Goldenpelt's Revenge

Chapter 2

All the cats whipped around to see a dark gray tabby with darker stripes and a spot around one eye. His whiskers twitched with amusement. "Stormstar!" Finchwhisker meowed. That's Stormstar? I thought leaders would be older than that, he almost looks like a new warrior, Goldenkit thought, puzzled.

Stormstar saw the puzzled look in Goldenkit's eyes and explained, "if you are wondering why I looks so young to be leader, it's a long story. But I might as well tell it to you now."

The leader settled down and started to explain. "It started off when the leader before me, Snowstar, had a deputy named Cloudfur. Cloudfur was my mentor, and he was a great white cat with splotches of gray. But one day, he mysteriously died," Stormstar said this last part with caution.

Finchwhisker spoke up and meowed, "I was a very young kit, younger than you kits, when Cloudfur was deputy. I don't remember him much."

"Well anyways," Stormstar went on, "no one really knew who would be the deputy except a fluffy black and white cat named Hollypool. It was sad, she was only deputy for a day then, me and Finchwhisker, Finchpaw then, found her in a clearing dead. There was no claw marks or scratches or any kind of struggle. After that, I was deputy, and that was that," he finished.

"So were you a warrior or an apprentice when Hollypool was deputy?" I ask. If he was a warrior, Stormstar couldn't have been that young.

"That was actually the night I was sitting vigil, the night of my warrior ceremony. So the day after that, Hollypool was killed and I was made deputy the first day of a warrior." Wow, I though.

"So you would be a young warrior if you were a warrior?" Questions Whitekit.

"Yep," the tabby answers. "Well, it's probably time for you kits go head back to the nursery for your nap." There is protest from all the kits, but obey their leader. On the way there, Goldenkit took a peak inside the apprentice den and saw it was empty. The apprentices must be out on patrol, Goldenkit thought.

Inside the nursery, there was only one queen. Mistyfur waves her tail at us in greetings. Her second litter all died but one pure black cat named Nightkit. "Where is Grayfoot?" Willowkit asks.

"She went out on a patrol, but don't worry, she'll be back soon," the gray cat answers.

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling yowl splits the air. "Grayfoot is dead!"