(New!) - Wings of Power - Warrior Cats

Chapter 10:

WaspSting bowed his head in shame as they walked back through the entrance of WindClan. The leader, OmenStar leapt to her paws to greet them, she had been sitting on a rock in the middle of the clearing discussing something to one of her experienced warriors, LappingNight. "Was ShellStar okay?" she asked them as she halted in front of the patrol.

"Yes..." WaspSting replied. "I told her the message, but she didn't think much of it." He flinched at his leader's harsh gaze.

Her eyes were fiery as she stared at him. "So, I sent one of my experience warriors, my deputy, and two newly made warriors to RiverClan, for what!" Her voice made it sound like it wasn't a question. OmenStar sighed. "MockingValley, BlazingFire, KiwiRoot, leave. I want to have a talk with WaspSting alone." KiwiRoot opened her mouth in protest, but the leader silenced her with a glare.

As they left, WaspSting turned his gaze to his leader. "I know you think it was just a dream, but I'm sure it wasn't!" he promised.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't bother you about that," her eyes narrowed. "You're back to apprentice duties." Her eyes were unsympathetic as he drooped. "Come on then, those ticks won't get themselves out!" she hissed. WaspSting knew he better not protest, so instead, he began to head for the medicine cats' den to get some mouse bile. He watched the sun as it licked the top of the hills, readying itself to jump into the sky. He couldn't believe he had been out all night. So much for that vigil, his limbs ached far more now that they had when the vigil was over. He sighed and pushed his way into GooseWing's den. And now I am stuck with apprentice duties, he thought bitterly.

"Ah," GooseWings's mew sounded further back in the den. "I heard about your dream from LappingNight," he mewed as WaspSting opened his mouth to explain. "I also heard you need some mouse bile." The tom gave a purr of amusement before giving him a stick with some foul-smelling moss on the end.

"Thanks," he muttered not looking at GooseWings. As he reaches the thorny entrance, he paused readying himself to squeeze through.

"You were right..." WaspSting's ears twitched as the faint whisper caught his ear. Did I imagine that? I really am tired! He ducked out with the stick clenched in his teeth and her started to head for the dense bristly shrub that marked the elder's den. His pushed his way in and heard the surprised gasp of the white tom, SharpCloud and the black and white-spotted she-cat, BeetleSpots.

"What are you doing here?" asked the croaky voice of SharpCloud.

Was he ready to tell them. Why not, he still thought it was true. "I thought I had a vison..." he mewed, watching the cats' faces to see if he could read their thought, but they didn't change.

"What happened in your vison?" asked BeetleSpots as he settled down behind her and started searching through her fur for ticks.

"RiverClan was being attacked," he mewed, he didn't want to tell the elders everything and they seemed to accept that.

"And so you're in trouble because it turned out nothing was wrong?" SharpCloud guessed.

"How did you know?" he gasped.

"You pick up a few things when you've lived as long as I have," he smiled kindly in the gloomy light. As he listened to SharpCloud, he found a tick. He grabbed the bile-soaked moss and began to dab it on the crow-black beetle.

"Ah," BeetleSpots sighed as the bug fell off. "Thanks, WaspSting," she mewed before settling down. "I think that's the only one."

"I think I've got one on my should if you're done with BeetleSpots" SharpCloud called as the tom settled down in his nest.