Warriors | A Prophecy Reborn: Book 1. (The Legacy)

~The Legacy: Chapter 29~

Spiraltail woke up with a shock. She looked around her, seeing that everyone else was still asleep, except for Willowleaf and Spidertail, who weren't in the den at all.
Beside her, Whitestripe was still asleep, as were most of the warriors in the den, save for Fernfeather.
Fernfeather, noticing Spiraltail, sat up, stretching, and gestured for her to follow outside into the clearing.
The cool breeze calmed Spiraltail of her nightmare, and it took her a few moments to register that it was only a short time before dawn. Had she slept through the entire day?
Spiraltail followed Fernfeather outside and into the spare den, which was, to their relief, empty.
"I am concerned for you and your littermates," Fernfeather said as soon as they entered. "Stonestar is on his final life, and Specklefern is in no position to continue caring for those kits. They will become apprentices shortly before Russetpaw earns her Medicine Cat name, but I am still worried for Fuzzyear's newborns and Willowleaf's unborn kits. On top of that, you, Whitestripe and Ashpelt are being targeted by Half-Sight and his group of rogues, and who knows what could happen?"
"We can handle ourselves," Spiraltail said confidently, attempting to calm the ThunderClan deputy, remembering the nightmare.
She shuddered, then went on before Fernfeather could object.
"Whatever danger befalls the kits or our leader, we'll still be here to make sure nothing else goes wrong. We will keep those kits, born and unborn, safe, no matter what."
Fernfeather looked at Spiraltail uncertainly.
"I admire your courage, Spiraltail," she said, "but even if you are able to defend ThunderClan, who will be left alive to witness it? Half-Sight is ruthless. We were lucky not to have lost any other cats on the night Silver-Eye and Russetwhisker died.
"Being the daughter of a leader does not make you invincible. If anything, it makes you more of a target because of your heritage. Even then, if you aren't careful, you will suffer the same fate as our former deputy and Medicine Cat. To whose claws, I know not. But stay alive, for Grayfur's and Stonestar's sake."
And at that, Fernfeather padded quietly out of the spare den and over to Stonestar's den, most likely to talk to him as well.
Spiraltail debated whether or not to go back to sleep, but was so disturbed by her nightmare that she'd rather not, instead going out to hunt.
Accompanied by Reedtail, Ashpelt and Whitestripe, she left the camp and they all went off in separate directions to find any prey they could.

They came back, mouths full with what they could find in the cold frost. It had not snowed yet.
By the time they had returned, the morning sun was rising and the other warriors were waking up.
Willowleaf and Spidertail were discussing their future offspring just outside the spare den, while Whitestripe had gone off with Iris-Eye to bring some food to the elders, queens and kits.
Stonestar was with Mossgaze, Whiteshine and Redpelt, discussing the Gathering for the night, while Fernfeather ordered Spiraltail to help Creamfur with a fox that seemed to be lurking near the border.
The two she-cats set out to drive away the fox.
"Do you think you'll ever end up with another apprentice someday, Creamfur?" Spiraltail asked as they wandered the border of their territory.
Creamfur shook her head sadly. As Crookedfire had predicted, Creamfur could not talk, and may never be able to again. Though Spiraltail knew she wasn't going to give up being a warrior just because she could no longer speak.
However, the large scar left on her throat was noticeable even from a distance.
Which led Spiraltail back to wondering who had injured her so severely, and how? It wasn't Reedtail, this she knew, so who?
She did suspect Crookedfire still, but even if she knew for sure, she wouldn't have any proof.
Creamfur looked at her as though attempting to reach out to her through her mind, but Spiraltail already guessed what she was trying to ask.
"I might end up with an apprentice," she said. "I just hope I do a decent job in training them."
Noticing Creamfur's slightly accusing glance, she added, "Not that there's anything wrong with the warriors we have. I mean, look at Reedtail, she's a great warrior."
Creamfur left her a silent purr of amusement and continued on.
Spiraltail realised, while she and Creamfur were alone outside camp, that she could finally ask what had been pulling at her tail ever since it happened.
"Creamfur, did you see who attacked you?" she asked.
Creamfur stopped, then turned her head toward Spiraltail. She mouthed something, but Spiraltail could only make out the 'F' in the last word.
Spiraltail bowed her head regretfully, and they continued walking.
Not long after, they smelt a horrid stench near the stump of a tree. "The fox was here," Spiraltail whispered to Creamfur, who nodded.
They snuck past the Ancient Oak and closer to the lake, where they saw the fox drinking.
The fox was big and bulky. Obviously a male, and they were no match for it.
"We can't take it out on our own, we need help," Spiraltail stated. Creamfur nodded, and they quickly snuck back to fetch Tigerfur and Swiftflight.
Flamepaw had insisted on coming, but Swiftflight denied, and rightly so. Flamepaw would be crushed and ragdolled by the fox if it even smelled him.
Tigerfur waited until the fox sat down, and ordered for them to attack.
Spiraltail and Creamfur ran to each side of the fox, while Swiftflight and Tigerfur grabbed it by its tail and clawed its head viciously.
Spiraltail saw the fox blundering around, throwing his weight here and there to try and knock off Tigerfur and Swiftflight, both of who clung tighter.
Creamfur grabbed its leg while Spiraltail took its front paw, biting hard enough to make it bleed.
The fox yelped, falling on its side right on top of Creamfur.
All they heard was a deafening crack, and Creamfur closed her eyes, laying under the fox's weight.
Tigerfur was enraged, and began tearing at its snout and head until, finally, all that was left of its face was the muzzle and back of the head.
Tigerfur stood panting, then turned to Creamfur's limp body.
Spiraltail was fighting back a yowl of anger and sadness as she looked at Swiftflight picking up Creamfur's body.
The Gathering was tonight, and Creamfur was now dead...