The Awakening Storm

08 | betrayal

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H A W K

"Fox dung!" I growled as the vole I was trying to catch got out of my paws and went back into the undergrowth.

"I hate this stupid territory!" I almost yowled. "Why couldn't we have invaded another Clan's territory that didn't have so much bloody bushes and undergrowth!" I snapped while unsheathing my claws and raking them against a near by shrub.

An amused snort hissed from behind me, "Maybe if you weren't such a mouse brained fool you'd know how to hunt properly," Blackstorm whispered with a sneer evident on his face. I slashed my tail before turning to the black tom.

"You got a problem rat pelt? How about you remember who you're talking to?" I snarled while getting close to his ugly snout.

I don't usually use my ranking in the Clan to get other cats to watch themselves, but this annoying flea was on my last nerve. My shoulders dropped slightly, I hated using my rank in order to get cats to respect me, it made me feel like a tyrant.

"No," Blackstorm mewed firmly, before lowering his head slightly.

"Exactly, know your place," I snapped before turning and stalking away from the black tom. Blackstorm was a pain in my tail, but even if he was, I'd never go to Ezekiel or "his seconds in command" to help me solve quarrels with my fellow rouges.

My mother, Rabbit, was a kind hearted she-cat. I may not have known her but Ezekiel told me so many stories of my mother.. How heroic and friendly she was, she once even helped an injuried vixen who's den was being attacked by a kitty pet who wanted to hurt the vixens cubs.

I wish I could have known her..

Back at Thund—FoxClan camp, the camp was flooded with cats. To the right of the entrance of the camp was the medicine cat den, Hazelberry and Mistcreek were outside of the den looking miserable. Ezekiel had not allowed the two of them to go out a get herbs, the only way they were able to is because of Flick. Flick was the rouges kind-of medicine cat. He tried to get the herbs to help his clan mates and FoxClan, but he didn't know most of the herbs or what they looked like.

A few days ago I visited Flick in the med den because I had stepped on a stray porcupine quill. When I entered, I have never gotten dirtier looks from any cat than the looks Hazelberry and Mistcreek gave me that day.

"Maybe if your leader hadn't made us stay here, we would be able to heal you!" Hazelberry snapped in my face before storming towards the back walls of the medicine cat den. I felt empathy for the she-cat, she must feel so betrayed after her own leader—who she trusted— abandoned her clan without a fight.

Escaping from my thoughts, I looked beside the Medicine cat den was the Elders den, or was the Elders den. After the elders were banished and chsed from FoxClan, the Elders den was now used as a second warriors den.

After the Elders den was the Apprentice den and the high ledge. Breezepaw, Snakepaw, Forest, Rapid, Screech, and Myrtle shared the apprentices den. Though, sharing wouldn't be the word I'd use.

Matt, Beetle, Ebony, and Marsh often bullied Breezepaw and Snakepaw. Stealing their prey, moss, and a few times making them sleep outside of the den.

There was nothing Breezepaw or Snakepaw could do because according to Foxscar, "The ThunderClan cats are ordered to respect the Foxclan warriors. Or there will be dangerous consequences."

Fang was on top of the high ledge, the black tom swung his tail over the side of the ledge and flicked it from left to right. As if trying to lure a curious kit over to play, luckily FoxClan didn't have any kits besides Sandsteps litter of three. Who she always made sure was close to her side.