Legacy: Timeless (Book 2)

Chapter 43: Clashing

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Chapter 43: Clashing

"His name is Flightfrost," Raven mewed, her words nearly torn away by the wind as they raced over the moor. Painted followed behind Scorch as the red and black she-cat pounded half a tail-length behind Raven over the moor.

"He's the oldest remaining Clan cat from the original WindClan," Raven continued, dashing around a curve and pushing through a thick patch of heather. The black she-cat slowed down and Scorch strayed to her side.

"Has he been part of any revolution before?" Scorch thought of the thick muscled tabby that had taken the sneering of Pinefur's cats with a cold demeanor. 'Frost' definitely fit right with him.

Raven shook her head, "I didn't have that much inside information and WindClan only tried once to free themselves. ThunderClan is much more engaging in that sort of thing. He neither led it nor was he against it."

"That might mean he's not interested in starting a revolution and won't help us," Painted growled.

Scorch shook her head in dissent. "It also may mean he didn't want to be part of something sure to fail. If he's an older cat he will have more influence on the other cats and will be able to let the cats know safely and efficiently; Raven, which WindClan cats are spies for Pinefur?"

The black she-cat paused and hesitated. "I only saw one cat actually give themselves away."

"Well, who was it?" Painted demanded.

"It was a young tom named Bouncepelt- he's got an orange and white pelt with bright amber eyes. Acts friendly and unsuspecting but I think Pinefur's promise of deputyship was too much for him to resist." Raven shook her head in disappointment and Painted rolled her eyes.

"Well, we can avoid him and tell other cats to avoid him. Any other cats?" Painted asked.

Raven nodded, "An apprentice named Deerpaw. The only apprentice in WindClan, unless she became a warrior. But I only suspect her, I never actually saw her betray any cat."

Scorch frowned, "Then we'll have to avoid her until we can confirm or deny her position with Pinefur." Scorch nodded in front of them. The hunting patrol they had been tailing was running around on the hill that stood across from them. Flightfrost stood there, more pieces of prey slung over his shoulders.

"How will we get his attention without attracting the others?" Painted whispered.

"We wait for them to move on ahead. Flightfrost is tailing them and he obviously isn't that hurried about it," Raven answered.

"But what if he alerts them to us?" Painted shifted her paws, looking less irritated and more worried.

"I don't think he will. He saw me, but didn't say anything to them. I think he hates them so much that he wouldn't want to help them at all if he could help it," Scorch mewed. "But I think that I should approach him first before he sees you two."

"No!"

"Out of the question."

Raven and Painted growled in unison as they turned on her. "Why not?" Scorch looked up at them.

"If he does attack you, you can't win," Painted growled.

"I don't think he will. And I am a kit- or at least, I look like one- if he is a warrior, he will not attack me. Besides, one small cat is much less imposing than three cats," Scorch mewed.