Rising Mist || 1 || Warrior Cat's Fan Fiction ✔️

Chapter Twenty

Yellowbelly and Tropicpalm were huddled nearby, whispering urgently to each other. I lashed my tail impatiently. The vision that they'd experienced was far clearer than we could've hoped for. 

We had to travel to the mountains. 

What else was there to discuss? 

The whole of Mistyclan gathered at the edge of all clan territory, nerves hummed. Skyclan, Thunderclan and Shadowclan scent wafted around in the air. Fallenleaf had stuck to my side the entire time, stressing out very loudly the size of my now swollen belly. Treeclimber had seemed antsy, bouncing around Lilypad, who kept batting him away frustratingly. I watched them a little cautiously, my fur tingling. There was definitely something up between the two. 

Before I had time to ponder anymore, Fallenleaf shrieked, "Skyclan!"

I jumped, turning around to face the cats that streamed out of the bushes. 

Amberstar lead them, her eyes blazing with fury, "Mistystar!"

I bushed my tail to make myself seem bigger, "We were just leaving."

Another familiar cat slipped out, "And we were just coming to see to it."

I heard Fallenleaf growl, "Lemonstar!"

Whiteslash padded out from under a gorse thicket, his tail twitching excitedly, "I've come as well!" 

Seeing my surprised look, he grinned, "Did I not say? Bravestar died of green cough a few days ago. How sad, right? But Thunderclan is better under my control."

My heart beat frantically, "Did you get your lives yet?"

Whiteslash sighed, "No, but I will. After we drive you out, of course."

I held back a gasp of relief, smoothing my fur, "We shall go by ourselves. There is no need for blood to be shed."

Lemonstar ignored me, "Clans! Attack!"

I was thrown out of the way by Fallenleaf as Lemonstar pounced. 

Getting up, I sought out Whiteslash, who was locked in fierce combat with Lilypad. Running towards them, I knew that if Whiteslash was to rule Thunderclan, all the clans would be ruined. I knocked him to the ground, sinking my teeth into his neck. 

He threw me off, grunting with pain. Whiteslash tore at my shoulders, but his movement was sluggish from the wounds on his limbs that were made by Lilypad and the gaping wound in his neck. 

Then the white tom collapsed, his fur matted with sticky blood. 

Lilypad scrambled backwards, her face pale with horror, "We killed him!"

I looked at his unmoving corpse regretfully, murmuring, "It was for the good of the clans."

Even as I reassured myself, regret pulsed through me, mixed with hot, shameful guilt. Now what would the other clans think of me? Thunderclan cats turned and fled, tails between their legs. But Windclan and Skyclan fought on bravely, knocking down Spiderfur and Swanwind with a rush of energy.

"STOP!"

I turned, eyes wide, to see Huckleberry rush in between Amberstar and Pearlstorm. 

Her leader screeched, hurt cracking in her voice, "What are you doing!? GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Huckleberry stood firm, "No. I will not."

Lost for words, Amberstar panted, eyes narrowed.

Huckleberry explained, "This has gone on long enough. Starclan has told me that Mistyclan will be good for the clans, as long as every cat is willing to accept them."

Amberstar lunged forward, "WELL NO CAT IS GOING TO!"

The leader and medicine cat of Skyclan were briefly paw to paw in combat before Huckleberry was pinned down. From somewhere in the bushes, I heard Tropicpalm squeal before the cat herself darted out to slam into Amberstar. 

My head was spinning. 

Medicine cats fighting their own leader? 

This is was chaos.

So many cats could unnecessarily die. This was what we, as Peaceclan, had been fighting against. And now we were the cause of this. Amberstar struck out with her hind legs and Huckleberry collapsed again.

"Stop!!" I yowled, "STOP!"

Hurrying towards the medicine cat, claws all around me stopped mid-strike. I put my paws on where her heart was, feeling for a pulse. 

But I was too late. 

Blood poured from a wound on her chest, staining my fur red. 

Amberstar stood, frozen, letting Tropicpalm push past her and press her muzzle into Huckleberry's fur, "NO!!"

Amberstar staggered backwards as Lemonstar called, "Windclan! Retreat!"

Sunmist hurried to my side, dragging the corpse of the once beloved medicine cat onto her back as Amberstar yelled, "Skyclan! Retreat!"

We watched the cats flee back to their camps, far too tired to chase. 

Fallenleaf appeared at my side, his pelt pressed against mine for warmth, "Don't worry, Beestripe and Stormcloud brought their kits up a tree for safety." 

He stared at my belly, "Are you alright?"

I nodded vaguely, turning towards the small Twoleg den cluster that we were going to be heading towards. Far in the distance, I could see the tall points of the mountains. 

My clan was small. Much smaller than what was normal. Darkfur - the oldest of us warriors - silently gazed at his younger clan mates in silence. Pearlstorm and Swanwind twined tails in hopes of comfort. Liontail and Spiderfur exchanged a look. 

Dustpaw edged closer to Amberpaw, who gave him a warning growl, causing Orangefoot to stand up and move to sit with Darkfur instead. I glanced at Tropicpalm, who was leaning on Lilypad for support, her eyes clouded over with grief. 

We had lost much to preserve Mistyclan.

But, if her prophecy was true, we would be getting so much more in return. 

Wow! 

That brought back so many memories for me. Writing the story, planning it out, and actually finishing it for a change! 

However, you might've noticed, but I left an open ending. Because there was originally going to be a second book after I finished this one. 

Would you also like the second one to be published?