DISCONTINUED | Blood (Jayfeather x Reader)

15

The moment you woke up, you knew the Tribe dream hadn't come again. The light of the faint sunrise was cold and no imprint of Stoneteller's eyes was in your head. You stretched your tail carefully and went outside. The dew soaked your paws.

"No one's up yet. They must be tired. I was tired too but um yeah now I'm talking to myself." you mewed weirdly, turning your head side to side to see camp.

You felt something burning you and looked around to the medicine cat den automatically. Jaypaw's gaze made your fur burn and your ears to heat up.

"Why are you staring? Unless you're sleeping with your eyes open." you said to Jaypaw as you padded closer. 

"Sorry, I don't have pupils." Jaypaw muttered, turning away. You scoffed and left.

It was a while until another cat woke up to the sunrise, and it was Sandstorm.

"Good morning." Sandstorm yawned. "Every cat is so tired that it's hard to get up."

"Does Firestar seem distracted to you?" you asked her.

"Oh, he's worrying over something." Sandstorm nodded. "A dream from StarClan, maybe." 

"Ok." you thought about the prophecy. 

(Timeskip to near sunhigh)

"Any cat up for a hunting patrol? We're low on prey." Brambleclaw yowled in the middle of camp.

"I can go. And I'll take Sorreltail with me." Brackenfur said. 

"Take an apprentice; they've been at work on camp the whole morning." Brambleclaw left.

"Come on Cinderpaw." 

You lay in the shadow of the Highrock and rested.

"AP/NNNN!" a mew made you open your eyes.

"What in StarClan is it?" you said, sitting up and facing Squirrelflight.

"You will be going to the Gathering." Squirrelflight said.

"I was there last time. Plus, I forgot there was a Gathering tonight." you said, feeling dreadful.

"You'll be going. Get some rest." Squirrelflight scolded you then left.

You sighed and rolled over, staring at the sky. A cloud drifted away, smudged because of the wind. Your tail flicked into a patch of baby ferns, ruffling your fur. The faint shadow of the full moon reflected in the clear sky. 

The rest of the day went by with no training. You simply when on a ShadowClan border patrol and ate some prey. Sunhigh went by fast and then the evening came, calling tonight's Gathering.

"Brambleclaw, Leafpool, Dustpelt, Cloudtail, Spiderleg, Whitewing, Birchfall, Hazelpaw, Honeypaw, Mousepaw, and Ap/n will come to tonight's Gathering, as informed before." Firestar called. The cast that were called formed a big ThunderClan group and headed out. 

You absent-mindedly listened to Dustpelt and Hazelpaw's conversation, and glanced back towards the entrance of ThunderClan camp.

"We'll just stay to ourselves, don't make too much conversation with the other Clans." Firestar said quietly.

ThunderClan arrived at the tree bridge and met no other Clans. 

You felt the dark bracken brushing and poking your fur as you crouched in the darkness, the rotten scent of ShadowClan piercing your nose. ThunderClan's smell was fading into the Gathering area, mixing with WindClan's.

"Hi." you turned around and met a white WindClan she-cat nose to nose.

"Hello." you replied, facing the front again.

"I'm Whitetail." the white she-cat said politely. You nodded. 

"I'm Ap/n." 

Whitetail looked at you curiously before sighing. 

You looked at the sky, where a tiny wisp of thin cloud was covering the moon. It made a beautiful shadow on the clearing.

A loud yowl startled you. Blackstar was calling the beginning of the Gathering. Every cat quieted down quickly and the leaders took their spots on the tree. The deputies were lying or sitting down at the roots.

The leaders were having a bit of an argument of who to start first, but then it settled to Onestar. 

"A few days ago, a fox rampaged our territory. Four of our warriors drove it off, and the fox ran into ThunderClan territory. Near the darker side of the trees." Onestar looked at Firestar. Your leader dipped his head in respect and thanks with a bit of hostility, well of course because the fox was driven into his territory and not the neutral-Clan moors. 

"Anything else? Or is a fox attack the most interesting you can experience?" Blackstar hissed. Onestar shook his head and lashed his tail. The WindClan cats stirred.

"Well, I believe it's my turn." Leopardstar said coldly. The RiverClan cats were rustling uncomfortably. You twitched your ears to the sky as you heard a soft woosh. Maybe a breeze. 

"Not much has happened, but Mothwing has had a strange sign from StarClan." 

Pretty much every cat who could see Mothwing looked at her, including you.

"The sharp stone breathes cold, and the bloodied claws wash under the fall of water. Ten cats of different Clans will go." Mothwing said loudly and clearly.

"It's very vague." Mothwing said.

"Well, of course it's vague, it's StarClan." someone from ShadowClan. A chorus of cats snickered.

"We suspect that something like a fight or war is going to happen." Leopardstar called out. 

"'Ten of each Clan will go...' doesn't that mean ten cats from the four Clans will go... somewhere?" Firestar explained.

"We don't know." Leopardstar mewed.

"'The sharp stone breathes cold'. That means the mountains right?" Leafpool spoke up. More gazes turned to the ThunderClan medicine cat.

"Perhaps. But StarClan wouldn't care about the mountain cats. They have their own ancestors." Blackstar growled. 

"They need help." Firestar urged. "'Bloodied claws wash under the fall of water.' A fight in their camp. 'Bloodied claws' are from a fight, and 'fall of water' is the waterfall." 

"I know that. I'm not sending my cats to fight for cats in the mountain." Blackstar spiked his tail.

"If either of you don't mind, continue the Gathering." Onestar mewed up. 

Firestar looked away from Blackstar and to the gathered cats. "Nothing important has happened."

"Very well." Leopardstar mewed. 

(Timeskip)

"Firestar's pissed. I gave him a squirrel and he snapped at me." Lionpaw mewed, concerned. 

"He's just tired. Tomorrow he'll think about it more thoroughly." Hollypaw licked the last remains of her meal. 

You lay on your stomach in your nest. The Tribe was in trouble, and StarClan was warning you with dreams. Or the Tribe's ancestors.

Sorry people!