Book 1 - Warriors: The Shadow Outcast

Chapter Twenty-five

"I wish to join your Clan," Rainfur replied, leaving the ShadowClan Warriors around him to whisper and murmur amongst themselves. "I wish to help you in your fight against ThunderClan." Nightstar seemed excited, but he was hiding it.

"Why do you want to fight against ThunderClan?" asked Nightstar. "I know they have exiled you, but—"

"I am not here for revenge," Rainfur hissed. "If I were, ShadowClan wouldn't exist at this moment. I have come to kill Sharpstar." Nightstar tilted his head in curiosity.

"And why is that?" asked the noble leader. "He's done nothing yet."

"Nothing that you know of, at least," Rainfur muttered, his eyes narrowed darkly. "I know everything that has been going on at ThunderClan. The beatings, the pain, and the deaths. I know everything. He plans to execute my kits, just because I am the father. He plans to kill Robinwing, my mate, as well. I want him stopped. I want him killed before something bad happens. Now that I have the power to do it, I will."

"And why do you need to join my Clan to do so?" asked Nightstar.

"I don't need to, but I want to," Rainfur told the elder leader. "I remember the last day I was here. I remember your welcome, and I wish to take the offer. If it's still available, that is." Nightstar sighed as he looked to his Warriors. All of them looked uncertain, but Nightstar made the final decision.

"I will let you join my Clan," said Nightstar. "However, before I announce it to the rest of ShadowClan, I must talk to my senior Warriors. They knew better than I do sometimes, especially when hope is guiding me." Rainfur nodded in understanding before sitting down and watching as Nightstar gathered his senior Warriors, talking to them quietly.

Sweetclaw walked up to him with a bit of worry in her eyes, making Rainfur a bit uncomfortable. However, she puffed out her chest and gathered her courage, sitting next to him with bravery.

Sweetclaw was like Rainfur's apprentice. He'd taught her so many things, and she listened so well. Sweetclaw had grown very smart since her trip to Daniel's house, and had even become a better Warrior. This relationship was one that Rainfur was proud to have.

"You know, there's nothing to be afraid of," said Rainfur, still keeping watch on Nightstar and his Warriors. "I'm still the same boring cat you claimed as your brother eight moons ago."

"I'm not afraid," Sweetclaw snapped, a determined look in her eye. "I am just worried that Nightstar won't accept us."

"You aren't worried at all, Sweetclaw," Rainfur murmured. "I can see it in your eyes that you're afraid. Please don't be. It'll keep me sane for just a little while longer."

"I'm just not used to seeing you so. . .so dark. . ." Sweetclaw murmured, looking at her paws. "You're like a mentor to me now, but when I see you like that, it's so scary. . . it just reminds me of when Jactur was out of control. . ."

"It won't happen again, I promise," Rainfur soothed. "Jactur is nicer now, and he doesn't want to kill. He's just a new friend that has actually taken the time to train me to my needs." Sweetclaw sighed, looking up to him with her blue eyes.

"How am I supposed to know that?" asked Sweetclaw. "I've never even met him." Rainfur sighed, dropping the subject quickly. He didn't want to talk about it, but he didn't want Sweetclaw to be afraid either.

You know you can actually show me to people, right? Asked Jactur, sounding quite bored.

No! I didn't! Rainfur hissed. How?

Well, there's two ways, actually, said Jactur. The first one, the easiest, is to just let me take control completely and merely talk to the people you want me to talk to. Of course, our scar would glow and our eyes would be dark blue, so I'd suggest doing it privately if you so ever wish. The second way is to actually bring them into our mind. When they're asleep is when they're the best to get. Just make sure to tell them that it isn't just a dream.