The Curse ★ Warriorcats Fanfiction

★Chapter 3★

Another day began as the cardinal sun rose leisurely, enlightening the land with a malicious red glow; a coincidental sign of what today was about to bring fatefully upon Thunderclan.

Blueshine opened her leaf green eyes, contrasting the velvet haze of the ground. She let out a tiresome yawn before slowly stretching out each blue-tinted leg, lazily bringing herself to her paws. Her eyes darted towards the sky as she admired the crimson hue and bloody clouds littering the horizon. A slight frown accumulated on her feminine features at the peculiar sight.

The red glow could mean anything. She rolled back her broad shoulders, trying to distract herself from the overwhelming, anxious thoughts. Blueshine looked down at her belly, noticing how incredibly hungry she was.

She began to make her way to the fresh kill pile, her belly growling and her nose following the thick, overwhelming scent of crisp prey. Disappointment drowned out the tempting smells and distant sounds of prey scurrying outside the camp as she approached, discovering the fresh kill pile was astoundingly empty. Ugh! It's those mouse brained apprentices again! Selfish youngsters taking all the food for themself!

Blueshine gritted her teeth angrily, tail whipping the air.
"Oh, Blueshine!" A friendly voice called a few mouse-lengths away. The blueish she-cat turned her head warily, but was relieved to find her brother, Crowfur, approaching with the same upsetting look on his face.

"I was going to ask if we could eat together and share tongues, like we did as apprentices, but it looks like we're out! Being leaf-fall, I can't say I'm surprised.. but still." He meowed, disappointment edging his welcoming tone.

"Oh! Crowfur! That would have been delightful, we haven't talked in so long!" Blueshine purred, walking towards her brother to give him a nuzzle.

He returned the gesture, grinning like a cat who had just found a rabbit hole.
"I'll have a word with Lionstar for sure. He hasn't been too worried about our clan recently, though.. what a shame," Crowfur sighed, but the dreariness only lasted momentarily before his optimism rose once more. "Then! I'll send out a hunting patrol. Afterwards, we can share a meal, just like the old days." He reassured her.

"Oh, that sounds great!" Blueshine smiles cheekily, her dimples peeking through her lighter-hued cheeks. She watched her brother's diluted gray pelt disappear into the leader's den, his long and slick tail curling behind the entrance before he vanished entirely. Blueshine had always been fond of her brother, and respected him highly. Becoming deputy was such an achievement, and Crowfur; her older brother, deserved this more than anyone.

Blueshine sat back close to the fresh kill pile, waiting patiently for her meal. She listened to the cries of the kits next door, a purr rising in her throat. Having nothing better to do, she lifted herself to her paws and peeped her furry head in.

There, she wondered who would succeed her after her reign of healing drew to an end. Successors were necessary for the clans, and cats would replace cats with other cats, just as Crowfur would after Lionstar one day.

Admiring the playful giggles and soft paws stomping around the den, she felt a slight smile creep onto her features. So innocent and void of any evil, kits were. It seemed injust that the purest thing in existence could have a looming curse over their head.

The thoughts of curses sparked a train of thoughts rushing through Blueshine's head, leading her to her sudden fury towards Lionstar.

It was such a humiliation for Lionstar to be acting so immature about his role as leader! First, he didn't even care about what Blueshine had to say about his clan being in danger, and now, he wasn't even worried about leaf-bare?