He peered into the den to see a vole lying at the edge of his nest. It looked fine, but when he sniffed at its fur, it smelled rotten and had the tang of sickness on it. He used his paws to nudge it out of the den. He saw Goosefeather poking his head out of the elders' den.
The bedraggled old tom walked stiffly over and glared at the crow food. "Evil, danger. Lurking everywhere. Thistles and rivers of blood joining. Soon, there won't be any safety. Must be stopped. Must be..." Goosefeather's voice faded as he backed away, a distant look in his eyes.
Whitepaw's fur pickled fearfully. What had he been talking about? He shook his head, trying to clear it. It didn't matter. All he wanted to do was sleep. He took the vole to the ravine and buried it in the ground.
Tigerpaw was in his nest, grooming his dark tabby fur, when Whitepaw returned. He shot a sly look at Whitepaw as the white tom settled into his nest. He closed his eyes and was just dozing off when a law shook him.
He opened his eyes to see Tigerpaw looming over him, amber eyes glittering.
"I can't sleep," he mewed innocently. "Can you help me practice my battle moves?"
Whitepaw yawned. "Come on, Tigerpaw! I almost drowned today! Let me sleep."
"Fine. We can practice another time." Tigerpaw's fur was sticking up a little with agitation, and his eyes glared at his denmate with dislike.
Whitepaw ignored him, wondering if the dark tabby had put the crow food in his nest. He shoved it to the back of his mind and went to sleep, hoping to dream of his mother.
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Whitestorm's Wisdom (BACK AGAIN)
FanficHe lost his mother. He is determined to put the clan first. He is young, but not a fool. Follow Whitestorm through his kithood and apprenticeship.
