Warrior Cats As Humans AU

13 REASONS WHY: FROSTPAW CH:4 PT:2

Mistpaw helped Duskfur up the stairs slowly, step by step. She was trying to avoid the cobwebs and little drops of blood from other people, but Duskfur didn't seem as bothered as she was. By the time they reached the top, Mistpaw could hear Mothwing bustling through the doors without even entering.

She held open the door for Duskfur as the old senior warrior hobbled in, so slowly Mistpaw almost didn't notice the little black tape in her pocket. Then, before common sense could make her question herself, Mistpaw shot her hand forward and snagged it, stuffing it it away in her pocket with the other tape.

Afterwards she shot her gaze up, and froze as she stared at Mothwing, who looked right back at her.

Did she see me?

Mistpaw couldn't tell from the way Mothwing was blinking at her.

"Well? Come on and help Duskfur here." Mothwing told her and Mistpaw just hid her relief.

Duskfur stumbled onto one of the white beds and Mistpaw backed away awkwardly as Mothwing checked Duskfur's injuries. The tape she'd taken from Duskfur was burning a hole into her pocket. As soon as Mothwing's back was turned to her, Mistpaw hurried out the door, cursing whatever company decided to make shoes so loud.

Greypaw was out on patrol, so Mistpaw didn't have to worry about him. Instead she bolted out the school doors before anyone could call after her.

It was snowing again, flaky white thin clouds speeding down before melting away like the sun after dark. They fluttered down angelically, before landing on the already growing piles. Mistpaw ran down the path and breathed in the sharp cold air. It stung her lungs and refreshed her at the same time.

She shook snow off her clothes and went up the stairs to the RiverClan dorms. Avoiding Frostpaw's door, she headed to her own and shut it behind her. 

Her nerves sparked as she took out the tape from Duskfur and glanced at the number taped to it. A three was scribbled onto it in Frostpaw's handwriting.

I'll ask Greypaw for the second tape.

Mistpaw reached to take Owlnose's tape out, then froze when her fingers brushed empty air.

What?!

She pulled her pockets inside out, shook her jacket, and went through her room again. The first tape was gone.

The player was still on her bed where she'd left it, and nothing else seemed disturbed. She could have easily dropped it while running. Or Greypaw could've taken it back. He'd been the only one close enough to do it.

Either way, she still had this tape. Mistpaw weighed it in her hands for a few seconds anxiously before she sat down and picked up the player. She pressed play and listened fearfully.

Frostpaw's voice sounded through the speaker. She sounded hesitant. 'This is your tape...'

'Splashtail Heaven.'

(WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO CALL HIM?! SPLASHTAIL SNEEZE?! WHAT DO I DO WITH CATS LIKE SNEEZECLOUD AND HEAVENPELT?!)

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Greypaw was bringing food to the injured warriors. He balanced a bowl of Voleerios (I tried ok!?!!! and it's honey flavored, not vole flavored that's ew) and two plates of toast in his arms. He subconsciously stepped to the side so Shadowsight could pass, his mind buzzing back to the tape in his pocket. 

Had it been wrong to take it? 

He'd been putting it off for long enough. He needed to listen to the tape. Frostpaw had wanted him to, even if he didn't want to.

He nudged the door open with his foot and walked inside Mothwing's office slowly, trying not to spill the cereal. Mothwing glanced up for a half second and gave him a tiny nod before she returned to Nightsky's wound.

Greypaw slid the food next to the bed's and flexed his aching fingers- they'd been going numb. He left Mothwing and found Troutpaw eating in the common room. Greypaw sat down in front of him.

"Where's Floatpaw?" 

Troutpaw shrugged, glaring at the ShadowClan warriors mingling in the common room. "Probably on patrol."

"Can I borrow your cassette player?" Greypaw asked finally, not wanting to push the subject off for much longer. Troutpaw didn't know about the tapes, but he was the only person Greypaw knew who had a player other than Mistpaw.

Troutpaw raised his brow curiously. "Sure. I'll drop it off by your room today." He shrugged.

Greypaw thanked him awkwardly and left before he could ask what he needed a cassette player to listen to.

He was done putting it off.

He needed to listen to the tape.

A.N: I swear the next chapter WILL be longer I know I said that last time but I MEAN IT THIS TIME.