Warriors: Bloodshed

Chapter 4

"Small has joined BloodClan. She will be known as Savage as her BloodClan name." Scourge yowled Small's name as he flicked his black tail tip. The BloodClan cats below him all glared at Savage while she returned the cold look. "Brick will explain the rules and such." Scourge said as the ginger tom stepped forward and looked down at the cat which was much smaller than Scourge. "Are you sure this kit will be strong enough and worthy enough to join BloodClan?" Brick said to his Clan leader as Savage growled. "She'll have to prove that but for now, teach her our ways and train her. I know that all of your former apprentices have died in your training sessions, maybe this one will be the first to ever make BloodClan proud after me." Scourge meowed as he turned his back and disappeared into the darkness, his dark outlying almost invisible in the shadows as Savage glared at Brick. "Well then, let's head out, kit." Brick snorted as he lashed his tail once before padding into the darkness, Savage let out a hiss before following him and soon they were in a very familiar place.

Firepaw raced through the forest, following the blood stains and the faint paw prints of his sister. He had snapped at Tigerclaw for hurting his sister and ran off. Whitestorm and Lionheart are searching for his twin sister as well, following him since he knows what his sister smells like more than the two Clan cats. "Small!" He called desperately, hoping to hear a response but nothing came back except for the whistle of the forest. "It's no use..." Firepaw lowered his head, defeated. "We must return back to camp, Firepaw. I know that she was your sister and that she was something that can never be replaced but your a Clan cat, you have to be loyal to your Clan as well as your kin." Whitestorm nosed the apprentice to his paws, feeling sympathy since he had lost his own mother when she was hit by a monster, protecting ThunderClan's territory and prey. "Come now, Bluestar will be waiting." Lionheart said in a sympathetic voice as he turned and led the way back towards camp, his golden pelt glowed a ginger in the sunlight as the sun set, setting Firepaw's pelt into flames that earned him his name. "It's no wonder Bluestar named you Firepaw." Whitestorm joked around as Firepaw tried to look like himself but after watching his youngest sister fight Tigerclaw and get beat badly then run off still stunned him and he knew that he would never be able to get the sight of Small covered in blood and clawmarks from his own Clanmate. He just followed the two senior warriors in silence as the sun fell to the side of them as big, long shadows were cast across the forest floor and the trees that seemed to reach out with their branches as claws, reaching for the three cats as if they were intruding and were going to be taken prisoners. Leaves fell and the sky quickly grew dark with a glow of orange as a low growl of thunder above them sounded and filled the dark forest. "Hurry, there's a storm coming." Lionheart meowed with urgency as they quickened their pace and soon came to the camp and headed quickly to shelter as rain started to drop from the stormy skies. Firepaw couldn't sleep, he padded out of the apprentices den and sat in the rain, it's soft droplets falling onto his nose. As he looked up, his ginger pelt was drenched with rain water and his green eyes glowed, not with excitement or joy, but with sadness and guilt. Lightning struck as it illuminated the sky for a second before going dark, he watched the rain and the lightning as if he were to learn something about it. After a while, he felt as if the stars above the clouds were speaking to him. He felt as if the skies and StarClan were weeping for the loss of Small and were too crying. Firepaw was comforted by the rain and the surroundings around him, but as his head fell back down to the camp, he felt eyes burning into his pelt as if someone or something was watching him. He turned and saw nothing, he ignored it, thinking it could just be him and lifted his head back to the dark skies and watched them as if they were going to tell him something or send a sign of their sympathy if he didn't look at them. "If only I had brought you here with me, things would be much better..." Firepaw mumbled as rain dropped beside his eye and made him look as if he was crying, but as they disappeared on the dark earth, his forest green eyes were filled with tears of deep sadness. His claws dug into the soaked earth below him. "Things would be so much better...." The ginger apprentice said as more tears ran down his face, his was hunched over and the tears fell onto the earth that was dry from where he was sitting. "I'm sorry..."