A cool breeze had started in the ShadowClan camp, blowing away the clouds covering the moon. The usual sun-kissed ground was cold to the touch, and the cats of the Clan of the night didn't like it. It was a far turn from the warm green-leaf air that was to be expected.
Nightfeather scooted deeper into the moss nest at the entrance of the medicine den, her fur ruffled and bristling. It was cold, too cold for green-leaf. But the pine trees bordering the clearing seemed to trap cool air at night, much to her distate. Lily stirred next to her, gray fur gradually smoothing as Thistle lapped at it. Thornkit was nestled close to her warm mother. They had gotten stuck in the sucking mud of the swamp, but a search patrol was quick to find them.
Nightfeather got up and let out a hiss. Her fur, although long, seemed frozen. Sparrowwing gave her a look of sympathy before follwing her into the clearing.
Their tails intertwined and Sparrowwing gave her head a lick. Mistflower approached the two, her tail swaying from side to side.
"I'm taking a patrol to RiverClan, but I need two more cats. Blazefur's coming along. Interested?" She inquired gruffly.
Nightfeather gave Sparowwing a glance for his approval and nodded. "Sure."
Mistflower nodded and padded towards Snowstripe, Pebblpelt, Addertooth, and Blazefur. They brightened at the sight of Sparrowwing and Nightfeather.
Mistflower frowned. "Let's go."
Nightfeather filed after the patrol, her mind buzzing with thoughts. RiverClan might be hostile, especially with Rosestar in charge. She narrowed her eyes. Why would StarClan approve of her leadership? It madr no sense, yet there she was, cocky as ever.
Mistflower's hiss broke her thoughts. "RiverClan. Get down."
Nightfeather immediately crouched low, heart beginning to race. She peered through the branches of the bush. A silver tabby she-cat and a brown tom were both padding along ShadowClan territory, tails held high. Nightfeather bit back a hiss as a familiar red she-cat came into view.
Mistflower lashed her tail, and the ShadowClan patrol exploded forward. They formed a tight circle around the three RiverClan cats.
Mistflower stepped forward so she was facing Rosestar. "What are you doing on ShadowClan territory? Lost your way, I presume?"
Rosestar stared back at the deputy, eyes filed with contempt. "I suggest you get out of our way."
Snowstripe glared at the two RiverClan cats. "And who are these two? Rogues?"
Rosestar blinked. "These are now full-fledged members of RiverClan." She bared her fangs and growled.
In a flash, the russet she-cat had darted forward and pinned down Blazefur. The tom writhed in her grip, eyes wild, but it was no use.
Nightfeather hissed and sheated her claws. They would have to figure out something, and fast. She turned around to glance at Mistflower, who had sheated her claws. Though her gaze was icy, her twitching tail revealed her fear.
Pebblepelt narrowed his eyes. "Alright then. You can pass, just let him go."
Rosestar gave a cold laugh and looked up from the medicine cat. "Oh, I don't think so." She cooed.
Nightfeather felt fear rise in her throat. "Let him go, Rosestar." She rasped, stepping forward.
Rosestar stared at her for a few heartbeats before stepping off the tom. Blazefur immediately sprinted away, crouching low behind the line of cats.
Nightfeather bit back a yelp of surprise. What? Why had Rosestar listened to her, of all cats?
Rosestar padded past her, but Nightfeather caught her soft whisper:
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Colorful Doom
FanfictionMany seasons after the great battle, the Clans continue to thrive. However, traitors from within the Clans themselves began to draw out all trust between one another until all that was left was cold suspicion. And that, in the end, would be what des...
