The Forgotten Prophecy: 1/Fury (Warriors Fanfic)

Chapter five

Bluespot grumbled when snow started to fall out of the sky. She wasn't an apprentice anymore. She didn't want to catch snowflakes.

The tom group suddenly stopped. Bluespot and the others did too. She stretched her neck to see GorseClan and ForestClan.

Oh, StarClan... Bluespot flexed her shoulders when she saw unsheathed claws from the other Clans.

"Hello, TigerClan," Gingerstar said politely. "I see that you trespassed into LionClan territory."

Beestar stepped up. "We have come to get Lionclan and merge."

Gingerstar dipped his head. "We were coming to your camp, but you can take us to it."

Gorsestar growled. "Then come on."

The cats kept on walking. Bluespot sniffed the air while copying the other cats. She could smell prey blood on the TigerClan cats. There was also a scent of mud. What in the whole of StarClan do the TigerClan cats do?

Suddenly, TigerClan stopped. LionClan did the same. Bluespot strained her neck to see that there were four coyotes facing them.

Gingerstar hissed. "Toms, get ready to fight!"

Bluespot watched the group of toms crouch, their tails lashing.

"It's alright," Beestar said. "They are scared."

The coyotes ran away.

Hmm. Bluespot thought while the cats kept on moving. I guess everything is scared of us now.

The cats arrived at TigerClan camp. There were sticks. Gorsestar walked over to the pile of sticks. He jumped onto the pile and lay in a nest.

"Wow," Treefur whispered to Bluespot. "TigerClan doesn't even show us around."

But Bluespot was looking for Sharpleaf. She twitched her ears at him when she spotted him but he was heading into a den made out of sticks.

Where is he going? Bluespot wondered. She flinched when kits stumbled out. There were two.

"Hey, Sharpleaf." Bluespot walked over to him when he popped out of the den.

Sharpleaf looked at her with slitted eyes. "Do I know you?" He asked Bluespot.

Just then, a white she-cat with tan patches came out of the den. It was Windwhisker.

"What are you doing near my mate and my kits?" Windwhisker yowled. "Get away!"

Bluespot backed away. She turned to where the she-cats were going. She followed them into the pile of sticks.

It was surprisingly light. Bluespot scrambled. She snarled with frustration when a stick fell in front of her.

The warrior lay where she was. Bluespot grabbed a piece of grass and stuck it in her mouth. She was a moor cat now. She would have to adapt to it.

It was morning. Bluespot stretched. She had slept peacefully. Now it was time to hunt.

"Morning, Bluespot!" Snoweyes meowed when the gray she-cat pushed herself out of the den. "How was your experience? Mine was great!"

Bluespot yawned. "It was fine. Snoweyes, do you want to hunt with me?"

"I am already joining the hunting patrol," Snoweyes said, flicking her tail. "Well, at least I was forced to. TigerClan is hunting with the StreamClan cats for now."

"You're lucky," Bluespot grumbled.

Snoweyes flattened her ears. "Lucky? I would hunt with GingerClan!"