Clan Blood

[Ravenstarofcaveclan]

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Prologue



Thornstar walked towards the medicine-cat’s den. Spottedheart, the Clan’s medi-cine-cat, was sitting just outside her den, looking above her to the night stars.
“Has there been any message from StarClan?” Thornstar questioned.
“No. I haven’t received any sign for moons.”
The brown tabby warrior came to sit next to his medicine-cat.
“Look!” she mewed.
She pointed to a place in the sky where the moon had just appeared.
“It’s only the moon.”
“No, Thornstar, that was a message from StarClan!”
“A message?”
“Yes. StarClan were telling me that a white tom would come to lead the Clan.”
“But, Spottedheart, if a white cat were to lead the Clan, it would mean that I would be dead.”
The tortoiseshell she-cat thought for a moment.
“I suppose it would.” She sounded worried.
Simultaneously, the two cats turned to the warriors’ den, were a young warrior named Cloudfur lay, his white pelt just visible in the moonlight.







Chapter 1
In The Hollow



The fire was close, dark, and all consuming. The screams of burning cats rang through-out the clearing-

“Cloudfur, Cloudfur!” A voice was ringing in the cat’s ears. He awoke with a start, sweat smudged against his muzzle and face. A snowy she-cat was prodding him and calling his name.
“Frostpelt,” he gasped. “The fire!”
“What fire? I heard you muttering in your sleep. More like wailing. Nearly woke half the Clan up.”
“Sorry. I was having – a kind of dream-”
“Sounded more like a nightmare to me!”
“A Clan was being burned, flames everywhere, cats screaming.”
“It’s alright. The Clan isn’t burning. Everyone’s fine. I think you should see Spottedheart.”
Spottedheart was the Clan’s senior medicine cat.
“No, I’m fine,” mewed Cloudfur, be-ginning to calm down.
“Well at least have some breakfast.” She padded off to the fresh-kill pile, bringing back a vole and a shrew. The vole she threw over to Cloudfur, and kept the shrew for herself.
By sunhigh that day, Cloudfur had remembered the promise to his daughter he had made the previous night. He had said that he would take her out to Highhollow before her apprentice ceremony. She was so excited; it was as if she was going to become Clan leader. But Cloudfur couldn’t blame her. He’d been just as thrilled before his own apprenticeship.
So, when the sun was highest in the sky, Cloudfur; Snowkit, his daughter; Frostpelt; and Cloudfur’s most trusted friend, Brackenfur, all departed from the noon patrol, and ran parallel with the stream, until they reached Highhollow. It had a san-dy floor, and two small trees were curved at one end to make an arch that was covered in ivy. The four cats all flopped down onto the ground, their pelts shining in the greenleaf sun.
“Cloudfur, who was the leader Fire-star?” mewed Snowkit. “I’ve heard the elders talk about him. He sounds very important to Clan history.”
“And indeed he was,” answered her father. “The best leader this Clan’s ever seen, apart from – maybe – Bluestar. But I’ll tell you about her another time. Anyway, Firestar joined ThunderClan after Bluestar had watched him fight a new apprentice, Greystripe (Greypaw then), who soon became Firestar’s best friend.
He used to be a kittypet, by the name of Rusty. But Bluestar obviously thought he’d take to Clan life easily. And so he did. He and his friends were some of the worst troublemakers known in history. But their adventures led them to become great warriors together. And yet, one of their closest friends, Ravenpaw, left ThunderClan when it became clear, only to them, that Tigerclaw, an ambitious warrior, was intent on killing him. More secrets started to unravel about the warrior.
On Firestar’s first day at Thunder-Clan, Ravenpaw returned from a fight, in which the current deputy, Redtail, had died. Everyone thought that this was result of battle, but Ravenpaw on the other hand knew otherwise. What he had seen effected him so much, that he couldn’t even tell it to his two closest friends.”
“What had he seen?”
“Tigerclaw killing Redtail.”
“No!”
“Yes,” meowed Frostpelt. “Redtail and Oakheart fell into the river, or near it, and Oakheart was crushed by some falling rocks, but Redtail survived. In fact, he wasn’t even injured, but when he returned to the battlefield, Tigercclaw was waiting behind a bush. He never even had a chance to yell, but Ravenpaw saw the murder, and, with a little encouragement from Firestar and Greystripe, the story was revealed, and Tigerclaw unmasked. Though at first Blue-star didn’t believe Firestar, and Tigerclaw tried his best to keep the two apart.
Therefore, when Tigerclaw led a band of rogue cats into the camp to attack, and attacked Bluestar himself, she felt torn in the sense that her most trusted warrior was a traitor. Her will too, soon began to crum-ble away. Many wrong decisions were made during his period of Bluestar’s rule.
Tigerclaw was exiled, and for a while there was no sign of him. Until, one night at a Gathering, the ShadowClan leader, Night-star, was proclaimed dead. It was a bad bout of greencough I think, and the deputy was one of the first to die of it. All the Clans were curious to know who the new leader of ShadowClan was. It was at that moment that Tigerstar stepped onto the Greatrock, and a certain doom began.” She ended, as though the next part of that dark time was so horrid, she could not mention it.
“So Tigerstar ruled ShadowClan then?”
“Yes. And at first he showed no hat-red towards ThunderClan, but Firestar saw a warrior named Darkstripe bringing two kits of Tigerstar’s, and meeting him in secret near the Thunderpath. One of the kits, Tawnypelt, admired Tigerstar for what he was, and later agreed to join ShadowClan, where as her brother, Brambleclaw (Bramblekit then), knew that his father was evil. Therefore, he stayed in ThunderClan, but Firestar was more worried about him than any other cat. Brindleface, his mother, saw the way he looked at him every time he passed the nursery:

“I’ve seen you Fireheart, every time you look at him it’s as if you’re seeing his father. But he’s not. He’s not the murderer his father was, however much he might look like him; he is not the same. He is not a traitor.”

Firestar had no proof that Bramble-claw was evil, and to sway him away from that possible path, he took him on as his own apprentice, and taught him well. Bramble-claw was a good warrior. He might have been a bit short-tempered, but he had none of the burning anger like his father.
Brambleclaw was a normal enough warrior, until the time that we call The New Prophecy, which we will tell you about some other time,” Frostfur finished, and a gave a long sigh.
“That was an amazing tale, is it true?”
“Yep,” answered Brackenfur.
“Thank you, everyone, you’re all very good storytellers.”
“We better hurry, or we’ll be late for your apprentice ceremony.”
The four cats ran back to the camp, keeping close to the stream, until it split in two, ending at the gorse-tunnel.












Chapter 2
A Ceremony at Dusk



The leader was just calling the usual sum-mons for cats to assemble around the Highrock. Snowkit rushed in ahead of the other three.
“Snowkit, step up here please.” She did so. "Snowkit, do you promise to uphold the warrior code?”
“Yes Thornstar.”
“Then by the tongue of StarClan, I give you your apprentice name: Snowpaw! And your mentor shall be Brackenfur.”
With a look of surprise on his face, Brackenfur padded forward, and touched noses with his new apprentice, whilst the surrounding cats murmured “Snowpaw, Snowpaw.”
With the ceremony ending, cats began to walk off to their dens, or head out of the gorse-tunnel, either on the dusk patrol, or on hunting duty. Snowpaw nearly forgot that she now slept in the apprentices’ den, and had to veer left away from the nursery. However, the excitement had not worn off, and she felt restless, so it was just her good luck when Cloudfur poked his head into the den and asked her if she was up for her first patrol. She was ecstatic. Apprentices usu-ally only went on patrol after at least a moon of training, but she didn’t mention this to her father.
The dusk patrol was just out of sight, so the two had to run to catch them up. They met with them just as they had crossed the stream.
“Is it wise to bring Snowpaw out patrolling so early in her apprenticeship?” mewed Flatclaw, the party’s leader. There had always been a known rivalry between Cloudfur and Flatclaw, and this had increased ever since Snowpaw had scarred his right flank accidentally when playing with one of her den-mates.
“It is as the leader insists,” mewed Cloudfur back coolly.
“Very well.” The dark tabby padded off, a look of annoyance etched upon every line of his sour face.
The patrol headed clockwise around ThunderClan territory. Unlike the noon and dawn patrols, the dusk patrol divided into pairs, and explored the three boundaries. Cloudfur and Snowpaw where sent off to explore Snakerocks and the border with ShadowClan.
The two cats crept along, keeping low to the ground and the undergrowth. First, they made for Tallpines to the East near Twolegplace. Snowpaw had never been here before, and nearly jumped out of her pelt, when a kittypet from a twoleg garden began wailing as though she was being starved. Cloudfur, who had more sense, jumped onto the one of the fence posts for a better view.
“Try not to scare away every prey from here to Fourtrees!” But the kittypet obviously didn’t understand him, and ran indoors, in fear of forest cats attacking her if she remained outside.
It was then that something shiny reflected in the corner of his eye. He jumped down and went over to investigate. Though as he got closer he saw it was only water: four small puddles of water.
Four.
Then he realised: the footprints of a cat, many of them. This was not unusual, but coupled with the site, was the scent. No Clan cat carried that scent on them. This was the unmistakable scent of rogue cats, though there was something that was definitely different to a rogue’s scent. The last time rogues had been scented here was many-a-moon ago, and that time had nearly resulted in the fall of ThunderClan. But he shouldn’t go back to camp now. It would be safer just to go on, following the tracks.
He told Snowpaw to follow him, although he didn’t warn her of the possible danger, in case it alarmed her. They fol-lowed the trail into the very heart of the forest, until the trees thinned out, and they were standing at the edge of Snakerocks, the sky overhead completely dark now, and the trail impossible to follow.
It was then that an enormous wind bellowed up, almost ripping their pelts from their bodies.
“Take shelter!” cried Cloudfur, as the two ran about wildly, looking for a hollow tree or something that they could shelter in. Up ahead was an opening near the Thun-derpath. They both dived for the gap and tumbled inside. It looked as if they were in a rabbit burrow, but it was too wide for that. It looked more like a rabbit burrow that had been designed for cats to pass through, and indeed, they could see no end to the tunnel. As the two cats fumbled around in the narrow and dark space, the wind outside was accompanied by pouring rain. It wouldn’t be long before a storm would break.

[Ravenstarofcaveclan]

Chapter 3
The Blood on the Tree



Cloudfur felt the vibration of prey beneath his paws. He jumped awake. Snowpaw was nestled asleep beside him in the narrow tunnel that they had tumbled into the previous night when the storm had blown up. He looked around him; there was no sign to show what way by which they had come in. He nudged Snowpaw with one outstretched forepaw. She didn’t awake. He prodded her again, mewing softly as he did so, “Snowpaw.” She rolled over, and then jump-ed up as though she had just sat on a fire.
“Cloudfur, where are- oh, yes, I remember now: the storm.” She rolled over again.
“C’mon on, we’ve got to get out of here. I think it’s this way,” although this was just a guess.
They started off across the narrow tunnel, side by side, as it sloped upward. The sound of monsters was loud overhead.
Before long a narrow oval slit of light was visible ahead, but after Snowpaw had poked her head out and looked around she turned back to Cloudfur and said in an excited voice: “We got out on the wrong side of the tunnel.”
“Great,” meowed Cloudfur, “but at least we can follow the road down to Fourtrees and WindClan and then home.”
Snowpaw was all very excited at her first real adventure in the wild, away from the safety and warmth of the Clan.
“Stick close to me,” mewed Cloudfur warningly, “you don’t know what a Shadow-Clan patrol would say if they saw us put even a paw into their terri-” He had just received a face full of watery mud from the round black paws of a passing monster. “Yuck!” he spluttered.
They reached Fourtrees just before sunhigh, and walked around the twoleg path that encircled the hollow. They were just round a quarter of it when something flashed in the corner of Cloudfur’s eye. Snowpaw was behind him, and had obviously seen the animal, as she had jumped suddenly to the right into a thicket. A rabbit’s head popped out a second later and a chase broke out into WindClan territory. Cloudfur let her go: they were both hungry. But when she had been gone for a while he went off to look for her. She appeared in front of him, but the rabbit obviously had got away because it was not clamped in her jaws.
“Come on you,” he mewed. They turned to go, Snowpaw in the front this time, Cloudfur keeping a watchful eye out for any WindClan patrols. He stopped beside a sycamore to scratch his claws, only to find that he had dabbed them in some sticky substance. He gasped. It was dark red, the unmistakable colour of blood. It was then he noticed too, that there was no fresh sent of WindClan in the air. He called Snowpaw over to him.
“Snowpaw, we need to go back to camp now.”
“Why?”
“We need to deliver a message to Thornstar, quick!” Snowpaw didn’t ask any more questions, and the two of them hurried back to the Fourtrees hollow; sticking to paths they knew. (Or rather that Cloudfur did). They saw no cats from their Clan, but noticed a RiverClan patrol across the river.
Before long they were in familiar territory, and crossing the stream near Highhollow. Snowpaw ran in to the Clan ahead.
The camp was at its busiest, cats were moving back and forth through the gorse-tunnel, and to the edges, reparations were being made to fortify the perimeter. Cloud-fur caught up with his daughter, and they padded over to Flatclaw who was standing guard outside Thornstar’s den.
“Where on earth have you been?” he queried. “We’ve sent out dozens of patrols looking for you?”
“We took shelter from the storm. Where’s Thornstar?”
“He’s busy: tending to his kits.” The guard pointed over to the nursery where the leader was talking to Runningface, a nursery queen.
“We must speak with him. This is urgent!” He dropped his tone, “Snowpaw, tell your mother what has happened. I must speak with Thornstar.”



“So there was no sign of WindClan?” Thornstar was pacing his moss-lined den.
“No. And there was blood on one of the sycamores near the border, but no bodies, alive or dead.” Cloudfur finished.
“We will need to report this at the Gathering tonight. After all, this is the second time that WindClan have gone missing.”








Chapter 4
A Moonlit Gathering



Later that evening, Cloudfur and Thornstar assembled the cats that they were going to take to the Gathering. Frostpelt and Brackenfur were coming, but Snowpaw was not. The cats left the camp as the moon shone out from behind the cloud that had been covering it. They passed through the gorse-tunnel entrance in single file, and then the party widened out so that they could talk of the day’s news.
The cats followed the river to Four-trees, where ShadowClan were already wait-ing. It looked as though they had news too, as they seemed agitated and ran over to talk to the ThunderClan group. Cloudfur went off and found a quiet place beside one of the oaks, where his friend Barkpaw, an apprentice from ShadowClan, soon came to see him.
“Hello, Cloudfur.” The relationship between them was not known by any other cats, for Barkpaw’s father had forbidden his son to make friends with members of other Clans.
“So what have you been up to,” questioned Cloudfur in an elder-like fash-ion.
“I caught a rabbit!”
“I remember when I caught my first rabbit. I came back all muddy from the early winter stream, but I was rewarded for it, by getting to eat some of it! My favourite food, rabbit.”
By this time RiverClan had arrived, and the three leaders were assembled on the Greatrock. Thornstar stood forward.
“Now, I imagine you are wondering why WindClan are not with us tonight. Well I can tell you that ThunderClan didn’t really expect them to be. You see WindClan are missing from their territory, just like they were many moons ago. Our deputy, Cloudfur says that he saw blood on one of the WindClan trees near the border, and that there was no scent of WindClan in the air.”
Immediately, cries of anger and confusion broke out among the assembled cats. This was definitely news to RiverClan and ShadowClan, but Cloudfur remembered that only Thornstar, Frostpelt, Snowpaw and himself knew what had happened, so that ThunderClan voices could be heard too.
“After the gathering,” Thornstar continued, “we will send a patrol to investi-gate WindClan territory. Members of other Clans are welcome to join us.” He stepped down and Tawnystar, the leader of Sha-dowClan, stepped forward.
“We will not join you in searching for WindClan. We have better things to do with our time. In other news, Carrionplace has been eradicated, and trees have been planted in its place, this means more and healthier for prey for our Clan. We have two new kits, and two apprentices have become warriors.” He finished and Lakestar of Riv-erClan stepped forward.
“Prey has been stolen from our territory. We thought at first that it was another Clan, but we picked up the scent of rogue cats, and knew that we could not blame others.”
“We’ve lost prey too.” A cat from ShadowClan had just spoken.
“And smelled rogues,” another added.
Thornstar stood forward again.
“These rogue cats could have attacked WindClan. We know it wasn’t rogues last time,” and Cloudfur thought he saw his gaze twitch towards the ShadowClan leader, “but rogues would be more likely to attack.” He stepped down and so the Gathering ended. Thornstar and Cloudfur waited at the foot of the Greatrock for a group to go into WindClan territory. But no RiverClan or ShadowClan warriors joined them; so only a small group of ThunderClan cats came with them. They set off West into WindClan, Thornstar leading.
ThunderClan were not at home in the wild moors of this area, and before long, their forest-pelts were freezing with the night wind. They had to turn back after a while, realising hat they had gone past the camp, which was partly camouflaged in the heather. The leader and deputy entered the heather tunnel first. When they emerged they gasped at what they saw. The camp was a wreck, blood and mud was splashed across the edge of the clearing, bodies of WindClan cats were strewn across the soft floor.
“What has happened here?” Cloud-fur’s voice shook as he addressed his lead-er.
“They are all dead, even the kits.” He nodded toward the nursery, where tiny limp forms lay on the earth of the den. “They’ve been killed! I swear that ThunderClan will take vengeance on the fiends who did this. The Clans are not Four as they should be!” He slammed his paw into the ground in anger. But Frostpelt had shouted his name, and he stopped. She ran over to a den towards the left of the camp, and went in.
“Thornstar, come quick!” Frostpelt was standing over a body.
“It’s Greystar,” mewed both Thorn-star and Cloudfur.
“He’s still breathing.” The medicine-cat Spottedheart had joined them. “Grey-star, can you hear us?”
The wounded leader opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking. “They came to our camp from Twolegplace, we-” but he could not con-tinue, and fell silent and limp. Thornstar immediately started giving orders. Frostpelt, search the other dens. Spottedheart, you and Cloudfur carry back Greystar with us. Hurry, he may not have much life in him.
“Thornstar, I must give him some herbs from their medicine-cat’s den before we go, or he may never make it.”
“Very well. Darkstripe, stay behind to help us. The rest of you go back to the camp and tell the others what has hap-pened. We will meet you back there before sunrise.”
The three other cats, Woodpaw, Fernheart and Flatclaw ran off into the gathering darkness, back to ThunderClan camp.

[Ravenstarofcaveclan]

Chapter 5 Greystar’s Story



Frostpelt, Cloudfur, Darkstripe, Spotted-heart and Thornstar arrived back at the ThunderClan camp not long before sunrise. It had been a hard job carrying back Greystar.
It was the following morning. The WindClan leader was currently lying down in the medicine-cat’s den. Spottedheart had sent her assistant Pinepaw out to find some herbs to cure Greystar. The tom murmured thanks to Spottedheart, and rolled over onto his side.
Cloudfur padded over to the den with his daughter Snowpaw.
“How is he?” the deputy queried.
“Just tired I think. I’ve sent Pinepaw to go collect some herbs that might help him. He’ll probably be ready to talk to us by dusk.”
By the time Pinepaw returned to the camp, everyone was up, and Thornstar had assembled the Dawn patrol. The Clan’s food stocks were looking pretty low, so Brackenfur and Cloudfur went out to hunt. Snowpaw was annoyed that they had not taken her, but Brackenfur had said that he would begin her apprentice training at sunhigh after they returned from hunting.
The two cats headed out of the gorse-tunnel entrance and out into the dazzling sunlight.
“So, where should we hunt?” mewed Cloudfur.
“How about Highhollow. Fernheart and Wingpaw are there.”
“Okay then.” The two set off at a fast run towards the hollow. Wingpaw had just successfully executed an attack on her mentor when they arrived.
“Hello Fernheart, Wingpaw,” meowed Cloudfur.
“I was just teaching Wingpaw the best way to attack, and she seems to have understood clear enough.” She pointed one paw towards her earth-covered pelt. “Where are you going then?”
“To hunt around here and the stream. You can join us if you like.”
“Alright. Wingpaw hasn’t been hunt-ing a lot, so that would be a good idea.”
The four stood perfectly still, waiting for any vibration of prey beneath their paws. Wingpaw’s eyes had noticed something, as she began softly moving toward the stream. Pounce! The apprentice had jumped at a spot a yard or so to the right of the stream, but had obviously missed, as she began chasing after something that the others couldn’t see. But then Brackenfur saw it and joined the chase. Soon afterwards, they returned to Highhollow with a water vole.
“We can dig a hole here to store the food we catch,” mewed Fernheart as they arrived.
Before long they had caught two water voles, a mouse, and shrew. Cloudfur had just added a sparrow to the pile, when he noticed again four footprints coupled with the smell of unknown cats. He started. This was terribly close to the camp. He sniffed again. He smelt not the usual smell of rogues, but of a different animal entirely. Now he realised it wasn’t a cat smell, but something else that lingered in the air. The footprints too, were much larger and there were bigger gaps between them. What if cats hadn’t been stealing RiverClan prey? What if it had been dogs perhaps? He knew there were dogs near RiverClan and WindClan territory, and that there had been wild dog attacks before, but that had been hundreds of moons ago.
“Fernheart, come and look at this.” She came over and he pointed to the paw-prints on the ground. “You see, they’re larger than cat’s tracks, and if you smell carefully, you can tell that’s no cat scent.”
“You’re right. These are dangerous if they’re so close. We should tell Thornstar.”
“We should tell Brackenfur first. Where’s he gone?”
“Where’s Wingpaw too. Wingpaw!” There was no answer. “Let’s go and look for them, they can’t be far.”
“You go, I’ve got to tell Snowpaw we might be a while. Brackenfur promised to take her out for apprentice training at sunhigh, and there’s the noon patrol now. I’ll see you back at the camp.” He ran off down past the stream and into the gorse-tunnel, just out of Fernheart’s sight.
After being pricked by a bramble from the gorse-tunnel, Cloudfur emerged into his camp at its busiest, and headed for the apprentices’ den. He nosed his way through the untidy vines that hung over the entrance, and saw Snowpaw talking with Nightpaw, a tom apprentice.
“Snowpaw, Brackenfur isn’t back yet, but he will be soon.”
“He promised,” she hissed reproach-fully.
“Fernheart’s looking for him,” he answered.
“What do you mean looking for him? Is he lost?”
“No. We just couldn’t find him when we were hunting. He’ll be fine.”
“I hope so. We need more warriors to get prey.” She pointed out at the still pitiful pile of fresh-kill outside the elders’ den.
“That-,” he broke off, remembering the prey he had left back at Highhollow. “Snowpaw I’ve got to go collect some prey, you’ve just reminded me.” He set off at a run across the camp, and out through the gorse-tunnel. The noon patrol was assem-bled around Highhollow.
“We must report this immediately,” Spottedheart was mewing.
“What’s happened?” Cloudfur joined the gathered cats. Fernheart stepped for-ward. “Cloudfur, I can’t find Brackenfur or Wingpaw anywhere.”
“Right,” began Cloudfur. “Spotted-heart, assemble two small search parties when you get back to camp. Frostpelt, I need to show you something. Once we’ve done that, we’ll join one of patrols. If you haven’t found them by dusk then return to the camp.” They immediately began follow-ing his orders. He tapped Spottedheart on the back. “Make sure Greystar is alright. He can tell us what happened when we return from searching. Oh, and tell Thornstar what has happened.”
He then tapped Flatclaw on the back, and nodded to where the prey was. “Bring that back to camp sometime today.”
“I’m not your slave!” he spat, and turned to follow the others.
“Frostpelt, I want you to see some-thing.” He pointed across the sandy ground to the four footprints. “You see? Larger than cat prints, and smell they air.” She sniffed it.
“That is no cat-scent,” she meowed. “It smells to me like dog… or, or fox per-haps.”
“I was just wondering, you don’t think this has anything to do with Brackenfur and Wingpaw’s disappearance, do you?”
“I don’t know. It’s…” she dropped her tone, “it’s a bit strange. How else could they have become lost? Unless they’re not lost but-” she broke off as Cloudfur slammed a paw angrily into the ground.
“I’ve been mouse-brained. I saw that paw print, but there are obviously going to be more, aren’t there. Fox dung!” he swore.
“Not necessarily, because the patrols are bound to have seen them aren’t they.”
“Not if they didn’t go far. Follow me.”
The tracks continued for a while, until they stopped at the foot of an oak. Without needing to say anything, Cloudfur pointed down at a large opening in the bottom of the tree. Frostpelt walked towards it, but Cloudfur threw out an arm.
“If the pawprints only go that far,” he whispered, “then the animal must still be in there.”
“This is scary,” she meowed. “There could be a dog in there, along with two ThunderClan cats! We’ll need more than two cats to go in there. Come on, there’s one of the patrols.”
“Frostpelt, I think we should keep this information private, and only share it with Thornstar. In fact, I think we should go and tell him right now, and leave search parties to it.”
The two cats began running back towards the camp. “I wish they’d make this tunnel a bit wider,” mewed Cloudfur as an angry bramble pricked him.
Flatclaw was standing guard over the leader’s den.
“I might want to tell you that the leader is busy talking to our guest,” he hissed.
“And I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me joining him then.”
“You may go because you are the deputy, but Frostpelt has no authority to enter.”
“She has my authority,” answered Cloudfur. Flatclaw looked away as though he had half expected Cloudfur to say that.
Frostpelt and Cloudfur entered the den to find Greystar just settling down on some moss to the left of Thornstar.
“Cloudfur, Frostpelt. Sit, please. Greystar says he is ready to tell us what has happened. Ready when you are Greystar.”
“We had just sent out a patrol to watch the border because we had picked up signs and scents of foxes. The patrol had four war-riors in it; we only had four more to guard the camp.” Cloudfur noticed how he was talking, as though there was some injury to his throat. “So we were just repairing the camp from a small storm, you remember, a few nights ago. And then our medicine-cat, Moontail said he– said he saw something coming from Fourtrees, and it was bigger than a cat, and red. I told every one to organise themselves in case we were at-tacked, and I sent an apprentice Lakepaw out to look. This was a foolish decision I now realise. For after a few seconds there was a yowl and a battle cry, and then a huge fox jumped into the clearing with two fol-lowing close behind. Once everyone had begun to fight, the foxes targeted the weak. They killed our three elders, and two of our warriors, and carried away our kits and apprentices. I was wounded and couldn’t move, I remember more foxes coming into the camp, and carrying away our medicine-cats. When I awoke the next morning I found five of our Clan dead, (the three elders, and the two warriors) but I didn’t know what had happened to Lakepaw, and why the other cats had been captured instead of killed.” He fell silent and looked down at the floor of the floor of the cave.
“Thank you Greystar. We have lost two Clan members today, and that would explain it. We will find these foxes, and rescue our friends. I have decided, and no-thing will sway me.” The leader finished and Cloudfur spoke,
“Thornstar, Frostpelt and I have found a hollow tree were we think a fox is dwelling. We could ambush him and question him as to his group’s whereabouts.”
“Excellent idea. Flatclaw, what is it?” The brown tom had just entered the den.
“Thornstar, RiverClan’s messenger is here to see you.”
“Send them in then,” replied the lead-er.
The RiverClan warrior Evenheart entered the den.
“Thornstar, this couldn’t wait until the next Gathering. We’ve lost three Clan mem-bers to foxes!”
“We’ve lost two, and nearly all of Greystar’s Clan has been captured.”
“Greystar?” Evenheart meowed, “what is he doing here?”
“When we went to investigate Wind-Clan territory, we found him almost dead. Evenheart, I want you to go back to Lake-star and tell her that we will gather at Fourtrees tonight, to discuss these matters.”
“Thank you Thornstar.” Evenheart bowed and left the den.
“I am going to tell the Clan what has happened.” He stood up, stretched, and led the way out of his den with the other three behind him.

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Chapter Six
ShadowClan’s
Rage



With a great bound, Thornstar landed on the Highrock and walked to the edge.
“All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here for a Clan meeting!”
Slowly, all the dens emptied, and the Clan and Greystar were assembled.
“Cats of ThunderClan. We’ve had troubles in the past, many of them: twolegs, Tigerclaw, prophecies, and so on. But never has our Clan been threatened by a group of foxes. As some of you will know, Brackenfur and Wingpaw are missing. Our search par-ties have been unsuccessful. RiverClan have just informed us that they too are missing warriors. And as we know, the WindClan cats are either dead or captured. Only Greystar remained to tell us what hap-pened.” He pointed down at the grey tom at the side of the rock. The Clan, just noticing him began to shout in anger, and someone yelled ‘Traitor!’
“Silence!” Thornstar shouted, and silence there was.
“I am no enemy to you. We are not united, but we must do so if we are to defeat these foxes,” the WindClan leader mewed.
The crowd began muttering under its breath. Then Darkstripe, a dark brown tom stepped forward.
“You’re suggesting then, Thornstar, that we fight these foxes, despite them being much bigger and stronger than us?”
“They may be stronger, but we cats have fought many battles and know how to do so well. Also, we can organise an ambush and trap them one by one. But we will not be the only ones resisting. RiverClan should be meeting us tonight at Fourtrees to discuss rescue plans, and we will be calling on the aid of ShadowClan too.”
“Like ShadowClan will help,” replied Darkstripe sarcastically.
“You forget, Darkstripe, that Sha-dowClan, RiverClan, WindClan and Thun-derClan all fought together against Blood-Clan in The Old Days.”
“But they were with BloodClan before the battle.”
“Exactly. Despite being united with BloodClan, they turned against them. That just shows what ShadowClan can do.”
Darkstripe stepped back, looking defeated.
“Right, onto business. Cloudfur, help me assemble teams.”
“Right,” Cloudfur began. “Spotted-heart, assemble your medicines. Darkstripe, Frostpelt, Fernheart, you are going to the Gathering with Thornstar and me. Nightpaw, Snowpaw, go hunting until it’s too dark, then return to the camp and help repair any holes in the camp edges. Pinepaw, gather any medicines Spottedheart might need for a battle. Longear, Streampelt, you’re in charge until we get back.”
Darkstripe, Frostpelt, Fernheart, Cloudfur and Thornstar exited the camp and set off at a run toward ShadowClan territory.
“I thought we were going to meet RiverClan,” Fernheart meowed confusedly.
“We are, but we’re seeing whether or not ShadowClan want to join us.”
Unfortunately, the cats arrived at the ShadowClan border when a patrol of three ShadowClan warriors appeared.
“Thornstar, what is this?” spat the ShadowClan deputy, Reedfur. “What in the name of StarClan are you doing on our territory with five warriors?”
“We have come to speak with Tawny-star.”
“Very well.”
Cloudfur knew she wouldn’t have said that if it had just been Thornstar there. But what with four strong warriors and a leader with nine-lives, he would have to let them into her camp
“Follow me, and don’t steal any prey or you’ll have the whole of ShadowClan onto you.”
They followed Reedfur through the marshy ShadowClan territory, glancing at the new trees planted instead of Carrion-place. If they had been expecting a warm welcome, then they were completely wrong. Tawnystar was standing in the middle of a long line of warriors, all snarling and baring their teeth.
“Does the great leader Thornstar think himself to be above such lesser cats, and allowed to walk freely into Shadow-Clan’s territory with a four of his warriors?”
“Tawnystar, these warriors are here only because they will be going to Fourtrees shortly.”
“And why going to Fourtrees so early this moon?”
“That is why have come to speak with you. Three RiverClan warriors have gone missing, and two of ours also, Brackenfur and Wingpaw.”
“I must say, we’ve lost prey from our territory, but no cats are missing exactly.”
“What do you mean not missing exactly?”
“White-ear has been gone for a while without returning to camp, that’s why that patrol was out, looking for her you see?”
“We think foxes have captured them.”
“Foxes. In the name of StarClan, we haven’t seen foxes here for… for- ever! And why would they capture instead of kill?”
“Greystar told us what happened.”
“Greystar! You’ve been communi-cating with WindClan in secret, haven’t you? Warriors, attack!”
The long line of ShadowClan warriors charged at the five ThunderClan cats.
“Run!” shouted Cloudfur.
The cats turned tail and fled, ShadowClan chasing behind them.
“Get off our territory, and never return!” Tawnystar yowled.
“We must go to Fourtrees now,” meowed Thornstar when they were safely back in their own territory
“Thornstar, do you think we will be able to take on these foxes without Shadow-Clan?”
“What would you do, Cloudfur?”
He paused for a moment, and then spoke.
“I would fight. I would fight for Thun-derClan, I would fight for StarClan.”
“Then in the name of StarClan let us fight.”


They arrived at Fourtrees when the moon was full in the sky. They were glad to find that RiverClan had decided to come, and it looked as though they had decided to bring half the Clan. Lakestar, five warriors and an elder were assembled there.
“Greetings Lakestar. I’m glad you could come.”
“What of ShadowClan Thornstar?”
“They chased us off their territory.”
“Did you explain to them?”
“Yes. It sounded as if they’d lost a warrior too, but you know them, too proud. Won’t admit weakness, you know.”
It was unusual for leaders to be this friendly when speaking with each other, but Thornstar had known Lakestar when the four Clans all used to live together at a temporary home in another forest, in which they had lived briefly to escape the twolegs cutting down trees and injuring cats. But for an unknown reason the twolegs stopped their destruction of the forest, and, in time, the trees grew back.
“We are ready to fight if you are, Thornstar.”
“If we are going to fight it should be in two night’s time, before more cats begin disappearing.”
“We don’t even know where these foxes are though. How will we know where to attack?”
“Tommorow ThunderClan will send out a party to search for their whereabouts. I was thinking we could then meet here again with our warriors at dusk before we go, and discuss how we’re going to rescue them.”
“You don’t suggest a full on attack?”
“We might not be strong enough. We should avoid fighting in an open battle, for they are too big and strong. And we don’t even know for sure that we will find where they are hiding.” He paused and turned to his assembled cats. “We must be going, Lakestar.”
“Farewell, Thornstar.”
“Farewell.”
Cloudfur turned to his leader.
“Thornstar, who will you be taking to search for these foxes? Frostpelt, Long-ear… let’s see- Flatclaw, and Streampelt.” He dropped his voice. “Cloudfur, I want you to accompany Pinepaw and Spottedheart up to the Moonstone. I want them to see what our fate might be. Spottedheart says she’s ready.”
The Moonstone was a huge diamond pillar that stood at the end of a cave called Mothermouth at Highstones near WindClan. When the moon shone on it through a gap in the cave roof, it lit up. A leader who is about to receive their nine-lives goes and sleeps in the Mothermouth, touching the Moonstone. When they wake, StarClan have gifted them their nine-lives in different forms: speed, leadership, agility, strength, healing powers, love and so on.
When medicine-cats visit the Moon-stone, it is StarClan’s way of delivering messages to the Clan. They often did this before battles or leaf-bare.
“I will do that Thornstar.”
“Right, back to camp for now. We should get some rest.”
The cats set off a run from Fourtrees, slowing down their pace, as they couldn’t see all too well.
Down past Highhollow, and through the gorse-tunnel led them into a sleeping camp.
“Goodnight Cloudfur.”
“Goodnight.”
Cloudfur flopped down in the Warriors’ den on his moss bed. He had never really considered Brackenfur’s disappearance. What if his friend were dead? He had known him all his life, even as a kit. They had been apprentices together, warriors together, and helped each other through many dangers. Brackenfur had once helped Cloudfur when a badger had threatened him, and Cloudfur had saved Brackenfur from drowning in the river. Life seemed so simple in those days, when he could hunt, talk and sleep without worrying about the Clan. But becoming deputy had taken all that away. He just hoped Snowpaw had the same happiness as himself.
“We will find you Brackenfur,” he muttered. “We will find you.”
He rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes.

Cloudfur was out hunting near the RiverClan border. A feint shape had been annoying him for a while. He couldn’t make out what it was. Then it darted in front of a tree, and he saw that it was Cloudtail the former ThunderClan warrior. The ghost of Cloudtail!
“Cloudtail?”
He did not answer, but beckoned Cloudfur to follow him. He reached the stepping-stones at the River and turned.
“Guard your friends well, Cloudfur.”
“Guard my friends well?”
“A Clan needs its healers.”
The image began to fade, and Cloudfur saw no more.

[Ravenstarofcaveclan]

Chapter Seven
A Herbal Hunt



Cloudfur was no longer out hunting in the forest, but lying down in his moss bed. He rolled over away from the bright sunlight, trying to remember the dream he had just had. Cloudtail, Firestar’s nephew and a warrior of ThunderClan, had been saying for him to guard his friends well. And then something about a healer…
Making up his mind, he got up, and walked over to the medicine-cat’s den, where Spottedheart was showing Pinepaw different herbs and medicines.
“So, Longear has a sore stomach, what should we give him?” questioned Spottedheart.
“Poppy seeds if he’s in pain, and juniper for his stomach.”
“But say we’re out of juniper, which…” she looked through her numerous herbs, “we seem to be!”
“Um… Is it comfrey roots?”
“You tell me.”
“Comfrey roots.”
“Yes, and what else can they be used for?”
“Coughs.”
“Well done.” She turned to see Cloudfur at the opening to her den.
“Hello Spottedheart. I was wondering if you could- well.” He dropped his tone. “I was wondering if you could interpret a dream I had.”
“Was it a message?”
“Yes. It was a message from Star-Clan. They sent Cloudtail to give me a message. But I didn’t understand. He said that I had to guard my friends carefully, or something. And then something about the Clan needing healers.” He broke off, know-ing how strange this must all be sounding.
“Well we’re the healers, Pinepaw and I. And you’re taking us to the Moonstone, so maybe it meant you had to guard us well.
“Why didn’t I think of that myself?”
“I don’t know if it’s right, but it makes sense.”
“I think it is right. So how’s your app-rentice doing?”
“Oh, she’s fine. We need to get some comfrey for Longear, because juniper’s not as good. Do you want to come?”
“Sure, but I’ve got to organise the Dawn patrol first.”
He padded back to the warriors’ den, where have of them were still asleep.
“Come. Everybody up!”
“I was enjoying a nice dream about a vole and a rabbit when you woke me up,” mewed Streampelt sleepily. She got up and stretched. “Beautiful day.”
“Since you’re up, you can go on the dawn patrol. Let’s see. Wake Fernheart up, and I’ll go get Nightpaw and Woodpaw from the apprentices’ den.”
Unlike the warriors, the apprentices were up and ready to go. Since Bracken-fur’s disappearance, Longear had become Snowpaw’s mentor. He only hoped it would-n’t stay like that. Not that Long-ear was bad, but that they might not be able to rescue Brackenfur.
“Nightpaw, Woodpaw, you’re up for the dawn patrol. You’ll be trying to find out where these foxes are. Remember, if you see a fox and it’s close to you, run! Snowpaw, Longear says he’ll take you out to Highhollow at sunhigh if his stomach’s feeling better.”
“I hope it is! I’ve been promised two sessions, and so far one of them one has been cancelled.”
“Well, I better be off.”
He pushed his way through the ivy draped in front of the den-mouth, and went back over to the large split rock where Spottedheart had her den.
“Ready?”
“Yep”
“Let’s go then, coming Pinepaw?”
The three of them headed out of the camp behind the dawn patrol.
“Where are we getting the herbs?”
“Down at the Owl Tree and around there. We should get some comfrey roots, cobwebs and Marigold leaves down there. I don’t think we need anything else.”
Pinepaw led the group down through the trees, the sun’s rays just touching her light-brown pelt.
“Look, there are some cobwebs, look,” she mewed.
“We’ll find better ones down at Owl Tree.”
So pressing onwards they soon reached the great oak in which an owl was said to live.
“How do we dig up the comfrey,” asked Cloudfur.
“Like this.” Spottedheart grasped the plant by the base of its stem and pulled. The root slid easily from the ground.
“You make it look easy,” meowed Cloudfur through a mouthful of leaves as he ripped the plant in two. “Yuck, this is disgusting!”

Just before sunhigh, they had all the medicines they needed, and they carried them back to the camp in two loads. The second time they returned, the dawn patrol followed them in. Fernheart, Streampelt and Woodpaw seemed to be supporting a twitching Nightpaw, who they carried off to the medicine-cat’s den.
“I’ve got to go see what’s wrong with Nightpaw,” Spottedheart mewed.
Cloudfur beckoned Streampelt over to him.
“The foxes?” was all he had to say.
“We found them,” she replied. “Near Twolegplace on the ThunderClan side of the Thunderpath. Ages away. Out of our territory.”
“Excellent. How many?”
“Five or six, and some younger.” “What happened to Nightpaw, were you attacked?”
“No, he dislocated his shoulder when he fell into a twoleg thing, you know with lots of twolegs and the monsters with big black paws and long yellow things that pick up stuff.”
“Will he be okay?”
“Let’s go and find out.”
They padded over to the medicine-cat’s den, where Nightpaw was lying twit-ching and groaning on the ground.
“Now look closely at what I do, Pine-paw. You haven’t seen this before.”
She grasped Nightpaw’s arm with her teeth, and placed a paw on his shoulder.
“Ready with the poppy seeds?” she murmured, her voice muffled by the cat’s thick fur. “This is going to hurt.”
She pushed the shoulder back in with a definite ‘click’.
“Ow!”
“Excellent! It’s worked. Can you put your weight on it?”
Nightpaw stood, and then fell to the ground again, but his shoulder could move freely.
“Eat these,” mewed Pinepaw with a mrrow of laughter.
“It’s not funny!” he retorted. “It’s sore!”
“Are you okay, Nightpaw?” Flatclaw had just come over.
“Yes, I think.”
“You better be. I’ve put a lot of hard work into you, it would be a pity to throw it away at your first injury!”
Everybody laughed at this, and Cloudfur returned to his den after organising the noon patrol. He soon had to get up however, remembering that Thornstar still didn’t know the foxes’ position.
“Streampelt, do you mind telling Thornstar what you saw? You know it better than I.”
“No problem.”
Cloudfur stretched. It had been a long few days, but the worst was yet to come. RiverClan and ThunderClan were fighting foxes, and something told him that there would be more than one casualty from their side. He then remembered his job that night, of taking the medicine-cats to High-stones, and thought of asking Spottedheart for some travelling herbs. He stretched out and fell asleep quickly, as he was tired.
Around mid-afternoon, Frostpelt prodded him awake.
“Cloudfur, come and see Duskpelt’s new kits!”
“Duskpelt?” he mewed sleepily. “Oh yes.”
Duskpelt had been expecting the kits since dawn.
“She says only two visitors at time. She’s very tired you see, and isn’t in the mood for talking.”
Cloudfur followed Frostpelt to the nursery, where two tiny figures were sleeping in a soft moss bed beside their mother.
“Hello Cloudfur,” she mewed.
“Have you decided what you’re going to name them?”
“I think I’ll leave that up to Thornstar. Here he comes now.”
The Clan leader entered the den.
“Are you okay, Duskpelt?”
“I’m fine. Spottedheart says I’ll be able to resume my warrior duties by the next gathering.
Thornstar, I want you to name my kits. I tried a few names but they didn’t work.”
Thornstar looked down first at the brown kit, which was very like its mother.
“Mousekit,” he mewed.
He turned to the other, which was grey, like its father, Longear.
“Whiskerkit.”
Whiskerkit and Mousekit rolled over in their sleep, unaware that they had just received names that would follow through with them until they died.
Thornstar turned to Cloudfur.
“Streampelt told me what she saw. It is now more important than ever that Pine-paw and Spottedheart read a sign from StarClan.”
Forgetting to mention his dream to the leader, Cloudfur told him that he would take good care of the medicine-cats, from whatever dangers might threaten them.

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Chapter 8
Highstones
Dusk arrived in the forest signalling the departure of Cloudfur, Spottedheart and Pinepaw from the ThunderClan camp.
“Stick close to me,” he murmured.
The three cats set off at a run, a little slower for Spottedheart and Cloudfur, as they had to go at Pinepaw’s pace. Cloudfur’s supple limbs bounded from tree-trunk to ground, sometimes jumping rocks or the stream or prickly brambles.
“At least we won't have any trouble from WindClan when we’re crossing to get to Highstones,” mewed Pinepaw.
“You’re right, we won't.”
They were just about cross into WindClan territory, when a huge black figure hurtled out of nowhere, straight into Spot-tedheart. Cloudfur leaped to attack, snar-ling, recognising the rogue Scarface, a previous ShadowClan warrior, who had been exiled by Tawnystar after murdering a kit who annoyed him.
He proppeled himself forward, scraping the rogue’s flank as he did so, Spottedheart was strugling to get free from Scarface’s grip. Pinepaw came around to his right and attacked his exposed belly, but she was kicked aside as Cloudfur turned around for another attack. Spottedheart managed to escape from Scarface’s hold and the two toms began fighting each other, finally rolling into a large sycamore.
Cloudfur let out a yowl of anger, and ripped at the rogue’s flank and bit his tail, recieving a bite to the shoulder himself. With some help from the medicine-cats, Cloudfur wrestled Scarface to the ground and bit him hard in the shoulder as a warning. He yelped and fled into the dark trees around them.
“Is everybody... Okay?” Cloudfur panted.
“I’m fine,” mewed Pinepaw. “I don’t know about Spottedheart though.”
“I’ll live,” she groaned. “What was that anyway?”
“I believe that was Scarface.”
“Of course... He was exiled from ShadowClan a while back, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, but I haven’t seen him since then. I wonder what he was doing on our territory though. I’d have thought he’d be dead by now, or else joined the city cats or some other rogue oraganisation- hang on a minute... that message from StarClan, I know what it means now. Guard your friends carefully – that would be you, and ”the Clan needs its healers” would be you also. I had to protect you from rogues!”
"StarClan have sent many messages like this in the past," mewed Spottedheart, "and they've not just been to medicine-cats as you can see."
“We better hurry on, it's getting late,” Pinepaw interrupted.
“You're right, Pinepaw, let's go,”
They took off at a run again, bounding from one lump of heather to another in the WindClan moors.
“It's freezing up here,” Spottedheart muttered, who had a much thinner coat than Cloudfur.
“The Moonstone should be warm though.”

“Careful,” warned Cloudfur, as Pine-paw sprang up to the Thunderpath. The sound of an approaching monster could now be heard. “They’re terrible machines those. Crush a cat to death if you ever got if you get near one.”
“I’m sorry Cloudfur, but it seemed safe to cross.”
“But you should always wait for your Clanmates.”
“We can go after this one,” meowed Spottedheart to her apprentice, pointing down the Thunderpath to where a silver monster was approaching. “Ready… Now!”
The three cats bounded onto the Thunderpath, for a second they were exposed to the monsters, but they all made it safely across, just before another mon-ster.
“Phew, that was close!” panted Cloudfur.
“Lucky there’s no more to cross,” gasped Spottedheart.
“That’s until we come back,” he replied.
The three of them looked up to the mountains ahead. Just before them lay Highstones, a group of rocks and boulders that were situated at the foot of a mountain. Behind them was the Mothermouth, the entrance to the tunnel to the Moonstone.
“Nearly there,” mewed Pinepaw.
“Do you mind if I come into the tunnel with you? It’s freezing!”
“As long as you’re not touching the Moonstone, that’s fine.”
“Oh good.”
“Look!” shouted Pinepaw. “All the rabbits! They’re so many of them now, since WindClan have gone.”
“You’re right,” meowed Cloudfur. “If we rescue WindClan then they’ll have more than enough food.”
“Here we are,” murmured Spotted-heart as she bounded onto a rock and off again.
“So, how long are you going to be in there for?”
“We should be back to camp by dawn,” she replied.
Cloudfur followed the two medicine-cats into Mothermouth. “It seems very claustrophobic in here. I can hardly see anything.”
“You get used to it after a while,” answered Spottedheart from somewhere in front of him. He could just make out her tortoiseshell coat in the darkness.

“Are we anywhere near it yet?” he asked after a while.
“I can see a feint glow. It won’t be long.”
Soon Cloudfur too, could see a feint glow: whitish with a tinge of lilac.
“That’s it,” he mewed.
All apprentices had to travel to the Moonstone before becoming warriors, so it was only the second time Cloudfur had seen the stone. It was the Clan’s only way of communicating with their ancestors, unless you counted dreams and thoughts.
“So you must just sleep here, Spotted-heart?”
“Sleep whilst touching the stone, yes. We have dreams that StarClan send us, but we may need to interpret them.”
“Okay, I’ll wait here. Sleep here actually. Will you be awake when the dream ends, or do I have to wake you?”
“No, we should be fine. You should get some rest.”
“It’s the best feeling in the world when your medicine-cat tells you you need to sleep!”
Cloudfur lay down on the softest piece of ground he could find: a mossy patch in the corner of the room, and tucked his paws under him. Finally, he closed his eyes, and was soon fast asleep.
Spottedheart walked over to the Moonstone and flopped down beside it, next to her apprentice, her pelt just touching the smooth surface. Before long, she had dozed off, as she was tired from the traveling.
She soon felt fully awake however. She was looking at a part of the forest she had never seen before, at the edge of Twolegplace. Her vision was slightly ob-scured by the brambles in front of her. Pinepaw was crouching to her left, beside a large bunch of cobwebs and herbs. To her right were the RiverClan medicine-cats. She poked her head round the bush, and saw in front of her two long lines of RiverClan and ThunderClan warriors. “This must be the battle,” she thought. Without warning, the cats leapt forward at an invisible enemy. Soon foxes and cats were fighting all around her, but there was no sound; no sounds of fighting, screeching or claws ripping fur, just the pounding of her own heart. Joining that sound was a soft voice. It grew lighter and the battlefield grew dimmer. Sitting in front of her now, was a previous ThunderClan medicine-cat, Leaf-pool, although Spotted-heart did not know this.
“Hello?” she mewed at the cat in front of her, whose eyes were unfocused, and it did not seem as though she had seen her.
Suddenly, however, she began to speak into the darkness around them:

“Those cats who are not of a Clan,
Must be silenced, whilst they can.
Otherwise, you will soon know,
Why I warned you,
Why I did so.”

The sound faded, and so did the image. Spottedheart was left standing bewildered, alone in that dark place. Then the scene of the battle grew clearer again, and Spottedheart now heard the sound this time, as though before her ears had been blocked. Shrieks and cries of pain and the sounds of dying animals surrounded her, until she couldn’t take it anymore, and the vision faded.
Spottedheart jerked awake. She was lying face down on a cool, hard surface. She looked up. Cloudfur was bending over her anxiously, whilst Pinepaw was crouched over a piece of prey.
“Are you okay,” she mewed once she noticed Spottedheart was awake.
“I’m fine. What did you see in your dream, Pinepaw?”
“I didn’t see anything, I just slept. But how about you?”
“It will take a long time to explain, I think we should get back to camp now.”

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