Spark { Warrior Cats Fanfiction ; Complete }

{seventeen}

Don't blow it.

You're too far in.

But he murdered Ryeheart.

He doesn't deserve my attention, time, or for me to stress over him.

But I can't blow my cover. There's no way I could run back to DrizzleClan.

Sparkfur sat in silence, seemingly not worrying, but inside... It felt like a black hole was sucking at her insides. The stormy grey she-cat next to her had a stone hard face. Distract yourself. Sparkfur told herself. So she observed.

The stormy cat was putting up a facade, she was obviously stressing. Occasional tail twitches, and she was straight as a board. For what she was stressing about, Sparkfur wasn't sure. Was it meeting Kole? Spark smirked. I bet she's never met Kole. Spark glanced over at Otis, who was fidgeting and whining occasionally that it wasn't his fault. She's lucky she hasn't.

Spark licked at her blood stained legs, the wound aching. Otis had been given some cobwebs. Sparkfur had noticed that since she hadn't gotten any, her chances of getting off the hook were slim to none. But that's what I was going for. She heard paw steps, and her heart fluttered. She wasn't sure why; there was no need to worry. This is what I planned. Well... She saw his green eyes emerge from the shadows, his pelt of dark tabby just looked like it belonged where he came from. I didn't plan this.

"You there. Recruit." He addressed Sparkfur, and she blinked. He called her recruit. He should have been informed that she wasn't in recruit training anymore. Gossip spread like wildfire around there. She tried to respond, honest, but her throat seemed to close up. She was talking to Ryeheart's killer. She swallowed, and tipped her head up.

"Yes," was all she could say. His green eyes radiated a cold atmosphere. Up close, his features looked much younger than she had remembered. Large, young, round eyes, fur clear of scars (excluding the one she had given him on his cheek). How could a cat that had gone through recruit training come out unscathed?

"You, recruit, you're free to go. Quite being an annoying prat and do something to make your fellow rebels proud." He addressed Otis, who scampered away without being told twice. Spark turned to go, as well, hoping to get out. She figured this wasn't normal for punishment. "Where do you think you're going?" He circled her, and she unsheathed and sheathed her claws in a frustrated manner.

"Back to camp." She growled, glaring at him, reflecting the hostility he had that night.

"Oh no, don't think I forgot you. Clan cat." The storm gray she-cat instantly stood up, her fur on end.

"Kole, what are you talking about? She's been here for over half a moon!" she growled lowly, giving dark looks to Sparkfur, who's eyes were wide, and fur on end. They're bluffing, there's no way they know! He would've said something this morning when he saw me!

"I'm sorry, Grace. You should go back to camp." Kole directed his attention to the rebel, who didn't move. Kole rolled his eyes and unsheathed his claws. "Go to camp, now." He snarled. Grace darted away in the direction of the boardwalk, and the charcoal tabby turned his full attention back to Sparkfur. "So, would you like to explain to me why you, a clan cat, are here?" He growled. She swore there was a slight smirk on his face.

"I-I'm not a clan cat! I'm just like you: a rebel!" Spark half pleaded.

"Yeah, sure. We'll have to take this conversation up to the roof." He tipped his head up. Just barely in the dusk sky, the flat roof of the Stone Camp could be made out. Her mouth parted slightly.

"Isn't that where the leader is...?" She whispered.

"Yeah, and don't get your hopes up. I'll be there the whole time so you be able to lay a claw on him, like your clan told you to do." He nudged her toward the door, and she reluctantly went.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She was scrambling to keep her story together. Can't fall apart now. The pressing need to tear his pelt off wasn't as present as their earlier meeting: now she just wanted to get away. She went up the steps, and Kole kept shoving her to go faster, and she'd hiss a sharp remark.

"I remember you, you know. You can stop pretending." He noted, glancing at her with a hint of malice.

"Yeah, you saw me this morning." She growled.

"No, no!" He laughed gently, coming to a stop at a landing between two flights of stairs. She parted her mouth as she caught her breath. "We killed that tom. It was supposed to be in and out, but you were there. I'm sure you remember." He narrowed his eyes, a smile playing across his muzzle. Her few was hot and bristling. There was no way she could stay undercover anymore, he knew. There's was no denying it.

"His name was Ryeheart." She growled, her eyes dark. She forced herself not to cry-- not in front of a murderer. And for some reason, at seeing her upset reaction, he began padding up the next set of stairs as if it had never happened.

"Come on, the leader wishes to see you." He glanced over his shoulder to see her reaction. She sprinted past him, skidding to a stop ahead at the top of that landing.

"Not until you tell me why you killed him!" She snapped, the outline of her fur barely visible in the dark stairwell.

"I don't have time to talk. Let's hurry up and see him, then you'll know. Before he kills you, of course," he smiled as he brushed past her. He smelled like a mix of rouge, pine, and stale air. "I'd hate to get blood on my paws, but he's not much of a pacifist. And he's got it out for clan cats!" He sprinted up the steps with the last sentence, and she streaked after him.

At the top, there was a door. Cold air seeped in through the long broken window, boxes piled up next to it. Kole climbed up and looked down at her. "Come on then! We haven't got all night." Spark blinked.

This was the whole point of coming here. The whole point. Everything was paying off. I refuse to die before I get that stupid kit out of here. I still have responsibilities. I still have Frostheart, I'm sure she still needs help with fight training. And Berryfoot would probably love to see some of the fighting techniques I learned. He was always such a geek about that.

She breathed out, not realizing she had been holding her breathe, and climbed up the boxes. Cold air blasted her in the face as she looked out the shattered, thin window.

"After you," she said curtly, and Kole obliged by squeezing out the window: his broad frame didn't fir nearly as well as her own long and slim one. She landed on her paws.

There was a small barrier the height of a full grown cat that lined the roof, and it was mostly dark. Just the half-moon dimly lit up the flat top. She could just make out the figure of a cat huddled up in the shadows, and Kole stood off to the side of her. His face was glowing. He was excited to see this go down.

"Just wait till you hear him talk." Kole whispered, his eyes never leaving the spot of where she assumed that putrid smell of rouge was coming from. "He's a great story teller!"

"Is this who you were talking about?" Came a low voice. Her fur prickled, she couldn't help it. Her heart was beating, faster and faster.

Asterfoot would tell me to calm down or else he'd have to give me lavender.

"Yes, Father." Kole bowed his head, but his green eyes peeled to see the golden tabby warrior.

"Well then." The cat moved out of the shadows. Her heart seemed to stop

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