Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

55. Twolegs and Apprentices

Acornwish and Fernfur bounded right into the scent. It became apparent that Silverstream and Graystripe were in immediate trouble.

Here's some more kitties! one Twoleg exclaimed.

Silversteam and Graystripe were currently uninjured. A Twoleg was going at them with a big stick, but they were using their nimbleness to their advantage. There was only a little bit of blood leaking out of Graystripe's pelt.

So that's where the blood scent came from. Fernfur smirked. We could try scaring them off.

That was when the Twoleg struck another blow. Right in the middle of Silverstream's back. She crumpled to the ground.

"Silverstream!" Graystripe yowled in rage and threw himself at the Twoleg.

Fernfur couldn't help but think about young love.

Is she your girlfriend? the Twoleg teased. Then go with her!

Another Twoleg came up and threw Graystripe off of the other Twoleg.

Get the chocolate. The Twoleg that Graystripe was thrown off of commanded.

We didn't bring any this time. the other Twoleg commented.

Why not? the original Twoleg turned to stare at the other one.

This is our chance! We shouldn't scare them off now; Silverstream should see Brackenfall. Fernfur darted over to the fallen she-cat and lifted her by the scruff. Graystripe hurried over to help.

"We have to go!" Acornwish signaled to them with his tail.

They charged as fast as they could back to camp.

"They shouldn't be able to follow our trail," Fernfur commented. "They have weak noses."

"That's good to hear." Graystripe pretended to be a naive warrior. "We wouldn't want them invading the nursery!"

"Right,"

The final stretch to camp came into sight, and they burst through the barrier.

Ravenheart was asleep outside of the medicine cat's den. Fernfur and Graystripe rushed over to the den.

"Brackenfall!" they yelled.

The ginger medicine cat came out of the den. "I tell you, I'm busier than ever with all of these young warriors getting injured and all." he sniffed the wound on Silverstream's pelt.

"Sorry, Brackenfall," Fernfur apologized.

"We got attacked by the same Twolegs that attacked Ravenheart! They smelled exactly the same as the Twoleg traces on Ravenheart's pelt smelled like." Graystripe announced.

"Did she eat anything?" Brackenfall started getting even more worried. He didn't want the entire clan to get sick!

"No, they did not force anything down her throat. They could barely even touch us!" Graystripe cheered.

"Yellowpaw!" the ginger medicine cat called back into the den. "Could you treat the scratch on Graystripe's pelt? And get some herbs to treat Silverstream too!"

A faint "Yes" came out of the den.

"I am going to go report this to Ashstar." Fernfur whirled around and climbed up to the Highledge.

Yellowpaw came out, her jaws crammed with cobwebs. "What attacked them?" her voice was muffled by the cobwebs.

"Can't you smell them?" Acornwish just stared at her.

"I can't smell anything right now." came her muffled reply. "I have cobwebs in my mouth."

"They got attacked by the same Twolegs who attacked Ravenheart, but they weren't poisoned." Brackenfall told her. "Only injured through physical means."

"That's a relief." Yellowpaw layed the cobwebs down and began licking Graystripe's wound clean.

Silverstream's acquired more attention and licking, but eventually, it was clean.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!" Ashstar came out of the den as Fernfur scampered down to the level of the rest of the cats.

The Clan slowly gathered, wondering what was wrong this time.

Swiftkit, as eager as ever, stated. "Is it ShadowClan? Let me at them!" he was pulled back by Clovercloud.

"The Twolegs have struck again, this time targeting Graystripe and Silverstream. Graystripe came back with only a scratch, but Silverstream got a larger wound. None of them recieved the illness that Ravenheart has. Hopefully, that means that the Twolegs won't use those means anymore." Ashstar announced.

Growls erupted from the clan.

"But they still injured our clanmates; I fear that they may drive us out of our territory. We have to fight back!" that announcement got everyone riled up.

"I'll show them!" Beetlebreeze wanted revenge for his son's illness.

"Let me at them!" Swiftkit wanted to get in the fight.

"Will they attack anyone else?"

"Are the younger members of the clan safe?"

"Enough!" Ashstar yowled. "Also, some of our kits have finally reached the age of six moons. Swiftkit, Mosskit, Cinderkit, please come forward."

The kits moved forward in excitement.

Odd for him to choose to apprentice them right after talking about the Twolegs. Fernfur thought briefly.

"Until this apprentice has earned his warrior name, he will be known as Swiftpaw. Whitestorm, you are ready for an apprentice. I trust that you'll show Swiftpaw the ways of becoming a warrior." Ashstar announced, and they touched noses.

The leader continued. "Until this apprentice has earned her warrior name, she will be known as Mosspaw. Bluefur, you are also ready for an apprentice. I hope you'll show Mosspaw your excellent hunting skills." their noses crashed together.

Oh, you bet I will. was going through Bluefur's head.

"Until this apprentice has earned her warrior name, she will be known as Cinderpaw. Fireheart, you are ready for an apprentice. I trust that you'll teach Cinderpaw your instincts." they touched noses.

At least Fireheart remembered to do it this time.

"Swiftpaw! Mosspaw! Cinderpaw! Swiftpaw! Mosspaw! Cinderpaw!" the clan cheered.

Watch out Twolegs.