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Book 1: 30 Chapter Thirty
Rainfur quickly assigned cats to patrols as he waited anxiously for Stormpaw to awake. With the new-found power, Stormpaw would either be scared to death or very confused, both of which required Rainfur to be there for him. He was Stormpaw’s mentor after all.
There was something else on Rainfur’s mind. It was something that continued to be pointed out to him, and though he would love to say it’s true, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Rainfur knew that if he told himself that he knew who Stormpaw was, a false hope would build that would break once again, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Rainfur sighed as he realised how true it was though. He and Stormpaw were similar, if not totally alike. The apprentice was different in personality and looks, maybe, but other than that, they were the same. They both had a shadowy past, and they both were whispered about. They were both loners
Book 1: 29 Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Good job, Owlpaw,” said Treeleg, smiling slightly. “Your strength is going to get you far. Just remember that you must use your speed. When going against a strong cat, you’ll need strength to get ahead of him.” Owlpaw nodded, smiling widely.
“Okay, Stormpaw, it’s your turn now,” said Rainfur, standing up a bit proud. Stormpaw sighed a bit before standing up and walking into the clearing. With a small look of disappointment, Rainfur stood up and made his way to Stormpaw, who he’d be battling. For training, of course.
Stormpaw looked bored, which was an expression the annoying tom had on his face a lot. Rainfur narrowed his eyes a bit before crouching into a fighting position, ready to ‘attack’. Stormpaw mimicked this, leaving Rainfur to growl lowly with warning. His apprentice did this on purpose, and he knew it.
Rainfur lunged, keeping his claws
Book 1: 28 Chapter Twenty-Eight
In the days that followed the Gathering, Rainfur went on like normal. He’d take Stormpaw out once a day to either train him to hunt or to fight, and then he would go on his own patrol. When Rainfur went on a patrol, it was normally over by the Twolegs or RiverClan, and though he sometimes went to the ThunderClan border, it was mainly just at night. The Clan agreed to keep Rainfur safe, having now accepted that he was their way out of the nightmare they were in.
Stormpaw continued to be his annoying bratty self, always making comments about how stupid cats were and about how he wanted to go back home. Rainfur wanted desperately to ask where his home was and why he wanted to die, but he knew also that Stormpaw needed time to settle into the Clan.
It had been nearly a half moon since the gathering, and since then RiverClan had been getting very curious. They would always ask how ThunderClan was doing, and a
Book 1: 27 Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Psst,” whispered a distant voice, all while Rainfur felt a nudge on his shoulder. “Psst!”
“What?” asked Rainfur, opening his eyes. After adjusting his sight to the light, he sat up, quite confused. At first, he had no idea where he was, but then he remembered the day before. He was deputy, and he had a duty to perform.
“Sorry I had to wake you so early,” Poppyheart murmured, sitting next to him. “I was noticing the senior Warriors wake, and I know they want to see if you’ll get up just as early.” Rainfur nodded in response, knowing full well that the elder Warriors would test him.
“Yeah, I know,” Rainfur sighed. “I just hope I don’t screw up.”
With that final word, Rainfur stood and walked out of the medicine den. He’d decided to sleep there after receiving some nasty glares from the Warriors who stated that
Book 1: 26 Chapter Twenty-Six
“The new deputy of ShadowClan will be Rainfur.”
Rainfur’s eyes grew wide, and he stood there with shock as ShadowClan called out in protest. They all refused, and Rainfur actually agreed. He wasn’t ready to be deputy yet—not only was he only eleven moons old, he hadn’t even become a mentor!
“You must be joking!” a young tom yelled.
“That’s outrageous!” a she-cat hissed.
“You can’t do this!” yowled an elder Warrior. “He isn’t experienced! He’s only eleven moons old!”
“I understand that this is sudden and mouse-brained,” Nightstar told them, standing tall. “However, I feel that it needs to happen, only for now. He is smart, as I have figured out, and he is strong, as you have all seen. He may become a loner after the fight, and if that is the case, then I’ll let him go and choose anot
Book 1: 25 Chapter Twenty-Five
“I wish to join your Clan,” Rainfur replied, leaving the ShadowClan Warriors around him to whisper and murmur amongst themselves. “I wish to help you in your fight against ThunderClan.” Nightstar seemed excited, but he was hiding it.
“Why do you want to fight against ThunderClan?” asked Nightstar. “I know they have exiled you, but—”
“I am not here for revenge,” Rainfur hissed. “If I were, ShadowClan wouldn’t exist at this moment. I have come to kill Sharpstar.” Nightstar tilted his head in curiosity.
“And why is that?” asked the noble leader. “He’s done nothing yet.”
“Nothing that you know of, at least,” Rainfur muttered, his eyes narrowed darkly. “I know everything that has been going on at ThunderClan. The beatings, the pain, and the deaths. I know everything. He plans to execute
Book 1: 24 Chapter Twenty-Four
“Rainfur, what happened to you?” asked Robinwing, her voice barely audible. “What have you become?” Rainfur looked to her, his eyes showing more pain now. His legs were weak and his body was starved. His head lowered as she asked this, a small tear running down his cheek.
He remembered getting all of the information at once. He remembered seeing Sharpstar beat his friends. He remembered seeing Sharpstar give that offer to Rosestar. He remembered seeing Sharpstar kill Yelloweye. He remembered seeing everything. Jactur was saddened as he saw them as well, feeling Rainfur’s pain.
“Robinwing, I haven’t changed, I promise,” Rainfur murmured, the pain beating down on him. “I just need time to think. Death has taken its toll on me once again, leaving me with no choice. I was clueless as to what was going on, but once I knew, there was something that needed to be do
Book 1: 23 Chapter Twenty-Three
| Rosestar |
“Rosestar,” murmured a tall black she-cat, bowing her head with respect. “The ThunderClan cats have kept to their side of the border, not once stepping out of line since the meeting you and Sharpstar had yesterday. He has kept his promise, and his cats tell me he will only give us another half-moon to decide. That is all.” It was quiet for a few moments before Rosestar replied.
“Very well,” Rosestar muttered, hoping she’d have more time. “Tell Sharpstar that I am thinking about it, and thank him again for the offer. Such a clever cat, he is. He’s the reason that monster is gone, and the reason I’m sane again. WindClan is no longer threatened.” Rosestar looked to Blackpelt with suspicion, waiting for a reply to a question she never said aloud.
“No, WindClan will not be threatened
Book 1: 22 Chapter Twenty-Two
StarClan help us. . .
What an interesting offer!
The stars have given us a Saviour, but where is he?
Who is this cat? Why is he so odd? Who does he remind me of?
Rainfur listened carefully, narrowing his eyes as he realised who the voices belonged to. The first one was Frostpaw, making Rainfur wonder what was happening to ThunderClan. The rogues could have been a problem, but then again, the fire must have driven them away. . .right?
The second voice was Rosestar. This was something Rainfur did not understand, though something told him that she was walking into a trap. He didn’t know what to think about that, only that he hoped Rosestar would be smart.
The third voice was Bravestar. It was no surprise that the leader knew about the Saviour, and it wasn’t shocking that RiverClan needed him. All four Clans seemed to be in trouble, so being need of the Saviour wasn’t ex
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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