𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 || 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

Two

"Well?" Bluestar hissed, only his face was now finally away from her. Leonheart was silent as he stood out in the rust.

He bowed his ears, and prostrated the golden rock of the warrior. Rough hair is bitter. "I am not a threat to your people."

"You're threatening our clan when you take food," Bluestar yowled. "You have food in your nest Twoleg already. You only come here to hunt laughter. But we hunt survivors."

The truth of the warrior queen's words pierced the rust like black, and suddenly he understood her anger. He became trembling: he sat down: and lifted up his ears. His eyes met hers. "I hadn't thought of it before. I'm sorry," he said solemnly. "I will not hunt here again."

Bluestar causes his mane to fall and signals Lionheart to retreat. "Unusual kittypet, you're rusty," she snapped.

Greypaw's rusty ears twitched in relief. He heard the approval in Bluestar's voice and noticed that he had quite a look with Lionheart. He was making a curious appearance. What flashed between the two soldiers? He asked quietly, "Is it really so hard to survive here?"

"Our land only covers part of the forest," Bluestar replied. "We fight with other Clans for us. And this year, late in the leaf, there is hardly any prey."

"Is your Clan very big?" Rusty, with wide eyes.

"That's enough," answered Bluestar. "Our land can support us; but there was no prey left."

"Are you all soldiers, then?" Scabra mewed. Bluestar's guarded answers made him more and more curious.

Lionheart answered him. "Some are warriors. Some are too young or too old or too busy to care to hunt."

"And you all live together and share the spoils?" He mutters, fearing the old man, thinking he has an easy life, doing little harm.

Bluestar looked back at Lionheart. The golden-spotted man turned back steadily. He finally returned his gaze to Rusty and said, "Maybe you should check this out. Would you like to join ThunderClan?"

He was so astonished that he could not speak.

Bluestar "If you did, you would train with Graypaw to become a Clan warrior."

"But kittypets can't be warriors!" Graypaw had spilled. "They don't have warrior blood!"

A sad look clouded Bluestar's eyes. "Warrior in blood" echoed with a groan. "It's been pouring too much lately."

Bluestar frowned and Leonheart muttered, "Bluestar just give you training, young kit. There's no guarantee you'll become a full warrior. If it proves too difficult for you. Finally, you're used to a comfortable life."

Rusty was struck by Lionheart's words. The head twisted around the mouth of the golden fetus. "Then what chance do you offer me?"

But it was Bluestar who answered. "You are right, young man, about our reasons. The truth is, ThunderClan needs more warriors."

"Understand that Bluestar does not make this offer lightly," Lionheart warned. "If you choose to train with us, we will take you into our Clan. You must either live with us and observe our ways, or return to your Twolegs and never return. You cannot live with one foot in each world."

A cold breeze stirred the bushes, pushing the rusty fur. he shuddered, not with cold, but with trepidation at the incredible possibilities that opened before him.

"You're wondering if you have to pay the price for a comfortable kittypet life?" Bluestar asked softly. "But do you see the price that will be paid for your heat and food?"

Looking at that rust, he moves. Certainly the meeting with these cats had proved to him how easy and luxurious his life was.

"I don't know what it is yet tom," Bluestar added, "even the Twoleg stench that clings to your fur."

"What do you still want from the tome?"

"You haven't been taken by the Twolegs yet to see the sawyer," Bluestar grimaced. "You would be very different. Not quite as sharp to fight with Clan Cat, I expect!"

The redhead was confused. He suddenly thought of Henry, who had become obese and lazy since his visit to the vet. What is that about the Bluestar cutter?

"The Clan may not be able to offer you easy food and warmth," Bluestar continued. The nation will demand great faith and hard work. Clan if necessary to protect your life. There are many shores to feed. But the rewards are great. You will stay tom. You will be trained on rural roads. You will learn what it means to be a cat: Strength and company and the Nation will always be with you, even with you. I come alone "

Rusty turned his head. Bluestar seemed to give him the life he had lived so many times, tantalizing in his dreams, but could he live like this for real?

Leonor interrupted his thoughts. "Come on, Bluestar, let's not waste time here. We're ready to join the second round at the height of the moon. Tigerclaw will wonder what happened to us." He got up and beat his tail waiting.

"Stay," Rusty said. "I offer you?"

BlueStar looked at him for a long moment and nodded. "Leonheart will be here tomorrow in the sun," he told her. Then answer him.

Bluestar muttered in a low voice, and with a sweeping motion the three cats turned and disappeared into the bushes.

Scabra blinked. He looks uncertain---past the ferns, Whose fronds surrounded the clear stars. The smell of Clan cats hung even heavier in the evening air. But as he was turning towards the rusty house, he felt a strange sensation within, which drew him back into the depths of the forest. Punctuated by light, the fury of the wind hurt, and the rustling shadows seemed to whisper the name.