Perfect? || Warrior Cats Fanfic

🌿Chapter V: The Tom That Changed It All

Thistlecall leaded Scorchedface through the forests. Together they trained, hunted, and just enjoyed themselves. Scorchedface  wanted to stay here forever, with a cat that actually looked at her with eyes of happiness and not repulsion. Thistlecall's care was better than Riverclan's treatment. However, her heart sank, when they ended up back on the shores of  Riverclan's territory.

"I should head back to camp," Scorchedface mewed.

"Here, take a fish for the road," Thistlecall said, dropping a fish at her paws. Scorchedface picked up the shiny fish.

"Thank you, Thistlecall." she said, as she turned and padded away. When she returned to camp, she heard the scoffs of cats while she walked by holding the fish in her mouth. Before she reached her den, Rhubarbleap stopped in front of her.

"Stealing from the fresh-kill pile, are we?" Rhubarbleap accused.

Scorchedface shook her head. "No, I hunted this myself–"

Rhubarbleap had snatched away her fish. "Traitors don't get to eat fresh-kill," she hissed. "Selfish mouse-brain!"

Scorchedface lowered her head and tried moving past Rhubarbleap again. She blocks her path. "You're sleeping in the dirtplace. Driftstar's orders."

Scorchedface felt anger burning inside her, but she left it alone. She only headed to the dirtplace with her head hung low.
At the same time, an image flashed through her mind. She could feel her claws pressing against her eyes, as she tried to shake it off.

"It's not right," she whispered to herself.
With a sigh, Scorchedface turned and padded back to the lake. There, she saw a few Riverclan cats who were sunning, glaring at her with their ears flattened.

"Hey," a green and black tom called from the shore. It was Thistlecall.

Scorchedface ushered him into the forest so the other cats wouldn't see him. "What are you doing here? I thought you left," she mewed.

"Come on." Thistlecall said. "Let's get back to the creek, where we can talk."

Scorchedface couldn't concentrate on the conversation. She was worried that she'd be caught.

"I think I'm ready to face Riverclan," Thistlecall said.

"You're going to join? Already?" Scorchedface's eyes widened. She focused on Thistlecall again. "Are you sure?"

"Well, do you really think I can leave you alone with those mouse-brains?" Thistlecall asked.

"I'll embarrass you," Scorchedface mewed.

"No, you won't." Thistlecall assured her. "Once we're through this, we'll be good, we'll come to each other and talk. I want to make sure our friendship will stay strong."

"I want it to." Scorchedface insisted.

When she was sure they were out of earshot of the other cats, Thistlecall whispered, "Scorchedface."

"What?" She mewed, looking up at him.

"Tell me about your clan." Thistlecall mewed.

Scorchedface felt a small smile curl on her face. "I can't tell you." She mewed. "Not until you're in."

Thistlecall licked his paw. "I promise I won't tell a single cat."

"And if I can't trust you?" Scorchedface asked playfully..

"I won't pry," Thistlecall responded.

"Alright." Scorchedface said, letting her smile show. She closed her eyes, waiting for Thistlecall's response.