Warrior Cats: Billypaw's Code

Chapter 9

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WARNING: This telling has themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, and ptsd. If you are sensitive to any of the above things please leave.

As the brown and white apprentice slowly dragged herself to her feet, she took in a big gulp of dewy morning air. She froze in place. The musky scent of shadowclan was fresh on her tongue. Panic bloomed in her chest. This was supposed to be MistClan territory!

She swiveled her ears, trying to look for Darksight. Why wasn't he here? She unsheathed her claws, anchoring herself. A bubble of anger grew inside her. They should not be in Mistclan territory! Everyone won't be safe if Shadowclan encroaches on the territory on top of trying to get enough prey to last through the coming leaf-fall.

She poked her head out of the old tree. She drank in the scents around her, filtering the scents. She was downwind, the small breeze carrying the musky scents of the three invading Shadowclan cats to her. I'll check them out at a safe distance, she thought. She crouched low, letting her tail brush the ground lightly, collecting raindrops, Her ambush training resurfacing from the crevices of her mind.

She paused slightly as wind buffeted her face. Billypaw hoped vainly that they were being escorted by a patrol of Mistclan cats. She knew this wasn't true, only the stale scents of any Mistclan cat other than her remained around here. She let her muscles relax and her paws find their way through the wet grass of the moor. She could hear the Shadowclan cat's paw steps as she neared. She stopped at the top of the slope. Next to her was a curved wall of rock. She positioned herself lower in the grass, the green stems harmlessly rubbing at her sides.

They didn't even bother to hide themselves, she'd think. She immediately pushed the thought away. Maybe one of them was a medicine cat and they needed herbs from Mistclan. It would be hard to believe a fellow clan would be on another's territory out of malice. Another gust of wind went past Billypaw, flattening her fur and sending a chill down her spine. In the lead of the Shadowclan patrol was a healthy looking she-cat with a thick orange coat.

The older apprentice beside her looked familiar. He was a skinny tom with white tipped ears. That's right, he came to help in the attack- Trying to drive the memories away, she shook her head. The heavy dark wall of memories were coming back, she could feel it. Why couldn't she forget? She looked at the third cat.

He was a plump older cat with a crimson coat similar to Rustpaw's but a few shades lighter. She felt anxious, and a bit bare without Darksight with her. He has been training her for a little over a moon now. That would make me nine moons old now, she thought. She swivled her white ears, trying to pick up the cat's conversation.

"No Mistclan patrols, I guess we got lucky," The one in the lead stated.

"Their scent is just Windclan but a bit more fishy," the apprentice commented.

The older warrior snorted, "Of course they would smell like that, RiverClan and Windclan mixed; they were one clan now, after all. It's not like a new clan would smell any different."

The apprentice looked around, clearly uncomfortable.

"right, right."

He got his front paw stuck in an old burrow, he pulled it out quickly and caught up with the other two.

"Do we have to do this? We have plenty of territory," he asked.

The older warrior snorted, "It's not like Mistclan is using it."