Breezestar's Mistake

Chapter Eleven

It's so quiet, I like it here, Breezestar thought. He lifted his chin in happiness. He heard faint calls of desperation. He didn't budge. He liked the darkness surrounding him, blocking the other noises. He felt a stab of guilt. Or was it from guilt?

"Breezestar! Please wake up!"

The next second Breezestar found himself on the ground again, with Nightmoon hovering him. "Snowfern... she's-" Breezestar silenced her with his tail. He got to his paws once again, his yellow eyes burning with anger. He can guess what happened. He leaped onto the Twoleg who was still there fighting off the cats. Breezestar roared with fury. The
Twoleg stopped, amazed. That's right! Hands of my daughter! Breezestar bit into the Twoleg's neck, hardly, over and over again. No cat has ever seen such battle. The Twoleg's eyes watered from the pain. By now, the Twoleg was defeated with all the help of Snowfern's friends. But before he knew it, the Twoleg once again grabbed the bat and Breezestar was knocked out again.

He found himself back in Foxtail's den. He saw his kits, his mate, and Leopardclaw along with her sister. He struggled to get back to his feet again. He was injured once again, in the leg. "Please don't give me a leg test!" He meowed with a purr beginning to rise up his throat. The cats still looked at him. Not only was Breezestar proud, he was confused. Nightshade looked up at the ceiling. Breezestar suddenly felt her pain. Snowfern was truly dead. Set right next to him. He turned his head, and stared at Snowfern, who was lying right there. He licked her ear softly. Nightmoon muzzled her sister. Breezestar scented fear, sadness, and confusion. "That's it. We'll have to take care of this. I have to tell you all something." He explained how he was being punished, and there may be a fight between all the clans. Stormspeed spoke first. "What do you mean? We're losing too much cats. The other clans are wealthy, though Rippleclan looks kind of weakened," he added. "I kind of know their problem... though," Fuzzycloud said slowly. Stormspeed straightened up, with a worried face saying that FUZZYCLOUD SHOULD SHUT UP!

Now the other cats knew their problem. Their kits were once stolen by Flameclan. Now they also knew why Ripplestar always gave Flamestar dirty looks. They decided to ally with Rippleclan and take the kits back, so they could be allies if the battle actually does come. Breezestar sent a patrol. Smallstep, Froghop, Stormspeed, Fuzzycloud, Whitefur, and Firetail went on it. "Now be careful." Breezestar warned. "Ripplestar gets a bit, um... insane sometimes." Froghop nodded. The senior warrior was still one of the greatest warriors in the clan. He lead the patrol out of the camp and into the swamp.

The Breezeclan leader looked into the warrior's den. There stood Nightshade. "Oh! I was expecting you. And I have news as well," she looked hopeful, even though earlier today her daughter died. She must still be sad at least? Breezestar examined her for a second.

"I'm expecting kits."