Warriors Fanfiction: Super Edition-Owlflight's Path

Chapter Seven

Hi!!
DISCLAIMER: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, only the story is mine, and of course my OC Clans and cats!

A/N: I changed Ravenheart to Ravenleaf. So if her name comes up in the future, it's not a typo. I just thought it was a sweet way to honor Hollyleaf!

ENJOY!

Chapter Seven

They'd been traveling for three sunrises and were impatient for another sign.

"Why can't StarClan be clearer?" Owlflight whined as she trodded on a thorn. "Maybe then I wouldn't-" Leafpool sighed.

"Owlflight. StarClan cannot hold our paws and guide our every step. Nor can they protect you from thorns," she said with a glimmer of amusement in her endlessly patient amber eyes. "When StarClan is ready, we will receive a sign," the medicine cat said wisely. "Now, let me see your paw."

Owlflight sighed, holding her paw out so that Leafpool could tend to the thorn. Owlflight missed home, but could sense something great was going to happen. The group was nearing a large, busy Twolegplace, and tensions were rising. While Owlflight could feel the prophecy growing,  Buzzardwing flinched at the thought of nearing a large Twolegplace. From where they camped, they could already see its light.

"Why not go around the Twolegplace?" Buzzardwing sniped as the three journeying cat discussed their next steps. Owlflight shook her head.

"No! It doesn't feel right! My paws are guiding me to the Twolegplace.." Buzzardwing snorted.

"Don't be naive, Owlflight! Why would StarClan want us to go through such an awful and dangerous place?!" Leafpool raised her tail.

"Sometimes the path StarClan lays out for us isn't always the easiest. We will go through the Twolegplace. So get some rest," she sighed heavily before continuing, "We have a long day ahead of us."

•••

The Twolegplace was awful. Owlflight never regretted a decision as much as this. Noise blared around her everywhere, overwhelming her sense. The local cats called this awful place a city. What terrified Owlflight the most wasn't the many monsters that zoomed past her, but the choking, suffocating feeling that the rising Twoleg nests gave her. They rose taller than trees and seemed a wind away from collapsing onto her. Buzzardwing looked no better, but Owlflight followed Leafpool dutifully, and Buzzardwing followed Owlflight.

"We should find some cat who can direct us out of here," Leafpool meowed at last. Buzzardwing sighed in relief and looked around. She pointed to a small path between the tall nests. Leafpool nodded, leading the cats over there. In the dim secluded path, Owlflight could see what caught their attention. A stocky, silver tom was rummaging through the silver boulders that Twolegs sent their crowfood. Owlflight wrinkled her nose at the acrid scent. By StarClan, Twolegs were filthy! Leafpool lifted her head.

"Greetings!" She called hesitantly. The silver tom stopped rummaging and lifted his head slowly, his yellow eyes flashing ominously. Owlflight shivered. "Leafpool, this is a bad idea," she said lowly. The medicine cat only flicked her tail at her. The silver tom paused before lumbering toward them warily.

"Greetings," he said cautiously, glancing between the she cats a tad mistrustfully, "Why are you in my territory?" He asked calmly. Buzzardwing's whiskers twitched as she eyed the silver boulders and the tom rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm aware I'm defending trashcans," he snapped, and Buzzardwing sat back.

"I'm sorry," Leafpool said quickly, shooting the younger she cats a look, "We are lost, and need some guidance out of this place. I am Leafpool and this is Owlflight," her tail flicked over at the mottled brown tabby, "and Buzzardwing." The pointed to the white she cat. The silver tom wrinkled his nose, but his eyes gleamed, sending a shiver through Owlflight.