Chapter 17 - Some Confessions Are Better Left Unsaid

Allegiances






ThunderClan:






Leader: Downystar: a handsome black-and-white tom






Deputy: Eagleheart: a ginger warrior with black paws, and a strong and sturdy young cat who lives up to his name






Crimsonpaw- Eagleheart's apprentice; a deep orange tom






Medicine Cat: Bladestorm- a young golden tom






Warriors:






Cattail- wise and young she-cat tortoiseshell with a dark brown colour on the end of her tail






Crowdance-a large, sleek, shiny black tom whose fur glows like a crow's






Gorsepelt- young black tom; sturdy and thickset






Tenorvoice- A large and sturdy white tom with equally white eyes.






Glasseyes-A small and adventurous she-cat; black and brown






Manglepelt-a gray and blue mottled furred she-cat; her body is permanently cracked to one side













Queens:






Gloryheart- A pretty roan she-cat, white paws.













Gloryhearts Kits: Dapplekit






Truekit






Seakit













Crippledjaw-a white, strained she-cat whose back has a cripple, only Crippledjaw also suffers from a permanently dislocated jaw.






Elders-






Embersnout-a once-handsome, old but experienced ginger tom






ShadowClan






Leader: Ragingstar-rusty coloured tom with a sixth claw on each paw






Deputy: Boldstripe- A she-cat on the edge of retirement to the Elders; completely black pelt with one white, splotchy stripe going down her back






Danglepaw-Boldstripe's apprentice; a large gray pelted tom






Medicine Cat: Taintedheart-a tortoiseshell she-cat with a large scar across her belly. Long scars go from her temple to shoulders






Warriors-






Soilear-a pale nutmeg coloured she-cat with twin tabby ears






Frisklegs- a black cat with white ears and white on the tail






Redpaw-Friskleg's apprentice; a small, bright roan tom with yellow paws






Smalleye- a ginger, tom with long dangerous claws. Enormous paws on sturdy legs. Tiny eyes, hence the name






Pouncepelt- a sleek, brown tom with large hind legs






Whitefoot- a black senior warrior tom with completely white paws






Scringeclaw-a large tom with gnarled claws and a twisted leg






Apprentices:






Redpaw-a small, bright roan tom with yellow paws






Danglepaw-a large gray pelted tom






Queens:






Daisypelt-a beautiful she-cat with strong and muscular paws, nursing three kits






Elders:






Drowzytail-a black tom with a tail that seems broken






Gracelegs-a ginger she-cat with long, elegant legs, white face






Frownface-a white she-cat with blue eyes, she is deaf






WindClan-






Leader: Azurestar- a shiny, blue-gray pelted tomcat, with black ears






Deputy: Tiptail- a gaunt, black tom with part of his tail missing






Claypaw-a sturdy black tom with one white paw






Medicine Cat: Fuzzpelt- a golden she-cat






Warriors:






Ripclaw- a large tortoiseshell tom






Blinkpaw-a shy and generous white she-cat with two black paws






Queens:






Elders:






Threelegs-a tortoiseshell she-cat with only three legs






RiverClan-






Leader: Wildstar- a white, wise and generous tomcat whose name is the opposite of his calmness






Deputy: Foresttail- a young orange tom






Medicine Cat: Rabbitleaf- a quick-witted, old golden furred cat, forest green eyes






Warriors:






Redspeck- a roan tom






Caimanclaw-a young but determined black warrior






Apprentice, Demonpaw-a gorgeous silver tom with darker speckles






Queens:






Elders:






Loners/kittypets:






Bloodclaw-a traitorous roan tom; formerly of ThunderClan






Madclaw: an insane black lone cat






Scruffy- a young black and white kittypet






Rogues- a large band of rogue cats





















































Chapter 17: Some Confessions Are Better Left Unsaid













A ginger pelt was weaving through Tallpines, the rest of his hunting patrol behind him. Manglepelt, have you seen any fresh-kill about yet? the deputy meowed to the crippled but able she-cat, who replied, Not so much as a mouse, Eagleheart. Sighing as the first flakes of cold, white snow fell into the air, the three cats watched as the first signs of leaf-bare occurred before their very eyes. Halting his black paws in front of the large hollow at Fourtrees, he meowed, Lets head back to camp. Well send back a couple of cats to patrol the borders of ShadowClan. We can never be too sure that they wont launch an unexpected attack. Eagleheart suggested, and his apprentice, Crimsonpaw, meowed, But didnt Ragingstar swear by StarClan that he would be friendly towards ThunderClan?





Yes, Crimsonpaw, but I wouldnt put it past Ragingstar to attack when any clan least expects him. The deputy responded, a touch of foreboding darkening his bright features.





His apprentice nodded, and as they began to walk down the slopes of the small ravine they scented a fresh RiverClan stench. RiverClan! the deputy took no time to rush down the rest of the small rise and through the gorse tunnel, Manglepelt and Crimsonpaw hard on his heels, claws unsheathed.





When the three patrol cats emerged into the clearing, RiverClan cats had swelled into the camp, yowls of contempt being thrown back and forth between the two clans, keeping cats hostile towards one another.





On top of the Highrock, stood Downystar, his black and white pelt glowing in the sunshine. His blue eyes glinted with suspicion as he looked on at the RiverClan cats assembled.





Before him was the new leader of RiverClan: Wildstar.





Downystar! he cried, You must help us!





The tortoiseshell leader swept his blue gaze around the clearing, daring anyone else to speak, than spat, Why?





Staring around wildly, the white tom yowled a reply, WindClan have taken our camp!





Yowls of protest and disbelief sounded throughout the assembled cats, some standing up to see the other clans shaggy, torn pelts for the first time. Suddenly, as if on que, many cats let out fear-scent as they remembered the fierce battle, blood-scent filling ThunderClans camp.





Downystars hard gaze softened, and he meowed loudly, If anything has to do with WindClan, we will fight!





Meows and hisses of agreement echoed in the camp, and he raised his head proudly, Eagleheart, I want you to select a battle party to bring to the fight. I will choose who shall stay.





He slid down Highrock, looking around gladly, at the RiverClan cats and began to reassure them as well as asking if they wished to return to the battle.





No.





Too injured.





My kit! Save my kit!





It was hard for Downystar to comprehend, and eventually, out of the small amount of RiverClan cats, he had five cats willing to return:





Foresttail, an orange tom, Wildstar, still sturdy and fit, Caimanclaw, a wise black warrior, Redspeck, a roan tom, and Demonpaw, the only apprentice.





Taking a look about he clearing, he saw that Eagleheart had gathered the battle party already and was stalking towards him.





I have made the party, he began, looking at the RiverClan cats with pity. We are fit to go.





Black and white fur strode over to the cats chosen:





Crimsonpaw, Crowdance, Gorsepelt, Tenorvoice, Glasseyes and Manglepelt.





A good choice, Eagleheart. He mewed approvingly, before yowling out, All cats chosen, follow me!





He led the way out of the camp, regarding the fact that they would have to go past Sunningrocks to do so. He safely made it past the adder-infested coop, his warriors in suit.





Wildstar, who was in perfect step to the ThunderClan leader, smiled gladly, and narrowed his eyes with the fury of the oncoming battle in his mind.





Charging past the territory of ThunderClan, Downystar led the way to the stepping-stones, where he leapt skillfully from one to the other without hesitation.





You know how to do this pretty well. The gruff voice of Caimanclaw, a black warrior from RiverClan, meowed. Raising his head while on the last stone, he replied coolly, I must admit I had gotten up to mischief when I was young.





That was the only hint he gave before taking off to the island where the RiverClan camp was located.





He yowled, running like the wind, into the camp, where WindCLan shared tongues triumphantly and ate fresh-kill that belonged to RiverClan.





As soon as they entered an alarmed meow echoed throughout he reeds and tails fluffed up in surprise. The first cat that attacked was Azurestar, heading for Wildstar. Chaos churned as a sudden wave of cuts tackled each other.





Before the blue and gray leader could lay a claw on the white tom, Downystar had flung himself imbetween the two, bowling the equally powerful cat over. He hissed resentfully and spat out a clump of the WindClan leaders fur, before raising his unsheathed claws to strike down on the back of Azurestar. The other cat yowled out in pain and spun around, slicing Downystar in the shoulder, where blood welled out freely.





A ginger pelt flashed past him, and the black paws on that same ginger tom told him exactly who the cat was before he scented him: Eagleheart.





The much larger, sturdier tom knocked Azurestar down and own again as he fought for breath, screeching in pain as the pain was inflicted.





He spat at the blue and gray leader, who shrunk under the more powerful toms gaze, A leader never kills a leader! But a deputy can!





He sunk his teeth into Azurestars throat, tearing it as much as he could. He knew Azurestar possibly had nine lives to spare, but he could have lost many before.





As the light flickered in the leaders eyes, he gurgled, Fool&I have five more lives to die! the terrible convulsions stopped, and every cat stopped as they noticed their leaders dead body.





Azurestar! a voice cried, and every cat turned to look at a very young cat, Blinkpaw.





She shrunk at everyones cold, dangerous stare. Ripclaw, her mentor, and very, very close friend, stood in front of her, growling, his fur bristling with challenge.





Downystar stepped up, and snarled viciously, Go, now, your leader shall not come back till moonhigh. I know this; it takes time to recover. As the spitting WindClan cats walked away, tails high in indignation, he hissed at Tiptail, Youd best learn from your mistakes, Tiptail. You violated the warrior code by taking another Clans camp.





The black tom only dipped his head in respect and acknowledgement as he dragged his leader out of the camp and away to follow the rest of his defeated clan.





When the patrols sent out confirmed that the scent was growing faint, Wildstar turned towards Downystar, and dipped his head in greatest thanks.





Downystar, you saved our clan from destruction. For that, I thank you by StarClan. And, by StarClan I swear that if you ever need help, RiverClan will come.





Downystar took the oath and replied, I shall always thank you for that, friend.





As the ThunderClan cats climbed their way down the ravine, Downystar remembered seeing Crimsonpaw fighting like never before.





Time for another warrior ceremonie.

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