The Forgotten Prophecy: 3/Mist Rising

Chapter seven

The chirping birds were replaced with yowls of pain. Sunpaw could hardly believe his eyes. Cats were racing down the remains of the tree. Beestar was in the lead. Her pelt was spiked up.

Sunpaw ran to them, the rogues close behind. When they approached ForestClan, Beestar let out cries of pain.

Goldenrod and Sweetherb went to her side. They assured her with calmful words.

Oh StarClan. Sunpaw watched as Beestar collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Don't let her die!

He noticed a large wound on her back. Splinters sat in the wound, blood on them. Beestar gasped each breath.

Goldenrod crouched and groomed Beestar's ruffled pelt. The pale ginger she-cat with black stripes slowly started to purr. Beestar looked up at Goldenrod before closing her eyes.

Sunpaw's view got blocked. He struggled to see Beestar. Lionfury got in his way. Sunpaw hissed with fury. He went onto the tips of his paws. He could see Beestar's head and chest.

The leader was flat on the ground. Her body was limp. Sunpaw held back a gasp. Was Beestar dead?

Flameheart came storming into the crowd. Her jaws were full of herbs. She dropped them. "Phew. I thought I was never going to get my herbs."

Leopardclaw hissed at Flameheart. "Help our leader! Do you want her to die?"

"Of course I don't want Beestar to die." Flameheart flattened her ginger ears. "It's just that I can't help her."

Inkpelt shot a paw at Flameheart. Claws met the medicine cat's neck. The ginger she-cat yelped with pain. Flameheart stumbled back, eyes widened with surprise.

Beestar got up. Her eyes met Flameheart's. "Flameheart, you are banished from this Clan. Pack your herbs and go."

Flameheart bled from her neck terribly. She looked up at Beestar. "I'll go!"

The ginger she-cat grabbed her herbs and walked away with her tail drooping. She looked behind her, and then ran off towards StreamClan territory.

Sunpaw felt bad for Flameheart. He faced Beestar. "Why did you do that?" He asked the leader.

Beestar growled. "She's obviously evil!" She turned to face GingerClan territory. "We're going there."

"Wait!"

Littlewhisker bounced to Beestar's side. "Aren't we going to bury Feathereyes and Misty?"

Sunpaw felt tears forming in his eyes. He fell to the ground, crying. He remembered the memories with the two she-cats. Feathereyes was always kind to him, and Misty taught him how to hunt. Both of the ForestClan cats used to joke with him.

Littlewhisker walked over to him and pressed her pelt against the golden tom's. She looked at Beestar. "So?"

Beestar turned to the fallen tree. "Fine. But we aren't taking too much time."

Sunpaw rubbed his paws against his eyes to get the tears away. He blinked his eyes and looked at the tree. Two bodies lay under it.

Those two cats were our Clanmates. Sunpaw walked over to the tree and helped lift it off of Misty and Feathereyes. It was heavy, but he didn't care. His depression was like rain against fire.

Littlewhisker and Forestfury joined him. Sunpaw smiled at his two friends. They pushed the tree off of Misty and Feathereyes. The cats meowed with pride.

They circled Misty and Feathereyes. Sunpaw dipped his head. They had lost three warriors in the past day. If they went on like this, ForestClan would fall.