Warriors: The Curse: Book #2 A Shadow Lurking

Chapter 4

*I will be switching point's of view from the different clans now*

BreezeClan

Gingerstar sat on top of the Rock Ledge gazing around her new clan. The only BreezeClan cats that were left were Thunderblaze, Swiftclaw, Sheepstorm, Sparrowflight, Rabbitfoot, Haypaw, Witheredpaw, and all the queens and elders.

"You did a good job hunting today," Gingerstar heard Sparrowflight praise his new apprentice, Bloodpaw, from TreeClan. "Don't bother praising me!" The dark apprentice snapped. "You're still a stupid BreezeClan flea-brain!"

Gingerstar watched her stomp to the apprentices den. She jumped off the highrock and padded over to her son.

"It's ok," she murmured, licking his ear. "She'll get used to you."

Sparrowflight nodded and padded to the camp entrance. "I'm going hunting!" He called to her.

Gingerstar padded to the apprentices den. "Yeah," said Haypaw. "TreeClan cats are stupid!" Gingerstar waited outside the entrance, quietly listening to the apprentices' conversation. "And worthless," Witheredpaw added with a snicker.

"How dare you offend TreeClan like that!" Came Bloodpaw's furious hiss.

Gingerstar stomped into the den. "Enough!" She snarled. She turned her furious gaze on the two BreezeClan apprentices. "You two can go clean the elders den and the nursery!" She heard an annoyed his come from Witheredpaw as they stomped out of the den.

Gingerstar sighed and looked sympathetically at Bloodpaw, who was looking down at her paws. "I'm sorry," she murmured. She padded over the apprentice and gently rested her tail across her shoulders. "I'm sure you miss TreeClan."

Bloodpaw glared at her. "Of course I miss my clan! It was that idiot Foxstar's idea to do this!" she hissed. "I still don't trust that fox-heart!"

Gingerstar thought for a moment. Was Bloodpaw right? Why would Foxstar all of a sudden be nice to Firestar. She stared at the apprentice. "Well?" Bloodpaw demanded.

"I-I don't know," Gingerstar said.

"I knew you wouldn't understand!" Bloodpaw spat. She shook her tail off her shoulders and stomped out of the den.

Could Bloodpaw really be right?

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Bloodpaw stomped through the heather in BreezeClan territory.

"Stupid cat," she muttered. "I hope she doesn't come running to me when she finds out I'm right!"

"Ah," said a low voice behind her. Bloodpaw spun around, her fur bristling. "Who's there!" She demanded. A dark tabby slowly arose from the heather.

Bloodpaw stared up at him. "W-who are you," she stammered.

"My name doesn't matter right now," he said. The tom sat down and curled his tail around his paws. "I see you're having troubles in BreezeClan."

"How do you know?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm from StarClan," he said. "I've been watching you. Anyways, I can give you battle practice. To make you stronger and be able to show those kittypets that you're stronger than they are!"

Bloodpaw stared blankly at him. "You must really hate BreezeClan."

"They killed my father."

Bloodpaw looked away. "Oh."

"But think about my offer," he growled. "I'll train you if you promise to do something for me."

"I promise," Bloodpaw said.

The tom frowned. "You don't know what you're promising yet."

Bloodpaw flattened her ears in embarrassment. "Oh, right."

"You have to promise to be on my side when the time comes. To use your power with me. To fight with The Dar- I mean StarClan! Do you promise to do that?"

Bloodpaw dipped her head to him. "I promise."

The tom nodded in approval, his eyes glowing. "Good. Now I have to go." He turned away and started vanishing into the heather, but turned around, his amber eyes glowing.

"By the way," he growled. "My name is Tigerstar."