Warriors The Forbidden Journey: Heartless

Chapter Nine- the Dark side

I looked at Icewing as her stunning blue eyes glanced at me, and I realized she meant for Whitepaw to become a warrior. I chuckled, and said, "Not quite-" and turned my head towards StarClan, "- she must prove herself worthy to StarClan." I looked back at the white warrior next to me, "I guess that's true." Icewing mumbled.

My belly growled at the sight of so much prey, and I repicked up a vole. "Icewing," I called after the trailing she-cat, "want to share?" She mewed in delight and came to me.

We gobbled up the stringy rodent with a need. It was terrifyingly disgusting in all its ways, but so, almost rich, and high mannered, just to eat- even if it was the tiniest, skimpiest vole in the forest.

With our stomachs satisfied, I took to the job of gathering moss for the new apprentices. Treading out into the snow-thick ashes and ice of ThunderClan territory, I spied for a sliver of moss or leaves.

The green would stand out, I thought, continued scanning tree trunks and the covered ground. Finding a bit of browning and frailing fern, I took to the stem and tore it straight out of its roots.

"Hupfufy tis el hemp," I mumble and follow my path back to camp- warm, solid camp. I trot a sharp left into the little log. The den brought back memories, of before all these tragedies.

A picture of Lionstar flashed my mind, and my legs went limp. A gasp for fresh air escaped me, and I sat for a moment.

Lionstar. Sunstar. Dovewing. Soon Foxstar for all StarClan knows. I thought. "Sol." I said aloud, and suddenly, I flicked my head to the sound of a gentle, cunning voice.

"Sol?" It said. I knew exactly who it was, and I couldn't bare it. My heart crumbled and I lost my sight. I smelled him. I felt his stare. I heard him breathing. Floaty objects clouded my vision, fore I was squeezing my eyes to tightly shut.

I was in a cloudy place. But the clouds would always be different here. They were at a constant swirl and very shaded. The ground was untrimmed and, where I was standing, had slight, worn splotches of blood.

"Sol?!" It yelled, merely a question. "Get out of my head!" I screeched with tears in my still closed eyes. I knew my surrounding by memory of this wretched place.

I opened my eyes to find a white she-cat with fearing blue eyes standing across from me. "Onestream, what's happening?" She asked, I looked at her, and meowed, "Take a hint, Icewing. We're in the Dark Forest."

Of course, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but in this place, all that matters is how much blood you have left in your veins. She- Icewing- seemed confused. We did nothing wrong. It was Sol, and possibly Bumblestripe. The warrior gave me suspicion.

Except, that would never matter in the lives we faced.