Stormtail's Secret

Chapter 11

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I didn't know what to say. We're all going to die was the first thought that hit me. Whitewhisker brushed past me and padded out of the den. It was nearly sunhigh and I walked over to the fresh-kill pile and take a chaffinch for myself and carry it over to the corner of he camp.

I see Finchpaw padding out of his den and I call him over to eat with me. Finchpaw's eyes sparkle at the mention of eating with a warrior. "Yes, please!"

I suddenly feel sick and don't feel like eating anymore. "Here, you can have the rest. I'm not hungry." I push the chaffinch over to him and watch the apprentice tear into it hungrily. When Finchpaw finishes, I head over to my den to take a nap to sleep off my worries.

Inside the dim den, Fogdrift is curled up in her nest. She has been in there for awhile, I think. Maybe I should wake her up, but... I lay down next to her and Fogdrift's fur feels hot. It's probably just a cold or something. But I decide to wake her, so she can go and see Whitewhisker.

"Hey, Fogdrift, wake up," I meow quietly as I prod her with a paw.

"Wha..."

"Come on, wake up, it's sunhigh. Let's go out on patrol together," I meow hopefully.

"No, I can't. I can't leave camp on Whitewhisker's orders, because I have a cold," The black and gray cat explains.

"Oh. Okay. I was going to take a nap, so I'll keep you warm."

She looks relieved. "Thanks. It was getting chilly in here." I lay down next to Fogdrift and doze off to her steady breathing.

Yowling wakes me. Fogdrift is stirring next to me, and I get to my paws and quickly stretch. "I'll go see what that is all about." I yawn.

"Okay, see you later," says the warrior.

"Later." I head out of the den and locate the yowling to be in Snowstar's den. I run over to the crack in the rock to see several warriors clustered around.

"Give him space! And get Stormtail!" At this, I push and shove my way through the crowd and get to the clearing.

Snowstar is laying down on his side panting. Whitewhisker is with him. Then, the breathing stops. It feels like seasons pass by, and still, he doesn't wake up. Something is wrong, I think. I see it on Whitewhisker's face too. Then, I hear a gasp and Snowstar stirs.

"I've lost six lives!"