Breezestar's Mistake

Prologue

Breezestar stepped out of his den, his gray fur flowing in the wind. Swiftspots greeted him with a friendly mew. Breezestar kept looking forward. He sighed as he jumped onto a high branch in the tree. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come outside for a clan meeting," he said. Rabbitkit and Whitekit ran out. They sat down quickly. Breezestar smiled. It was hard to leave then alone. "We have two new apprentinces today. Rabbitkit step forward." Rabbitkit stepped forward. "You are now old enough to have your own mentor. You will now be known as Rabbitpaw. Froghop will be your mentor. And Whitekit, you will now be Whitepaw. I count on Badgerfang to teach you how to become a real warrior." Their new mentors stepped forward and touched noses with their new apprentinces. "Clan dismissed." The cats went back to work immediately.

Badgerfang and Froghop took their apprentices out to hunt. Brightsky and Swiftspots went out to mark the borders. Smallstep began to help Foxtail make Firetail have some borage for her kits she was having soon. Breezestar began checking on the dens. He hates the work, but did it anyways. He patched up the queens' den, because Firetail was soon going to live there. He sighed unhappily, wishing he could go back to hunting, but ever since he injured his left front leg, they all disagreed to let him go out and hunt. "It's not fair! I'm not a kit!" he always told them. They always said, "You're in no condition to hunt." It annoys him very much, but he puts up with it anyways.

All the cats came back, each with a piece of prey except for Smallstep, Foxtail, Firetail, and Breezestar. Brightsky came over to say that she had a sighting of a rogue. "All cats old enough to catch their prey please gather for a clan meeting," Breezestar yowled. Immediately, all cats came out. "Another one?" Smallstep murmured. "Brightsky said that she spotted a rogue on our territory. "Please be-" a small gray cat jumped from a tree, snarling. He started at Brightsky, while she stood shivering. Brightsky didn't let her fear take her, and hissed as she jumped far towards him. The gray tom dodged, then pinning her down swiftly afterwards. He started laughing. "Apparently you're a warrior! But don't worry it will all end soon." And with that, he forced his muzzle towards her neck and took a strong bite. She would need to lose more blood, he thought. So he scraped her stomach deeply, while every cat stared in horror. As blood oozed from her neck and belly, he swiftly ran out of the camp, into Flameclan's territory.

All the cats began to gather, as Smallstep, Badgerfang, and Froghop dug a hole for Brightsky. Whitepaw and Rabbitpaw looked down at her light brown pelt. They never expected their mother to die so quickly. Breezestar dug his muzzle into his mate's fur for one more time. "May StarClan light your path," he murmured.