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

Chapter Eight

I burst into Thunderclan's clearing much like how Fallenleaf and Beestripe had burst into Skyclan's. My paws were aching from running the whole way and I panted nonstop. Littlemouse gathered up her kits with a sweep of her tail and her sister, Snowsoot, leaped up protectively, "What is this?"

Thunderclan cats looked up from their everyday duties and started throwing a mixture of questions and threats at me.

I straightened up, "I must speak with Bravestar. Tell him it is Mistysky of Skyclan."

Whiteslash, Bravestar's deputy, broke off from the crowd and disappeared into the leader's den. As he did so, Fallenleaf, Beestripe and Tropicpaw thrust their way into the camp. Fallenleaf and Beestripe stood either side of me, pelts brushing mine to show their support. 

Tropicpaw lifted her chin determinedly beside Beestripe. A moment later, Whiteslash reappeared with a golden-brown tom-cat with confidence and power emanating off of him.

Bravestar glanced at Beestripe and beckoned for me to follow him, "Come, Mistysky."

He led me into his den and sat down comfortably in his moss bed. I sat opposite him, raising my head to meet his calculating eyes.

As he spoke, Whiteslash entered the den, "I think I know what has brought you here."

I looked pointedly at Whiteslash, "What I wish to argue, I wish to argue in confidence."

Bravestar purred, amused, "Oh, Whiteslash? He won't tell any cat if I don't tell him to."

Whiteslash dipped his head respectfully, but I noticed how his tail flicked irritably.

"Of course." I nodded, "I received intel that you have come across Peaceclan."

Bravestar mewed carelessly, "We shall report everything at the Clan gathering. Don't you think it will be better this way? The Clans will have to decide whether to keep this new Peaceclan or not."

I argued, "But what if they decide not to? What will we do then?"

Whiteslash offered, "I personally think Peaceclan is a good idea. But many cats don't. And when they openly share their opinion at the next full moon, Peaceclan will have to disband or get driven out."

I looked at him reproachfully, "You could try to convince some others. It wouldn't hurt. I will tell my clan mates in Peaceclan to reveal themselves to their leaders. It will be an extremely large number and the Clans will not be able to afford to kick us out."

Bravestar thought for a moment before admitting, "A good plan. It might actually work."

I felt confident, "Then it is decided, I shall go notice all of my clan mates in Peaceclan now. Then we shall discuss further at the next gathering."

Bravestar flicked his tail at Whiteslash, "Escort her out."

I stood up and turned, emerging into the open clan clearing. Whiteslash followed closely behind. Snowsoot was still lashing her tail and hissing at Beestripe, Fallenleaf and Tropicpaw in front of the nursery. A few other cats were hanging about, shooting my friends overly hostile glares. 

I spotted Spiderpaw and Lionpaw - two of the younger apprentices in Peaceclan - watching uncertainly and raised my voice, "Every cat in Peaceclan shall notify their leaders. Reveal themselves in large numbers."

Whiteslash flicked his ears, "Of course. By the way, is there any chance in joining Peaceclan?"

Unconsciously, I raised my hunches and my tail puffed out. Did he want to join?

I smoothed down my fur, "Wouldn't Bravestar disapprove?"

Whiteslash forced out a purr, "The old cat doesn't know how much Peaceclan could help with the war. Like it's name suggests, it could bring peace to all the clans!"

I tried to speak cautiously, "It's good that someone outside of Peaceclan can understand. But you're a deputy. It would bring shame to Thunderclan to have the deputy go behind Bravestar's back."

"Shame to Thunderclan?" Beestripe perked her ears up, padding towards us.

Tropicpaw was behind her, looking concerned, "What do you mean? What happened?"

I gestured at Whiteslash with my tail, "He wants to join us. He wants to join Peaceclan."

Beestripe flattened her ears, "You can't be serious."

Tropicpaw added, "A few young warriors is bad enough. Whiteslash is an experienced warrior! It would be embarrassing!"

I flattened my ears as well, baring my teeth, "Okay. OKAY! I got it!" Turning to, Whiteslash, "We can talk later."

The snow-white tom nodded, slipping into a group of Thunderclan gossipers as I marched off. Fallenleaf was facing off Poppyflower, "Peaceclan is not hostile, FOR THE LAST TIME!"

The she-cat remained uncertain, "I dunno... I just wanna make sure you won't start a war. It won't be good for my kits!"

Fallenleaf shook his head, "I promise. LIKE I SAID ALREADY-"

I interrupted, inserting myself between them, "Congratulations! Who's the father? Oh, sorry! Gotta go! Come on, Fallenleaf!"

As I pushed Fallenleaf out of the clearing, I heard Poppyflower answer proudly, "The father's Snakestrike!"

Fallenleaf murmured, "Queens!"

I looked at him, amused, "You're never gonna have kits of your own?"

He puffed out his chest, "Never! I don't need them to drag me down."

Tropicpaw and I rolled our eyes at each other.

A/N

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