Deadstar's Decision (A Warrior Cat FanFic)

Chapter 5

 Deadclaw found himself in a beautiful moor and at first he thought it was Windclan. But then he realized in Windclan it was almost leaf-bare. He gazed around confused until he turned and saw a strange tom. The tom had silvery gray fur and his amber eyes had a strange glow.

Then the tom began to speak, "My name is Mistlefur" his voice had a deep rumble. Deadclaw stared confused.

"What's a mistle?" he asked.

The tome sighed. "It's either like the plant mistletoe or it's like the mistle thrush. You Windclan cats are air brains" he growled.

"Oh sorry" Deadclaw meowed.

"Anyway I was a proud Thunderclan warrior in my time. That was back when Thunderclan was strong now it's waiting for a special cat to make it great again" his voice held a hint of excitement.

"But like you I had to make a difficult choice. It cost my kits their mother's life. I was heart-broken but unlike me you will make the best decision" he meowed his voice thick with grief.

"What do I have to do?" Deadclaw meowed desperately.

Through the swallowing fog you must find the silver flicker of hope, his deep voice rumbled. Deadclaw thrashed in the surrounding darkness.

"No! No! No!" he yelled. "Don't go!" he meowed as he fell into the blackness.

Deadclaw flew up panting and still murmuring flicker of hope. Hollowfrost stared wide-eyed at him. Deadclaw could feel his fur getting hot, Did she know?

"Are you okay?" she meowed gently. "You were yelling no in your sleep. I understand you're still grieving for Lilacsnow" she meowed her voice soft and quiet.

He sighed with relief. She doesn't know, he thought happily. He was still shaking as he sat up, dipping his head to Hollowfrost, and walked out into the clearing.

When he emerged he met the worried faces of Silverpaw and Swallowpaw. They both looked extremely worried. "I'm fine" he meowed giving them a reassuring nudge.

He started padding towards the gorse tunnel that led to the moor. He looked behind to see Swallowpaw and Silverpaw following faithfully.

He smiled as they reached the training hollow. Silverpaw bounded forward. She rolled her eyes as Swallowpaw hopped into the clearing.

"I'll let you handle this Deadclaw" she meowed clearly to full of herself to train with an ameteur.

Deadclaw ignored her and turned to Swallowpaw. Swallowpaw hadn't even noticed her show of arrogance. She was ready to learn.

Deadclaw crouched across from Swallowpaw and Silverpaw signaled for the fight to begin. Deadclaw allowed Swallowpaw to make her move first. She carefully evaluated him and then slowly crouched, bunched up her haunches and lept. Deadclaw flattened himself and she went sailing straight over him. Silverpaw started howling with laughter. Deadclaw turned to look at Swallowpaw and was surprised when sheathed claws batted his face and neck. Surprised he lost his balance and fell backward. He felt paws rake his belly and slashed blindly. He saw a flash of brown fur and swatted his sheathed paw hard. He heard a thump and saw Swallowpaw go flying.

Deadclaw quickly sat up and saw the little bundle of brown fur standing up.

"How did you do that?" she wheezed clearly winded. Silverpaw was watching no longer laughing. Deadclaw felt a hint of pride for Swallowpaw. She was strong for such a feisty little thing.

"I saw your fur and just swatted in anger." he meowed realizing he shouldn't have been able to see her. He must have really good reflexes. He turned and looked at Swallowpaw and then Silverpaw. Bothe she-cat had a part of his heart. He was worried now. What was happening to him. He had just struck Swallowpaw in anger. He would never do that. Is this the prophecy?