek. “Let's have a patrol sent back to the border in case Marshclan and their rogues decided to come looking for him.” Applesun pushed her way through the gather cats and nudged Vinepaw softly, helping guide him toward the medicine cat den. Birchpaw watched as another patrol was sent out and Spotteddust checked Newtshine’s patrol for wounds.
“You’re in so much trouble.” Blackpaw hissed as Thistleleaf came over. “Why in Starclan name would you tell him to come here?”
“I didn’t.” Birchpaw meowed. “He asked if I thought the leaders would listen to him about something and I said maybe Kestrelstar would.” He looked at Thistleleaf. “I didn’t know he was going do something like this.”
“You should’ve spoken to Kestrelstar about that.” Thistleleaf meowed. “It looks odd for different clan’s member to come into our camp claiming you promised something.”
“I didn’t promise anything.” Birchpaw meowed noticing cats already whispering something. Birchpaw pinned his ears back feeling anger ripple through him, he had no idea that Vinepaw would do something like this and now the clan probably sees him as a traitor.
Noticing Kestrelstar padding over he got ready to be scolded and wondered what punishment she had in mind him now, probably send him to look after the queens or forbid him from leaving the camp without a watchful eye. “Seems Vinepaw couldn’t wait any longer with his secret. I think it would help you are present when I speak with him, a sign of trust.” Kestrelstar meowed.
“Am I not in trouble?” Birchpaw asked feeling he would probably regret asking her but was better for him to know now then later.
“Trouble?” Kestrelstar rasped. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Marshclan is having a war from within, and I believe before long more warriors will want to leave the clan.” Kestrelstar meowed placing her tail on Birchpaw shoulder. “Although next time if you have a vision or something to share come to me or one of the medicine cats.”
Birchpaw nodded watching Kestrelstar walk away with Thistleleaf and turned to Blackpaw. “I told you something odd was happening with Marshclan. Or do you think I'm a traitor to the clan.”
“You’re far from being a traitor, Birchpaw. But concerning yourself with another clan seems odd.” Blackpaw meowed. “Maybe you’re meant to be a medicine cat apprentice. What vision did you have?”
“I don’t think I should share that yet with anyone.” Birchpaw meowed. “I couldn’t be a medicine cat; I don’t have the patience for that job.”
Blackpaw nudge his head into Birchpaw shoulder and gave him soft looker “I'm your best friend and you’re not going to share your secrets with me?”
Birchpaw playfully bushed him off flicking his tail. “Blackpaw, I'm not sure you could keep a secret.” Birchpaw purred padding away.
“We won’t know if we don’t try.” Blackpaw rasped bounding after him. “Come on, please tell me.”
After finishing a squirrel with Blackpaw, Birchpaw gave his pelt a quick wash noticing looks from members of the clan. The other patrol had returned from the border with no sign of the rogues crossing the border. Weaselfur padded over to them flicking his tail.
“Kestrelstar wants you to at her den. I think Vinepaw is well enough to speak now.” The small brown tom meowed. Birchpaw nodded getting to his paws and padded over to Kestrelstar den where he was greeted by Newtshine. “Let’s see if we can put an end to all the trouble Blackheart is causing.” Newtshine meowed leading him to the den. “Hopefully Vinepaw isn’t too shaken up to share what happened.”
Birchpaw padded in after Newtshine and saw Vinepaw knead down with Applesun beside him, Lionshade and Thistleleaf were also in the den and Embercreek. Birchpaw wondered why Spotteddust wasn’t present and finally rested his glaze on Kestrelstar who was sitting in the middle of den, who nodded to him.
“Now if you are ready, Vinepaw. Go ahead and share with everyone the events that lead to you coming here.” Kestrelstar rasped. “How are things going in Marshclan?”
Vinepaw looked at Applesun then back at Kestrelstar before sitting up straight taking in a deep before exhaling. “Things have gotten worse. We’re hardly a clan now its every cat for themselves really. I was sent on a patrol with Rustpaw and before I knew he and the rogues that came along attacked me.
“One of your own denmates attacked you. Luckily, our patrol was passing by to help you.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Why would Blackheart want an apprentice to be harmed in such a way?”
The den grew quiet as everyone waited for Vinepaw response, he shuffled on his paws before speaking. “It’s because I know what he did to Stormstar and Halfjump.”
“Our patrols had caught scent of the rogues for a few days and Stormstar decided to lead a patrol to find them.” Applesun added.
“After the battle with the rogues, everyone was returning to camp, but I remember Halfjump's leg was injured so I return to help Stormstar and Blackheart get him back home.” Vinepaw meowed. “When I got back, there was a large white tom standing over Halfjump body and Stormstar was pinned down by two other rogues before Blackheart bite into his neck.”
“Blackheart plotted against his own leader and deputy with some rogues.” Lionshade hissed. “He’s no warrior but a fox heart coward!”
“Now you understood why we left.” Applesun rasped. “He returns to camp claiming rogues came back and ambushed them then says Starclan choose him to be Leader.”
“How can Marshclan allow this to happen. What happened to Rainshadow and her apprentice, Blazepaw?” Embercreek asked.
“They’re safe but not allowed to leave the camp without a patrol.” Vinepaw meowed. “I don’t think he wants her going to Star Craven either. The clan is split with Blackheart followers and Oliver’s rogues then everyone else.” “Seems Marshclan is going through some dark times.” Newtshine meowed. “What of training and hunting? Are those who still believe the warrior code do their task?”
“We tried to.” Vinepaw nodded. “We claim half of the camp as ours and made our own fresh kill pile, the warriors try to train us but it’s hard to leave the queens and kits unguarded.”
“It is all very disturbing to hear about Vinepaw.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Were you able to share this with one else in the clan?”
“I was about to.” Vinepaw meowed looking at Birchpaw. “I remember you said sometimes telling a secret is better than keeping one. Snaildust is acting as deputy and believes Blackheart is leader but I bet if he and everyone else found out what really happened, they’ll stand against him.”
“Along with the other clans.” Kestrelstar mewed. “I believe that Blackheart will bring nothing but destruction to the forest and the clans must unite against him.” Birchpaw noticed a look of determination in Lionshade and Thistleleaf as they nodded, even Applesun nodded figuring now that she knew what was happening with the clan, she was willing to fight for it again. “Tomorrow morning, we will share this with Stagstar and Hazelstar, hopefully they will agree with us.”
Birchpaw stood beside Embercreek along with the small patrol of Lionshade, Dapplebreeze, Applesun, and Waselfur. Birchpaw saw the sun just beginning to raise to signal dawn and turned to Embercreek. “Do you think the other leaders will show?” He asked. “Would they even believe us?”
“I think they will and not like we had this type meeting before.” Embercreek meowed. “We have visions from Starclan about Stormstar and evidence against Blackheart. The fate of the clans relies on this meeting.”
Birchpaw hoped Embercreek was right about this, the other clans could see this as a power play by overthrowing Blackheart with the Marshclan cats that left the clan. Kestrelstar and Newtshine padded over leading the patrol out of camp and toward the Island where the meeting up be held. As the patrol cross the twoleg bridge and padded to the center there the gathering were held they were greeted by Hazelstar and Stagstar, Birchpaw was actually surprised they both showed up.
“You invited us here and show up late, Kestrelstar.” Hazelstar rumbled. “If it was Leaf-bare we would be frozen to death.”
“Well I can’t say I expected you both to come.” Kestrelstar mewed going over to sit between Hazelstar and Stagstar at the bottom of tree where the leader’s sat. “You brought a guest.” Kestrelstar nodded to the dark brown tom sitting nearby.
“Yes, why is a former Marshclan warrior here.” A dark reddish tom beside Stagstar meowed. “I thought it was a clan matter.”
“I figured this meeting had something to do with them and Yellowfang group has been lurking outside our territory.” Hazelstar huffed. “Kestrelstar wouldn’t not call this meeting for nothing.”
“That’s correct, Hazelstar.” Kestrelstar nodded. “I know we’ve all been on edge about the rogues, and it has come my attention that Blackheart has decide to align himself with them.”
Birchpaw noticed the gathered cats perk up as Kestrelstar continued. “We have learned at Blackheart along with the rogues attacked and killed Halfjump and Stormstar but it seems Stormstar is still alive.” Kestrelstar nodded to Embercreek.
“I was given a vision about Stormstar being held in a twoleg den with red stone.” Embercreek meowed then looked to the other medicine cats. “Have either of you been given a vision?”
Aspenwing, Floodclan’s medicine cat was the next to speak. “I had one showing me the water around the territory filled with blood.” She shuddered. “Maybe if Stormstar doesn’t return Blackheart will be the end of the clans.”
The dark reddish-brown tom, Crowfang, Basinclan medicine cat scoffed. “Well, I didn’t receive a vision or omen. If you ask me this seems mouse brain, does Starclan expect us to actually go and get Stormstar. It wasn’t the other clans' problem to begin with. Where did you get this information about Blackheart treason?
Birchpaw frowned at Crowfang, he knew every medicine cat was different, but did he not understand the situation they were being thrown in, this hardly seem like the time to care only for one clan.
“Vinepaw of Marshclan came and told us yesterday, he was the one witnessed Blackheart and the rogues that day.” Kestrelstar rasped. “In fact, it seems Blackheart wanted to have him killed so his secret wouldn’t be discovered.” “An apprentice.” Crowfang turned to Stagstar. “We shouldn’t get involved this is a Marshclan problem.”
“It all our problem, Crowfang.” Hazelstar meowed. “Those rogues and Blackheart have taken over a clan, imagine the hardships the remaining members of Marshclan are going through. Soon Blackheart will demand more territory for his clan, and we won’t be fighting normal warriors anymore.”
“That is why we must go and find Stormstar and return him to Marshclan.” Kestrelstar meowed. “One cat from each clan should go.”
“When do you suppose that group should leave if we all agreed on that decision?” Stagstar meowed. “As soon as possible.” Kestrelstar mewed. “I already have my chosen cat in mind and I believe they will assist the others traveling through the twoleg place.”
“Oh, you really thought this through.” Hazelstar meowed. “Well, Floodclan will be supporting this mission. We have to try something before things get worse.”
Birchpaw noticed a black and white tom perk up, if he recalled the tom was Sprucepaw mentor, Troutclaw. “Hazelstar, no rogues have come far into our territory and while I normally wouldn't agree, Crowfang is right. This is a Marshclan problem.”
“Sending one warrior away for this mission will not hurt the clan.” Hazelstar meowed turning to him. “One problem for one clan can turn to a problem for all clans.”
Birchpaw was glad to see Hazelstar offering his support for the mission, maybe it was because him and Kestrelstar had a good relationship and respect for each other or he just understood the importance of bringing Stormstar back, either was he glad. Birchpaw looked over at Stagstar as Crowfang whispered something to him, the ginger and white tom didn’t seem to support this mission and Birchpaw couldn’t blame, the group to go rescue Stormstar would be traveling through the twoleg place and Crowfang was strong in his stance of not getting involved with Marshclan.
“I understand it’s a problem having Blackheart as leader of Marshclan and he clearly has no control over those rogues.” Stagstar meowed. “Over time they will be a problem. But I can’t decide right now, will you allow me a little more time to think about it?”
“Of course, Stagstar.” Kestrelstar nodded. “I think the group should leave no later than sundown for the twoleg place. If you wish to have a warrior join, send them across the border by then.”
“I would like to thank the leaders on the behalf of Marshclan.” Yellowfang meowed dripping his head. “Now that we know the truth about Blackheart, we should come together against him. I'll send Amberjay with Hazelstar warrior if that’s okay.” He meowed to Hazelstar.
“Sure. Can he swim through?” Hazelstar asked. “I thought Marshclan warriors didn’t float but sink like rocks.” “He can fair on his own in the water.” Yellowfang huffed. “He’s one of best warriors we have, he’ll proved enough wisdom and experience on the journey.”
“Oh, is Marshclan now going to form an alliance with Floodclan and Oakclan?” Crowfang scoffed grabbing everyone attention. “This my case and point, Stagstar. Kestrelstar called this meeting knowing Hazelstar would offer his support because it’s so clear those two are allies and now Marshclan need help and first to offer it is Kestrelstar and Oakclan.”
“Kestrelstar is doing what needs to be done, Crowfang. These four clans have always been in this forest for generations and when danger comes, we must ban together against it.” Lionshade rasped. “No one here is offering their support because of some notion of an alliance.”
“Oakclan so noble they offered a paw to a wounded mouse.” Crowfang mocked and Birchpaw noticed Lionshade fur twitched with irritation. “We’re quick to help these fox hearts but where was Basinclan help when Dewstar and Toadstar was trying to push the border. Let them suffer with Blackheart as leader.” “You may be a medicine cat now Crowfang but I think you should keep your thoughts to yourself.” Yellowfang growled. “Under Stormstar leadership we have changed and learned from past mistakes, still are. We can’t change what happened, but we shouldn’t be punished for it.”
Birchpaw looked around the clearing, the air seemed to turn intense, and he wondered if an argument would happen making this meeting all for nothing. He noticed one or two warriors fur starting to bristle and tail twitches of irritation.
“I think it’s best we all return back to our camps.” Stagstar meowed getting to his paws. “We don’t want to lose anymore daylight.” Basinclan patrol began making their way back toward the twoleg bridge leading to their territory.
“We hope to hear your answer later today.” Kestrelstar called after them before nodding to her cats. “We better head back before the clan worries.”
Hazelstar was already leading Floodclan back toward Basinclan's territory, Birchpaw figured it would be easier for them to cross with Yellowfang over by going that way. Before they left Applesun went over to Yellowfang and nuzzle her head with his.
Birchpaw padded after the patrol taking the rear with Dapplebreeze and perked up as the ginger and white she cat spoke. “Guess Applesun coming along was good, she got to see how her kits were fairing outside the clan.”
“Kits?” Birchpaw asked giving a puzzled look. “Yellowfang is her kit?”
“One of them. It would explain why the senior warriors of the clan and elders left.” Dapplebreeze meowed. “They were warriors doing both Toadstar and Stormstar of course they wouldn’t stand beside Blackheart.”
“Why do you think Blackheart would betray his clan?” Birchpaw asked.
“Probably out of greed and jealousy.” Dapplebreeze rasped. “Stormstar is his littermate, some warriors like to think they should be a better choice to lead and such.”
“Like Mottleblaze.” Birchpaw huffed. “He’s always bossing everyone around and stirring up trouble.”
“He does come off as bossy, but I don’t think Mottleblaze causes trouble on purpose, his loyalty to the clan is his biggest strength.” Dapplebreeze meowed as they reached the entrance of the camp. “Don’t worry overtime you’ll get use to him give out orders. Who knows he might become deputy one day.
Birchpaw sighed watching Dapplebreeze slip into the camp. When she mentioned Mottleblaze becoming deputy one day maybe his fur twitched with anxiety, to him that wasn’t the best idea with Mottleblaze in a position of power of deputy or leader seemed things would get worse for the clan and not better. Birchpaw padded into the camp scanning the clearing for the wiry dark ginger tom and noticed him padding out the nursery with Applewillow, she was carrying his kits. Maybe Mottleblaze did have a caring side and just hide it well.
Blackpaw coming over to him pulled his attention away as he greeted him. “How did the meeting go? Thistleleaf said the leaders would have to come in agreement because it was so important.”
“More or less agreement all around.” Birchpaw meowed. “Hazelstar didn’t really waste time agreeing and Stagstar asked for a little more time to think but his medicine cat, Crowfang was against everything.”
“Crowfang…oh, that’s Nightstone father.” Blackpaw meowed. “He was a warrior before he became a medicine cat.” “You can change from being a warrior? Why would he do that?” Birchpaw asked.
“Apparently Starclan told the previous medicine cat, Shrewberry, that Crowfang was needed as a medicine cat.” Thistleleaf meowed padding up to them. “It wasn’t along after his mate died in battle against Marshclan.”
“Oh, that would explain his anger toward them but can’t hold to the past forever.” Birchpaw meowed. “Can he?” “That’s for Crowfang to decide. Some cats do hold grudges for a lifetime and nothing good ever comes out of it.” Thistleleaf rasped. “Now on to more important things such as battle training.”
“Yes, finally.” Blackpaw cheered. “Who else is joining us or is just me and Birchpaw. If so, I’ve been practicing for our next rematch.”
“Do get ahead of yourself, Blackpaw.” Birchpaw purred. “We don’t want your big getting hurt again.” Blackpaw playfully growled at him puffing out his fur.
“Settled down you two.” Thistleleaf purred. “Save that energy for the others, Hawksplash, Flintpaw, Littlefeather, and Hailpaw will be joining us.” Thistleleaf meowed leading them out the camp toward the training hollow.
Birchpaw sunk his teeth into the mouse as he pounced on it, feeling it small body go limp. Thistleleaf cut the training just before the sun was starting to set, he figured Kestrelstar wanted all patrols to return to camp before the chosen cat went on the journey to find Stormstar in the twoleg place. Going back to retrieve his other catches, he noticed Hailpaw collecting hers and saw the plump vole she caught.
“Nice catch.” He meowed through the mice dangling from his mouth and gave a nod. Hailpaw huffed brushing him off and Birchpaw shrugged, maybe one day they would be friends. Meeting back up with the rest of group, they headed straight back to camp and each apprentice went to drop their prey off in the fresh kill pile. Newtshine coming over to him caught his attention and he dipped his head to the deputy.
“Great you’re back and not a minute to late. Come.” Newtshine leave Birchpaw blinking in confusion before following him back out the camp as Newtshine made his way toward Broken pine.
“Um, Newtshine. Where are we going?” Birchpaw meowed padding beside the brown tom. Not given a response, Birchpaw just followed Newtshine till the towering tree came into view and sitting at the base of the tree waiting for them were Kestrelstar, Hawksplash, Spotteddust and Lionshade. Birchpaw figured Kestrelstar wanted him present to send Hawksplash or Lionshade off to find Stormstar.
“Here eat these traveling herbs.” Spotteddust meowed placing a bundle of herbs in front of him leaving Birchpaw quite puzzled. “We don’t have all day.”
“Why I'm eating traveling herbs?” Birchpaw asked turning to Kestrelstar. “Shouldn’t either Hawksplash or Lionshade eat them?”
“There’s no mistake Birchpaw they’re meant for you.” Kestrelstar meowed. “You’re taking the journey with the others.”
Kestrelstar response left Birchpaw wide eye and mouth opened, he pawed his ear hoping he misheard her. “What? Is this a last decision or something? I thought you were sending a warrior.”
“I never said I was sending a warrior and you are one of the few cats that have experience in the twoleg place.” Kestrelstar rasped. “Or perhaps should we send Lilypaw?”
“No.” Birchpaw frowned then remember he was talking to Kestrelstar. “I'm just an apprentice, the other warriors won’t listen to me. I shouldn’t go.”
“Agreed.” Spotteddust huffed. “But we don’t have time for this. Starclan showed gave you a message to finding Stormstar take that and find him. Every cat that goes on this journey was picked for a reason.”
Birchpaw looked at the cats around trying to understand the reason of him going, Embercreek was given a vision, but she was being sent on this dangerous journey. Birchpaw sighed before eating the traveling herbs grimacing at the taste and a rustle caught everyone attention as a light tortoiseshell she cat and dark brown tom pushed their way out the brushes.
“I told you we won’t miss them but next time learn how to swim faster.” The she-cat meowed, and the dark brown tom glared at her. Birchpaw figured the tom was Amberjay, him and Yellowfang look just alike.
“So many cats to send off one warrior. Almost feels like we’re walking into a trap.” Amberjay meowed.
“We just wanted to give him a proper send off.” Kestrelstar meowed nodded to Birchpaw.
“You’re sending an apprentice.” Amberjay narrowed his eyes at Birchpaw, being in the presence of this senior warrior made Birchpaw felt small. “This is a serious issue; we won’t have time to kit sit an apprentice.”
“I understand that, and I think you’ll find Birchpaw to be capable on this journey.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Well, I guess he’s coming along with us.” The she cat meowed. “We’re wasting sunlight standing here arguing. No sign of Basinclan’s warrior?”
“I'm afraid not, Silentbreeze.” Kestrelstar mewed. “I had hoped Stagstar would support this, but it seems not, and we can’t hold it against him for not sending a warrior this will be a dangerous mission.”
“Which we better get going before nightfall. All we have to do is find a twoleg place with red stone, shouldn’t be too hard.” Silentbreeze meowed padding off into the undergrowth.
“I hope Hazelstar picked the right warrior also.” Amberjay huffed going after Silentbreeze. “You can’t just wonder off.”
Birchpaw watched them go before turning to and others. “I hope we don’t claw each other fur out. I better catch up with them.”
“Remember you’re training, and you’ll do fine.” Kestrelstar meowed.
“Following your instincts while out there.” Lionshade meowed. “Avoid twolegs at all times we don’t want to lose any of you out there.”
Birchpaw nodded getting ready to follow after Amberjay and Silentbreeze when he came to another stop. “Oh, also tell Sage and Lilypaw try not to worry about me and keep out of trouble.”
“Already on it.” Hawksplash meowed.
“Blackpaw is probably going be mad at me for leaving and not saying goodbye. Darkpaw not so much but tell them for me.” Birchpaw meowed and Lionshade.
“We’ll take care of them and keep them busy.” Lionshade added.
“And also, Embercreek.” Birchpaw meowed before Kestrelstar came over nudging him.
“We get it. Now go before you’re left behind.” Kestrelstar purred touching her nose to his forehead. Birchpaw nodded racing after Amberjay and Silentbreeze, who seemed to be arguing already. They went south of the clearing to avoid Blackheart patrols and found themselves in front of a blue twoleg fence.
“You have no ideas where so don’t go running off.” Amberjay hissed.
“Don’t get your tail in a knot.” Silentbreeze huffed. “We just go through the twoleg place find the den with the red stone that simple.”
“Are we supposed to walk around these dens? That will take time.” Amberjay meowed.
“That’s why we jump the fence and cross the yard.” Birchpaw meowed and both warriors turned to him, Amberjay was more glaring at him.
“You want us to go over the fence where a dog could be waiting?” Amberjay growled. “Why did they send you for this mission?”
Birchpaw frowned and remember Kestrelstar said he would just have make the other listen and believe in him while on this journey. “If there’s a dog you would know by now. Besides that, you all have been out this forest so take my word when I say I know a thing or two about the twoleg place.”
Birchpaw didn’t wait to see if they were following as he padded along the twoleg fence looking for the right one. Upon seeing it, Birchpaw took a glance back at Amberjay and Silentbreeze before jumping onto of the fence post. “Follow or don’t.” He meowed before jumping down.
Silentbreeze glance at Amberjay before shrugging her shoulders and leap on the fence and followed after Birchpaw. Amberjay hesitated before following after them and landing into the yard with a thump. “If we get turned into crow food because you, I'll make sure in Starclan to never let you live it down.” Amberjay meowed. “What now?”
Birchpaw gave a small smirk at Amberjay before looking around the yard. “I was hoping he would be out here but I guess his twoleg keep him inside.”
“Who? You know a cat living here?” Silentbreeze asked.
“Yes. His name is Roy.” Birchpaw meowed. “I was hoping he could help us.” The sound of a mew caught they’re attention.
“You’ll have crossed the line now.” The voice growled. “This is my territory.”
The clan cats ready themselves for their attacker bristling their fur and growled back. The growl turned to the sound of laughter and sliding out the bushes was a gray tabby tom; a playful look filled his eyes. “Do you want to play?”
Birchpaw and others were caught off guard by the tom sudden change in attitude. Giving the tom a look over, Birchpaw noticed the tom was a young cat and if Birchpaw had to guess he was around his age. “Um, we’re not here to play.” Birchpaw meowed. “I'm looking for a cat named Roy. He’s supposed to be living here.”
“He still does.” The gray tabby chirped. I didn’t know he had friends like you.” The tom turned around and padded over to entrance of den, there was a small entrance about the size a cat can enter at the bottom. The tom disappeared inside leaving the clan cats to themselves.
“Why is an Oakclan apprentice friends with a couple of Kittypets?” Amberjay narrowed his eyes at Birchpaw.
“Maybe because I'm a former rogue that passed through here before joining the clan.” Birchpaw meowed. “I don’t know him but the other tom living here.”
“A former rogue?” Silentbreeze meowed. “Didn’t think any clan would be desperate enough to take some in.” Birchpaw noticed Amberjay glaring at her and could understand his anger, he didn’t think Oakclan was desperate taken them in and Kestrelstar seemed to believe there was a reason them to joining. “No one was desperate. Just the right opportunity.”
The sound of murmuring laughter caught their attention, and the gray tabby came padding out the twoleg den little entryway and behind Birchpaw noticed Roy behind and felt happy to see his friend. “Ah, Birch. It’s you.” Roy meowed looking over at Amberjay and Silentbreeze. “This time you bought friends.”
“Yup, this is Amberjay and Silentbreeze.” Birchpaw gesture to the older warriors. “I see you have a friend now too.”
“Friend.” Roy held back a growl. “More like a sharp pain in my side. My twolegs got the mouse brain idea to being another cat home.” Roy scoffed nodding to the younger tom. “This is Kei, he’s an overgrown kitten as you can see.” “What are your twolegs feeding him?” Silentbreeze huffed. “If he was a clan cats, he would an elder apprentice or a young warrior.”
“If you have an opening, please take him.” Roy begged before sighing. “So, what brings you here this time, Birch?” “I told you its Birchpaw now.” Birchpaw meowed. “We’re looking for a twoleg den made of red stone. One of our own is being held there and we need to get them back.”
“A den with red stone?” Roy rasped. “Easier said than done, there so many dens like that around here. I'm need a little more than if I'm going to help.”
Birchpaw turned to Silentbreeze who shrugged her shoulders than to Amberjay, hoping he would have an answer. “The cat we’re looking for was wounded. Is there a place where you go when you’re sick or hurt?” Amberjay asked. “Oh, the cutter den.” Kei meowed. “That’s where the twolegs take us when we’re sick or something.”
“Yes, that is true, but I don’t know if the den is made of red stone.” Roy meowed. “The twolegs carry us in these cages and take us there in their monster.”
“Well, it sounds worth checking out.” Birchpaw meowed and the other nodded. “How do we get there?”
“I don’t really know.” Roy shrugged his shoulders. “When the twolegs take us, we can’t see outside our carriers, but we cross over the iron path and after a few minutes we’re there.”
“Great.” Amberjay scoffed. “Are we supposed to ask around every kittypet we cross paths with?”
“Don’t worry maybe Barry can tell you the rest of the way.” Roy meowed leading them to the fence and leaped onto a post. “He’s two dens down and his twolegs don’t put him in a carrier when taking him to the Cutter. If you hurry, you’ll catch him sunbathing.”
“Thanks Roy.” Birchpaw meowed as they joined him on the fence posts.
“Of course.” Roy purred. “Remember the thunderpaths and monsters. If you find yourself lose, just ask for directions again, some cats around can be nice enough to help.”
Birchpaw nodded about to join Silentbreeze and Amberjay in the next yard when the sound of scraping claws turned his attention to the fence closes to the forest. Pulling themselves up on to a post was Adderflame, Birchpaw was surprised to see the reddish-brown tom. “You almost missed us.”
“I know.” Adderflame huffed walking along the fence. “We didn’t want to catch any attention from Marshclan and I basically had to sneak out of camp.”
“Thought Basinclan cats were quick.” Birchpaw smirked jumping into the next yard.
“Quick runners but arguments don't end so quickly.” Adderflame huffed landing beside him. “So where are we going?” “Asking another kittypet for directions.” Birchpaw meowed. “There’s a twoleg place known as The Cutter and we think that were Stormstar is.”
Birchpaw and Adderflame joined Amberjay and Silentbreeze in the next yard where they were talking with a plump ginger tom. Both warriors had confused looks on their face. “Did you get all that?” Barry meowed.
“No. Explain it to him.” Amberjay gesture to Birchpaw.
Barry turned to Birchpaw flicking his tail. “Your friends here think I said something weird. To get to The Cutter just; leave here and cross the four-way path. Keep going until you see the silver path and cross there but be careful of the silver worm that pass through, after that you’ll see the park with the stone figure in the middle and go toward the iron fence that it’s pointing too and you’ll be at the Cutter.” Barry purred.
“Simple enough. Thanks.” Birchpaw nodded and turned to the warriors. “Just remember the landmarks and we’ll be find.” Birchpaw saw the barrier of Barry’s fence was opened and slipped out waiting from the others.
“What’s this?” Silentbreeze asked sniffing at the hard ground below their paws. “It’s hard and rough to the paw.”
“This is the twoleg pathway, it meant to keep them off the Thunderpath.” Birchpaw pointed to the black pathway. “Stay off of that especially at night or a monster will get you.”
“Monsters sometimes go off their pathways so be extra careful around them. We get some during early Newleaf with twolegs and dogs.” Adderflame added.
“Crossing a thunderpath can be tricky.” Birchpaw meowed going to the edge of the twoleg path. “First, look both ways before crossing, some monsters are loud, and some are quiet. Second, after you check to see if it’s clear to cross begin crossing. Third, never stop in the middle of the thunderpath.”
Birchpaw exhaled looking left and right down the thunderpath. After few minutes passed, he stepped on to the black pathway and briskly crossed to the other side of the twoleg pathway before turning to the others. “It’s that simple. I'll keep a watch for monsters and tell you when to cross.” He waited for one of them to step toward the edge, but no one seemed to budge until Adderflame huffed looking at Amberjay and Silentbreeze before stepping up to the edge.
“Tell me when.” Adderflame meowed to Birchpaw, who nodded and started looking left and right of the thunderpath before signaling to Adderflame it was safe to crossed and watched as the long-legged reddish tom bounded his way across the path joining him. “That wasn’t so bad.” Birchpaw noticed his fur standing up and guessed he was putting on a brave face for the others.
“Who’s next?” Birchpaw asked looking between Amberjay and Silentbreeze. Either seemed to move at all but Birchpaw knew they would lose more daylight standing here. “You two can cross at the same time while we both keep a watch for monsters.” He meowed. “If you cross together, your steps have to be in sync.” Amberjay and Silentbreeze glances at each other before Silentbreeze shrugged. “Let’s get this over with it. Try to keep up, Amberjay.” She huffed stepping toward the edge.
“Worry about yourself kit.” Amberjay grumbled joining her. Birchpaw and Adderflame looked both ways twice before Birchpaw flickered his tail telling Silentbreeze and Amberjay to cross. The warriors stepped onto the thunderpath and made their way over to them. The two were halfway across the thunderpath when a rumbling sound caught Adderflame attention and coming over a hump speeding toward them was a large black monster.
“You two need to hurry up!” Adderflame yowled turning everyone’s attention toward the black monster racing toward them. Birchpaw watched as Amberjay bounded forward almost to the other side but noticed Silentbreeze was frozen on the thunderpath the monster had her paralyzed with fear.
“Silentbreeze!” Birchpaw called getting ready to jump onto the thunderpath and save her but since Amberjay was still on the thunderpath he turned around and grabbed Silentbreeze by her scuff.
“Move before you become crow food.” Amberjay meowed through her fur trying to pull Silentbreeze to her paws. As the monster got closer, Silentbreeze seemed to return to normal and scrambled to her paws as Amberjay dragged her to the other side. The two managed to get on the other side with Adderflame and Birchpaw as the monster roared by leaving their ears in pain and filling the air with its foul scent. “You said it was safe to cross.” Silentbreeze huffed.
“It was but sometimes the monsters keep going if they don’t see a twoleg crossing.” Birchpaw meowed. “Let’s just move on from here.” Amberjay huffed. “Next time we don’t cross a thunderpath on the way back.” Amberjay looked the lead this time as they padded through the twoleg place.
The walk was silent expect the noise of monsters running along the thunderpath. Birchpaw noticed the others were jumping at the sounds and hope they would find their courage again while in the twoleg place. Dusk had rolled over head since they group left just by sundown, Birchpaw figured they should stop and find shelter for the night.
“We shouldn’t travel at night.” Birchpaw meowed. “Monsters blend in with the night and certain creatures come out.”
“Where do you think we should rest?” Amberjay turned to him and Birchpaw felt he was being sarcastic.
Birchpaw looked around before noticing another pathway between two twoleg dens. Birchpaw sniffed passed two silver objects as the other joined him then bounded over to two brown dens beside a large greenish blue object. “We sleep here for the night. this is called an alleyway and twoleg and their monsters rarely come down this way.”
“You want us to sleep in those?” Silentbreeze meowed. “I would rather walk until sunrise.”
“You’ll pass out from exhaustion by the. We haven’t even found the silver path yet.” Adderflame meowed padding over to brown dens sniffling them. “It’s better than nothing.”
Silentbreeze huffed joining them. “Wait until the others hear about this, sleeping like rogues and loners. Who’s going keep guard?”
The four looked at each other before Amberjay spoke up slipping into one of the dens and laid down. “I will.” Birchpaw notice Silentbreeze and Adderflame take the other den not making a fuss about but he could see they didn’t want to touch other and figured they would rather beside each other than next to Amberjay. Birchpaw looked over at the space beside Amberjay and slow padded over slipping into the den earning a growl from Amberjay as he brushed against him.
“Sorry. My size gets in the way some.” Birchpaw tried to lighten the mood. He knew the clan history was older then him but figured since they were all here under the same goal, they should get along at least this one time. “If you want, I can keep watch with you.”
“No. As an apprentice you should get some rest.” Amberjay meowed resting his head on his paws. “I’ve gotten used to doing this.”
“Then we can exchange the weirdest things we have seen at night.” Birchpaw meowed. “Do know what a raccoon is?” He saw Amberjay ears flicked toward him as the warrior turned to him.
“A what?” Amberjay asked.
“They’re kind of like badgers but have these grabby little paws.” Birchpaw meowed. “I saw one eating from a kittypet bowl. Don’t know if they’re aggressive like badgers but I guess over food they are.”
“I’ve never encountered a raccoon before in my life.” Amberjay huffed. “Foxes and badgers, yes even tiny dogs that wondered to far from their twoleg dens. How did you find your way to joining Oakclan?”
“Well, I traveled from a forest far on the other side of twoleg place with my sisters.” Birchpaw meowed. “We had to leave after a storm hit and almost destroyed everything. Everyone was different now their seemed to be less food.”
“Must’ve been hard protecting each other out there.” Amberjay meowed. “Especially for such young cats all alone.” “My older sister, Sage is a good fighter and hunter so if not for her, me and my littermate Lilypaw probably would’ve made it.” Birchpaw meowed. “My father taught us many things before we got separated.”
“Such as?” Amberjay meowed shuffling on his side.
“Well unbelievably, I'm a fairly good swimmer. I could probably out swim a Floodclan cat.” Birchpaw meowed proudly.
“An Oakclan cat that can swim.” Amberjay purred. “Bet that those your clanmates for a spin. The clans have change so much since I was a young kit and I hope were not too late with saving Marshclan. I couldn’t live with it.”
“Vinepaw said everyone is doing their best trying to keep Marshclan alive and I think when Blackheart supporters find out what he did, they’ll turn on him.” Birchpaw meowed.
“Leaving the clan like that made everyone uncomfortable, I hope they can forgive us for abandoning them. Guess we have Oakclan to thank for suggesting helping because before under Toadstar leadership help from the other clans were not the first choice.” Amberjay meowed.
“Mmm. I'll still learning about the other clans so if okay, what happened with Toadstar? You’re a senior like Applesun and it sounds everyone has a different view on.” Birchpaw want a little insight into Marshclan history, Applesun said Toadstar was not like Blackheart but maybe to Amberjay he was sly enough to do things similar to Blackheart.
“Toadstar was a good leader in the right moment and lead the clan for moons before dying.” Amberjay meowed. “but wasn’t the greatest at fathering his kits so my view of him is a little biased since he’s, my father.” Birchpaw stared at Amberjay for a moment before realizing Amberjay caught his look and brushed his shock expression away. “Everyone has the same reaction when they learn I'm one of his kits. We all it get from the other clans which is why Crowfang was so against helping us.”
“I admit seeing you and Yellowfang at first was a little off putting and your both very imitating like Lionshade but are cats seriously judging you because of him and his actions?” Birchpaw asked.
“Of course. Don’t the clan judge you for your background?” Amberjay huffed and Birchpaw understand it better, a mistake for him would lead to others pointing out that he's not clanborn. “Toadstar would do anything to make sure Marshclan was known as the strongest in the forest and our last battle against Basinclan was the last.” Amberjay sighed. “That battle should’ve never happen but it did and cats died for a pointless reason.” The sound of a cling noise and a monster racing down the thunderpath drew their attention away. Amberjay sat up and poked his head out screening the dark alleyway. “Anyway enough talking. Get some sleep if we’re going find Stormstar and get through this place everyone needs to rested and ready for anything, including you.” When Birchpaw got no eye contact from Amberjay and everything fell silent again, he shuffled over as far as he could leaving enough space for Amberjay before curling up waiting for sleep to overtake him. This whole mission of finding Stormstar seemed to create to more questions to why Blackheart would betray his clan and Birchpaw felt it all had to do with Toadstar which was shroud in the shadows behind the members of Marshclan. Birchpaw just hoped they would return to the clans before Blackheart and his rogues could cause any more problems for everyone knowing that it was only matter of time for battles and bloodshed would happen. Chapter 11
Amberjay jerked awake to a clinging noise with the faint sound of meows and looked around not recalling the moment where he fell asleep. A faint hiss drew his attention to the other den and saw Adderflame was awake as the tom jerked his muzzle to the sound coming from the opening of the alleyway. Nodding, Amberjay peeked outside to see two cats, one was standing guard at the entrance while the other was digging through a silver twoleg object. He poked Birchpaw awake as Adderflame nudged Silentbreeze.
“We have company.” He whispered to Birchpaw.
Birchpaw blinked the sleep from his eyes holding back a yawn before peering out at the other cats. “Loners looking for food, I guess. They shouldn’t cause us any problems.” He whispered.
“Can’t be too sure. I say we chase them off before more show up.” Silentbreeze huffed. Birchpaw still couldn’t figure out why Silentbreeze was chosen by Hazelstar to come along.
“You can’t just attack every cat you come across.” Birchpaw frowned. “They haven’t done anything to us.”
“Birchpaw is right.” Adderflame added before Silentbreeze could get her response out. “Besides, we could ask them for directions to the iron path. If they live around here, they must know a faster way.”
“Amberjay, what do you think we should do?” Birchpaw asked turning to the older warrior.
“Who died and made him leader?” Silentbreeze hissed.
“Enough, Silentbreeze.” Adderflame hushed the molly.
Amberjay took a moment before getting to his paws and made his way over to the two cats with the others close behind him. The one cat standing guard flicked their black tipped ears toward them and spin around arching his back and hissed alerting the molly in the twoleg object.
“Who are you?” The spotted tom growled. “Where did you come from?”
“We don’t mean you all any harm, we just want to know is there a faster way to the iron path.” Amberjay meowed and Birchpaw hoped they would be nice enough to help them.
“Knock it off, Ice.” The molly meowed jumping down. “Do you think the two of us could take the four of them? The fastest way to the iron path would have to be…going through the junk yard.”
“Junk yard?” Amberjay echoed turning to Birchpaw who just shrugged.
“It’s the place where twoleg's throw away unwanted things. Sometimes we find food there.” The molly meowed. “We can take you there. By the way I'm, Dawn and this hot head tom is Ice, my mate.”
“Thank you for your help. My name is Amberjay. We had directions but we think a short cut would be helpful right now.” Amberjay meowed flicking his tail to everyone starting with Birchpaw. “This is Birchpaw, Silentbreeze, and Adderflame, we're from the forest beside the twoleg dens.”
“Not a problem, if we go now, we can avoid Avery and his band.” Dawn meowed leading them out the alleyway.
“They like to pick on everyone and take away food you find.” Ice huffed. “My brother gave Avery a reason not to bother us but it’s still best not to cross paths with them.”
Dawn leaded them down the twoleg pathway before coming to a fence with a gap in it, slipping in first and waited for everyone else to join her on the other side. “Why are you looking for the silver path anyway?”
“The leader of my group was taken most likely to the Cutter, and we need to go rescue him.” Amberjay meowed.
“Wait, you’re volunteering to go inside the Cutter to break someone out?” Ice asked. “When certain cats go in, they come out different and that’s not if a twoleg decides to take them.”
“What do you mean by different?” Adderflame asked.
“The twolegs at the cutter sometimes come around and grab cats up then release them back, but they’re fixed.” Ice shredder. “Some house cats lose their claws when they go in.”
“Fixed? How does a twoleg fix a cat?” Silentbreeze asked. “Why would the Twolegs take a cat’s claws?”
“They fix you, so you don’t have kits.” Dawn meowed as they turned a corner. “It makes you lazy sometimes. Twolegs take cats claws away, so they don’t destroy their dens.”
“That’s horrible.” Silentbreeze grasped. “If a twoleg tries to pick me up, I'll shred them like moss.”
Moments passed and a foul scent filled the cats nose making the forest cats wrinkled their noses in disgust. “I thought monsters smelt bad. What is that?” Amberjay coughed.
“The twolegs of the junkyard destroyed the things left there and it leaves a foul smell.” Ice jerked his muzzle toward a wire fence behind it was a pile of twoleg objects. Birchpaw even noticed old monsters laying around.
“Walk through the junkyard and get to the side follow the gravel pathway and you’ll find the silver path.” Dawn meowed. “we’ll show you the right path to go because you can easily get lost in there.”
The group bounded over to an opening in the wire fence. Birchpaw felt the sharp thorns of the fence tug at his fur as he pulled himself after Adderflame. “All that extra fur is going weigh you down in the winter.” Adderflame meowed.
“I think I can manage.” Birchpaw huffed twisting to lick his fur back.
“This Leaf-bare is looking to be pretty tough through like the last.” Adderflame added. “Hopefully, the clans don’t lose too many cats.”
“Leaf-bare is the worst of all the seasons.” Silentbreeze huffed. “Snow makes everything difficult from hiding prey and keeping dens dry. I wish we can just go straight to Newleaf.”
“If only.” Ice meowed. “Twolegs and their monsters are loud during Leaf-bare. We have to hole up in the den for days when the bad weather hits.”
Birchpaw followed the group as Dawn and Ice lead them between two piles of twoleg objects, watching his steps as Dawn mentioned there are sharp things laying around that cut their paw pads open. He noticed Amberjay had moved from the front to the back and decide to walk beside him.
“I bet we’ll get to the Cutter and save Stormstar before the next full moon then Marshclan will be back to normal.” Birchpaw meowed.
“Ah the young ones will always be the most cheerful about situations like this.” Amberjay meowed. “The clan will be indifferent toward those who supported Blackheart.”
“It’s not their fault Blackheart tricked them into believing him.” Birchpaw meowed. “They need to know the whole truth.”
“It probably wouldn’t be that simple for some. If Blackheart is careful with his words, he could organize an elite group of warriors to follow his every word, that’s how power-hungry minds work.” Amberjay meowed. “that’s how we end up being drive out.”
Birchpaw frowned at Amberjay thinking even though he had just met the tom he would whether have him scowl him with rude comments then to have him sulking about. Surely Blackheart didn’t have a lot of warriors at his side and the rogues had their own leader, the two groups had more differences than similarities. A loud bang and whirring noise pulled him out his thoughts as the group came to a halt.
“Relax.” Ice meowed. “That’s the monster that destroys the twoleg objects. It can’t move around so we don’t have to worry about it chasing us.”
“You’ll have more important things to worry about instead.” A voice made the cats spin around as their eyes laid on a grey and white tom with a torn ear and scar on his left cheek.
“Avery.” Ice huffed moving closer to Dawn as five cats slipped put the shadows and stood beside Avery. “We’re just passing through, it’s the quickest way to the silver path. You better let us go or you’ll be sorry.”
Birchpaw figured Ice was using them an extra muscle to scare Avery and his followers away, he knew the others would quickly fight the loners to keep them from slowing them down. He readied himself for the first cat to jump at him.
“What? Are you going call for your brother for help?” Avery teased taking a step toward them earnings hiss from everyone. “Can’t you fight your own battles? He’s not here so no tricks, no games.” Avery snarled.
Fur bristled and yowling filled the air, Avery would be the first of many obstacles standing behind them and finding Stormstar. Birchpaw watched a black tom step closer to Ice as Dawn backed away and stood beside Silentbreeze and just as the black tom was getting ready to slice his claws across Ice face. A clinging noise came from above and Birchpaw saw a silver object fall down and hit the black tom in the head.
The snarling and growling between cats had stopped as everyone watched the silver object roll around before stopping. Birchpaw recalled seeing this object before, it was called a can and twoleg stored food inside, but Sage would always tell him and Lilypaw to never stick their muzzle inside. Birchpaw held himself from laughing as the black tom rubbed his head with a paw.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t see you there.” A voice called from onto of the pile twoleg objects. A mottled spotted brown tom stared down at them; his green eyes flashed with amusement as his whiskers twitched. “The junkyard can be a dangerous place, you know.”
“Russet.” Ice purred. “I told Avery to move along or else.” He turned back to Avery. “You should leave now before you get hurt again.”
Avery growled lashing his tail. “Can’t fight your own battles? Why don’t you come down here and fight, Russet?”
Russet tilted his head to the side and twitched his whiskers in amusement. “I don’t think so. You tend not to fight fair from if I recall. You’re nothing but a bully and those mouse brains wouldn’t know their noses from their tail without you.”
The junkyard grew silent as both groups of cats bristled at each other with lashing tails. Birchpaw wondered if fighting their way out was the best choice or maybe they could run for it, but it was clear Avery wasn’t going to let them get away so easily. “Get them!” Avery yowled and just as he lunged forward Russet kicked more twolegs objects down blocking the way as he jumped down to the others.
“Don’t just stand there that will only hold them for a little while.” Russet huffed leading the group away.
“Running from a fight against a bunch of loners. I say we should’ve stayed and fought.” Silentbreeze meowed.
“Fighting would’ve only slowed us down which we don’t have time for.” Adderflame said.
Another yowl filled the air as the group rounded another tower of twoleg junk when suddenly two gray toms jumped out blocking their path and Birchpaw looked back to see Avery and other coming their way. “Don’t stop. They can’t stop all of us.” Amberjay meowed as he took the lead and ran toward the two toms with no intention of stopping and noticing that the two toms both jumped at the way.
“We should split up and met back up outside the junkyard in the field.” Russet called and gestured toward two different pathways of junk. “Some of us go right and the rest go left.”
Amberjay nodded taking the right path with Ice, Dawn, and Silentbreeze leaving Birchpaw and Adderflame to take the left path with Russet. “Do you think we lost them?” Adderflame asked.
“You can’t run forever Russet!” Avery yowled.
“Guess that’s a no.” Adderflame huffed. “What’s his problem?”
“I know a place where Avery would be mouse brain enough to follow but we’ll lose them in there.” Russet meowed as the pile of twoleg objects started deceasing and the area became more open. Birchpaw noticed a single twoleg den sitting in the middle of the yard and a dirty red monster sleeping nearby.
As they entered the den a small door from the front. Birchpaw looked around catching the scent of twoleg and different scents there was a musky scent as if a monster were inside, he followed after Adderflame and Russet. “Are we safe in here?” He asked.
“Sure.” Russet meowed shrugging his shoulders.
“I think they went inside here.” A voiced called making them turn around.
“Hide.” Russet meowed leading on to a ledge above them. “I’ll distract them.”
Birchpaw looked around for a place to he when he noticed another twoleg door open and bounded over slipping in. He settled down slightly poking his head out as Avery and three other cats pushed their way in.
“So nice for you to join us, Avery.” Russet meowed licking his paw. “I didn’t think you would follow us here.”
“No more tricks Russet.” Avery growled. “The exit is blocked, and you’re outnumbered now. Now maybe if you agree to do me some extra favors, I’ll let you off with a warning.”
Russet wiped his paw over his ear and face before letting out a yawn. “I don’t think I’ll do that. No one around here would be mouse-brain to do any favors for you.” He jumped down to Avery. “By the way, I am not completely out of tricks I still have one.”
Birchpaw shifted trying to see if Russet was signaling for them to leap out and attack, it was clear they were going to have to fight their way out of here. Birchpaw pricked feeling something touch his backside and looked back to see what it was coming face to face with the hot breath of a dog. Birchpaw held his breath as the dog sniffed him, he wanted to run but he was stuck with fear as if a monster was staring him down on the thunderpath.
A squeaky noise broke his focus, Birchpaw ducked as the dog jumped out the room they were in and barked scaring the other cats but Russet. “Dog!” Avery cried as he jumped to the ledge above as the dog charged them.
“What in Starclan’s name!’ Adderflame came over to Birchpaw. “Are you okay?”
Birchpaw looked at the reddish-brown tom trying to make his fur lay flat. He was lost for words as he never met a dog that up close before, he glanced over as Russet came over. ‘Come one you two, we can escape while Socks keeps them busy.” Russet gestured to the dog jumping up trying to reach Avery and his cats above.
As Adderflame nudged Birchpaw to his paws they followed Russet to a window at the back of the den that was open enough for them to slip out of it. Birchpaw heard barking and yowling coming from the small twoleg den. He let out a breath seeing Avery scrambled out the den running the other way, no cat deserved to be attacked by a dog but Russet lead him and Adderflame into the den without warning there was a dog inside.
“Don’t you think that was a little cruel?” Birchpaw asked Russet finally feeling relaxed. “Someone could’ve been killed.”
Russet turned to Birchpaw giving him a blank stare and Birchpaw wondered if the spotted tom even considered the safety of others. “Relax. Socks wasn’t going to kill anyone. Avery will learn not to bother us again.” Russet huffed slipping through a gap in the fence.
“You befriend a dog. How can you be sure he won’t attack you?” Adderflame asked as they followed him.
“Another cat used to live in the junkyard and said Socks just wants to play unless it’s a dangerous twoleg. I’ve told Socks not to bother me and gave him an example of what will happen if he did.” Russet meowed turning the corner.
“That was whether careless. A warrior would never endanger their own life or the life of a clanmate like that.” Adderflame huffed. “Dogs can’t be trusted.”
“Nor can you trust other cats.” Russet shrugged his shoulders. “you’re welcome by the way. I saved your life now stop bothering me.”
“We’re not bothering you. Ice and Dawn said they would help show us the way to The Cutter.” Birchpaw meowed padding alongside Russet.
“The Cutter? Why would you go there?” Russet asked and just as Birchpaw was going to explain the reason, Russet cut him off. “Fact don’t bother telling, I really don’t care and leave my family alone.”
Birchpaw was surprised at Russet, coming by rude or mean cats was normal while super nice cats are rare, but he’s never met a cat like Russet before. He glanced over at Adderflame, though Birchpaw was getting to know the other cats on the journey with him, Adderflame was the last he expected to show frustration toward another cat.
After crossing under an iron fence and into a field of grass, Birchpaw was relieved to see the rest of the group waiting for them near an oak tree. Ice was the first to greet them padding over to Russet. “I told you they would be fine. If Russet can outsmart a dog, he can outsmart Avery.” Ice purred.
“Enough, Ice. You should know better than to trust some random cats.” Russet meowed flicking his tail. “Say your goodbyes we’re going home or at least moving somewhere else, so Avery doesn’t bother us.”
“You can’t leave yet.” Silentbreeze stood up. “You promised to show us how to get to the silver path quicker.”
“We did promise them.” Ice nodded and Birchpaw could see the glint of pride in his eyes as he looked at Russet. “We have you now so everything will be fine. You know the shortcut better than I do.”
“If they can’t find their way, they should’ve stayed wherever they are from.” Russet scoffed turning away. “Their problem is not ours now let’s go.”
Birchpaw watched as Dawn shifted nervously on her paws and Ice’s face was twisted with confusion and angrier. An argument between siblings or mates was always awkward to watch happen, you never know whose side to take and taking either side would just lead to more trouble.
“They just want help rescuing their friend from The Cutter. You’re acting like taking them to Silver Path will kill us.” Ice huffed.
“Then they’ll ask to help them get into The Cutter to rescue their friend.” Russet meowed. “Who’s probably been taken by a twoleg or fixed and waiting to be released back into the wild. Anyone willing to go inside has been in their head.”
“Do you think a twoleg took Stormstar?” Silentbreeze whispered to Amberjay. “If so, this whole journey will be pointless.”
“We won’t know until we get there.” Amberjay meowed clearing his throat. “Look, we thank you for getting us this far. If you can just point us in the right direction, we’ll get out of your fur.”
“Good riddance. Just keep straight from here and when the field start turning into stone, you’ll see a raised hill and thunderpath you can’t miss it.” Russet meowed. “Now go.”
“Thank you.” Amberjay meowed getting ready to lead them through the field.
“It’ll be better if someone shows you.” Ice meowed stepping front of Amberjay. “It’s easy getting lose in the field.”
“Ice, didn’t you not hear me?” Russet turned around and Birchpaw noticed his fur bristling. “I gave them directions and now they go their way, and we can go ours. Stop behaving like a kit.”
“I’m not!” Ice hissed. “I want to help them; I’m allowed to think for myself and do what I want.”
“It’s not just about you. What about Dawn?” Russet asked. “You’re just dragging her along and did either happen to mention that The Cutter also keeps dogs or how about the thunderpath that you have to cross.” Russet turned to the clan cats. “Do you all even have a plan of getting in and out of The Cutter?”
Birchpaw looked over at the others knowing they never really thought about it but surely the four of them would figure something out to save Stormstar, the fate of clans seemed to rest on his return.
“I didn’t think so, it sounds like a mouse brain journey because it is one.” Russet scoffed. “Yet I have this feeling you two will take them there anyway. Come on, the faster we get you all to the Cutter and get your friend the faster we can get rid of you.” Russet said padding pass everyone taking the lead.
Birchpaw padded alongside Adderflame as the group pushed through the tall grass on the field. “Seeing littermates argue never gets comfortable. I hope Russet doesn’t get too mad at Ice for helping us.”
“I can’t say.” Adderflame meowed. “Russet is a hard cat to read and understand but they are brothers and even through family fight, we come back together for each other or at least try to.”
“I understand that. My sister Lilypaw can be a pawful sometimes and we argue but Sage manages to settle the argument and we mend things together. How’s your relationship with your littermates?” Birchpaw asked hoping he wasn’t asking too much but wanted to get know the others well enough.
“Littermate. Crowfang is a challenge sometimes, but I know he means well.” Adderflame sighed. “He’s the reason why I was late joining the group.”
“Yes, I remember Crowfang being very angry about us coming here.” Birchpaw meowed. “Probably because it’s Marshclan we’re helping.”
“Yeah, Crowfang was pretty mad at me for convincing Stagstar to let me come, it’s not about just helping Marshclan but the whole forest.” Adderflame meowed. ‘He’s been extra grumpy lately.”
“I heard he was a warrior before becoming a medicine cat. What happened?” Birchpaw asked before catching a rustling sound from behind as the wind blew.
“Many moons ago Dewstar and Toadstar tried expanding Marshclan territory which led to many battles. Dewstar died in the battle against us, and I guess Toadstar wanted to avenge his leader and see that his plans for Marshclan were completed.” Adderflame let out a sigh. “The battle at the border left both clans devastated as we lost many warriors including Crowfang mate.”
Birchpaw could see the glint of sadness behind Adderflame eyes as the reddish-brown tom continued his story. “Crowfang was upset well...beyond upset. He tried convincing Stagstar to allow him to lead a raiding patrol to Marshclan.”
“Understandable, his kit was left without his mother all-over expanding territory.” Birchpaw meowed. “How can the clans not have equal hunting ground?”
“Well things change over the moons. Elders use to stay the Island was attached to all the territories, but Twolegs came and build their pathways.” Adderflame meowed. “I felt Crowfang would disobey Stagstar and go looking for a Marshclan patrol to attack lucky it never came to that. Our pervious medicine cat, Shrewfur said Starclan came to her and said Crowfang would be the clan’s next medicine cat much to everyone surprised even Crowfang. That’s basically it, he’s a good healer but his nest side manners could be better, and everyone seems to value his opinions…well sometimes they do.”
“I didn’t think one could switch roles like that, but I guess it’s possible.” Birchpaw meowed. “Having trained to be warrior then suddenly having learn from the beginning to be a medicine cat, must’ve been rough. I don’t have the patience for it.”
“Nor does he but Crowfang knows he’s saving his clanmates from meeting the same fate as his mate. Probably why Starclan chose him.” Adderflame noticed the others come to a stop up head on a slope, there was foul scent in the air.
“This is the silver path. Twoleg have these long silver monsters go back and forth every day.” Russet meowed.
“So, we just cross it?” Silentbreeze gave the silver path a sniff wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Less time I almost got killed by a monster on the thunderpath.”
“I told you not to stare monsters in the eye, they paralyze you with fear, but thankful Amberjay was there to save you.” Birchpaw nodded to Amberjay.
“Don’t worry, unlike regular monsters the silver monster cries out to let others know it coming. I guess it doesn’t want to eat or hunt anyone.” Dawn meowed. “We just walk across simple.”
Birchpaw watched Ice, Russet, and Dawn cross the silver path not really bothering to look both ways like they had to do when crossing the thunderpath. “Come on, it’s safe.” Ice meowed.
Amberjay was the first among them to cross the silver path, Birchpaw wondered if the older tom felt fear at any moment of the journey. Silentbreeze was the most hesitant and Adderflame padded over to help her, but the molly brushed him away. “I'm not a helpless kit.” Silentbreeze hissed. “I especially don’t need help from a Basinclan warrior or saving from a Marshclan warrior.”
Birchpaw huffed watching Silentbreeze slow place her paw on the silver path before hurrying herself to the other side. Adderflame was only trying to be helpful and Silentbreeze should at least say thank you for Amberjay saving her.
“Let’s across together.” Adderflame meowed. “We don’t have to wait like at the thunderpath.” Birchpaw nodded as they cross the silver path together as a loud noise filled the air and everyone looked down the pathway.
“That’s the silver monster calling to let everyone know it’s coming.” Russet meowed and headed down the slope. “Hurry or you’ll lose your hearing once it gets closer.”
The group traveled together down the slope as they followed Russet through the tall grass, the faint roar of the silver monster could be head behind them. After passing through a dense forest the group came to another stop and an open area with a tall stone twoleg sitting in the center came into view, a few Twolegs were walking around. “This is the park. Twolegs come here and walk around or play with their kits, sometimes with dogs.” Russet meowed. “Luckily, the sun will set soon, and they’ll go home. We can rest down there.”
Birchpaw followed the stone twoleg as it pointed toward the sky and looked down searching for the black metal fence that Barry mentioned, that was the next landmark they need to find before they could rescue Stormstar. “Look!” He pointed forward. “Black metal fence like Barry said now we need to find…”
“A den with red stone!” Silentbreeze chirped and the group followed her glaze as they noticed a twoleg den with red stone in the distance sitting near a golden field.
“Yup, that’s the cutter’s den.” Ice rasped. “From here it’s a straight shot. We cross another thunderpaths and we find your friend.”
“We need to rest now.” Russet meowed as they padded down a path toward the park. “We’ll leave by first light of dawn.”
Birchpaw followed the group down the path and breathed in the many scents of the park. They were making good process on the journey and with Russet’s group help, they would be able to return back with Stormstar in tow and rid the forest on Blackheart and his rogues the sooner the better.
Chapter 12
Birchpaw stirred awake to the sound of rustling bushes and blinked awake seeing Adderflame padding over with a mouse. “Here. Eat before we go.” He meowed.
Yawning, Birchpaw stretched his legs out and pulled the mouse toward him. “Thanks.” After swallowing a bite of the mouse, he looked around the clearing where they made their nest not seeing Silentbreeze or Amberjay. “Where are the others?”
“Hunting.” Adderflame meowed. “I offered for all of us to hunt together but…they wouldn’t cross that line.”
“I really don’t understand how the clans are so divided. We all look the same and follow the warrior code.” Birchpaw cleaned his whiskers.
“It’s just clan history. We’re the same but still different maybe our warrior ancestors who started the clans would know but I don’t want to meet them just yet to find that answer.” Adderflame purred. Another rustling sound grabbed their attention as Silentbreeze and Amberjay both retuned with no prey. “No luck?” Adderflame asked.
“Already ate it.” Silentbreeze meowed and Amberjay nodded. ‘We don’t need to waste time sharing meals like we’re clanmates after this we’ll be back defending our borders from each other.”
Adderflame shrugged at Birchpaw, and they followed them to where Russet and the others were waiting. “Glad you all are awake with full bellies. If we leave now, then we can make to the next thunderpath by sun fall.” Russet meowed as they started making their way through the park.
As the group traveled in silence beside a few words exchanged, Birchpaw felt he should try making small talk with the others but as Silentbreeze said once this journey was over, they returned back to being rivals and defending the border from each other. Birchpaw had wished another apprentice were on the journey was with him at least he would have someone close in age to talk with and understand him but at least Adderflame seemed to have more patience with him and would talk with him every once and awhile. The journey was long, Birchpaw knew it was a long journey getting to the forest with Sage and Lilypaw, but this was different and the farther they got away from the forest and past the twoleg dens, the land before them became more open meaning they would encounter new dangerous.
“What’s that twoleg den over there?” Silentbreeze asked gesturing to a red den sitting in the middle of a tall golden field of grass.
“It’s called a barn.” Dawn responded. “Twolegs don’t sleep in them but keep their things in there. Sometimes you can find cats living there because it’s full of mice.”
“Why would you want to live so close to twolegs?” Silentbreeze scoffed. “They’re noisy and leave their items all over the place during Newleaf and Greenleaf.”
“Well sometimes we don’t get to choose where our mothers decide to settle down to have us.” Dawn meowed. “I grew up in a barn before deciding to leave and my journey led me to these two.” She brushed against Ice. “Not all twolegs are bad.”
“I guess but I still wouldn’t want to be close to them.” Silentbreeze said. “Marshclan and Oakclan have to deal them back home.”
“Twolegs only come to the clearing during Greenleaf sometimes with dogs, the most Marshclan deals with is their Kittypets thinking they’re brave enough to step into the forest.” Amberjay huffed.
The talk among the cast lasted a while much to Birchpaw’s surprise. The warriors were sharing their encounters with twolegs back at the forest over the moons which most of the involved twolegs coming with their kits and dogs during Greenleaf.
“Guess we should thankful none of that happened this Greenleaf.” Birchpaw meowed. “Leaf-fall has already started and with Leaf-bare coming soon, no Twoleg comes out during that weather.”
“Yeah, the last thing we need is dealing with them stomping around the forest when prey is low.” Silentbreeze added.
After taking a rest under a twoleg bridge, Russet told them they were nearing the first thunderpath they had to cross and Birchpaw hoped this time no-one would freeze up by staring in the eyes of a monster. Coming to the edge of the forest the thunderpath came into view and Birchpaw hitched his breathe, this thunderpath wasn’t like the one they cross from Roy’s den it was bigger and monsters roared up and down both sides.
“You want us to cross that?!” Silentbreeze sneered. “Are you mad?”
“If you want to rescue your friend yes.” Russet meowed leading them to a few bushes that lined the edge of the thunderpath. “Just don’t stop. It takes a while for a monster to come around the curve then it keeps straight here.”
“Don’t worry, Silentbreeze.” Dawn came to her side. “We can cross together. Just keep your paws in step with mine.”
Birchpaw could see Silentbreeze was hesitant about crossing the thunderpath given last time but after a moment pasted, the light tortoiseshell molly nodded as they got ready to cross the thunderpath waiting for Russet’s signal as two monsters roared by.
“Go!” Russet yowled.
Silentbreeze and Dawn stepped onto the thunderpath together and crossed as quickly as possible to the other side. Just as they made to the other side a monster could be coming down the path. Back on the other side, Amberjay and Ice got ready to cross and after the single from Russet the two toms raced across the thunderpath meeting Silentbreeze and Dawn, no monster had come down the path for a while now.
“We should cross together so no one is left behind.” Birchpaw meowed to Russet and Adderflame.
“He’s right. We should be able to cross with no problem.” Adderflame meowed as they stood at the thunderpath edge.
“Fine.” Russet looked up and down thunderpath then at Dawn who signaled their side was clear, the trio started making their way across the thunderpath making sure to keep up with each other. They were fortune to make it to the others as a red monster whizzed past them filling the air with it foul smell.
“Ugh. I never want to smell another monster scent again.” Silentbreeze meowed. “Do we have to cross the second thunderpath?”
“Unless we can find another way to the cutter.” Russet rasped. “No time to rest now. We don’t want to be attacked by a stray dog or run into a fox.”
The group pushed on again with not much word shared between anyone and as the sun started to set, Birchpaw could feel his paws starting ach and he couldn’t help but sit down and lick his paws. “We should rest.” Amberjay meowed grabbing the others attention as they all looked back at Birchpaw.
“Why?” Silentbreeze scoffed. “We can travel through the night. Why did Oakclan send an apprentice anyway?”
“Kestrelstar said he would helpful, and he has been.” Adderflame meowed. “None of us have experience or knowledge about the twoleg place. Without Birchpaw, we probably would’ve been chasing our tails trying to get this far.”
“I can keep going just needed a break.” Birchpaw slowly rose to his paws. “We can’t waste time.”
“Ah, no need to push yourself.” Ice came over to them. “We can all use a break and we’re making good time. You all rest and we’ll manage the hunting.” Ice and Dawn disappeared into the undergrowth.
Birchpaw slumped down giving his pelt a quick wash glancing around the clearing as the others settle down but Silentbreeze. “I’m have a look around. Make sure no predators are nesting around.” She didn’t wait for a response and slipped into the undergrowth.
“Don’t mind her. Some cats can’t keep still for too long or they go mad.” Amberjay meowed. “No one is invincible.”
“We’ll need all the wit and strength we can get once at the Cutter.” Adderflame added. “We still haven’t thought of a plan of how we’re going to get in and out of the twoleg den.”
“You can have a twoleg take you inside, but you still have to make it out.” Russet meowed between licks. “So, tell me again what’s so important about this cat you’re rescuing?”
“Stormstar is the leader of my clan, and he was betrayed by his brother, Blackheart. Who’s pretending to be leader.” Amberjay meowed. “We need to get him back, so we chase Blackheart and his rogues out. He’s bought nothing but suffering to Marshclan.”
“You all just listen to this one cat all the time? Just because they’re leader and have…well according to you nine lives.” Russet huffed. “Doesn’t sound that special to me. Just one or two cats bossing everyone around.”
Birchpaw noticed Amberjay pelt bristling but thankfully it was Adderflame who answered first. “You would have to experience it yourself. Right, Birchpaw?”
“Yeah, I didn’t like the idea at first given previous experience but being in Oakclan isn’t so bad. Through some are quick to point out I’m not clanborn but I don’t let it bother me too nor does my sisters.” Birchpaw said.
“Every clan is different and so is every leader. You would have to live in a clan to understand our ways.” Adderflame meowed. “But something tells me Floodclan would not be a good fit for you.”
“Nor would Marshclan.” Amberjay meowed. “Many in the clans wouldn’t like the idea of you touring the clans just to figure out where your loyalty lies.”
“Mmm, I still don’t like the sound of it.” Russet shifted on his side. “Too many cats and you never know who you can trust.”
Birchpaw felt his fur ripple at Russet words, he knew how that felt. Mottleblaze was defiantly the last cat he trusted in the clan even though others would tell him that Mottleblaze was very loyal to the clan.
“Maybe you’ll get the chance to experience it one day.” Adderflame meowed and perked up at the sound of the rustling bushes as Ice and Dawn returned with three mice, a vole and squirrel.
“Experience what?” Ice meowed as he gave one mouse to Amberjay.
“Living with the clans.” Adderflame meowed and thanked Dawn for the vole. “Russet almost sounds like he wants to join.”
Ice gave Russet a puzzled look than let out purr of laughter. “Not Russet. He barely wants to be around us he could never be in a clan.”
“Ice.” Dawn nudged him frowning.
“What? It’s true, I know my brother.” Ice meowed as the settled down. “It was like pulling a thorn out your paw just to get him to help with this.”
Another rustle grabbed everyone attention as Silentbreeze returned from patrolling. “Anything out there?” Birchpaw asked.
“Nope. Can never be too sure though.” Silentbreeze meowed taking the last mouse.
“Well let’s all try getting some rest. Tomorrow we should reach The Cutter and I hope one of you have a plan.” Russet meowed curling up. “You’ll need it.
Birchpaw woke to a paw poking his side, he peered his eyes to see Amberjay standing over him, the sun was just raising over the trees. “Apprentices always try to sleep in late.” He meowed. “Come on, the others are waiting for us.”
Birchpaw yawned stretching out his paws looking around the clearing they slept in last night. Everyone else was gone already and Birchpaw wondered where they were, getting to his paws he followed Amberjay as he led him to the others who was sitting in a field.
“We’re in luck.” Adderflame meowed turning to them. “We did a little scouting ahead and found a small silver path we can cross.”
“Thank Starclan.” Silentbreeze huffed.
“Once we cross it the cutter isn’t far away.” Russet meowed. “Let’s hurry.”
The group tracked on through the field making sure to stay cross to each other, they passed a nest of twoleg dens and saw strange fluffy creatures behind a black fence and before they knew it, they came to the silver path noticing it was older compared to the first one they crossed. Even it seemed no monster ran down this path in moons, they still were cautious crossing since it cut right through a thunderpath, and monsters were passing by. Birchpaw breathed in the different scents in the air some were fresh, and others were stale, he crouched beside Russet looking at the red twoleg den as another monster came to join the others resting there.
“Finally made it.” Amberjay meowed. “We’re coming to save you, Stormstar.”
“Should we wait for all these twolegs and monster to leave?” Adderflame meowed. “Getting in and out will be difficult if more show up.”
“We don’t need to waste any more time.” Amberjay got to his paws. “Nothing else will stop us.”
Birchpaw looked around as the warriors held a discussion through it was more like an argument about what to do next, they were finally here but as stated before they never decided of how they were going to enter the den and get out. He turned to Russet would was washing his spotted pelt. “Do you know another way in?”
“No. Twolegs walk their dogs and cats inside or carry them. Maybe there’s an open window or maybe you can have a twoleg carry you in.” Russet meowed shaking out his pelt. “It’s not really my problem anymore.”
“You know you’re a difficult cat to deal with.” Birchpaw huffed. “Why come all this way if you’re not going to help us see this through?”
“I came to make sure Ice and Dawn didn’t need up dying trusting and helping you.” Russet rasped. “I came to keep them safe nothing more, nothing less. We’ll be gone before they figure something out.”
Birchpaw gave the tom a dull look and turned away examining the twoleg den seeing another twoleg come out carrying a small dog. They were wasting time sitting around and arguing was getting nowhere, they need a plan and need one now. Birchpaw slipped away from the group going to the side of the den and spotted a grey and white molly sitting on a window.
“Hello, my name is Birchpaw. Do you live in this den?” Birchpaw sat down looking up at the molly.
“Yes, I do. The twoleg here kindly took me in. My name is Flower.” She meowed wrapping her tail around her paws.
“Birchpaw!” Adderflame and bounded over. “You shouldn’t wonder off at time like this.”
“I found a way inside.” Birchpaw gestured toward the window and Flower. “Maybe we can have Flower help us.”
“Great. We can get in and out from here.” Amberjay meowed turning to Flower. “We’re looking for a dark grey tom who was bought here with wounds. Do you think you can take us to him?”
“Every single one of you must be mouse brain.” Silentbreeze sneered. “Going inside of a twoleg den even if I was sent on this mission, I’m not going in.” She meowed sitting down with a huff.
“Why did Hazelstar send you if you’re going to useless helping us?” Amberjay growled turning to her. “If this mission is too much for you then you should’ve returned home days ago.”
“I don’t take order from you, and you don’t decide whether I should be here or not.” Silentbreeze hissed. “We’re in this mess because your clan is filled with backstabbers and killers!”
Things were going well with them until now, Birchpaw watched as Amberjay and Silentbreeze glared at each other, tails lashing and fur bristling. Sure, they had their differences, but this was no time for them to argue especially when they were this close to saving Stormstar, all they had to do was hold it together just a bit longer.
“Enough!” Adderflame threw himself between the two warriors. “Save your claws for a different foe. We don’t have time for this!”
“Ugh, no one likes listening to a skinny rabbit chasing Basinclan warrior either.” Silentbreeze spat. “Thank Starclan we don’t have bossy noble Oakclan warrior telling us what to do but instead we have an apprentice. Just hurry up and so we can go.”
Birchpaw noticed the others avoiding their glaze after all this argument didn’t concern them and they could leave any minute now that they help get them to The Cutter.
“I don’t think I can bring other cats inside.” Flower meowed. “My twolegs do care for strays but this would be different.”
“Well maybe you can help us a different way.” Adderflame meowed. “Could you bring our friend to us?”
“No.” Flower shook her head. “I get to roam the den cause the twoleg allows me but for others have to stay locked in the cages.”
“Cages?” Amberjay breathed. “Why are all those cats locked away?”
“So, the twolegs can heal them.” Flower meowed. “They keep anyone sick or wounded in there to make sure they heal.”
“How long does that take?” Silentbreeze asked.
“Depending on the sickness or wound, it can take a while, but some get sent home for their twolegs to watch over them.” Flower meowed
“Did the twolegs heal you?” Birchpaw asked.
“The twolegs took me in and gave me a warmth and food so I could have my kits.” She rasped. “They like me so much they decided to keep me and allow me to roam the den and gave me a new name.
“Did you let them to take your kits away?” Silentbreeze huffed.
“The twolegs help me raise them and then gave them away.” Flower meowed. “They are kind and found other twolegs just like them. I was worried at first but thought it would be better if they lived in a twoleg nest then in the wild. It worked out fine I get to see three of my kits when their twolegs bring them here if they get sick or wounded.”
Birchpaw recalled his encounters with twolegs, some threw things at him and chase his family away while they were looking for food but there were some twoleg like Roy’s who allowed Sage and Lily to enter their den for a few days so maybe as Dawn said, not all twolegs are bad.
“Okay, so we can’t get Stormstar out unless a twoleg lets him out.” Adderflame huffed. “It kind of feels like were back at the beginning of this mission.”
“We did tell you get inside and out here will be difficult.” Russet meowed. “You had no real plan to start with and now everything is falling apart. What if he no longer here? How long are you going to chase your tails?”
Birchpaw looked at the others as they each gave confused and worried glances. Starclan told them that Stormstar was in a red twoleg den, and this is where their journey lead them. Everything happening felt unlucky like returning from a hunt with nothing to show, how were they supposed to save Stormstar.
“Flower could you perhaps go inside, find the cat we’re looking for and tell him we’re here?” Adderflame asked. “It might not be much but maybe Stormstar spirits will be lifted.”
“I guess I can do that.” Flower nodded. “Tell me what he looks like.”
“Dark grey tom with yellow eyes. He has a notch in his left ear and a scar running along his right shoulder.” Amberjay meowed. “His name is Stormstar.”
Flower nodded slipping inside through the window leaving the group sitting in the tall grass waiting for her return. After some time passed, the sun was starting to set maybe if they didn’t get him out today, they could try something tomorrow as we would need to take shelter soon the tall grass didn’t provide enough to protect them from any predators.
“So?” Amberjay perked up and everyone looked at Flower as she pulled herself out the window.
“I went to the areas where they keep cats in the cages and called out, but no one answered me.” Flower meowed. “I think he’s gone.”
“Gone where?” Amberjay meowed.
“Mm. Probably taken in by a twoleg.” Flower meowed. “Just like my kits, the twolegs ask other twolegs to come give older cats a home so another twoleg probably took him away. Sorry, I have to go the twolegs are leaving and they want me inside.” Flower meowed slipping back inside through the window.
The cats stood there not sure what to do next, it’s been days since they left the forest and came all the way here to rescue Stormstar and not they are standing here with nothing. Silentbreeze kicked at the dirt and hissed in annoyance.
“Such a waste on time!” She yowled. “We could be home guarding our borders from bloodthirsty Marshclan! Not out here chasing ghost!”
“We’re not bloodthirsty! Blackheart is not our leader, and his actions don’t reflect the rest of us!” Amberjay hissed.
“Yet so many of the clan is following him so blindly like Toadstar and Dewstar. I knew Marshclan was the ruthless of us all but to think you would start killing each other, maybe it do some good to have you all gone.” Silentbreeze whipped around tail lashing through the air. “Well, I for one is going back home, who coming with me?”
“We just can’t give up, Silentbreeze. Starclan told us where to look we just got it wrong; we have to find Stormstar.” Birchpaw meowed.
“They want us to go looking around every twoleg den until we find him? Do you know how many dens there are?” Silentbreeze scoffed. “We need to go home.”
Birchpaw looked to Amberjay for help, but the dark warrior was staring off in the distance, probably the idea of not saving his clan or leader had broken him completely. He turned to Adderflame hoping he would say something, all of this couldn’t be for nothing.
“Now, Silentbreeze.” Adderflame meowed. “I understand your anger and wanting to go back home but if we don’t bring Stormstar back, Marshclan won’t be the same. What about the families still there? The queens and kits that can’t defend themselves and have to share a camp with cats they can’t trust?”
“So, you’d rather keep looking for Stormstar with little to no hope finding him for Marshclan sake?” Silentbreeze asked. “Don’t you want to be there for your kits’ birth?
“I do believe me.” Adderflame meowed. “But if Blackheart shouldn’t leader its going cause problems for all of us, he’s already demanding for more territory and if he bring in more rogues then it will be more bloodshed probably worst then Toadstar and Dewstar.” Adderflame placed his tail on Silentbreeze’s shoulder. “I don’t want to see my clan terrorized by Marshclan again, if finding and being Stormstar back prevents that then I going to make that happen.”
“Ah, what should we do then? We can’t go looking for every red twoleg den.” Silentbreeze huffed.
“Maybe we can get lucky by checking them.” Adderflame shrugged then turned to Russet. “Hate to bother you all any further but can you take us to the nearest twolegs nest? We can check them tomorrow.”
“You all are really dedicated to this rescue mission and it’s kind of interesting. Is there a twolegs nest over the ridge?” Russet meowed to Ice.
“Yeah, it a small nest with not many dens so maybe we have a better chance of finding him.” Ice meowed. “We better find shelter before it gets too dark and a fox or something shows up.”
The group gathered together making their way through the tall golden grass until they reached the forest and settled down in makeshift nests to sleep in. Birchpaw noticed Amberjay lazy slump down into his nest and could understand something clearly at last behind the older warrior eyes fading, if Amberjay had given up finding Stormstar and saving Marshclan then this journey was for nothing and his they didn’t find Stormstar tomorrow then Birchpaw hoped the clans could survive against Blackheart and his rogues. Grabbing the moss Birchpaw gathered for his own nest padded over to Amberjay making his nest and settled down beside the dark brown warrior hoping he didn’t mind as they both started drifting off to sleep.
Birchpaw woke to a nose touching his forehead and blinking as he looked up, thinking Amberjay was standing in front of them but after glancing over noticing the dark brown warrior was still sleep beside him meaning this couldn’t be a dream and clearing his eyes of sleep began to notice the stars in the cat’s pelt.
“Who are…are you Toadstar?” Birchpaw meowed getting to his paws seeing the similarly between Toadstar, Amberjay and Yellowfang. “Are you here to give me another message?”
Toadstar blinked at Birchpaw, and it made his pelt twitch with anxiety as they stood in silences. A moment passed as wind ruffled his fur and Birchpaw started to speak again but Toadstar spoke first. “Follow.” Toadstar bounded off into the undergrowth not looking back to see if Birchpaw as behind him.
“Hey! Wait!” Birchpaw called and started after him then remembered the others were still sleeping. "Wake up every one! Hurry!” Birchpaw yowled as he bounded after Toadstar’s spirit.
Everyone jerked awake at Birchpaw’s suddenly yowling looking around dazed and confused. “What’s happening?” Silentbreeze yawned.
“I don’t know.” Adderflame mumbled. “Where’s Birchpaw going off too?”
“Has the young one lost his mind?” Russet huffed. “Should we follow him?” After looking at each other everyone got to their paws and raced after Birchpaw. The chase led them to the ridge where Birchpaw was standing, it seems he was looking down at the twoleg nest.
“What’s wrong with him?” Silentbreeze huffed.
“Are you sure we we’ll find him here?” Birchpaw meowed.
Adderflame exchanged a confused look with Silentbreeze and padded over to Birchpaw gently nudging him. “um, Birchpaw? Are you okay?’
Birchpaw turned to him whiskers twitching with amusement. “I know where to find Stormstar!” he cheered. “We need to find the red twoleg den with a metal bird on top. Stormstar is inside. Let’s go.” Birchpaw meowed starting to make his way down the pathway.
“Now hold on, Birchpaw.” Adderflame meowed jumping in front of the apprentice. “How do you know exactly where to look?”
Birchpaw blinked at the reddish-brown tom. “Oh, Toadstar just told me.” He looked around at the others even catching Amberjay’s surprise blink. “Come on, this isn’t the time to stand around and gawk.” He meowed going around Adderflame and continued down the pathway.
“What do you mean Toadstar told you?” Amberjay padded alongside him.
“At first I thought it was you, but it wasn’t and Toadstar told me to follow.” Birchpaw meowed as they followed the curve of the path. “He pointed out the red twoleg den we need to go in order to find Stormstar.”
“Did he say anything else?” Amberjay asked and Birchpaw shook his head.
“So, you can speak with Starclan?” Silentbreeze scoffed. “Maybe you need to become a medicine if they are giving you messages. Maybe you have a special connection with them.”
“No, thank you.” Birchpaw huffed. “I wouldn’t be a good medicine cat no matter how much training I receive, and I don’t really understand why they keep sending me visions.”
“Silentbreeze could be right.” Adderflame nodded. “You could have a special connection with Starclan, and they needed you on this journey because of it.”
The group came to edge of the forest and was greeted by rows of twoleg fences, and the roaring noise of monsters could be heard in the distance. Birchpaw lead them to the front of the twoleg dens where they were able to cross along the bushes to each den until they came to a red twoleg den.
“Are you sure this is the right den?” Silentbreeze asked.
“Positive.” Birchpaw nodded. “Toadstar said it’s the one with the metal bird.”
“I don’t see any metal bird.” Silentbreeze huffed then turned to Adderflame. “Talk some sense into him will you.”
Adderflame shrugged his shoulders at Silentbreeze then turned to Birchpaw. “There’re different scents all around this den even dog. Make sure you’re right, or we all be in danger.”
Birchpaw leaped onto the fence then down into the yard creeping along the shadows of the bushes that lined the side of the den. When the heavy wind blew pass and the sun shined down on him, Birchpaw noticed the silhouette of a bird overhead and ducked behind the tall pine bushes that were along the fence. Peaking his head out Birchpaw searched the sky the bird so he could race back and warn the others but seeing there wasn’t a bird flying overhead, Birchpaw stepped out as the silhouette of the bird spinning on the ground following the shadow led him to another smaller twoleg den where a metal bird was standing on and every time the wind would pass by it would spin.
“We made it!” Birchpaw cheered as the others joined him in the twoleg yard.
“Alright, keep your voice down.” Silentbreeze meowed. “Don’t draw unwanted attention toward us. Now how do we get Stormstar out? That is if he’s inside.”
The group turned to the larger twoleg den and Birchpaw approached the entrance way that twoleg used. “Some twolegs have entrance ways that cats and dogs can fit through.” He leaped onto the ledge of the window trying to see inside the den. “Oh, wait. I see other cats laying on soft bedding.
“Is one of them Stormstar?” Amberjay perked up.
“Come up here and see yourself.” Birchpaw meowed. “I don’t know what he exactly looks like.”
Birchpaw moved over to allow Amberjay space to join him on the window ledge. There was movement in the den and different eyes rested on them before a pair of yellow eyes came toward them and leaped onto the window staring back at them, it was a dark gray tom with a torn ear and a scar along his right tom. Birchpaw could feel Amberjay pelt twitching and the rumbling purr he let out.
“Stormstar!” Amberjay chirped.
“Seriously?” Silentbreeze meowed trying to get on the ledge with them to see.
“Relax, Silentbreeze.” Birchpaw whipped around facing the older molly. “We can’t all fit up here.” Birchpaw jumped down allowing Silentbreeze to join Amberjay and Adderflame padded over.
“Well done, Birchpaw.” Adderflame meowed. “Without you we wouldn’t have found Stormstar maybe you’ll walk a path guide by Starclan.”
Birchpaw gave a small shrug to Adderflame not taking his comment to heart. Sure, Starclan had been giving him visions and led him to finding Stormstar, but Birchpaw was just happy they finally did and now they just need to get him back home. If Starclan was guiding his paw steps every way, then hopefully they would tell him a way of how they could get Stormstar out of the twoleg den.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Mar 7, 2021 1:00:25 GMT -5
Binge read in a day, heh heh.
Birch is a really interesting main character and you have really solid descriptions in your story. It's really interesting and I'll be following it! I did notice a couple spelling errors here and there, but since for the most part I was using my screen-reader I can't say much other than a couple of "starclans" here and there. ^^
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Post by Taiyou on Apr 17, 2021 8:41:55 GMT -5
Chapter 13 The next day, Birchpaw sat with the others discussing how they could get Stormstar out the twoleg den. He glanced over at Amberjay sitting on the window ledge talking to Stormstar even Birchpaw was sure either tom could hear what the other was saying he figured them just seeing to each other after so long was comforting enough. He turned his attention back to the group as Adderflame spoke.
“Maybe if the twoleg leaves a window open then Stormstar could escape.” Adderflame meowed. “Though just saying that sound like hopefully thinking.”
“Maybe he could run out as they the twoleg is leaving.” Silentbreeze added. “Twolegs are always coming and going or maybe could attack them causing a distraction.”
“I don’t think there’s a need to attack the twoleg.” Dawn meowed. “This twoleg saved him and thinks keeping him is the right thing to do.”
“Some twolegs allow their kittypets to go and out like Roy’s.” Birchpaw joined in the discussion. “Maybe we can see and hope this twoleg does that, but they seem to have other cats then Stormstar, so they probably don’t let them out at all.”
The sound of an approaching monster grabbed everyone attention and they ducked behind the smaller twoleg den as the twolegs came into the yard. Birchpaw watched the male twoleg open the entrance to the den and his heart raced, this was the chance they were looking for to allow Stormstar to escape. It seemed Amberjay realized that also and bounded from behind the small den calling out to Stormstar.
“Run, Stormstar!” He yowled and twolegs looked back at him.
“What is that mouse brain tom doing?” Silentbreeze sneered.
“Taking the chance to get Stormstar out.” Adderflame meowed. “If the twolegs are distracted he could escape.”
“Hurry, Stormstar!” Amberjay took a few steps toward the den and Birchpaw could see Stormstar jump down from the window and bounded toward the entrance, maybe this would actually work but Stormstar could step out a young dog came rushing out passed him barking at Amberjay.
“Amberjay! Run!” Birchpaw yowled as he and the others stepped out from behind the small den.
“Of course, the twolegs would have a dog.” Silentbreeze meowed. “We need to go before it decides to make us into a sneak.”
“What about Stormstar?” Birchpaw asked. He looked over seeing the female twoleg stand between the dog and Amberjay as the male grabbed the dog by its collar. The female turned to Amberjay mouthing something to him.
“We can come back later.” Adderflame added. “Amberjay! We have to go!”
Amberjay hissed at the dog and twoleg before noticing that the entrance of the den had close before Stormstar could get out. With a heavy sigh, he turned and followed the others as they jumped onto the fence and onto the pathway behind the den.
“That was our chance!” Amberjay kicked the gravel path under their paws. “Next time I’ll claw that dog’s muzzle clean off.”
“I told you all that we should attack the twoleg the moment they open the entrance.” Silentbreeze meowed.
“It’ll be unnecessary to attack these twolegs…” Dawn began and the sound of the male twoleg voice interpreted her, and the group bounded away from the fence as the male perked overlooking for them and after a while, he walked away going inside his den.
“Come morning we should try telling Stormstar to look for a way out.” Adderflame meowed as he and Russet slipped from under a bush lining a different fence. “I agree with Dawn beside the dog the twolegs do seem kind and we should figure out a way to use that.”
“Are we supposed to talk the twolegs now?” Silentbreeze huffed. “Ask them so very kindly to let Stormstar out.”
“Well, we can try, right Dawn?” Ice asked.
“I never said I could talk to them, but I do understand their movements.” Dawn meowed. “You can tell when a twoleg is happy or mad at you. Before attacking a twoleg willing to save of one of us we should and reason with them.”
Birchpaw watched as everyone gave subtle nods to Dawn’s suggestion though he could tell Silentbreeze wasn’t too happy at the plan, but this was better than standing around doing nothing.
As the sun began to set, the group took shelter under by bushes. Birchpaw went hunting with Silentbreeze and after catching his mouse he noticed the light tortoiseshell molly approached with two voles. Birchpaw thought this would be a good time to get to know the Floodclan warrior a little better.
“I didn’t think Floodclan could hunt forest prey so well.” Birchpaw meowed.
“We don’t always fill up on fish, but I never heard of Oakclan willing to get their paws wet, so I guess we both have hidden talents .” Silentbreeze meowed. “You should’ve come to Floodclan with those natural skills.”
“I probably couldnt handle been separated from my sisters.” Birchpaw meowed. “Lilypaw doesn’t care for it and while Sage is good probably better than me, they fit well in Oakclan.”
“You don’t?” Silentbreeze asked and Birchpaw figured he shouldn’t allow another clan to doubt his loyalty to Oakclan.
“I got off to a rocky start with some cats, but I do feel at home in Oakclan. It’s nice not having to move around so much.” Birchpaw meowed.
Silentbreeze gave a slight nod. “Sounds like Oakclan gained a new proud member but I think Hazelstar would’ve welcomed you. He’s quite strange even for a leader. We should get back to the others.”
“Strange?” Birchpaw grabbed his mouse padding along Silentbreeze. “As in his relationship with Oakclan?” Birchpaw notice the puzzling look on Silentbreeze face. “I heard there’s like an alliance between our clans or that’s what Crowfang was upset about Hazelstar agreeing with Kestrelstar.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s an alliance just under Hazelstar leadership things changed.” Silentbreeze meowed. “Under Gullstar we fought for Flat Rocks, but Hazelstar changed that, and I guess there’s an understanding between him and Kestrelstar. They are close in age, and they were warriors at the same time so it’s more like rivalry, but Hazelstar always puts Floodclan first.”
“I heard he’s kind of flashy and given I met him up close guess it’s true.” Birchpaw purred hoping Silentbreeze wouldn’t be offended.”
“Oh, yes.” Silentbreeze nodded. “There’s a tell along the elders that Hazelstar dove into icy waters to save an apprentice and other mouse brain things, but Gullstar chose him anyway for deputy.”
“Hawksplash and others said the pervious deputy was lose in a storm. Does Floodclan get the most damage from storm?” Birchpaw asked.
“We manage storms simply fine. Floodclan are good swimmers a little raising water never stopped us.” Silentbreeze meowed proudly. “Gooseleg was trying to help an elder leave camp when a tree fell on him, and he was washed away. The only real problem is twolegs and their loud monsters scaring away the fish.”
“Is that way you don’t like twolegs?” Birchpaw stepped back as Silentbreeze turned around glaring at him. “I mean… you have a grudge against them, and everyone notices it.”
Silentbreeze huffed lashing her tail through the air. “When I was an apprentice, we used to fish where the water gathered into a lake. Fish was plentiful in green leaf there.”
“Twolegs came along and ruined that?” Birchpaw watched as Silentbreeze shock her head.
“They had these webs to catch the fish. One day our mentors decided to take us out early to fish. While I was fishing with Barrypaw, everything was going fine when suddenly the twolegs in their floating monsters came making noise.” Silentbreeze sighed and Birchpaw could see the glint of sadness in her eyes.
“I was on shore watching as one their floating monsters died, and black liquid poured out into the water. I told Barrypaw he need to get out, but his paw got tangled up in one of the webs, it took his mentor and three warriors to get him out. Their pelts were turned black, and our medicine cats did everything possible…” Silentbreeze tail dropped as she started making her way back to the others and Birchpaw padded alongside her. “Barrypaw died, water and that black liquid in his lungs also his mentor and the warriors. After that, Gullstar said no more fishing in the lake so yes twoleg aren’t my favorite to cross paths with.”
“I'm sorry that happened, Silentbreeze.” Birchpaw meowed. “Twolegs are dangerous creatures, but I think the twoleg that took Stormstar mean well. We just have to convince them to let him go.”
Silentbreeze shrugged her shoulders as they approached the others that nested along the fence in the bushes. Adderflame had just returned from the twoleg yard and greeted them.
“Amberjay has decided to sleep in the bush under the window. I never seen a warrior more devoted to their leader.” Adderflame meowed. “I hope Marshclan realizes that after everything, he’ll make a fine deputy.”
“Mmm. If we successfully get Stormstar out.” Silentbreeze meowed after finishing one of her voles then looked at Dawn. “I hope you can actual get through those twolegs so we can get this over with.”
When morning came the group entered the backyard and Birchpaw noticed the silver object sitting beside the entrance, it was filled with brown pallets.
“What’s this?” Adderflame meowed sniffing the object. “are those rabbit droppings?”
“No, its food.” Ice meowed. “This is what twolegs feed their Kittypets. It’s very tasty.”
“A mouse or fish is tastier.” Silentbreeze meowed. “that’s not really can't be food.”
“It’s better than nothing.” Ice meowed between bits.
Birchpaw saw Amberjay leap onto the ledge looking for Stormstar and he decided to join him. The window was open a little and a barrier was blocking them from entering. “Good to see you feeling better. If you gaven up hope, then I think we would be back home now.”
“I have you to thank for that.” Amberjay meowed. “ Without you and the others, Marshclan would no longer exist. If Starclan hadn’t spoken to you then we would’ve all given up.”
“Well maybe you’re right about that. I think Toadstar wants to save his clan and family from Blackheart.” Birchpaw huffed.
Movement inside the den caught their attention and Amberjay perked up as a figure came toward them. Instead of Stormstar staring back at them was a young flame colored kit with wide green eyes.
“Are you friends with Stormy?” the kit mewed.
Amberjay and Birchpaw glanced at each other and Amberjay nodded. “Yes, we’re good friends of Stormy. Is he around?”
Another cat made their way over to them and leaped up beside the kit, it was Stormstar. “Flare, your mother would be worried about you. How about you run along and play with your littermates?”
“I want to stay and meet your friends. Please?” Flare squeaked.
“Kits. They never want to go where they supposed to be it.” Stormstar purred then turned to Birchpaw and Amberjay. “Tell me did the clans really come together for me?”
“It was Kestrelstar's idea.” Birchpaw meowed. “The medicine cats received visions from Starclan about the destruction of the forest if Blackheart stays leader.”
“Yes, I never saw it coming.” Stormstar shook his head. “How is the clan fairing?”
“Vinepaw told us the clan is split in alliance.” Birchpaw meowed. “Applesun and some of the elders got out and Oakclan took them in…well kind of as Prisoners but I promise Kestrelstar is treating them fairly.”
“Yellowfang and I would’ve led the seniors’ warriors to battle but attacking our clanmates that are being tricked by Blackheart is something we couldn’t stomach.” Amberjay meowed.
“Is Branchsplash and my kits, okay?” Stormstar asked.
“According to Vinepaw, Blackheart sent him on patrol with some the rogues and order them to kill him because he saw what happened during the battle. Luckily, he escaped and came to Oakclan.” Birchpaw meowed. “He didn’t want to leave his littermates and mother but had no choose.”
Stormstar bristled and dug his claws into the ledge. “I shouldn’t be here when my clan is in danger. Do you have a plan to get me out?”
“Your leaving, Stormy?” Flare asked looking up at the tom.
“The stories I told you and your littermates are real.” Stormstar meowed placing his tail on the kit's shoulder. “I have to go home and save my family.”
“Home?” Another voiced grabbed their attention, it was a dark ginger and white molly. “This is your home. The twolegs saved you and you want to leave?”
“I know that and I'm thankful, but I’m needed elsewhere.” Stormstar meowed as the Molly joined them on the ledge. “I'm a forest cat not a kittypet.”
“Maybe you can get find a way out from the inside.” Birchpaw meowed changing the topic. “Does the twolegs leave a window or something open during the day?”
“No, they don’t.” The molly meowed nudging her kit away.
“Don’t mind Holly.” Stormstar meowed. “She’s nice and I been helping her kits I guess she don’t want to lose a friend.”
“Maybe we can try and ask the twoleg to let you out.” Dawn meowed.
“How do we do that?” Amberjay asked.
“As I said before sometimes the twolegs understand our gestures like if we’re hungry or hurt.” Dawn meowed. “These twolegs seem nice.”
“Talking to twolegs.” Silentbreeze huffed from behind as her and others joined. “Wait until the clans hear about this.”
“The twolegs should be home soon.” Stormstar meowed. “You just have to try then the male seems to really like us, he’s the one you need to convince.”
Birchpaw sat with Russet and Adderflame waiting for Amberjay to give the signal the twolegs had returned. Earlier they worked at a plan that Dawn and Ice would lead the Twolegs to the yard and they would try to show them that Stormstar need to be with them.
“I hope this works.” Adderflame meowed. “I can only imagine that the clans are holding up against Blackheart, he could be attacking our clans as we speak.”
“I am sure the clans are doing fine.” Birchpaw meowed. “We all got strong warriors and who knows maybe this could change things between the clans.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Birchpaw.” Adderflame meowed. “I know your young and still learning but something major would have to happen for something like that. Once this is over, we’ll go back to defending our borders and hunting before Leaf-bare hits.”
“Sounds like a fun time.” Russet meowed dryly. “Patrol and fighting day and night.”
“For a cat like you it might be a good thing.” Adderflame nudged him playfully. “Even our elders are more active than you.”
“I am not lazy.” Russet puffed his chest out. “I believe in just working smarter and not harder.”
Birchpaw twitched his whiskers in amusement at Russet and Adderflame. Ever since the two groups met and traveled together, the two has become close, friends even and Birchpaw wished this would stay once they got back to the clans, but he knew Adderflame was right. Stormstar leading Marshclan would put things back into balance and the forest would be back to normal. A sharp mew pulled their attention to Amberjay sitting beside the den flicking his tail.
Birchpaw sit up straight with Russet and Adderflame as they saw Ice and Dawn rounded the side of the house quicky enough to slip into the nearby bushes and allow Silentbreeze to slip out meowing at the twolegs as they came looking for the previous two cats. Leading the twolegs toward them, Birchpaw noticed Silentbreeze quicken her pace knowing the she-cat wouldn’t allow the twolegs the chance to touch her even for a second as the twolegs approached them, Ice and Dawn joined them sitting down and everyone started meowing at the twolegs.
“I hope they understand us.” Adderflame meowed.
“Please, let them Starclan. I feel like a mouse brain doing this.” Silentbreeze huffed.
Seeing the twolegs were gesturing to each other then back to the group, Birchpaw guess they were trying to figure out why they were here. Amberjay came from behind them rubbing up against the male twoleg, Dawn told them that some twolegs like it when a cat does that to them. Amberjay bounded over to the window and leaped onto the ledge, where he and Stormstar started pawing at the window then Amberjay turned to the Twolegs and meow.
“Think they understand us?” Birchpaw meowed to Dawn.
“I think so. We have to wait and see.” Dawn meowed.
Birchpaw saw the twolegs mouth something to each other then turned around walking away going back toward their monster leaving the cats confused. “So, did we convince them to let Stormstar go?” Silentbreeze meowed. “Because that just felt like a waste of them.”
“Twolegs are strange creatures.” Russet meowed. “It seem like they understood us.”
Minutes passed as the group waited and a little while go, Stormstar left the window and Amberjay sat waiting for his return. A clicking noise pulled everyone’s attention to the entrance of the den as the male twoleg stepped out carrying something, Amberjay jumped down meowing at them and Birchpaw knew he would try to convince the twoleg again.
“What’s that?” Silentbreeze meowed as the twoleg sit the object down.
“A cage or carrier.” Dawn meowed. “Sometimes twolegs put us in those so they can take us with them in their monsters.”
The twoleg bent down and they watched as he open the cage, a cheerful meow came from it as Stormstar bounded out coming over to them. Amberjay was the first to greet the dark grey tom. “Stormstar!” He purred.
“Thank Starclan, we can go home now.” Silentbreeze meowed.
“It seems they did understand us.” Stormstar purred then turned to the twoleg. “Thank you so much.” He meowed.
“I told you it would work.” Dawn meowed. “Kindhearted twolegs are the best, they’ll take you in provide warmth and food forever.”
Birchpaw saw the twoleg slowly reach out with its hairless paw toward Stormstar, who in returned rubbed his head against it. “Another way we communicate with twolegs.” Dawn meowed. “They love it when we purr and do all sort of things.”
“Well, I think we can all agree it’s time we head out.” Adderflame meowed. “By the time we get back to the forest, a gathering will be nearing. I can just imagine everyone’s face when we return.”
“Especially Blackheart.” Silentbreeze huffed. “I know we’re not supposed to fight at gatherings, but I don’t think Starclan would mind if we chased him and those rogues off.”
As the group started making their way to the front of the den, Birchpaw noticed the twoleg follow after them and when they passed the window, the queen and her kits were sitting there mouthing something, he figured they were saying goodbye to Stormstar.
They tracked their way back to the forest until they got to the old silver path crossing, passing the cutter’s den and it was nearly sundown when they reached the tall golden grass. “We should rest for the night.” Amberjay meowed.
“We can take shelter in the barn.” Dawn gestured to the large barn in the middle of the grass. “There should be mice inside too, so we don’t have to go out hunting.”
“Can we get away from the twolegs and their objects?” Silentbreeze meowed. “We can reach the other silver path and thunderpath then rest by nightfall.”
“Or we could get caught by a fox or something in the middle of the night. The barn will provide us with good shelter and food.” Russet meowed. “No reason for the rest of us to risk our lives because your scared of twolegs.”
“I never said I was scared of them!” Silentbreeze bristled. “We spend days looking for Stormstar we need to get back home and besides when are you three leaving. We don’t need your help anymore not that you were much help.”
“It was amusing see you all having your tails bundled up.” Russet shrugged. “You’re right through you all can continue on while we’ll rest with full bellies.” Russet meowed making his way toward the barn.
“Silentbreeze, the barn won’t have any twolegs inside of it. We’ll be safe there and at first light we can leave.” Adderflame meowed. “We’ll be home before you know it.”
Silentbreeze mumbled under her breath then turned away from Adderflame and stalked toward the barn with the rest. Once at then barn, they slipped inside through a gap on the side, it felt cool inside, and the ground was cover in yellow bedding. Birchpaw shuffled around the yellow bedding and noticed Dawn settle down on a large bundle of it.
“This takes me back. I would spend hours playing in this with my mother and littermates.” Dawn meowed. “We’re always warm even it was raining outside and did have to worry about food.”
“I wish I could take some back with us. Pebbleflower would love it and this in the nursery would keep kits save when they play to rough.” Adderflame meowed kneading the soft floor under them.
“It also attracts mice.” Ice popped up with a mouse dangling from his mouth and padded over to Dawn. “I think I can get used to living here.”
Birchpaw licked his whiskers clean and settle down on top of a bundle of yellow bedding. He looked around the barn, Ice and Dawn were already sleep it seemed. Amberjay and Stormstar were bundled together whispering to each other, probably about Marshclan. Silentbreeze was washing her fur in a corner and on the higher level was Russet and Adderflame. Birchpaw shifted around feeling his body becoming heavy with sleep, their journey was coming to end and soon they would be back in the forest making everything right for clans. Chapter 14
Birchpaw woke to the sound of a loud roar and looked around the barn. Ice and Russet was standing at the opening on the side pecking outside. With a yawn, he got up going over to them. “Is that a monster?” Birchpaw asked.
“I thought we didn’t have to worry about twolegs.” Silentbreeze huffed.
“The twoleg is collecting the corn, it’s the food they eat.” Russet meowed. “I am sure we can just wait it out, they seem almost done.”
“No more waiting!” Silentbreeze leaped down from the corner she was laying in. “We said at first light we would leave. We’re not wasting more daylight.”
“If we go out there with the monster now, we won’t get anywhere.” Dawn meowed. “That monster eats the grass for the twoleg and will eat you too.”
“Yeah, relax.” Ice meowed. “Your clans aren’t going anywhere why not fill your belly with mice and we can leave by sunhigh, we’ll still have enough daylight to get back to other silver path.”
Silentbreeze lashed her tail through the air flicking her ear tips in annoyance before storming away going up to the upper area of the barn. Birchpaw padded over to Stormstar as he stirred awake. “How are you feeling Stormstar? Nice to be out that twoleg place, yes?”
“Oh, morning…Birchpaw?” Stormstar huffed. “It does feel so nice to sleep outside though between you and me, the twoleg did have some nice nests.” Stormstar stretched out his paws. “Amberjay told me about you. Something about having a connection with Starclan?”
“I wouldn’t say that.” Birchpaw shuffled on his paws. “I’m not a medicine cat apprentice, I think they just like bothering me. Surly they would’ve spent another message to the clans in some way.”
“Well, it makes me wish Marshclan recruited you and not Oakclan.” Stormstar meowed. “Also thank you for looking after Vinepaw, he was always a little standoffish even around his own clanmates, maybe you two will have a little rivalry.”
“Well, I know him, and the others will be glad to have you back.” Birchpaw meowed. “Once the twoleg is done with its monster we can leave.”
Birchpaw pricked up as the roaring monster seemed to die down and looked at Russet as he padded back inside. “The twoleg is taking the monster away so this is probably our chance now and just know that the grass is shorter now, so we won’t be hidden this time.”
“Let’s just go before they come back.” Silentbreeze meowed as she came down. The group made their way out the barn and stepping around the discard leaves of the tall grass, since it was shorter, they could see where they were going better. The group was nearly at the end of the field when the sound of barking made everyone jump and look around.
“Dogs? We didn’t pass any on the way here. Why now?” Adderflame meowed.
“Maybe the twolegs keep them close to their nest but let them out now.” Ice meowed. “We need to go quickly, take shelter in the forest.”
The group quicken their pace as the sound of barking grew louder and closer, just as they were nearing where the forest meant the tall grass, two dogs and a yellow cat came into sight. “Is that mouse brain is leading them toward us!” Silentbreeze meowed. “Quicky climb up the trees.”
“Wait what?” Birchpaw whipped around watching as the others began climbing up the trees.
“Hurry up, Birchpaw.” Adderflame called down.
“I can’t.” Birchpaw meowed pressing against the tree.
“Can’t what?” Adderflame looked at the others who shrugged. “You can’t climb trees?”
“A Oakclan cat that can’t climb trees?” Silentbreeze meowed.
“Not Clanborn though.” Amberjay meowed.
“He should’ve been taught by now.” Stormstar meowed.
“Stop!” Adderflame yowled. “That doesn’t matter right now. Don’t worry Birchpaw, we can go hide somewhere else.” He meowed jumping down.
“No, Adderflame.” Birchpaw meowed. “I can outrun them…I think or at least lead them away.”
“Nonsense. I am not letting you do that.” Adderflame meowed trying to lead Birchpaw under a bush, but it was too late. The yellow cat leaped into the closes tree and one of the dogs nearly had their tail as it jumped-up barking. The other dog sniffed the air catching Adderflame and Birchpaw’s scent, as it snarled stalking over to them.
“No time to run now. Remember your training and avoid their teeth.” Adderflame bristled as the dog approached them. “We’re just want to send them running with a lesson of not bothering us again.”
Birchpaw looked from Adderflame to the snarling dog in front of them. The dog in the junkyard got this close but didn’t flash its teeth at him and size difference was noticeable, this large dog made Birchpaw feel like he was a kit again, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched Adderflame lunge forward swiping the dog’s muzzle.
The dog yapped in pain shaking its muzzle free of blood before snapping its large teeth at Adderflame who tried to avoid the snarling beast. The other dog that was focused on the yellow cat in the tree had given up the chase as it heard the fighting between its friend and Adderflame pushing it way through the bushes it started charging Adderflame from the side.
“Look out, Adderflame!” Birchpaw got his paws rushing over to stand between the charge dog when a battle cry came from above.
“Not today you ugly beast!” Silentbreeze leaped down from the tree and landed squarely on the dog’s shoulders digging her claws in. Surprised at the sudden cat landing on it, the dog tried throwing Silentbreeze off as more battle cries filled the air and the others came bounding down the trees joining in on the attack.
Stormstar, Amberjay and Dawn joined Silentbreeze’s attack of the black and brown dog, swiping at its muzzle and legs not giving it the chance to focus on only one of them. Birchpaw saw Russet and Ice charge the dog standing over Adderflame, blood trickled down his shoulder, he bounded over to join them when Russet fling himself at the dog, biting its nose before he was thrown off. Both Ice and Birchpaw battled at the dog as it tried cleaning the blood off its nose.
The dogs started backing away from the groups of cats as they bristled and swiped at them. Turning away, the dogs cried out running away from them heading back over the hill they came from. Birchpaw turned to the others, Russet was helping Adderflame to his paws who winced in pain from the bite on his shoulder.
“That will teach them not to bother us again. We stood together and faced them sent them running with their tails between their legs. ” Silentbreeze huffed then looked around for the yellow cat that led the dogs toward them. “Unlike some fox heart cats.”
“Can you walk?” Russet asked Adderflame as he licked his wound.
“I think so.” Adderflame grimaced. “Don’t let me show us down, there’s still enough daylight for us to make it back to the forest.”
“Then we can afford to take a break.” Stormstar meowed. “At least get some herbs on your wound and we don’t want to attract other predators with the scent of blood.”
The group travel though the forest until they found until they came to a hollow tree where they could take a break in. Dawn had gathered herbs for Adderflame’s shoulder bite and was applying them to the wound before moving over to Silentbreeze to ask if she had any wounds.
“How is it that you’re afraid to climb trees, Birchpaw?” Silentbreeze meowed. “It’s like Oakclan whole thing to climb those tall oaks in your territory.”
“I don’t like being up that high.” Birchpaw huffed licking his chest in embarrassment. “I’m fine on the ground.”
“There’s no shame having a fear of something.” Amberjay meowed, “But climbing trees is useful at any moment. Ask your mentor to teach you when we return to the clans, it could save your life one day.”
“I guess you’re right.” Birchpaw meowed. “But I would rather stay on the ground or go for a swim. I am a good swimmer.”
“You’re in a clan where swimming doesn’t happen of course you would be the only good swimmer probably the best but not better than a Floodclan cat.” Silentbreeze scoffed.
“One day we can find out who’s the better swimmer.” Birchpaw smirked.
After resting and making sure Adderflame could make it through the rest of the journey, the group continued on. They passed the iron fences and made it to the park, where a few twolegs gathered could be seen. They slipped into the undergrowth to avoid the younger ones running around.
Once passed the park, they traveled through the tall, small field of grass heading towards the silver path as the loud roar of the silver monster alerted them of its presence. Birchpaw pinned his ears back as the group waited under a tree for the silver monster to pass then continued across until they came to the junkyard and heard the barking of Socks even seeing the dog’s wet nose under a board of the fence.
Crossing the first thunderpath where they started their journey, Birchpaw lead the group to Roy’s den and the group slipped into his yard to rest as the sun was starting to set. “We finally made it home.” Stormstar meowed.
“Just wait until the clans see your return.” Silentbreeze meowed purring. “Blackheart might even faint. I can’t wait.”
“We shouldn’t go through Marshclan territory.” Amberjay huffed. “The moment a patrol sees us there will be trouble before we get the chance to get to the gathering.”
“Let’s go to Basinclan.” Adderflame meowed. “If we travel along the twoleg yards, we can reach the border and catch a patrol.”
The group nodded in agreement as they began crossing into the other yards, making sure to check if a dog or twoleg was around before leaping down. Dusk was setting by the time they reached the tall mountains that marked Star Carven and Birchpaw can see the full moon raising overhead. Adderflame had taken the lead as they exited the last twoleg yard Birchpaw noticed Silentbreeze glancing back at Russet and the others, wondering what the molly was about to say to the three.
“Why are you still following us? Don’t you have to go back living in the twoleg place?”
“We still here to see all the fun that’s going to happen between you all.” Russet meowed. “I want to see what’s so great this clan’s life that you all speak so high about.”
Silentbreeze turned around and padded alongside Adderflame. “Is this all your idea?” She asked.
“Therese in no harm letting them see the journey to the very end. If not for them, we would’ve never made it to Stormstar and probably given up sooner.” Adderflame meowed shrugging his shoulders.
Basinclan territory was in view now, unlike the other clans, trees were more spaced out in here and there were hills. Adderflame flicked his tail for the group to stop. “No hard feelings but I can’t let you all see where our camp is located so if you could please wait I'll see if anyone is at the lookout tree.” Adderflame bounded over a small hill and disappeared from sight.
Birchpaw watched Stormstar look down at his paws after Amberjay whispered something to him. He wondered how hard it would be to chase Blackheart out given he was Stormstar brother, he couldn’t imagine the choices he would have to make. The question still stands why Blackheart betrayed his clan and brother maybe at the gathering they would find out the answer.
It was nightfall when Adderflame returned with a small patrol of two other warriors. “We’re in luck. Stagstar was just leaving camp for the gathering. Bravecloud and Tornbriar is here to help escort us to the island.”
“Did you really find Stormstar?” Tornbriar sniffed. “Not that anyone was doubting you all.”
“I still live, Tornbriar.” Stormstar meowed stepping forward. “I would like to go before the other clans arrive.”
Tornbriar shrugged his shoulders and turned his on heels. “The Gathering should be fun tonight right, Bravecloud?” He passed the ginger and white molly leading the group toward the island.
Crossing the twoleg bridge and pushing through the undergrowth, Birchpaw smelt the familiar scents of fish and guess Floodclan had arrived just before them. Birchpaw saw Silentbreeze bounded away from the group over to two warriors greeting them with excitement.
“She didn’t waste any time leaving us.” Adderflame meowed sitting down beside him. “Oakclan should be here soon enough.” He turned to Russet's group. “You three stay near me for the time being after the gathering, I'll introduce you to Stagstar.”
Birchpaw noticed some cat whispering to each other and looked toward the front where the leaders, deputies, and medicine cats sat. Stormstar leap into the tree sitting beside Stagstar giving him a small nodded, Birchpaw knew the gathering would be stirring with curiously and the clans would want to hear the details of their journey.
Rustling grabbed his attention and as he turned, the first familiar pelt he saw was Kestrelstar’s. He was glad to see the clan seemed to be doing well and he couldn’t wait to see Blackpaw or Lilypaw hoping they came to the gathering. After saying goodbye to Adderflame, he waved his way through the group of cats over to Oakclan and the first cats he greeted were Lionshade and Darkpaw, who both gave him a surprise look.
“Birchpaw? Is that you?” Darkpaw meowed sniffing him. “You smell funny.”
“Nice to see you too, Darkpaw.” Birchpaw huffed. “You wouldn’t believe the things we went through on the journey.”
“The clan would like to hear all about it later.” Lionshade meowed jerking his head forward. “Marshclan has arrived.”
Birchpaw arched his head up to see the Marshclan warriors filling the clearing settling down with the rest of them. He wasn’t sure if the warriors here were the real Marshclan or the rogues Blackheart invited to join. He could see Blackheart and Snaildust make their way to the front only for Snaildust to pause staring at Stormstar who was already sitting with the other leaders.
“What is the meaning of this?” Blackheart hissed to the leaders. “Who is this sitting in my spot?”
“Surely you haven’t forgotten what your own leader look like, Blackheart.” Hazelstar chirped twitching his whiskers in amusement. “Seems like Stormstar isn’t dead after all.”
“So, the rest of you plotted against me and brought some rogue that looks like Stormstar.” Blackheart huffed. “Starclan choose me as leader of Marshclan.”
“We both know that’s a lie, Blackheart.” Stormstar hissed. “You plotted against your own clan for selfish reasons. The day those rogues attack was planned, and you help them kill me and Halfjump, but you probably didn’t count the number of lives I had left.”
Cats shifted around mumbling to each other and Snaildust leaned over to Blackheart whispering something to him. Blackheart hissed shaking his head. “If you are Stormstar as you claim and had lives to return, why are you just now returning? You smell of twolegs,” He turned to the clans. “Are the leaders so displeased with me being leader they decided to find a kittypet to trick everyone?”
“This is no trick.” Kestrelstar meowed. “Starclan sent visions to the medicine cats that Stormstar was still alive. Perhaps Rainshadow knew this, but you didn’t allow anyone to speak with her.”
“Kestrelstar is right.” Stormstar meowed. “After Blackheart left me for dead in a ditch. I was found by twolegs that took me in and didn’t wish for me to leave but thankful brave warriors were sent to find me.”
“Right, of course Kestrelstar must convinced the others to listen. Oakclan always poking their nose in other's affairs.” Blackheart meowed and earned a rise of yowls from Oakclan.
“No one wasn’t to poke their nose in you murky furballs business.” Birchpaw knew the familiar voice of Waspsting.
“Regardless of all that, I think it’s time you leave Blackheart.” Stormstar narrowed his eyes. “Get your rogues and get out of my camp and leave this forest. You are no longer a warrior of Marshclan and as such if anyone catches you on clan territory…well I am sure the other clans will oversee you as they see fit.”
Blackheart rumbled with a growl glaring at Stormstar before turning away and raced off with the rest of the cats that came with him all, but Snaildust who stood there looking down at his paws. Stormstar sat up nodding to the leaders. “I thank you all for sending warriors to come rescue me. I hope Marshclan hasn’t cause too many problems for your clans.” He meowed.
“Well, now that you mention it.” Hazelstar started but Kestrelstar flickered her tail at him, and the brown tom purred. “Blackheart did lead an attack on my clan while you were away and attack Oakclan for the clearing, again.”
“I ask you all of you to forgive my clan’s actions.” Stormstar meowed. “They were tricked by Blackheart and were trying to survive among those rogues. Please allow my clan to rebuild our strength as such we will be closing our borders from the other clans for a while.”
“You can have your senior warriors, elders and apprentice back as well.” Kestrelstar meowed. “I think we can all agree it’s nice to have you back as leader of Marshclan.”
“It’s probably best we end this gathering early.” Stagstar meowed.
The leaders nodded in agreement jumping down from their tree and went to their clans. Birchpaw noticed the rest of Oakclan surround him giving curious looks and sniffs. “Young Birchpaw, glad to see you returned and completed your mission.” Newtshine purred.
“Yeah, glad to be back.” Birchpaw meowed. “The journey through the twolegs places was tricky but we managed together.” “Encounter anything weird?” Waselfur asked.
Birchpaw puffed out his chest slightly. “We run into a few dogs, and I got really up close with one.”
The cats perked with interest and Waspsting scoffed. “Yeah, right. Did you turn tail and run?”
“No, I was so close to it I felt its wet nose and smelt its breath.” Birchpaw meowed as some of the cats mumbled with awe.
“Anyway, we’re glad you made it back safely.” Kestrelstar mewed padding through the group and touched her nose to his head. “You can share your journey with the rest of the clan tomorrow.”
Birchpaw nodded as Kestrelstar began to lead the clan out away from the clearing. He turned to follow seeing Stormstar, Amberjay and Snaildust cross the twoleg first in a hurry probably for the best so they can check on the rest of the clan.
“Has Vinepaw been, okay?” Birchpaw asked padding beside Darkpaw. “Him and the elders will be thrilled to know they can return home.”
“He’s been doing fine. He fits in the clan as if he were born there.” Darkpaw meowed. “Through he’s been trying to catch a frog to share with the clan.”
“What about the clan?” Birchpaw asked as they tracked through the needles of Broken Pine. “Did I miss anything important?” Darkpaw nodded. “Fawnbrook had her kits, well kit. His name is Smallkit. A border fight happened at the clearing again with Blackheart, as you can guess. Specklefur, Littlefeather, and Mudpaw had to spend a few days in the medicine cat den.
Birchpaw listened to Darkpaw was she told him everything he missed while away. Once back at camp, Birchpaw felt his body grow sluggish as he padded over to the apprentice den and with a huff he laid down in his nest. He didn’t really realize how much the journey had taken out of him, the group found shelter and food, but they had to keep their guard more just like how his family had to better joining the clan.
Circling his nest to get comfortable, Birchpaw tucked his paws underneath him as he began drifting off to sleep, hoping he would be able to sleep in a little later tomorrow and the trouble with Blackheart was passing. Chapter 15
Birchpaw shifted in his nest slowly looking around the den and saw no one else in their nest. He took in the quietness of the den glad that no one distributed him or woke him up early and maybe he could get some extra rest before having to get up.
Sighing, Birchpaw curled up tightly trying to fall back to sleep when he heard voices and someone or somebody pushing their way into the den before he took a look up and see who it was, Birchpaw grunted as two bodies brawled right on top of him, it was Blackpaw and Lilypaw.
“Wake up, Birchpaw!” Lilypaw meowed. “You still have training to do.”
“Yeah.” Blackpaw purred. “Just because you went on a journey to save Stormstar doesn’t mean you get to sleep in that late.”
Birchpaw started to feel crushed under the joint weight of both of them and let out a squeak mew before he pushed himself up and shoving them off of him. “Okay, you two don’t have to flatten me.” Birchpaw huffed shaking out his fur and licking his fur down. “Why couldn’t you wake me up normally?”
“Where’s the fun in that.” Blackpaw chirped as he and Lilypaw bounded over to the entrance. “Come on, we got special training today and you don’t want to miss it.”
Birchpaw watched them slip out of the den and grumbled to himself. He had just gotten back from his journey through the Twolegplace to save Stormstar and had hoped he would get a little break today. Getting to his paws, Birchpaw padded out the den narrowing his eyes as rays of suns broke through the canopy above before noticing the clan was awake and busy as ever with leaf-bare approaching, patrols would be sent out to gather as much prey as possible and reinforce the dens for the upcoming weather.
Birchpaw looked toward the bramble tunnel and saw Blackpaw and Lilypaw waiting for him, as he padded over Blackpaw and Lilypaw wasted no time pushing their way through the bramble tunnel into the forest. He raced after them as they made their way toward the sandy hollow.
“What’s this special training we’re doing?’ Birchpaw meowed as he padded beside them.
“It’s better if we show you instead of telling you.” Blackpaw meowed.
Coming to the sandy hollow, they were greeted by the other mentors and apprentices. Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze sitting on the log in the corner of the clearing glaring at him as usual, he didn’t miss that while away on the journey.
“Nice of you to join us, Birchpaw.” Newtshine flickered his tail in a greeting. “I know you just got back from the twoleg place, but we don’t want you falling behind the other apprentices with your training.”
Birchpaw nodded as he sat down beside Blackpaw and Thistleleaf as the deputy began explaining the special training they were going to be doing. “As future warriors of Oakclan, there is a technique that all warriors know that can help them when the time calls for it. Climbing.”
Birchpaw couldn’t help but stiffen up at the mention of climbing. The one thing he didn’t enjoy in the whole world was climbing trees not after getting stuck in one as a kit and had to be rescued, he shuffled on his paws as Newtshine continued.
“Sure, the other clans have trees in their territory but none of them climb a tree better than an Oakclan warrior. Climbing a tree can save you from a dog attack, surprising an enemy from above or even when trying to catch a squirrel.” Newtshine meowed. “Littlefeather will demonstrate.”
Littlefeather went over to a tree wiggling her paws before leaping onto the tree truck, digging her claws in to get a good grip before she pulled herself up to a low hanging branch. “Now it might be a little tricky at first and don’t worry we won’t have you all going all the way up. So, in case you fall, you’ll fall into the sandy, soft of the training hollow.” Newtshine meowed. “Let’s began.”
Littlefeather leaped down back into the hollow padding over to Hailpaw, Flintpaw and Hawksplash. Birchpaw watched as Mottleblaze wasted on time nosing Cloudpaw up a nearby tree while Lionshade and Darkpaw were keeping paced with each other as they both climbed a tree.
“Come on, Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf meowed as he went over to join Icebright, Lilypaw and Blackpaw. Birchpaw slowly came over arching his head back looking up the tree trying to hold his fear of climbing.
“Let’s have Lilypaw go first. She seems to be a natural at climbing trees.” Icebright purred. “Just make sure not to go to high, it’s not a race and we don’t want anyone getting stuck.”
Lilypaw nodded, brushing up her legs before leaping onto the tree and pulled herself up along the truck at a quick pace and stopped as she reached a thick enough branch for her to sit up. “See it’s not so hard.” She called down.
“Who’s next?” Thistleleaf turned to Blackpaw and Birchpaw who glanced at each other as Lilypaw back down and Birchpaw knew he wasn’t going to speak up first.
“Guess I’ll go next.” Blackpaw shrugged and leaped onto the tree and began pulling himself up. As Blackpaw climbed up the tree, Birchpaw felt his pelt twitch with fear, as he dug his claws into the soft bed of sand below him.
Birchpaw glanced around at the other apprentices. It seemed like they were doing this training even though Cloudpaw was in a tree sitting on a low hanging branch. Flintpaw and Mudpaw seemed to be racing each other up a tree and who could get to the highest branch first.
A sharp yowl snapped his attention back to Blackpaw and noticed Thistleleaf leap to his paws. Blackpaw had lost his grip and slid back halfway down the tree, the black and white tom pressed himself against the tree with his eyes closed shut. Even if he had lost his grip entirely, he would’ve landed on the forest ground with no serious injury, but it still would’ve shaken him up.
“Are you okay, Blackpaw?” Thistleleaf meowed. “Do you want to come down?”
“Um…I’m okay.” Blackpaw meowed, turning his head slowly to look down at his mentor. “I think that enough for me today. How do I get down?”
Thistleleaf leaped onto the tree pulling himself up to Blackpaw and showed the young tom how to get himself back down the tree safely. Once they returned back to the group, Icebright turned to Birchpaw.
“Go head, Birchpaw.” He meowed. “You don’t have to go as high as Lilypaw or Blackpaw but getting on the tree makes good progress.”
“Um…do I have to?” Birchpaw shifted on his paws.
“This training lesson is an important step going forward before you become a warrior.” Thistleleaf meowed. “All apprentices practice this useful skill at least a few times.”
Birchpaw shook his head and stood up. “Well, I would rather pass on this lesson and try something else. Probably something I would use more often.”
Thistleleaf and Icebright glanced at each other and Thistleleaf huffed. “How about you try first? Even if you’re a few feet off the ground that okay.” Thistleleaf went over to Birchpaw to give him a little nudge toward the tree which caused Birchpaw to jump and hiss at the warrior.
“I said no!” Birchpaw splat bristling his fur out. The other mentors and apprentices turned to them confused about what was happening and Thistleleaf took a few steps back.
“Birchpaw?” Blackpaw slowly approached him. “It’s okay.”
“What’s the problem?” Newtshine meowed padding over.
“Um, Birchpaw would like to skip this training exercise.” Thistleleaf meowed.
“Skip it? Why?” Mottleblaze huffed. “Even a kit would be excited for this. All he must do is go up the tree.”
“Birchpaw, can you tell us why you would like to skip this training exercise?” Newtshine meowed.
Birchpaw looked up from his paws at the cats around him and felt his pelt grow hot with embarrassment, he didn’t want anyone else to know about his fear of heights. “I just don’t see the point of doing it.” Birchpaw sat up straight clearing his throat. “Squirrels aren’t the only prey we hunt. We don’t need to climb trees to surprise enemies. When Leaf-bare hits we won’t be doing any of that.”
The warriors and apprentices looked around at each other as the forest grew silent. Birchpaw could see Mottleblaze fur twitched with anger, he was just waiting for the wiry dark ginger to explode and call him mouse brain.
“Well, even if those points are true,” Hawksplash meowed. “We still do this training just in case, you ever know when you might need it.”
Birchpaw hoped he could distract them enough where they had to return to camp or hunt. “Well, I can just do something else? There must be a more useful skill that the clan can use no matter the situation.”
“Something else?” Littlefeather meowed, turning to Lionshade. “Like what?”
Birchpaw scanned the forest around them flicking his ears then perked up. “I know!”
**** The group tracked through the forest and stood near the Flat Rocks and the stream was flowing at a calm pace. Birchpaw stepped towards the edge of the water. “The river is always full of fish even in leaf-bare and even if the river freezes over, if we can break through it, we have a source to get prey from.”
“This is absolutely madness!” Mottleblaze growled. “We are Oakclan warriors, not those fish breath Floodclan warriors. We don’t swim nor do we eat fish. Climbing trees and hunting forest prey has been a tradition in the clan for moons.”
“Where’s the harm in trying something new?” Newtshine meowed.
“It changes our way of life!” Mottleblaze hissed. “The clan has survived without fish, and we’ll do again for the moons to come. If he refuses to do the training necessary to become a warrior, then he can continue being an apprentice.”
“Now hold on Mottleblaze.” Icebright meowed. “All apprentices learn at different paces and ways. As an apprentice, he’s learning how to supply and defend the clan to his best abilities.”
“That’s correct.” Hawksplash added. “If climbing isn’t his strength, we should find something else that is."
“Birchpaw does seem to take pride in his ability to swim.” Littlefeather meowed.
Lionshade nodded in agreement. “Perhaps we should exchange the two. Allow him to show us his skill in fishing.”
Birchpaw eyes gleamed with excitement, not only had he convince them to allow him to skip the tree climbing lesson, but he was also going to do something he enjoyed. Newtshine walked along the stream looking down at the water.
“It seems most of us are in agreement, I think we can allow Birchpaw to do this instead.” He turned looking at Birchpaw. “Think you can show us a fast way to catch a fish?”
Before Birchpaw could answer, Mottleblaze stepped toward the deputy pelt bristling. “Stop this nonsense, Newtshine. If we allow this, it makes all the other apprentices they can weasel their way out of training.” He whipped around glaring at Birchpaw. “This apprentice is behaving like a spoiled kit. He should listen to his mentor and do as he is told.”
“Given that Kestrelstar will be interested in hearing about her apprentice’s training.” Newtshine meowed. “She might be busy with clan matters but Kestrelstar does wish for an update about Birchpaw process, and I think even she would allow him to take an alternative route.”
Mottleblaze’s tail flickered in irritation as he narrowed his eyes at Newtshine. “You shouldn’t be so willing to remove years of tradition from our clan. Are we going to sit here until sunset waiting for him to catch a fish?”
Newtshine turned to Birchpaw gesturing for him to begin. Birchpaw nodded bent down to the stream dipping his paw in before leaving the edge of the bank until he was fully in the water. He kicked to keep his head afloat. “Don’t worry there are different ways to catching a fish.”
Birchpaw dove under the water looking for fish, usually he would sit near the edge and wait for a shiny gleam and strike but underwater he could chase a fish into a corner and catch. Spotting a small group of fish and as he made his way over the fish began to scatter, Birchpaw saw a fairly medium sized fish and knew he could corner that one between a rock which is exactly what he did.
Kicking forward scaring the other fish away, Birchpaw extended his claws to push the fish toward a rock where it would be trapped between his claws. He lunged toward sinking his teeth to the fish as it thrashed around before he pushed his way back to surface for air.
“Started to get worried for a second there, Birchpaw.” Newtshine meowed. “Seems like you got a nice catch.”
Birchpaw climbed out the stream with his fur clinging to him and the fish thrashed a few times before stopping, he placed it down. “That’s one way to catch a fish or a patrol could catch them like rabbits, all you have to do is cut off their exit.”
“No one is going to eat that you know.” Flintpaw huffed. “it’s a waste.”
“Agreed. This is a waste of time.” Mottleblaze grumbled. “What’s next we start training how to swim?”
“Maybe that’s not a bad idea.” Newtshine meowed and some of the patrol perked up. “It could be a useful skill for the clan plus it would shock Floodclan if we came out the water.” He purred then turned to Birchpaw. “Think you could teach us, probably show the senior warriors and myself first?”
Birchpaw was a little surprised for the clan deputy to ask him such request and it seemed Newtshine was being serious. “Sure, I can try and show you what I learned, and Sage could give some advice.”
“Great. I’ll discuss it over with Kestrelstar and maybe we can start tomorrow.” Newtshine meowed. “Let’s make our way back to camp.”
Birchpaw slipped into the camp and started making his way to the fresh kill pile when Mottleblaze stopped in front of him. “Don’t even think about putting that in the pile.” He meowed. “And don’t think your little swimming lessons are going to stick around. The clan was built on the skills and traditions passed from our ancestors, that’s not going to change because some rogues.”
Birchpaw felt Mottleblaze hot breathe on his ear before the older tom pulled away and stalked his way over to the warrior den slipping in. Birchpaw huffed giving his pelt a shake and made his way toward the one cat that would enjoy this fish as much as him, Sage. Hawksplash and Sage were already sitting outside the den with Hawksplash giving Sage’s pelt a wash.
Birchpaw wondered just how the two had become closer while he was away, it still annoyed him how Hawksplash managed to be friendly from meeting with Sage. “Oh, Birchpaw. I heard about what happened during training today.” Sage meowed. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” Birchpaw said as he places the fish down. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sage gave him a puzzling look and curled her tail to her side. “Well, I just figured you were still shaken up.”
“There’s no shame in it.” Hawksplash rasped. “If you explained it, everyone would understand.”
“While also making fun of me for it.” Birchpaw huffed. “No, thanks. Anyway, I bought this fish for you, Sage. It will be great for you and your kits.”
“Thanks.” Sage pulled the fish over and sighed. “I miss visiting Flat Rocks and the cool stream. It was nice to warm and stretch my legs there.”
“I told you once Leaf-bare passes I’ll take you there and maybe the kits when they are older.” Hawksplash purred. “Also, with Birchpaw giving us lessons on swimming it’ll be fun.”
“Was Newtshine being serious about me teaching everyone how to swim?” Birchpaw asked. “No one else seems interested in it.”
“I believe he was and why not.” Hawksplash meowed. "Maybe it is time for us to change a few things about the clan and having extra food during Leaf-bare will help.”
“What about Floodclan?” Sage meowed between cleaning her whiskers. “Wont they be upset about us fishing.”
“I suppose they will, but they have more rivers to fish from around their territory,” Hawksplash said. “If anything, they will be shocked to see us in the water. Hazelstar doesn’t really much of a rivalry with us.”
“Why is that?” Sage asked. “They could attack us a lot easier than the other clans, especially for the flat Rocks.”
“It’s because Hazelstar and Kestrelstar have an alliance.” Birchpaw meowed.
“It’s not an alliance.” Hawksplash meowed. “Hazelstar was deputy and longer before Kestrelstar, but I think they realized their goals for their clans align, so it more like a friendship of course they put the clans needs first.”
“Or maybe there’s more to it.” Sage mewed, “Like a secret between the two and one of them is using it to their advantage.”
“There’s no secret.” Hawksplash nudged his head against Sage's shoulder. “Trust me, Kestrelstar and Hazelstar are just noble leaders wishing to protect and lead their clans.”
Birchpaw noticed a figure out the side of his eye approach them and turned to see Sparrowspots. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important, but Birchpaw could you be so kind and being some fresh moss for Reedstripe?” The ginger tom meowed. “He can't seem to get comfortable.”
“Of course, Sparrowspots.” Birchpaw meowed getting to his paws.
“Check with Spotteddust and Embercreek first, maybe they have some extra and can probably give him a poppy seed.” Hawksplash meowed.
Birchpaw nodded padding over to the medicine cat den glancing inside. “Hello?” He took a step into the den. “Spotteddust? Embercreek?”
“Whose there?” A voiced rasped back, it was Spotteddust sitting up in his nest.
“It's me Birchpaw.” He meowed guessing the older tom was drowsy from being woken up. “Reedstripe needs more moss and maybe poppy seeds. Do you have extra?”
Birchpaw watched the pale tom climb out of his nest and go over to the herb storage then come over to him. “I'll take him the poppy seed. You go get the moss.”
“I can take them both and save you the trip so you can rest.” Birchpaw meowed stepping aside as Spotteddust started pushing past him.
“I didn’t realize I had another apprentice. I don’t need you making things worse.” Spotteddust huffed padding out the den.
“By giving him a little seed. I think I can manage it,” Birchpaw said.
“I though apprentices were trained to listen those older than them.” Spotteddust turned his head glaring at Birchpaw then walked toward the elder’s den. “Some help is better than no help.”
Birchpaw sighed watching him go before making his way toward the camp entrance, he didn’t understand why Spotteddust gave him a hard time, it was random, and he couldn’t think if did anything wrong or offended the older tom.
Turning on his heels, Birchpaw went over to a tree closer to the camp that was covered in moss. He began taking moss off when he heard a rustling sound and looked up. A dark brown tortoiseshell cat was pushing its way through the undergrowth, it was Brackenthroat, she had two voles dangling from her mouth.
It seemed she just noticed Birchpaw presence, and her pelt bristled a little. “What are you doing here?” She hissed.
“Collecting moss for the elders.” Birchpaw meowed. “Is something wrong? You seem to be in a hurry.”
“That’s none of your business. As a warrior, I can leave the camp and hunt without needing to be on a patrol.” Brackenthroat huffed. “Apprentices should remember to stay in their place.”
Birchpaw watched Brackenthroat walk away going back to camp and let out a sigh. Why were some of the senior members of the clan so uptight with him, first Spotteddust gave him a hard time now Brackenthroat looked like she was going to claw his pelt for asking a question.
Gathering the moss he collected, Birchpaw returned to camp and made his way over to the elder’s den slipping inside. Hazelfleck was giving Reedstripe’s pelt a wash as the tom slept soundly, he was greeted by Petalpelt.
“Thank you so much, Birchpaw.” Petalpelt purred. “We got Reedstripe to settle down finally. You can switch out the old moss and put any extra to the side.”
Birchpaw nodded and began rolling together Reedstripe’s old bedding, setting it to the side, then started on making new bedding, making sure to add an extra layer, hoping it would help Reedstripe.
“Has training been going well for you, Birchpaw?” Sparrowspots asked. “I remember the days of learning something new every day was exciting.”
“Everything is fine I suppose.” Birchpaw meowed. “Is climbing tress really an old tradition that we have to learn.”
“Well, yes.” Sparrowspots meowed. “That was one of the earliest techniques we learn while apprentices. It can be quite useful.”
“Useful but we don’t use it the same way we did before.” Petalpelt meowed padding over settling down beside Sparrowspots.
“When we used back then we had an awful lot of accidents with cats falling out of the trees. That’s how Twistedpelt got their injury. After a while, Sweetstar decided to change it.”
“That’s right.” Sparrowspots nodded. “Sweetstar ruled it that during apprenticeship, apprentices needed to learn how to climb trees at least twice. That way they would know the technique and use it just in case.”
“So, I would I get held back from becoming a warrior if I don’t know it?” Birchpaw asked, “Climbing up trees, isn’t my favorite activity. Just between us.”
Sparrowspots and Petalpelt glanced at each other and purred. “I don’t see why Kestrelstar would do such a thing.” Petalpelt meowed. “We all have our strengths and weakness, as an apprentice you learn different skills to help provide and protect the clan.”
“Also, it’s not going to be on your final assessment.” Sparrowspots chirped. “No reason to worried about not being great at it, as long as you give it your best and try, I am sure Kestrelstar, and the mentors will be satisfied.”
Birchpaw gave a little thought about what Sparrowspots and Petalpelt had just told him, it did make him feel better about not climbing today and just as Hawksplash said if he told them about it, they would understand or some of them.
“I feel a little better about the situation now, but I would still rather swim than climb. Maybe I can ask for that to be a part of my warrior assessment.” Birchpaw meowed.
“That would be a first, but we wish you luck.” Sparrowspots purred.
Birchpaw flickered his tail in goodbye toward the two elders before exiting the den with the old moss in his jaw. As he went to toss the old moss away, Birchpaw felt a small body bump against him and looked down seeing Slatekit standing behind him. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Slatekit mewed. “Just practicing my warrior skills.” He puffed out his chest. “I’m going to be a great warrior one day.”
“Oh, really.” Birchpaw scoffed. “Everyone else better watch out for the furball with tiny claws.” Birchpaw turned to go to the fresh kill pile and Slatekit bounded after him.
“You think could teach me some techniques?” Slatekit asked pressing against Birchpaw’s leg.
“So Lakeshade can come and shred my ears off. No way.” Birchpaw pushed the kit away from him. “Run long and go play with your sisters.”
“They’re no fun anymore. Willowkit just talks about herbs, she’s going to be Embercreek’s apprentice. Ashkit just want to play warrior and mouse.” Slatekit meowed. “I’m almost an apprentice which means I have no more time for kit games.”
Birchpaw grabbed a mouse for the pile as Slatekit continued to follow him as he settled down outside the apprentice’s den. “Do you think I can become your apprentice?” Slatekit sat down beside Birchpaw laying his head on his paw.
“You don’t want me as your mentor.” Birchpaw pulled his paw away. “Others will make fun of you since I am not Clan-born. Beside you should be enjoying your kit hood while you can.”
“I don’t care about all that.” Slatekit huffed. “You’re the bravest and strongest cat in the clan to me and I want you as my mentor.”
Birchpaw looked down at Slatekit wondering how he would do as a mentor. Would he be a good mentor to Slatekit? Would Kestrelstar trust him to train a future warrior of the clan, surely not?
“The chance of me being your mentor is slim. I’ll just be made a young warrior by then and Kestrelstar will gave you a more experienced warrior to train under.” Birchpaw said then touched his nose to Slatekit’s head. “Don’t worry maybe I can give you some extra lessons.”
Slatekit gleamed up at Birchpaw and jumped his paws. “Really? That will be great. Other apprentices will be so jealous.” Birchpaw grunted as Slatekit tried climbing on his back. “Can you teach me how to swim first? No, wait teach me battle techniques first.”
“How about you don’t flatten me first.” Birchpaw purred shaking Slatekit off as the kit rolled over landing on the ground. “We’ll start slow and easy, no need to rush being an apprentice.”
“Slatekit!” They looked up and over at the nursey as Lakeshade stood with Ashkit and Willowkit, the evening was turning to night already.
“Bye, Birchpaw.” Slatekit purred before bouncing off to join his family. Birchpaw then noticed Lilypaw padding over to him.
“Having fun with the kits?” Lilypaw meowed. “I didn’t think you knew how to do that.”
“Very funny.” Birchpaw scoffed getting to his paws. “Slatekit basically admitted he wants me as his mentor because I’m so great.”
“Well, I hope all that greatest can help you climb the tree next time.” Lilypaw said as they slipped into the den and padded over to their nest. “It’s not that bad.”
“I have a different approach to that now.” Birchpaw climbed into his nest flicking his tail. “I’m a better swimmer than I am a climber, so I’ll just ask to switch the two.”
“You can do that?” Lilypaw asked.
“Sparrowspots and Petalpelt kind of said I could. I just must ask Kestrelstar first.” Birchpaw meowed. “Maybe it time to being some change to the clan’s tradition.”
“Can’t be a tradition if you’re the only one who does it.” Lilypaw curled up in her nest. “Just put your pride and fear aside for a moment. Thistleleaf and the others aren't going let you fall out the tree...or get stuck again.”
Birchpaw shot a glare at his sister before curling up in his nest to sleep. Come tomorrow, when the chance rose, he could ask Newtshine and Kestrelstar if he could make a switch to his training lessons. Newtshine also said he would speak with Kestrelstar about the clan learning how to swim, he hoped the deputy would make a good argument and convince everyone learning a new technique would be beneficial.
**** Morning came and Birchpaw was awoken by a poke in his side, looking up he found Newtshine standing over to him. “What?” He meowed confused to why the deputy was waking him up.
“Shush, no need to wake the others.” Newtshine whispered. “Come on.” Newtshine made his way back out of the den and Birchpaw followed him blinking the sleep out of his eye.
Birchpaw noticed the sun wasn’t even up and dusk still covered the camp. Birchpaw let out a yawn then noticed the other two cats standing outside the den waiting for them, it was Specklefur and Dapplebreeze.
“What’s happening?” Birchpaw asked looking at the two she-cats before they turned to Newtshine.
“Nothing like early morning training to wake you up.” Newtshine purred as he led the group out of the camp. “Today we start teaching swimming lessons or rather you start teaching the clan swimming lessons.”
“Respectfully, I still think this is a bad idea.” Specklefur meowed. “We’ve never needed to learn such a thing. We won't use it compared to Floodclan whose been doing this for generations.”
“There’s nothing wrong with trying something new.” Dapplebreeze meowed padding beside Birchpaw and looked at him. “Sometimes change is good.”
Birchpaw nods at the ginger and white she-cat before turning to Newtshine. “Does this mean you convinced Kestrelstar that this was a good idea?”
“Kestrelstar didn’t really disagree with me when I bought it up, in fact she said it could be helpful in leaf bare.” Newtshine lead the group to The Flat Rocks. “I figured a few of us could learn from you then teach others, of course you would also show the other apprentices.”
Birchpaw stepped to the edge of the bank touching his nose to the cool morning water, given Leaf-bare was coming up soon they had a limited time to learn how to swim but he could still teach the clan how to fish. “Okay. First, morning air brings cold water we should come here when the sun is at its highest, so no one gets sick.”
“Got it.” Newtshine chirped. “What our first lesson?”
Birchpaw was surprised to see the deputy was so excited to learn how to swim but with his enthusiasm maybe others in the clan will be open to learning also. “We’ll start easy, no need to jump right in. First, we’ll get the feel of the water on our paws and legs.” Birchpaw stepped into a shallow part of the stream.
Newtshine padded over to him with some hesitation. “Ah, this isn’t so bad.” He turned to Specklefur and Dapplebreeze. “Come on, nothing to worry about.”
The two she-cats looked at each other before Specklefur huffed. “I hope this will be worth it one day.” She meowed before joining them in the water. “This already feels unnatural.”
Birchpaw watched Dapplebreeze dip her paw in then pulled away. “Trust me, the uncomfortable feeling will go away. If you want you can sit on the edge and submerge your paws a little, if you’re scared.”
“I wouldn’t say I am scared. Wet fur can be so unpleasant.” Dapplebreeze rasped and Birchpaw tilted his head not understanding what she meant. “I spend enough time trying to keep my fur clean.”
“Oh, okay.” Birchpaw shrugged turning to Specklefur, the she-cat was trying her best to stay in the water, her fur was raising along her spine and Birchpaw could see the fear on her face. He padded over to her. “No need to push yourself, Specklefur.”
“I am not trust me.” Specklefur scoffed. “I don’t see how Floodclan does this all the time since they live around more water. Also, Newtshine will be going on forever about how wonderful this is.”
They both looked over at the deputy as he went far away from the shallow area they were in, he wasn’t too far off into the deep area yet, but the water was coming up to his underbelly. “I don’t understand why he’s so interested in learning how to swim,” Birchpaw meowed. “But I welcome it if his excitement can convince the rest of the clan to give it a try.”
“Newtshine has always been like that. Thrilled to try something new even if it’s mouse brain.” Specklefur huffed. “Through I never seen him this thrilled to do something, but I can agree that it will be nice to Floodclan’s faces when they see us swimming.”
**** Birchpaw and Newtshine sat on the Flat Rocks looking at the slow-moving stream. Specklefur and Dapplebreeze had returned to camp and Newtshine asked to tell anyone who was curious about swimming to come to the Flat Rocks. “That was kind of fun, Birchpaw. Did you swim a lot in your old territory?”
“We had a larger river then this back home and the water was fast moving and very deep in some areas but fortunately we had different ways to cross it, such as the white rocks or the fallen tree.” Birchpaw meowed. “It was nice until the storm hit.”
“The storm?” Newtshine shuffled on his paws.
“It was during Greenleaf; in our forest we got so much rain it would pour down for days. Trees were much taller than the ones here and there were rolling hills of lush grass.” Birchpaw sniffed. “When the storm hit, the sky was filled with dark clouds, some of the tall trees were ripped up from the ground by the wind and the river had choppy waters and over flood the forest in some areas.”
“Storms can be so unpredictable during the seasons, which is why I want the clan to learn how to swim. What if the river floods pass flat rocks or something worse, we need that skill to help us survive.” Newtshine meowed.
“Yeah.” Birchpaw nodded. “The storm made the river more unforgiving than before. My sisters and I managed to get to higher ground across the river waiting for my father, but he went back to help a queen with her kit get across the river.” Birchpaw ran his tail along the flat rocks taking a heavy sigh. “The tree bridge was holding but the water and rock had loosened it, just before he could get across, we saw him get washed away…”
“I’m sorry you had to experience that Birchpaw at such a young age.” Newtshine meowed.
“We waited out the storm and went looking for him and others we knew but the storm changed everything, since the river overflooded borders had to be changed or expanded which led to many groups fighting.” Birchpaw said. “When we couldn’t find him, we joined a group with some friends but that didn’t work out, they were mostly bullies and took food from those weaker than them.”
“Some cats think they can bully their way into leadership and rule with fear.” Newtshine stood up stretching his legs out. “A clan shouldn’t be led by cats like Blackheart, whose heart is filled with greed. Everyone has ambitions but sometimes we let them drive us into doing that ever we need to achieve them.”
“Was it your ambition to be deputy?” Birchpaw asked.
“Not exactly. I wasn’t thinking about it when I was a young warrior or apprentice. I just served my clan with my best abilities and was surprised when Kestrelstar chose me.” Newtshine purred. “She could’ve chosen Lionshade or Thistleleaf before me or someone else but now I’m glad to be deputy. I protect my clan in more different ways now than I did was a regular warrior.”
Birchpaw gave a soft purr at Newtshine, he was glad the tom was deputy he was quite welcoming and openminded compared to others in the clan, having both Kestrelstar, Newtshine and a few others did help him adjust to clan life. “Well, I’m glad your deputy and Kestrelstar is leader, Oakclan doesn’t need that kind of leadership.”
“Yeah.” Newtshine mumbled leaping down the rocks. “May it never come to that. Anyway, Let’s hunt and return to camp, I can’t wait to tell the others they are missing out.”
Birchpaw gave a puzzled look as the brown tom flickered his tail in the air before happily padding off into the undergrowth, shrugging Birchpaw bound after him to hunt. Chapter 16Birchpaw found himself sitting beside the edge watching Newtshine and Waselfur waving their way through the stream together. When they returned to camp after the first lesson, Newtshine had a few cats gathered around him sharing the experience now Birchpaw found himself mentoring swim training. The other day, Smokepoppy and Thistleleaf joined him and Newtshine for a quick lesson and today Waselfur asked if he could try it and even though the tom was smaller, he was holding himself up pretty well.
“Try not to go too far. We don’t need either of you get swept away by a current.” Birchpaw meowed.
“Yes, be careful Waselfur.” Littlefeather meowed settling down beside Birchpaw. “We don’t want to lose you.”
Birchpaw glanced over at Hailpaw as the grey molly sat away against a tree watching them silently. At first Hailpaw complained to Littlefeather about coming here but Littlefeather told her that she would need this skill one day and should at least watch others do it for now. Birchpaw wondered if he should go over there and speak with Hailpaw and hoped she wouldn’t try clawing his ears off for speaking to her.
“Hey, Hailpaw…” Birchpaw got his paws padding over to her seeing Hailpaw was already glaring at him. “If you want, I can teach you…”
A splashing sound and coughing interpreted Birchpaw and they looked back to see Waselfur being pulled up by Newtshine and a long-legged brown tom standing in the river staring at them. Rushing over, Birchpaw joined Littlefeather in the shallow water helping Newtshine bring Waselfur to dry land.
“Oddwhisker! I told you not to wonder too far or close to...” A cream tom approached them. “What are you all doing?”
“Nothing much of your concern Stonefang.” Newtshine meowed. “Does Floodclan own the river now?”
“Of course not, just checking our border and doing some fishing downstream.” Stonefang jerked his head back. “Why are Oakclan cats splashing in the water?”
A yowl filled the air as two more Floodclan warriors came toward them “Stonefang and Oddwhisker you shouldn’t be swimming around this close to Flat rocks.” One called and Birchpaw perked up recognizing the voice.
“It was Oddwhisker’s fault. He was splashing after a fish like a kit.” Stonefang meowed.
The tom called Oddwhisker pinned his ears back and Birchpaw noticed he was trying to make himself smaller. “You should’ve let it go.” Silentbreeze hissed then noticed Birchpaw and the others. “Birchpaw? What are you doing here?”
“Oakclan in the river?” The brown and white molly beside Silentbreeze meowed. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope. Waselfur thought he saw something strange in the river and we didn’t realize how deep the water was.” Newtshine meowed and Birchpaw knew he didn’t want to reveal the truth to Floodclan just yet.
“You’re lucky he didn’t get swept away. Oakclan should stay in the forest with dry paws.” Silentbreeze meowed and looked at Birchpaw with smirk. “Let Floodclan oversee water related matters.”
Birchpaw narrowed his eyes at her knowing the molly was teasing him. “Do you need help some help?” The other molly asked. “Water can be dangerous if too much is swallowed.”
“Thank you Shellrunner but I think we can manage getting him back to camp for our medicine cats to check on him.” Newtshine meowed.
Waselfur set up with Littlefeather to help coughing a few times. “I’m just fine. Oddwhisker caught me off guard.” He shook out his fur.
“Also, it’s glad to hear you remember not come to close to Flat rocks when fishing.” Newtshine meowed as the Floodclan patrol climbed back on to their side of the border. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen.”
“That almost sounds like a threat, Newtshine.” Silentbreeze growled.
“No, Silentbreeze. It a warning and reminder that Oakclan will defend all parts of its territory.” Newtshine meowed flickered his tail.
Stonefang nudged Silentbreeze as Shellrunner began to lead the patrol away into the tall grass. “We know where the border starts and stops, we don’t need Oakclan ordering us around.”
After the patrol disappeared, Newtshine joined Littlefeather helping Waselfur back to camp and when they arrived Dapplebreeze greeted them at the entrance. “What happened?”
“Waselfur was caught off guard and want passed the shallow area of the stream.” Newtshine said. “It not as bad as it looks but having Spotteddust and Embercreek take a look at him won’t hurt.” He and Littlefeather took Waselfur to the medicine cat den leaving Birchpaw behind with Dapplebreeze as Hailpaw had already made her way toward the apprentice den where Mudpaw was sitting.
“Don’t worry. Waselfur might be one of the smaller warriors in Oakclan but he’s strong.” Dapplebreeze meowed.
Birchpaw shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, it didn’t help that we ran into a Floodclan patrol. They might figure out what we’re trying to do.”
“Even if they did it’s not like they can stop us from being in the water.” Dapplebreeze huffed. “It like the Clearing with Marshclan, it’s neutral border until someone crosses it. Floodclan has different sources of water to fish from in their territory.”
“At least we’re not consistently fighting them for it. If Floodclan took Flat Rocks, they would be a good way in our territory then could attack us more often.” Birchpaw said.
“Which is why I think Newtshine is supportive about us learning how to swim.” Dapplebreeze rasped. “The clan needs fresh ideas…”
The sound of thundering paws and rustling cut Dapplebreeze as Waspsting came rushing through the bramble tunnel. "Where’s Kestrelstar? A Marshclan patrol is at the clearing claiming they want to talk and Mottleblaze’s patrol is holding them back. Kestrelstar!
“Settle down, Waspsting.” Dapplebreeze hissed. “She’s in her den. What did Marshclan say they wanted to talk about?”
“Didn’t say. Only that they want to see Kestrelstar.” Waspsting meowed bounding across the clearing over to Kestrelstar’s den and within a blink Kestrelstar and Waspsting came toward them.
“Dapplebreeze, let Newtshine know what’s happening and make sure the camp stays guarded, have the elders and queens return to their dens.” Kestrelstar meowed flickering her tail at Birchpaw and Waspsting. “Come along you two, we don’t want to keep our visitors waiting.”
Birchpaw turned on the heels on his paws racing out the camp behind Kestrelstar and Waspsting as they made their way toward the clearing. As they neared the edge of the oak forest, Birchpaw could smell the musky scent of Marshclan and hear yowling, had Mottleblaze ordered his patrol to attack Marshclan.
Pushing through the bushes, Birchpaw saw Mottleblaze standing tall glaring down the Marshclan patrol. Beside him was Brackenthroat, Specklefur, and Brightbreeze, not far behind was Cloudpaw but he looked more scared than he was ready to fight. The Marshclan patrol was glaring back but they seemed calmer in comparison with no bristling fur sticking out, Birchpaw didn’t recognize any familiar warriors among them.
“What was so important for you to call me from my camp?” Kestrelstar meowed padding over to stand in between the two patrols. “Where’s Stormstar?”
A black and white tom with green eyes stepped toward Kestrelstar dipping his head. “I didn’t think we would be met with such hostile in neutral territory. They’re behaving as if we cross the border.” He meowed.
“Probably would’ve if we hadn’t showed up.” Mottleblaze growled. “Could never trust a Marshclan cat.”
“Enough, Mottleblaze.” Kestrelstar rasped. “Batgaze, correct? Has something happened to Marshclan.”
Batgaze shifted his glaze to his clanmates who seem to shrug and nodded. “Stormstar sent us to ask you for help.”
Birchpaw noticed the confused look on Brightbreeze’s face and Brackenthroat seemed stunned at the request of the Marshclan patrol. “Do you take us for mouse-brains? Why in Starclan’s name would we help you?” Brackenthroat growled.
“We…Our camp has been taken from us.” Batgaze meowed keeping his focus on Kestrelstar. “It was Blackheart and his rogues again; this time there seems to be more of them. They attacked us when most of our warriors were on patrol, kicking us out. Now we make camp near the dead land.” Batgaze dropped his shoulders sighing.
“Why there when that land provides no real cover?” Kestrelstar asked.
“Stormstar says he won’t be cast out our territory again.” A light brown molly rasped. “We been trying to take back our camp for a few days now, but Blackheart seems to have the advantage every time.”
“Nettleheart is right.” Batgaze said. “Stormstar and the senior warriors decided we needed to ask the other clans for help.”
“Have you no shame and you call yourselves warriors!” Mottleblaze hissed. “Why come to us and not Basinclan? Think we’ll do all the hard work for you.”
“Stormstar figured Stagstar would turn us down with no hesitation given our past and decided to send us here.” Batgaze answered. “I guess we’ll go ask Hazelstar and Floodclan next if Kestrelstar says no.”
Everyone looked at Kestrelstar and Birchpaw couldn’t tell what she was thinking as usual. Was Marshclan really having trouble again with Blackheart? How did the former warrior and rogues manage to get the jump on them enough to drive them out their own camp?
“I’m assuming Stormstar has a good plan to take back your camp.” Kestrelstar rasped and the Marshclan cats exchanged glances again.
“Don’t hold your tongue now!” Mottleblaze growled. “You ask for us to help now won't share the rest of the plan?”
“Stormstar said only to share certain information with Kestrelstar.” Batgaze meowed. “Only Kestrelstar can hear the plan.”
“This is ridiculous, Kestrelstar.” Mottleblaze turned to his leader. “We already got their leader back. Is Oakclan supposed to answer to every beck and call the other clans have?”
“I understand your frustration Mottleblaze. I would still like to know the plan.” Kestrelstar beckoned Webpelt to join her a few lengths away from the group.
The groups stood in silence until Nettleheart spoke. “Don’t mistake Marshclan asking for help as a weakness. Stormstar changed our old way of thinking but we’re still a proud fierce clan that will do anything to protect our territory.”
“Don’t seem like that to me.” Mottleblaze huffed.
Moments passed before Kestrelstar and Batgaze returned to the group. “Thank you for your time, Kestrelstar.” Batgaze meowed dipping his head.
“I wish you the best in this troubling time.” Kestrelstar nodded as the Marshclan warriors slipped back into the darkness of the pine forest.
“So, are we helping them or not?” Brightbreeze asked.
“Once back at camp we will decide on that.” Kestrelstar lead the patrol back to the camp where they were greeted by Lionshade and Icebright guarding the entrance. Kestrelstar leaped onto Stonehenge sharing with the clan of Marshclan's situation.
“We’re not their errand runners.” Smokepoppy huffed. “Let them get themselves out this mess.”
“They usual say we’re the bossy nosy clan and get mad at us for helping. Now they want our help.” Lionshade added gaining murmurs of agreement.
“It is quite hard to believe one cat such as Blackheart could cause this much trouble for Marshclan.” Thistleleaf meowed.
“Maybe living to close to the twolegs and kittypets have made them soft.” Waspsting said above the crowd.
“Whatever the issue is, Oakclan shouldn’t get involved.” Mottleblaze frowned standing in front of the gathered warriors. “Marshclan’s fate is in their own paws and Starclan’s. They should thank us for returning Stormstar.”
Birchpaw turned to Blackpaw, Darkpaw and Lilypaw. “Helping them wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
“A lot of good points were made. We can’t be open to help every clan that asks us.” Darkpaw meowed. “It would make Oakclan look soft and easy to push over.”
“Yeah. Plus, who’s to say if we help them fight Blackheart then they suddenly decide to attack us while we’re cleaning our wounds.” Blackpaw huffed.
“Ask us for help then attack us, that seems more mouse-brain to me.” Lilypaw meowed shrugging. “Nothing wrong with helping every once in a while.”
“That’s not how the clans work.” Darkpaw meowed then looked up at Kestrelstar as she drew the clan’s attention.
“It seems most of the clan is agreement of how to deal with Marshclan.” Kestrelstar rasped. “I hope Starclan watches over them and Stormstar leads his clan out the darkness.”
Kestrelstar dismissed the clan and returned to her den. Birchpaw noticed Mottleblaze gave a short nod and padded off to the warrior’s den, most of the clan went back to normal routine.
“Are we really not going to help them?” Birchpaw turned to Blackpaw.
“Seems like it. It’s their problem not ours.” Blackpaw shrugged. “If Blackheart and his rogues came to our border or attack the camp then it’s our problem.”
“We can’t just always help every time, Birchpaw.” Darkpaw meowed. “I'm sure Marshclan can oversee it, they just need to find a different angle.”
Birchpaw watched Darkpaw and Blackpaw padded over the fresh kill pile leaving him to his thoughts. For Birchpaw, it didn’t feel right to leave Marshclan to handle Blackheart when they seemed so desperate to ask for help in the first place. Birchpaw didn’t really understand how prideful the clans could be and then shamed each other for asking for help, it made him think about the cats he stayed with before joining the clan. Getting to his paws, Birchpaw went over to the apprentice hoping some rest could clear his head.
The day had turned to dusk as Birchpaw pulled himself out of the apprentice den, looking around the camp seeing a few cats sharing tongues and eating prey, the quietness of the clan sent a chill along his spine. Birchpaw held back a yawn as he stretched out his paws then he noticed Dapplebreeze approaching him, now that he thought about it, between the three littermates, Dapplebreeze was the one he didn’t really interact with. His relationship with Embercreek was good, she was one of the cats he would get advice from. Waspsting wasn’t his favorite even if he and Lilypaw seemed to be ‘friends' but for Birchpaw, he didn’t trust the ginger tom.
“Glad to see you wake.” Dapplebreeze meowed. “Just in time as I need someone to come help me.”
Birchpaw gave her a puzzled look standing up. “Okay…help with what? A patrol?”
“Something like that.” Dapplebreeze flicked her tail padding toward the entrance. “Come on.”
Birchpaw looked around the camp wondering if anyone else would be joining them before following Dapplebreeze into the forest, realizing they were heading toward Broken Pine. “Are we hunting at Broken Pine? Do you need me to keep lookout or something?”
“Don’t worry it’s a surprise.” Dapplebreeze meowed as they pushed through the undergrowth and were greeted by Thistleleaf, Specklefur, Waselfur, Smokepoppy and Blackpaw.
“Got a little worried for a moment there.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Now that we’re all here let's hurry.”
“Hurry for what?” Birchpaw padded beside Blackpaw noticing the gleam in his green eyes, but the black and white tom said nothing.
The patrol tracked through the forest and made their way across the clearing into Marshclan territory. Birchpaw flicked his ears to the sounds around them, when he and his sisters came this way before it didn’t feel this eerie.
“You think we’ll make it in time?” Waselfur meowed to Thistleleaf.
“Kestrelstar said we’ll find an ally before nightfall.” Thistleleaf rasped.
Birchpaw whipped his head back to a rustling sound and quickened his pace to keep up with the patrol. “Why are we in Marshclan territory?”
“We’re a battle patrol, Birchpaw.” Blackpaw chirped. “But if anyone ask, we thought we saw something strange across the border.”
The patrol came to a small clearing looking around. “I thought the clan was against helping Marshclan.” Birchpaw huffed.
“The clan perhaps but Kestrelstar not so much.” Smokepoppy meowed. “She knows there will be more trouble if Marshclan is driven out by Blackheart and his rogues.”
A snapping twig drew everyone over to a brush and came padding out was a Marshclan patrol lead by Amberjay. “Mmm, it seems Stormstar was right about coming here. A familiar face will come to us in need.” He gave Birchpaw a short nod.
“Looks like we made it in time.” Thistleleaf said. “Lead the way and fill us in on the plan.”
Amberjay nodded leading both patrols through the dark forest. “We had sent a battle patrol earlier after Batgaze delivered the message to Kestrelstar. Stormstar didn’t want the whole plan to get out because it seems Blackheart knew what we were up to.”
“We decided to attack them at night.” Birchpaw noticed Nettleheart was a part of the patrol. “Marshclan warriors uses the darkness to advantage better than any clan in the forest.”
“We have Snaildust’s patrol waiting to attack once I gave the signal.” Amberjay meowed as they pushed through the undergrowth.
“Is that wise? Wasn’t he an ally of Blackheart?” Dapplebreeze asked.
“Snaildust was following the warrior code and believed Blackheart like many others, but we can’t fault them for that.” A rusty red molly meowed letting out a sigh. “He fooled us like newborn kits.”
Amberjay held up his tail telling the patrols to stop as they took cover in the bracken nearby. Before them was Marshclan camp, tall pine trees with thickets filling in the gaps and the bramble thicket marked the entrance where two cats were sitting outside keeping watch.
“Snaildust has decided to function as a decoy with the claim of providing our temporary camp location.” Amberjay whispered. “It seems the rogues have their own leader and if we can send him running then they will abandon Blackheart.”
A rustling drew the two cats guarding the entrance attention as Snaildust came padding toward them, a few moments passed, and the three cats slipped into the camp. Thistleleaf turned to Blackpaw and Birchpaw. “Stay with each other and fight. Partner fighting allows you to cover each other’s weakness.”
Blackpaw and Birchpaw nodded before turning back to the entrance just as yowl filled the air and the rest of Snaildust patrol came racing out the undergrowth into the camp. The sound of fighting started to grow louder. “Now we attack!” Amberjay yowled bounding out with his patrol into the camp, the Oakclan patrol wasn’t far behind.
The sound of hissing and growling filled Birchpaw’s ears and he looked around the camp seeing warriors fighting rogues. Birchpaw felt Blackpaw nudge him and turned to his friend. “Come on!” The two stumbled across the clearing avoiding the rolling bodies and claws of the older warriors fighting. Birchpaw caught a glimpse of Snaildust raking his claws across the muzzle of a bright ginger tom before a growl drew his attention.
“Not you again!” A red and white molly hissed at him. “Do you often stick your nose in others’ problems?”
“Only when cats like you are causing trouble.” Birchpaw growled as the molly leaped at him claws out.
“Then I’ll claw your nose off, so you won’t come poking around next time.” Birchpaw ducked the molly’s attack and stumbled back as the molly came at him again with another attack.
“You’ll be retreating with your tail between your legs again.” Birchpaw hissed slipping under the molly and turned slashing her side.
The red and white molly winced in pain turning around and pouncing on Birchpaw digging her claws into his shoulders trying to pin him down. “That Blackheart has been teaching us your warrior skills, not that we really needed it.”
Birchpaw strained to keep steady on his paws feeling the molly put more weight on his back. “He taught you how to fight like fox-hearts!” Blackpaw leaped onto the molly’s back sending all three cats crashing onto the dirt.
“You’ll never defeat real warriors.” Blackpaw huffed standing up with Birchpaw.
The molly growled standing up glaring at the two apprentices. “Don’t get overconfident. It seems your side is losing anyway.” Birchpaw glanced around the camp seeing Nettleheart pinned down by a large brown tabby. Specklefur had blood dripping from her cheek as she back away from a pale brown and white cat, he didn’t see any sign of Amberjay or Thistleleaf and hopped the two warriors were okay.
“All this could’ve been avoided if Stormstar didn’t return.” The molly hissed.
“The clans weren’t going to allow Blackheart rule Marshclan, leading them into darkness. You rogues are mouse brain for following him.” Blackpaw meowed.
“We don’t follow Blackheart. Our leader found his plan amusing and decided to stay.” She huffed.
“You should tell your leader that Blackheart will get you all killed if you continue attacking and stealing from the clans. You’re nothing but his errand runners.” Blackpaw yowled leaping at the molly swiping his claws contacting her muzzle a few times.
Birchpaw gained his paws leaping into battle with Blackpaw, sinking his teeth into the molly’s shoulder as she cried out in pain. She delivered a blow to Blackpaw ear causing it to bleed and shock Birchpaw off before racing across the clearing.
“We sent her running again.” Blackpaw huffed then gestured toward the fallen pine tree in the middle of camp. Thistleleaf was fighting a white cat. “We should go help!” Blackpaw bounded across the clearing to help his mentor.
Birchpaw attention was drawn cross the clearing were Amberjay and Blackheart was, both toms covered in wounds. Blackheart let out a cry which seemed to stop the fighting. “Did you really think you could come here and win?”
He gestured to Thistleleaf. “Even stoop so low to seek help from Oakclan. Marshclan has become weak.”
“You’re the weak one, Blackheart.” Snaildust limped over. “You betray your own clan and side with rogues. You’re no Marshclan warrior.”
“I was making Marshclan strong!” Blackheart hissed, whipping around. “Stormstar is the weak one! Can he not come and fight for his clan’s camp?”
“Of course, I can!” Everyone turned their attention to the bramble tunnel seeing Stormstar with a patrol. “Did you actually think I would miss this battle.”
Stormstar and Blackheart snarled at each as they moved to the center of the camp. The two leapt at each other kicking up dirt and loose fur as they locked in battle, their bodies twisted and thrashed around and after moments of their wrestling, the two broke apart panting.
“Why are you doing this Blackheart?” Stormstar breathed, “You were one of Marshclan’s most loyal warriors.”
“Loyalty? Being loyal hasn’t gotten me nowhere!” Blackheart snarled. “I volunteered for every possible patrol and fought in every battle for Toadstar. Then suddenly after our last battle with Basinclan, he turned into a coward, and you all know it.”
Blackheart twitched with irritation and pain. “We were so close to gaining more territory, being feared by the other clans but I guess since he was close to losing his remaining lives, Toadstar felt it was time for peace, oh which reminds me you should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you? What are you talking about?” Stormstar huffed.
“For making you leader of course.” Blackheart meowed. “Toadstar would probably still be here if I didn’t feed him death berries.”
An audible grasp filled the camp as the warriors began to arise again. “You did what?!” Birchpaw recognized the raspy voice of Applewillow, of course the senior warrior would be here to win her camp back from Blackheart.
“Feed him death berries.” Blackheart shrugged his shoulders. “I did the clan a service, he would’ve made us soft like kittypets and I had hoped Stormstar would’ve been set on making us a great clan but no he is also turning us soft.”
“I’m changing the clan for the better.” Stormstar meowed. “Those battles with Basinclan and Oakclan wasn’t doing us any good just sending more of our warriors to the medicine cat den or even to Starclan. We can be feared but also a respected clan.”
“Where does killing Halfjump fall into this plan of yours?” A nimble blue-grey molly meowed stepping forward.
“Oh, he was just an extra casualty. At first, I thought I would try and rally an ally who better than the deputy, making him leader and in turn makes me deputy.” Blackheart rasped. “Then I realized, I can just get rid of them both. Most of you mouse-brains believed me anyway and sure I didn’t expect the other clans would stick their noses in our business, but I should’ve made sure all Stormstar lives were gone.” Blackheart snarled dropping his shoulders glaring at Stormstar.
“You'll ever get the chance again! Marshclan attack!” Stormstar charged at Blackheart, both toms reared up on their hind leg digging their claws into each other’s shoulders. A battle yowl filled the camp again and pushing through the bramble tunnel was Yellowfang leading another battle patrol of warriors and some apprentices into battle which seemed to startle some of the rogues.
Birchpaw leaped back into battle as the warriors rallied together and began chasing some of the rogues out of camp. Birchpaw turned on his heels coming face to face with a slender white tom who stared at him with wide eyes, Birchpaw raised his hunches and growled at the tom who seemed to flinch away.
“Wait, I surrender.” The tom whimpered. “Just let me leave.”
Birchpaw was taken back but wasn’t going to allow the scared tom’s pleading to make him drop his guard. “Now you want to surrender, you all attack our patrols and follow Blackheart!” He hissed.
“Don’t have much of a choice if Oliver tells us to do something.” The white tom tucked his tail under him and pushed himself closer to the ground. “Please just let me go.”
“So, you all can lick your wounds and attack us again?” Birchpaw huffed.
“Trust me if I could leave this battle behind me and never return I would. I don’t want to come back and fight these cats, but we don’t get to choose.” The white tom pinned his ears back as a yowl broke through the camp.
Birchpaw looked up and saw Blackheart and some of the rogues backing away as Stormstar and his warriors surrounded them. Blackheart had a large gash on his chest and his pelt ripped with pain.
“This is the strength of Marshclan when we are untied.” Stormstar growled. “We get strength from each and the warrior’s code, not from being greedy, bloodthirsty or making the other clans fear us. As leader, Marshclan will never go back to those days.”
One by one the rogues slipped out of the camp running into the darkness of the forest. Blackheart glared at the cats gathered around him and backed away into the undergrowth. “This isn’t over.” He glared before turning around and running off.
As Stormstar let out a cry of victory and his clan joined, Birchpaw realized that the white tom had escaped into the forest with the other rogues, Birchpaw found the tom strange since all the other rogues threw themselves into gaining wounds, but it seemed like the white tom didn’t have a single wound on him and he didn’t want to fight.
Birchpaw padded over to Stormstar and the others, Blackpaw gave him a nudge and noticed the black and white tom had blood dripping from his cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. That white molly fighting Thistleleaf was quick.” Blackpaw meowed. “She whipped around so fast and clawed me pretty good.”
“Don’t worry once back at camp, Spotteddust and Embercreek will gave you something for that.” Birchpaw meowed then looked as Thistleleaf approached Stormstar.
“You have your camp back.” Thistleleaf meowed. “Oakclan will be heading home now.”
“Marshclan thanks Oakclan for their help.” Stormstar nodded. “I will have a patrol escort you back. Blackheart might have some rogues hiding in wait to attack and given I didn’t see their leader; I wouldn’t put it passed them.”
Rustling from the bramble tunnel drew everyone’s attention and a pale brown pushed his way through. “Did we win?” “Yes, Pricklesky.” Stormstar meowed. “Just in time.”
The warrior slipped into the camp with a group behind him, Birchpaw noticed the elders that he found with Applesun, being guided by an apprentice, two queens with their kits, and two cats carrying herbs.
“If anyone has serious wounds come over to my den.” Rainshadow meowed padding over to a hollowed-out pine tree covered in moss and ferns.
Birchpaw turned to follow his clanmates to the bramble tunnel when he noticed a golden-brown pelt coming his way, it was Vinepaw. “Birchpaw! Weird to see you in the camp helping us instead of you know attack us.”
“Oh, I’m glad we could help.” Birchpaw purred. “Blackheart and his rogues will be licking their wounds for some time hopefully it reminds them not to attack again.”
“Come here I want you to meet someone.” Vinepaw meowed leading Birchpaw across the clearing over to a golden-brown molly. “This is my mother, Branchsplash.”
Birchpaw dripped his head to the older warrior. “Hello.”
“So, you’re the apprentice I heard about from Vinepaw and Amberjay.” Branchsplash meowed then touched her nose to his head. “Thank you for helping Vinepaw and bring Stormstar back to us.”
“Oh, I’m just glad Vinepaw worked up the courage to come tell us what was happening and that we found Stormstar.” Birchpaw meowed nudge Vinepaw. “Next time through tell your clanmates first.”
Vinepaw shuffled on his paws nodding. “I’ll try my best. For my sake and everyone else, especially Halfjump.” He let out a sigh. “I wish I could’ve saved him.”
“Halfjump will always be proud of you, even from Starclan he’ll see what great of a warrior you will become.” Branchsplash purred giving Vinepaw a pick on his head which the tom tried to pull away.
“Come along Birchpaw.” Thistleleaf called from the bramble tunnel as patrol was leaving.
“See you around, Vinepaw.” Birchpaw mewed following them through the brambles and into the forest with the moon broke through the clouds a few moments serving as their guiding light. Chapter 17It had been a few days after Oakclan sent aid to Marshclan to take their camp back from Blackheart and his rogues. Patrols had been sent to the clearing more often to check for any return of the group only to be greeted by Marshclan patrols with the same news that no scent or sighting of Blackheart or rogues had been seen. Birchpaw pulled himself out the apprentice letting out a grunt as Lilypaw pushed passed him with excitement.
“How can you be so excited in the morning.” Birchpaw meowed.
Lilypaw turned to him shaking her fur out purring. “Every day brings new things to see and do.” She chirped.
“New things?” Birchpaw held back a yawn. “We do the same thing every day; patrols and training and something might happen, but nothing where you should be racing out your nest.”
“Oh, you’re just a bump on a long most of the time anyway.” Lilypaw huffed padding back over and giving him a nudge. “We’re almost warriors for all we know today could be our last day as apprentices.”
Birchpaw grumbled as they padded over to join the gathering cats around Newtshine as he assigned patrols. “Leaf-bare is upon us.” Newtshine raised his voice above the cats around him. “Prey will be retiring to their burrows and if the weather is hard this leaf-bare again so will we. Patrols will be sent out to restock the fresh kill pile and check the border. Try not to be out long, it looks like it’s going to snow.”
“Hawksplash and I will lead a patrol to Flat Rocks. Smokepoppy will lead a hunting patrol to the clearing while Waselfur will take a patrol toward the island, check for any signs of trespassers be it Basinclan or Patrols. Then patrols will route with Lionshade and Mottleblaze leading evening patrols.”
Newtshine waved his tail dismissing the cats to gather into patrols. Birchpaw noticed him making his way over to him. “I figured today would be a good day for me to try fishing.” Newtshine purred. “Keep my shadow away from the water and wait for glitter of silver.”
“Best of luck then.” Birchpaw meowed. “Be sure to be quick and don’t fall in.”
Newtshine nodded turning away to lead his patrol out the camp first. Birchpaw went over to join Thistleleaf, Icebright, Blackpaw and Lilypaw.
“Today we decided to give you three a little assessment. This will prepare you for the actual before you are made warriors.” Thistleleaf meowed and Blackpaw eyes gleamed with excitement.
“Are Mudpaw and the others having their assessments today?” Blackpaw asked. “They’re old enough now, right?”
“Just because they’re older doesn’t mean they’re ready.” Icebright drew his paw over his ear, “but yes today will be their last day of being apprentices.”
“Soon it will be yours so make sure you pay attention.” Thistleleaf began leading the group out into the forest toward the training hollow. “First we will evaluate your fighting skills, so we don’t bother the other patrol.”
Birchpaw sat on the soft sandy ground of the training hollow flexing his claws as he watched Blackpaw and Lilypaw practice their battle moves on each other. Earlier, Birchpaw and Blackpaw practiced which resulted in both them locking each other into a hold and either tom wanted to let go. As for Lilypaw and Blackpaw, it seemed Blackpaw was getting the advantage on Lilypaw when exchanging blows.
“Lilypaw, you have to move around more. You say still for too long then your opponent will easily beat you back or worse.” Thistleleaf rasped.
Lilypaw let out a frustrated hiss as Blackpaw back away from her waving his tail through the air smugly and Lilypaw kicked up some sand with her paw. “Chin up, Lilypaw.” Icebright meowed. “Perhaps you’re not the best fighter but you’re skills excel in hunting.”
“The patrols will be rotating soon we want you three to hunt near The Broken Pine. Even through this a test assessment, we won’t help you but keep an eye on you. Off you go.” Thistleleaf gestured with his head.
“Come on, Lilypaw.” Blackpaw nudge her playfully. “I bet I can catch more squirrels than you.”
Lilypaw blinked at him before letting a playfully growl, returning to her normal perky self. “Only in your dreams.” They raced off into the undergrowth leaving Birchpaw trailing behind them.
“Pick up the pace Birchpaw or they’ll catch all the prey.” Thistleleaf called.
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Birchpaw moved through the undergrowth tracking the scent of a vole. Previously he had caught two mice and one finch now the scent of the vole was leading him deeper into the shadow of the broken pine. Birchpaw lifted his paws slowly not alert the vole as he watched it scarry along a fallen branch.
Birchpaw shifted forward, trying to keep his weight on his haunches as he got into striking range. Then he sprang forward kicking up needles as he rose, alert by his presence the vole raced away. Birchpaw moved as quick as possible leaping over the fallen branch scooping it up with one paw, throwing it onto the needle bed, and lunged on top of it.
After giving it a quick sharp bite, Birchpaw stood up with his catch hang from his jaws. Birchpaw started making his way back to gather the rest of his prey when he felt a sharp pain coming from his paw. “Ouch!”
“Are you okay, Birchpaw?” Thistleleaf voice grabbed his attention as the large blue-grey warrior stepped from behind the trees.
“I guess.” Birchpaw meowed sitting his catch and praised his front right paw. “I think I got a needle in my pad.”
“Mm.” Thistleleaf lifted his paws turning it over to look at it. “You should have the medicine cats take a look at. Let’s return to camp.”
“What about the assessment?” Birchpaw stumbled trying to keep his weight off his injured paw. “I can get another catch before we go back.”
“No, need. We assessed you enough today, I hope you keep this same energy when your actual assessment happens.” Thistleleaf meowed.
Birchpaw picked up his vole and followed Thistleleaf as they went to back to camp, collecting his other catches along the way and meeting Icebright and the others.
After dropping his prey onto the fresh kill pile, Birchpaw limped his way over to the medicine cat den where he was greeted by a small meow, looking down he saw Willowkit with small piece of cobweb wrapped on her fore paw.
“Need some help, Willowkit?” Birchpaw came over to her.
“No…I got it.” Willowkit pulled the cobweb off and waved her paw trying to remove little strings. “It’s just sticky.”
Embercreek pushed way out the den. “Willowkit offered to give me a little help. I teaching her basic skills and when she starts her apprenticeship, we’ll go into some more refined things.” She purred looked down at Birchpaw’s paw. “Did something happen?”
“I was hunting around the Broken Pine, and I guess a needle or thorn got stuck in my paw.” Birchpaw sat down and turned his paw over as Embercreek took a closer look rubbing her own paw over his.
“Mm. I don’t feel anything…” Embercreek meowed. “Maybe it’s a little sprain.” She ran her paw over his pad again and this time Birchpaw let a small hiss as she brushed pass the space between his pad and fur. “All this fur makes it difficult to see or feel anything.”
“Well when it starts snowing all this fur will keep me warm.” Birchpaw meowed as Embercreek began licking the fur out the way.
“Oh, well maybe I’ll gathered up some of your fur and line my nest with it.” Embercreek meowed between licks. “Are you sure it won’t slow you down in deep snow?”
Once the fur was out the way, Embercreek could see the tip of the needle and started pulling it out at an angle. “I should be fine.” Birchpaw huffed.
As Embercreek pulled the needle out, it had some length to it. “That’s a long needle.” Willowkit squeaked. “Did it hurt really bad?”
Birchpaw placed his paw on the ground with his full weight. “It did before but thanks to Embercreek amazing medical skills, I feel so much better. You’re going learn so much from her.”
“Even from Spotteddust?” Willowkit asked.
Birchpaw noticed Embercreek had an uneasy look on her face then gave Willowkit a little nudge. “Of course. Why don’t you return to the nursery before Lakeshade starts to worry.”
Willowkit nodded and bounded away from them toward the Nursery. “Is Spotteddust okay?” Birchpaw tried peering into the den to see the pale ginger tom.
“He's been a little more fussy than normal.” Embercreek sighed. “I found him staring off in the distance and mumbling about something a few times. Maybe he’s talking with Starclan somehow.”
“Maybe or maybe it’s time to retire to the Elders den.” Birchpaw meowed. “He probably doesn’t want to but maybe it’s for the best.”
“I know.” Embercreek shifted on her paws. “I just wish he would fill me on what was happening, if it’s a message from Starclan then we could both try to figure it out.”
“Well, if you need someone to talk with or just to listen, you can come find me.” Birchpaw got to his paws. “We can go looking for herbs together again.”
“Shouldn’t you we focus on your warrior apprentice training? Surely you don’t want to be surrounded by the smell of herbs.” Embercreek scoffed.
“I heard Mudpaw, and the others apprenticeships is ending soon.” Birchpaw puffed out his chest and held his tail up proudly. “I’ll be one of the fiercest warriors in the forest soon.”
“Oh, the fiercest you say?” Embercreek purred. “What if you have to climb up a tree.”
Birchpaw groaned dropping his tail no one in the clan really knew about his dislike for tree climbing, only Lilypaw, Sage and Hawksplash, he guessed one of them must told Embercreek about it. “Warriors don’t fight trees, so as long as they don’t start moving, I’ll be fine.”
Embercreek purred in amusement flicking her tail. “You should go get some fresh kill and rest, as a small celebration for Mudpaw and the others apprenticeship being over because come tomorrow they will be over.”
Birchpaw nodded before padding toward the fresh kill pile shuffling though before grabbing a plump mouse and noticed Blackpaw and Lilypaw sitting with Icebright and went over to join them.
“Did you get that needle out your paw?” Lilypaw asked cleaning her whiskers free of mouse.
“Yeah, thanks to Embercreek.” Birchpaw settled down biting into his mouse.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Blackpaw meowed wiggling around. “After Mudpaw and the others assessment and warrior ceremony, ours won’t be far behind.”
“More snow will come tomorrow, so don’t get to excited.” Icebright meowed getting more comfortable where he was resting. “It’s going to snow tonight.”
“How do you know?” Lilypaw looked up at the sky. “The sky cleared up.”
“I can feel it in bones.” Icebright rasped.
“In other words, it’s because he’s old.” Blackpaw snickered to Birchpaw.
“He’s not that old, Icebright still got going for him.” Lilypaw came to her mentor defense.
Icebright shifted his weight then sat up with a grunt. “Thank you, Lilypaw but Blackpaw is right. My time as a senior warrior is coming to an end, once you take your warrior's name, I'll be retiring to the elder's den.”
“Aw, we wouldn’t be able to hunt together or anything.” Lilypaw mewed.
“That’s okay, you can bring all your catches to me and tell me about your day.” Icebright purred.
Birchpaw could see the bond between Icebright and Lilypaw as mentor and apprentice, even if some cats considered Icebright to be sluggish and laid back Birchpaw was glad his sister had a kind mentor and he wondered if he got Slatekit as his apprentice would they share the same bond.
The day had turned to evening and now it was becoming dusk, Birchpaw noticed some of the cats sitting outside dens. Mudpaw, Flintpaw, and Hailpaw were gathered to together taking a few glances toward Stonehenge probably hoping Kestrelstar would announce their Warrior assessment.
“Hey, Hawksplash.” Waspsting meowed across the clearing as the large tom was exiting the Nursery. “Where’s Newtshine?”
“I don’t know.” Hawksplash meowed. “We patrolled Flat Rocks then went hunting and the way back Newtshine said he would go back to Flat Rock to fish.”
“Well if he didn’t catch anything he should’ve been back by now.” Waselfur chimed in and a few cats started in the center of camp.
“Should we go looking for him?” Smokepoppy asked.
“As the clan deputy he shouldn’t need rescuing.” Waspsting huffed.
“What if he fell in? If Newtshine needs help we should go find him.” Mudpaw added worried about his mentor.
Kestrelstar came out her den padding over to the gathered cats. “Perhaps Newtshine got a big catch for the clan and is on his way back as we speak. If not, I will send a patrol to go find him.”
Kestrelstar gestured to apprentices that were present “You all should be preparing for your assessment, Oakclan has never had so many apprentices becoming warriors in a short time after another. You all should be proud of your determination and hard work.” Warriors nodded in agreement as some of the apprentices held their heads up proudly.
A sharp yowl filled the air making everyone flinch and turn toward the entrance where the bramble tunnel rustled and Cloudpaw came into the clearing not far behind him entered Brackenthroat.
“Kestrelstar!” The dark warrior yowled.
“What is the matter Brackenthroat?” Kestrelstar came forward with the others.
“It’s…trouble…”Cloudpaw breathed as he started to tremble.
“Spit it out already.” Waspsting rasped. “Why is he trembling like a leave so bad.”
“It’s because…” Brackenthroat sighed dropping her head as another rustle came from the tunnel as Mottleblaze entered carrying something and at the sight before them many cats grasp and let out painful cries.
“Newtshine is dead.” Mottleblaze laid the deputy’s body in the center of the camp. “He was killed at Flat Rocks…by a Floodclan patrol.”
“Newtshine!” Hazelfleck crossed the clearing from the elders’ den and buried her nose into her kit's brown pelt.
Birchpaw felt a chill run down his spine as he watched those close to Newtshine gathered around him saying their last goodbyes. Newtshine’s pelt was still wet did the Floodclan patrol drag him into the river, he never thought Floodclan would do something like this given the clans had no conflicts with each other.
Birchpaw shock out his pelt as a breeze blew the camp and he blinked as he felt something fall on his nose, looking up Birchpaw noticed the white specks falling from the sky. Snow.
Just as the season shifted from Leaf-fall to Leaf bare, trouble started with Blackheart and his rogues now the tension between the clans would be changing as well, peace around the clans were shattering the days of dissolving border conflicts by talking were over now the clans would fight to ensure their survival through the harsh winter until the sun shined again in Newleaf.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Apr 17, 2021 16:10:52 GMT -5
I love this. It's so interesting. And Lily/Birch's personalities. I can just see Blackpaw and Birchpaw becoming the best of friends!
I can't wait to read more and find out if Cloudpaw is okay and how their first day of training is going to go.
Ohh. And Sage with Hawksplash. Such an interest there. It makes you wonder if something was going on between the two before all of this, or if he just took an interest in her from all the encounters with the group.
:3
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Apr 27, 2021 1:03:32 GMT -5
Glad to see you back!
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Post by Taiyou on Jun 15, 2021 15:45:48 GMT -5
Finally done with Chapter 4 and 5. Chapter 6 is in the works as of now and hopefully it'll be done by next week along with Chapter 7.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jun 30, 2021 18:05:40 GMT -5
I’m excited to see what happens at the gathering! And I love the challenge for Birchpaw with the clan. I bet he will become something great.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 19, 2021 9:17:20 GMT -5
//sits on fic
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 20, 2021 17:39:06 GMT -5
Waiting every so patiently. ☺️
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Post by Taiyou on Jul 21, 2021 3:09:09 GMT -5
Okay, thank you to everyone who's been waiting so patiently for the new update, I finished chapters 6, 7 and 8 but only could put 6 up so please enjoy that while I revamp this thread to fit all my other chapters. Thank you again.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 23, 2021 17:26:26 GMT -5
Ohhh. Something fishy is going on in Marshclan. I can’t wait to see what the truth happens to be!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 24, 2021 18:42:09 GMT -5
Oh heck yes!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 9, 2021 0:03:49 GMT -5
Me over here trying to remember what chapter I'm on? Nooooo never. X'D
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 8, 2021 2:24:00 GMT -5
I finally worked it out. XD After rereading for a second time.
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Post by Taiyou on Oct 2, 2021 17:40:17 GMT -5
I want to say thank you to everyone who been reading this and being so patient waiting for Chapter 9. I never got to that chapter in the original draft so I had to add new things in order to advance the story, it took a troll and i lose inspiration for a moment but i got it back and working hard to finish chapter 9. So, I ask everyone to wait a little longer for the next update, thank you.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Oct 4, 2021 8:06:46 GMT -5
Excited to see what happens next! 🧡
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 20, 2021 1:01:24 GMT -5
No worries! Hope that things work out and sending encouragement!
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Nov 16, 2021 12:28:17 GMT -5
Excited to read this! Happy to see more!
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Post by Taiyou on Jan 13, 2022 10:25:31 GMT -5
Late but Happy new Year. Went on break from work and college and vacation, all very needed finally back and continuing the story, chapter 11 has been waiting for me and thank everyone here also. I have not given up this story and I hope you haven't, please wait a little longer I have new ideas to share with you guys.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jan 16, 2022 20:49:35 GMT -5
I'm a patient bean. :3
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 22, 2022 13:17:46 GMT -5
💜💜💜
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Mar 20, 2022 19:41:03 GMT -5
How you doing?
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Post by Taiyou on Apr 9, 2022 19:38:03 GMT -5
Quick update; Thank you for taking an interest this and waiting so patiently. My labtop decided to quit on me and I only access my word docs through my phone but I'm going to try and transfer the doc to another labtop and setup my login so I can post the other chapters. Again thank you
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Post by Taiyou on May 31, 2022 0:56:08 GMT -5
Here's chapter 11. Chapter 12 isn't far behind and I wanted to release them together but enjoy while I finish chapter 12, which has to be the most challenging chapters I've written.
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Post by Taiyou on Jul 6, 2022 15:23:00 GMT -5
Can you believe I finished chapter 12 after posting chapter 11 then had to rewrite chapter 12 because I remember the right plotline, Haha... so any way here's chapter 12, please enjoy.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 30, 2022 13:37:01 GMT -5
I caught up on this last night and it’s great! I can’t wait to see if they find Stormstar or not.
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Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 30, 2022 14:29:54 GMT -5
Started reading. Looks pretty good and I love the different Clans and the lay out of detail in the beginning. Good story going but watch out for repetivness! In the prologue you repeated several words in the 1st paragraph. Sorry to be picky LOL but as a writer I notice these things right away. AExample of a rework of this: The half-moon shined above as the stars above filled the night sky. The dense trees above provide no cover overhead and rustled as a gust of wind blew past. The meadow was silent as two bodies moved though the grass, a ginger and white she-cat looked over her shoulder as the moon raised above the mountains behind them. She turned back around to padded alongside the older pale ginger tom with her. (above 3x in the 1st two sentences and again in the 3rd. )
Might be better streamlined:
The half-moon shone above as stars filled the night sky. The dense trees provided no cover here, rustling as a gust of wind blew past. In the silent meadow, two bodies moved though the grass. A ginger and white she-cat looked over her shoulder at the moon rising over the mountains behind them. She turned back around, padding alongside the older pale ginger tom with her.
I will be reading more when I get time as I am intriqued by the premise and prologue.
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Post by Taiyou on Oct 4, 2022 23:05:16 GMT -5
Chap 13 is up. I hope you all enjoy it as it was a challenge to write. Chap 14 isn't far behind and honestly the rest of the chapters shouldn't take long either, less something comes up. Anyway, buckle up, it might get a little crazy.
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Post by Taiyou on Dec 3, 2022 19:20:46 GMT -5
Here's chapter 14. Some things happened and had to put this on hold of a bit but I'm back and ready to finish this and as you can see there's a new title. I wasn't sure if I could split the story into multiple books, but I reworked something and think I can handle it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and chapter 15 is in progress.
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