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Book 1: 15 Chapter Fifteen
The next few weeks were dull for Rainfur. He was ignoring everyone and everyone was ignoring him. It was simple, yet plain. When he went on patrols, he just did what he was told. When he went hunting, it was by himself. When he ate his fresh-kill, he ate alone. The only cat who was talking to him was Robinwing, and even then it was distant.
Rainfur was just happy that he wasn’t exiled. Ravenstar had told the Clan that he, himself, had provoked the demon and that it was his fault. The Clan had disagreed, but didn’t argue. They were too afraid.
WindClan was now even angrier and fearful of ThunderClan now. They grieved for Blackpelt, and were frightened of what had happened to her. However, Rosestar was just asking for a war. They kept sending hostile glares, and when Rainfur was on a patrol, they sometimes attacked.
ShadowClan didn’t have a clue of what was going on. They just thought it was because of Rav
Book 1: 14 Chapter Fourteen
Rainpaw sat with the rest of the crowd, his heart beating quickly as he realised that he was going to get a Warrior name. Everyone around him seemed very happy, and he had even caught a glimpse of Cheetahfur smiling at him. After six moons of training and constant wounds, Rainpaw was glad that he was finally receiving his Warrior name.
Rainpaw watched closely as Ravenstar leaped up the Highrock, and as the great leader sat down, he waited for his name to be called.
“ThunderClan, we have witnessed a wonderful thing today,” Ravenstar started. “We have seen Rainpaw’s true loyalty to not only his Clan, but WindClan as well. This is something that is hard to come by these days. Rainpaw could have kept the lives his demon stole for himself, but instead he brought back those his monster killed. He made it clear to us that he does not kill willingly, and that he is a true Warrior of ThunderClan. For that,
Book 1: Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen
Rainpaw lay comfortably in the middle of the apprentices’ den with Lionpaw, Bluepaw, and Frostpaw sleeping around him. He was the oldest apprentice now, with both Robinwing and Shadowflame Warriors, and this made him proud. Sweetpaw always seemed to look up to him, and both Lionpaw and Bluepaw always asked him to help them with battle training, mostly because they remember the night he made the rogues scatter.
The rogues scent had disappeared, which was odd to Rainpaw. He knew that Shadow was still out there, but they seemed to be hiding. Why? Rainpaw had no idea.
Rainpaw then realised one of his wounds was stinging, and though he would have loved to ignore it, he just couldn’t. So, he stood up and carefully slipped through the apprentices’ den. He then padded quietly through camp before walking into the medicine den, sighing as he realised how many times he’d been in the den.
As Rainpaw wa
Book 1: Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve
As if I’d let you die!
Rainpaw’s eyes opened and grew wide as he realised who it was, and then he gasped. Something was happening to him, something that would only happen once. More blood seemed to leak out of his wounds, though instead of being red it was purple almost.
Then, just as Rainpaw felt like he was going to die, he felt fine. And there, right in front of him, stood an exact copy of himself, smiling widely. Well, it wasn’t an exact copy. Where Rainpaw had white, this cat had grey, and where Rainpaw had grey, this cat had white. The cat’s eyes were also a dark blue, and he still had a star-shaped scar, though it was glowing yellow. This cat was also very ghostly looking, just like the StarClan cats were. Right then he knew just who he was looking at.
The demon within him.
“W-what did you do?” asked Rainpaw, his eyes wide. The cat in front of him grinned widely, as if to be happy to answ
Book 1: Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven
Rainpaw’s legs were aching as he ran, noticing the moon getting lower and lower in the sky. Dawn was coming, and they still hadn’t found the kits. He could tell Sweetpaw was getting tired, for she slowed down a lot as they were getting closer.
Robinpaw sped up, then, and picked up Sweetpaw by the scruff. Rainpaw ran up beside her and smiled, knowing that Robinpaw would want to know that they were all with her. Sweetpaw then began calling out instructions on where to go, and everything seemed to going quite well.
“Stop!” Sweetpaw suddenly yelled, making the three cats skid to a halt as Robinpaw put her down. Sweetpaw sniffed the area and looked back to Rainpaw.
“This was where we found the body,” Sweetpaw explained pride showing in her eyes. Rainpaw smiled.
“Good job,” he said. “But we’re still not done. Do you think you could help us scent the kits out?” Sweetpaw nodded, a
Book 1: Chapter 10 Chapter Ten
Rainpaw sighed as he sat near Robinpaw and Shadowpaw, listening to the boring lecture about the hunting crouch. His mind was elsewhere as he pretended to listen, thinking of what happened around a week ago. That Gathering was the first and probably last he was ever going to according to Jayflight, mostly because it was his fault the fight even started. No one had been seriously injured, and even he had recovered from all of the wounds he’d gotten, but everyone seemed very, very distressed after that day.
Ravenstar hadn’t even come out of his den since that day, and everyone kept talking about it. They were all saying about how immature he was for starting a fight like that, but really Rainpaw didn’t blame the dark furred leader. He actually blamed Rosestar.
And that wasn’t the worst of it, actually. Everybody kept trying to ask him what he had to do with StarClan’s arrival, and of course he didn
Book 1: Chapter 9 Part 2Rainpaw nearly jumped out of his skin as Cloudpaw yelled into his ear, but he calmed down as soon as he realised who it was.
“Oh, hi Cloudpaw,” Rainpaw greeted back politely before noticing Robinpaw glaring at Cloudpaw. “Oh, Robinpaw,” he said. “This is Cloudpaw. She was on the patrol that found the fox I ended up fighting. She’s been helping me around since then, and she’s really nice.” Robinpaw muttered out a “hello” and then looked away, forcing Rainpaw to frown. Robinpaw was getting jealous, he knew, and he just hoped that she would find that Cloudpaw wasn’t trying to steal him from her.
Rainpaw didn’t get any chance to tell her that, though. The Gathering had just started and everyone turned their attention to a big oak tree that the four leaders sat one. Bravestar sat on the highest branch while Ravenstar sat on the lowest. Rosestar, narrowing her eyes at the ground, sat on the second highest
Book 1: 9 part 1 Chapter Nine
“Mysticpaw, how did he do during the night?” asked a soft yet somewhat harsh voice. A small cat stirred near his side, yawning as she woke.
“He didn’t seem to be any pain or anything,” said the cat next to him whose name Rainpaw knew as Mysticpaw. “He did seem to be having some happy dreams, though. He kept laughing and running in his sleep as if he were a kit.” The first she-cat seemed to laugh at this, but then the sound stopped.
“How are the kits, Silverdew?” asked Mysticpaw. “Did they make it through the night?” It was quiet for a few seconds, making Rainpaw want to wake up faster. He’d been waiting quite a while to hear about the kits. Well, he wasn’t awake all that time, but still.
“Yes, they’re all happy with Reedfeather at the moment,” said Silverdew, the first she-cat who’d spoken. “The runt, the golden brown one, nearly die
Book 1: Chapter 8 Chapter Eight
Rainpaw dragged his feet through the snow as he carried the three kits. The icy wind blew toward him, making him have to look at the ground to go on. Rainpaw’s wounds had stopped bleeding because the air around him had basically frozen the blood so that it couldn’t ooze out. He was still in pain, though, and it was slowing him down.
The kits were fine, though the golden brown one kept trying to get out of Rainpaw’s grip. The white one was rather still and the black one moved a bit but only every few seconds. They seemed too tired from shivering to struggle too much, which was somewhat a good thing.
Rainpaw’s mind was racing—no matter how he thought he could get out of this, he was proven wrong. These kits meant the world to him at the moment, so of course he wasn’t going to give up on getting the kits to RiverClan. He couldn’t stop in ShadowClan, they’d think he was a rogue trying to steal k
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