Legacy (Book 1)

Chapter 8: Breaking Rules And Promises

Chapter 8: Breaking Rules and Promises

Rainstone sneezed as dust rose as she took out her herbs. A moon of being back in the cave, and she was ready to scream. All she did was check her herbs and play along with the toms games. She didn't even have much time with Pepper, he was gone so much. And she hadn't had one more dream since she'd returned! She was beginning to think it had all been in her head...

Although, Whisper had become an even closer friend and they'd often go out to collect herbs together with heir mates. "Do you have any extra Tormentil?" Whisper asked from where she was checking her herbs on the other side of the den, snapping her out of her irritated thoughts.

Rainstone sniffed, "A little," she muttered, grabbing the root and padding over to Whisper, handing her the root.

Whisper nodded, "I'll get some more in the next few days," she mewed, her voice, which never shook from patience, was as calm and friendly as always. Figures, if I loved Night like she loves Pepper, then it might be easier.

Annoyance flashed through her, how could Whisper stand it? "What's the point of all this?!" she hissed, her fur fluffing up and her tail lashing behind her.

Whisper didn't look surprised by her sudden anger. "The point of what?" she asked calmly, her green eyes gazing into hers like green pools of water.

"The point of gatherings herbs! We hardly ever use them, but all we ever do is mess around with herbs! I hate it!" she spat, her tail lashing behind her as she paced impatiently, her paws prickling against the cool stone.

Whisper moved in front of her, the taller she-cat blocking her way, she glared up at the silver she-cat. "Rainstone, you need to calm down, its dangerous to question your duty, you should be honored to be able to help your mate," Whisper mewed in a low and serious tone, her green eyes piercing her so sharply that she had to look away in embarrassment.

She sighed, though she still found it hard to breathe in the dusty den, "Fine, but I don't feel honored, I feel used." Whisper blinked sympathetically.

"I know, but you have to live with it, you might try looking at the positive things rather then the negative things," Whisper mewed, her dark flecked fur shimmering in the strong sunlight of the afternoon.

Rainstone's nose twitched, it was too warm in the cave, she missed the cold taste of the wind. "What kind of positive things? We don't get to do anything important!" she snapped.

"We don't get to do anything dangerous," Whisper countered, her voice still patient.

Rainstone flicked her tail, "I'd rather be doing dangerous things," she grumbled, shoving her herbs back in place.

"You will be," Whisper mewed.

Rainstone flicked her ears, "What does that mean?" she growled.

"It can't be long before you get a Trainee to instruct, and if she's anything like you, it'll be dangerous," Whisper purred, but Rainstone was hardly amused.

"Except there are no fighter kits at the moment," she snapped discouragingly.

Whisper nodded, "True, but there should be before long anyways," she mewed.

Rainstone growled, her tail whisking behind her as she stalked out of the den, leaving Whisper behind.

"Hey little kitty," she flattened her ears at Sleet's annoying mew.

"You're lucky Night's not here right now," she muttered, too low for him to hear.

"Do you want to go get some fresh-kill?" Sleet asked, sidling up to her.

"Go ask your own mate," she snapped, stalking away before he could clip her ears, "Its against the rules for me to go," she growled over her shoulder.