(New!) - Wings of Power - Warrior Cats

Chapter 8:

This chapter is really short, I just didn't really have much for KiwiRoot to do for this little bit!

KiwiRoot felt her pelt crawling as the WindClan patrol entered the leader's den. "What is it, be quick," the leader mewed unimpressed by their arrival. She sat down and curled her large tail around her golden paws, lifting her head and pricking her ears. The leader was a large cat, she was almost twice the size of KiwiRoot. Her fur prickled a bit as she looked at the leader's massive claw, I wouldn't want to face her in a battle!

"I think I had a vision," WaspSting explained nervously, sitting down as well, but he didn't prick his ears or lift his head, instead he fidgeted with his paws nervously. She gave him a lot of support and he gave her a grateful, only to shrink down again as the leader spoke.

"Are you a medicine cat now? What is happening to WindClan," the leader shook her head confused, and KiwiRoot wondered what the RiverClan leader meant.

"No," he mewed back, "if you don't want to hear we will leave," WaspSting's mewed was hard and he straightened up, regaining his status.

"Come on then, spit it out," the leader glared at them through the gloom. "Was the quote unquote vison about RiverClan?"

"Yes, it was..." Once again WaspSting explained his vison. The leader gave nothing away until the end when he told her about the crows killing her.

"When did you get this?" she mewed quickly, eyeing the WindClan cats suspiciously although her voice had a slight quiver as though she had been a little shaken.

"This morning," WaspSting replied, his eyes far away as if remembering it.

"I'll talk about this with my medicine cat, but before you leave, I want to take back the troublesome apprentice I found, she has been the biggest nuisance," the cats exchanged glances although they could barely see each other as the sun set over the hills beyond the camp.

"Show them to us," KiwiRoot mewed, her voice slightly shaky. She had a suspicion about which apprentice it was, but she wanted to be sure.

"Follow," the leader ordered before leaping gracefully down from her den into the clearing below. The WindClan followed, landing a bit less gracefully, and some of the cats let out purrs of amusement. As they crossed the clearing toward a mud den, KiwiRoot's heart pounded in her chest, don't be her, don't be her...