Miracles do Happen ~ A Warrior cat story ~ {BEING REWRITTEN!}

7.

Berrypaw stretched, her muscles rippling under her smooth pelt. It was mid-Dawn and Berrypaw wanted to show Whitebreeze how easily she could find herbs. "Whitebreeze!" Berrypaw whisper mewed. The sleek white tom shuffled a bit before blinking his eyes open. "Yeah?" He asked, still laying down. "I'm going to go find some herbs." He nodded and lay his head back down. Berrypaw stood all the way up and padded out of the den, ready to go find some herbs. She went through a checklist in her mind. We need Yarrow, cobwebs, colts- suddenly a thump on the ground beside her made her look down and she forgot all about herbs. Her green eyes scanned the ground to see a small ginger long-furred tom kit. He looked up at her with his green eyes. "Sorry." He mewed. Berrypaw laughed and grabbed the kit so he could stand back up. "It's ok." Berrypaw chuckled. The flame red kit was cute and had a strong will. Berrypaw had recently watched him play with the other kits. He was one of the kits from Mousepelts litter, the second kit being a dark ginger tom kit. The warm breeze ruffled Berrypaws fur and she sat down to avoid the warm air. The kit mewed to her, his voice sparked with excitement. "What happened to your foot?" Berrypaw looked down at her right foot and frowned. "I got it caught in a twoleg trap." She sounded dismayed as she sighed.

"Hey why don't you go play with Rowankit?" A skinny she-cat queen walked out from the nursery. The queen signaled to a tall muscular dark ginger tom kit with glowing amber eyes. Rowankit was also Flamekits brother. The tiny tom kit sighed and padded off with his brother. "You know," Mousepelt started, padding over to Berrypaw and sitting down. Berrypaw cleaned her paws then her head while Mousepelt spoke. "You are a good apprentice....and you would have made a fine Warrior!" She purred. Berrypaw resembled fake happiness and looked up at the queen. "I...I don't know maybe I was destined for this..." Berrypaw trailed off as she watched the dawn patrol rush in from outside. Leaf-fall was settling in, fast and fresh kill had been just a little scarce especially since Ice clan only hunted rabbits and voles mostly and some birds. One of the Warriors from the patrol, Brackenwhisker walked up to Berrypaw. The lithe brown tabby making his way gingerly across the clearing. Berrypaw flicked her tail in greeting. "Yes Brackenwhisker?" She purred, standing back up, Mousepelt retreating to the Nursery.
"Umm we found something on our patrol..." Berrypaw eyed him curiously.
"Welll What is it?"
"Whitebreeze already knows but I suppose you need to know." Berrypaw twitched her ear irritated.
"What Brackenwhisker?" She demanded. She then noticed two Warriors dragging something into camp, another cat! Berrypaw rushed over, Whitebreeze at her side. "Who is this, and what happened?" A weak silver furred she-cat lay in the middle of the crowd of cats. She had the smell of rouge all over her, and another scent Berrypaw recognized, Grayheart. Suddenly the cat opened her eyes, reviled dark blue pools of sadness. "My name is...Brook and I'm Stones sister..." Berrypaw looked at this cat in confusion. "Stone?" Berrypaw mewed, bending down to her the she-cats soft words. "Oh I'm sorry I meant...Grayheart." Brook suddenly widened her eyes then she passed out. Berrypaw noticed all of the claw marks and bite marks on the cats torn pelt. Must have got into a fight. Berrypaw thought as she watched Whitebreeze haul her off into the Medicine den. She turned back to Brackenwhisker. "Thank you Brackenwhisker but why did you try not to fight her if she was a rouge?" The tom shifted uncomfortably and trailed his gaze to Swiftstar. "I should talk to him first about it." Berrypaw nodded and whisked off, toward the Medicine den.

"Swiftstar...Swiftstar!" Brackenwhisker mewed from underneath the Jagged Peak. A small head popped up from a ball of fluff and the leader stood up, stretching his back legs.
"Yes Brackenwhisker?"
"Can I talk to you?" Swiftstar nodded and Brackenwhisker softly padded in and sat beside his leader. He then launched himself into how the Dawn patrol found Brook and what she looked like with all the wounds. "And there's one last thing." Brackenwhisker meowed. "Yes?" The leaders old blue eyes rested on Brackenfur. "Well Brook said something and that's partly why we did not kick her out of our territory." Swiftstar curiously nodded and licked his neck fur. "Brook said she wanted to warn us of something, do you possibly think Starclan is trying to send us a message?" Swiftstar shook his head. "Well you said Brook was Grayhearts sister so maybe, if Grayheart had turned to a rouge maybe he is planning something!" Brackenwhisker nodded. "Well you better set the noon patrol please, Brackenwhisker." Swiftstar mewed to his deputy and padded out of the den. Swiftstar feared his nephew was planning something horrible but the real question was, would Starclan help them?