Warrior Cats: Rainfall

Chapter Nine

Bonus: The picture above is what Rainfall looks like.

   A little over a moon later, Ashfrost was forced into the nursery. The overwhelming, yet inevitable, feeling of boredom flowed through her veins. She was stuck in a nest for a couple to a few more quarter moons. She felt like a kit itching to become an apprentice once more. However, it was a tolerable experience because of the peace and quiet that she received, and likely to never feel again. At least until she was an elder, but who knows if she'll make it that far? Ashfrost didn't mind if she died before witnessing the peace of being an elder. 

   It was supposed to be greenleaf. Ashfrost snorted to herself at such a thought. Since the warm and welcoming rays of greenleaf touched the forest, she hasn't been able to see the sky. Usually, greenleaf was notorious for its empty, cloudless skies and warm days. But this greenleaf was unlike others. The senior warriors - if you could call them that since the oldest warriors in camp were actually pretty young - and Yang, the Clan's only elder, kept murmuring about how this season was unusual. Ashfrost sniffed, it must be pretty unusual if Yang thinks so. Imagine all the greenleafs he's witnessed.

   The day, like many others since Ashfrost moved into the nursery, slowly faded by. The newly-made queen felt like she was wasting her time. There had to be something she could do. She stood up with a bit of struggle. Not only did the added weight to her belly make it hard, but her limbs ached from laying down nearly all day. She shoved the feeling aside and made her way over to the medicine den, which was connected to the nursery. Inside, Flowerstorm was sorting through herbs. Each herb was in a pile of its own, and a small pile off to the side for the dead, shriveled ones that received too much sunlight, or too little.

   "Flowerstorm?" Ashfrost coughed a little to get the medicine cat's attention.

   The calico she-cat looked up from what she was doing, "Yes, Ashfrost? Are you okay?"

   "Fine," Ashfrost looked around in fake curiosity. "I was wondering if there was anything I could do? My boredom is killing me these days, the hours tick by and it tortures me as if there were hundreds of mice right in front of me and I could not kill them."

   Flowerstorm thought for a moment, "Hm, not much I can think of. You're welcome to walk about the camp, but come back shortly. Your quarter-moonly check-up is due today."

   Ashfrost looked away so the medicine cat couldn't catch her rolling her eyes. After doing so, she nodded at the she-cat, "Thank you, I will do just that."

   But really, she had another plan.

   Ashfrost had snuck through the dirtplace to avoid the entrance guard, Longwhisker. She had made it to the river, right outside LightningClan territory. Just a little to her left, and she'd be in CloudClan. A little to her right, GloomClan. If she crossed the river and walked a little ways, she would be at Four Stars. If she kept going in that same direction and crossed the river again, she would be in BreezeClan, but a little to the left and. . . RainClan. That's where she wanted to go. Ashfrost had no reason for wanting to go, but she felt like being dangerous. 

   Lucky for her, the river was rather shallow. At least, it's what normal sized cats would call shallow waters. For Ashfrost, it was up to the base of her tail at the deepest point, but it was low enough for her to cross. She dipped her forelegs in and gradually brought the rest of her body in. It was warm from the sunlight, but it still sent chills down Ashfrost's spine. She had a higher tolerance for water than most LightningClan cats, not that she knew why, but it still soaked her fur and made her body feel like a clumsy lump that was difficult to control. A few moments later, she emerged and trucked past Four Stars.