Book 1 - Warriors: The Shadow Outcast

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rainfur was still confined to camp, but now he didn't care. The war was coming, and he needed his strength. He knew now that there was a reason he was supposed to be strong. For his kits. For Robinwing. For everyone.

Flamepelt had already been informed of the invasion apparently, and he had told them that he knew Silvershine from WindClan. She was a spy for RiverClan it seemed, so they were well informed. Flamepelt had returned the favour by telling them that Sharpstar had been planning to attack the day after they finally would. This meant they needed to work quickly.

Mudkit, Tigerkit and Cloverkit were at first refused their apprentice ceremonies because Nightstar did not want apprentices that young in the war. However, Rainfur had intervened and told Nightstar that they deserved to be apprentices because their hearts were as strong as Featherpaw's and Runningpaw's. Hesitantly, Nightstar finally gave in and held the ceremony just a day ago.

Right now, the apprentices were training with their new mentors. Tigerpaw had gotten Tawnyfoot, Cloverpaw had gotten Cinderpelt and Mudpaw had gotten Spottedfur. Rainfur knew that they would be in the patrol in which would save Robinwing, and that was exactly where he wanted them. After all, they were the ones who'd been determined to save her.

Featherpaw and Runningpaw had also gotten their Warrior names at last. It was now Featherflight and Runningclaw, and boy were they proud of themselves. Just annoyingly so, nothing big.

Now that Stormpaw understood exactly what would happen if they were to fight, he was a little shy on being put in a battle patrol, but Rainfur insisted. Stormpaw needed to be close to him if something did go wrong, so it was only fair that Stormpaw went with him. This would be trouble if his scar was scratched, but they had trained loads. Rainfur just hoped that Stormpaw's other half would show up soon.

So, in Rainfur's mind, everything was okay. The battle patrols were set, the plan was simply to have three battle patrols filled with RiverClan and ShadowClan cats in each territory waiting to fight WindClan and ThunderClan. The three battle patrols attacking WindClan would try and kill Rosestar while also sneaking Robinwing out as well as keeping the regular Warriors down all at the same time. The three battle patrols in ThunderClan would be trying to keep everyone away from Rainfur and Sharpstar. It was simple, strong, and not impossible. It was perfect.

Something still seemed wrong though. What about Jactur? Rainfur needed him to fight Sharpstar, but if the tom wasn't present, he was useless against a leader with nine lives. Rainfur hadn't heard him at all since Jactur had figured that little life-or-death detail, and he was beginning to become really worried.

"Rainfur, Flamepelt has confirmed the resistances awareness of the planned invasion," a she-cat suddenly said to him, bringing Rainfur out of his thoughts. He looked up and nodded to the patrol leader.

"Thank you," said Rainfur. "Report to Nightstar before returning to your duties please." The she-cat dipped her head respectively before walking away, leaving Rainfur in peace again.

It's either tomorrow or the day after, Rainfur thought to himself. I'll have my kits. I'll have Robinwing. I can't believe it. After seven moons. . .

"Rainfur, there has been report from Silvershine," a tom told him as he walked up. "Those who can be trusted in WindClan know of the planned invasion. They are waiting patiently." Rainfur nodded.

"What about Robinwing?" asked Rainfur anxiously.

"She's doing fine according to Silvershine," the tom reported. "She knows of what we plan to do. Silvershine has made sure she's ready to move." Rainfur nodded.

"Thank you," he told the tom. "I'll report it to Nightstar." The tom dipped his head before disappearing. It was at that moment that Sweetclaw of all cats walked up.