Opened Eyes (Book One Moonlight)

Chapter 7

  "Hello?" he yowled. Darkness filled the air as he padded a mysterious place. A glow came from a corner lighting up his way as he followed it. "Stormchaser" said a mysterious cat who had blocked his way. "Who are you?" he asked surprisingly, his fur on his pelt stick on end. "I am your mother, Snowpelt" she said a glow in her eyes. He recognized the sweet smell that flowed from her pelt, and his fur lay flat again. "Where are we?" he questioned. "We are in your dream. I have a message for you though." she said eerily. "What is it?"

"Only the storm can save the clan" she said disappearing into the sky. "What do you mean!" he yelled. Slowly her scent lingered out of his nostrils.

"Stop moving!" Skinnypelt said frustrated. Light filtered the den as he woke up and stretched. He padded out of the den and headed for the fresh kill pile. He picked out a vole as Windpool and Dustpelt padded past to the warriors' den. He finished his meal quickly and padded to where Graypelt was sending out the dawn patrol. "Stormchaser there you are! You can join the dawn patrol with  Brokenjaw and Shadowpelt" he ordered, pointing his tail toward the two cats at the tunnel. Stormchaser nodded and ran toward them. The three cats padded out and headed for the Leafclan border. He sniffed the border vigorously   trying to scent the warriors who had attacked Windpool when she was an apprentice. The scent he could smell was faint. "Can you two smell anything, cause I can't" Shadowpelt meowed. Brokenjaw and Stormchaser shook their heads, and followed Shadowpelt who was already leaving toward the camp. On the way back they had caught some prey to put in the fresh kill pile.  By the time they got back, the sun was fully in the sky, casting amber streaks to wave in the clouds.  Cats bundled the middle of the camp, distress in their eyes. "What happened?" Stormchaser asked horror in his eyes as he stepped into a sticky substance. He nudged the cats and walked to the front. He stared in horror at what he saw. Cloudfur was dead. "Cloudfur!" he yowled, despair in his voice and expression with despair. He dropped onto the ground as if his own body couldn't' hold the weight of his sadness. Blood clung to his fur as he nudged the limp body. Frostfur burst out of the Medicine Cats' Den carrying herbs. She helped cats who were injured and patched up the injuries. "What happened?" Shadowpelt asked her fur bristled. "Leafclan attacked" Frostfur mewed wrapping up Longclaws' leg. Stormchaser could smell the foul scent of Leafclan linger in his nose, as well as Cloudfurs' soft and sweet scent.

That night he could not sleep. Images of bloodthirsty Leafclan filled his mind as well as despair for his loss. What would he do now? He sighed and closed his eyes. Oh Starclan help me.