Warrior Cats:Two-Faced

Chapter 2: Freezepaw

I stood in water almost up to my nose, cats rushing about, some with kits, some with apprentices, some with just themself. It was quite a horrifying sight to see. Some cats were even under the water, drowned or in the process of drowning.

I did nothing because there was nothing I could do. I didn't want to, because I knew that no matter how many warriors we lost, no one would be there to help us.

Except her. I tore my attention away from the struggling cats and up to the Cliffside. On top of it, a young she-cat stood pridefully, though I knew that she would probably be in tears by the time I reached her.

Looking around, there didn't appear to be anyone who needed to be helped, I hoped. I managed to swim through the high water, struggling, considering it was hard to swim with only three paws in use.

At the thought, once I reached the shallow water, I glanced down at my wounded leg, recalling how the water had knocked rocks with jagged sides onto my leg and practically shredded it.

I winced as I limped up to the ledge where the prideful she-cat stood. Her fur was soaking went and clung to her body, and she tried to hide her shivering when she noticed my approached.

I pressed my side to hers gently and she slightly flinched with a surprised hiss but soon calmed down. "Don't worry, it's useless to fight now. Our clans are going through a devastating time."

The she-cat nodded and finally looked at me. She looked minimally disgusted to see me. She flicked her tail to let me know that she acknowledged my offer of peace but made no comment.

I had no time to be fooling with her anyway. Instead, I went to the makeshift den where the kits were being cared for. It was slightly unsteady and the kits were restless anyway.

Noticing my behaviour, a thunderclan queen approached me. "You look stressed." She mewed matter-of-factly. I grumbled, knowing she was right, but stressed was all I could feel at the moment.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, and I shot her a sharp glare. She got the hint. "I mean, other than all this with the flood and all..." She added quickly. I sighed, giving in to her endless sense of kindness towards me and my bad attitude.

"It's willowfur. Ever since the last gathering she attended, he's been seeming a bit bitter. Is she like that to anyone else?" I asked. The queen burst into laughter. I growled. "What's so funny?"

The beautiful thunderclan queen cleared her throat, regaining her composure. "She's a queen, you furball." She meowed with a good-natured laugh. I almost felt like someone had drove their claws straight through my heart.

"She's having terrible mood swings, but her most common mood just seems to be pretty bitter. She's like thst to everyone. How did you not notice?" The black queen replied.

I thought deeply for a moment. I realized she had seemed a bit more plump when I walked up to her but I didn't want her to think I was rude.

I glanced out the den and my la dropped wide open. She was speaking to another cat, halfway turned in my direction but not yet realizing that I was watching her. I felt stupid. Why?

Because clear as a Greenleaf day, was her black and ginger belly, swollen as ever, and heavy with kits, and I had reason to believe that she would have a rather large litter, because her belly was huge, and she seemed very uncomfortable.

"When are her kits due?" I asked out of the blue. However I spoke to loud and she heard me. Willowkit looked up at me, ears flat, and tail curled up and spiky by her belly. She seemed like she was about to speak to me before beginning to complain about a painful belly ache to the cat she was with.

"Does that answer your question any better than I could Ever? I think that would be a yes. " the windclan queen meowed. I nodded. She smiled, but it soon faded. "And about Riverheart..."

My ears pricked up at the something of my mate. "Did she have the kits while I was down there? Is she going to? Is she alright? Is she-"

"She's dead, Freezestream."

I took a gasping breath, jolting out of my sleep. I had been having the same reocurring dream for a moon ever since I became an apprentice.

I glanced out the den to realize that I shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place. It was nearly sunhigh and other cats were bustling around.

I felt something poke my back and I jumped and turned around, taking a deep breath, seeing the beautiful face of my sister. Her blue eyes gleamed happily as she watched me, her silver tabby fur glimmering in the sunlight that filtered in.

"Frozenpaw, I thought you would be out training by now." I meowed in confusion. "Russetpelt hates it when you're late." I added, my eyes narrowing a bit, knowing my sister wasn't normally one to be to defiant.

"Actually, Russetpelt went on a patrol and left me here. He said he scented another clan on our territory, maybe two. I don't know where he is, but he sure hasn't come back yet." Frozenpaw meowed, flicking her ear, clearly puzzled as well.

I couldn't help but feel a slight shiver run down my spine. No clan was very fond of us. I don't know why, it's just how it all seems to be, as if history was meant to be this way. I also couldn't help but feel that something bad might happen, causing me to stay tense.

Frozenpaw gave me a few quick comforting licks, allowing me to relax a bit more. She smiled and we padded out of the apprentices den and headed to the fresh kill pile where we decided to share a large fish.

I almost choked on the prey in my mouth as Russetpelt burst into the camp, out of breath though howling relentlessly loud. "A WINDCLAN PATROL IS HEADING THIS WAY!"