Warriors: Back to the Wild Book#3

Prologue

Frogstump paced around the starry space, waiting for his ancestors to meet him. He had called a meeting with them to discuss the new prophecy. Worry ate at the grey and white tom. How was going to get his old apprentice to speak to the warriors. Frogstump thought nothing bad would happen to the Clans. He never thought the choice he made would result in this.

Finally, the black pelt of Shadow, Shadowstar, and Rowanstar appeared before the old medicine cat. They all sat down before him and he dipped his head graciously that his ancestors agreed to see him.

"What is it that is troubling you, Frogstump?" Shadowstar asked, flicking his tail. The old tom would have preferred to be with his mate and kits.

"It is about the two chosen warriors," Frogstump answered, "there is something wrong about Mousepelt!"

"Her path isn't up to us," Shadow mewed, "what she chooses is up to her, if she wants to go to the dark side then there is nothing we can do."

"This is why we should have chosen a Clan born cat for ShadowClan!" Rowanstar hissed.

"You know very well why we couldn't do that!" Shadow shot back. "We would have chosen one of Ravenclaw's kits, but the poor things mate died and disappeared with them, there's nothing we could do."

"What about Spotpaw?" Shadowstar asked. "We could have stopped him by making him the one to kill Silversol."

"If we did that, then Mousepelt and Amberheart would have died!" Frogstump spat. "We are not as cold hearted as the other Clans see us, especially after you became leader, Shadowstar!"

The leaders went quiet. They looked at one another worryingly. Shadow let out a long sigh and stepped over to the starry pool and looked down to see her old Clan sleeping away under their stars. Mousepelt was fast asleep beside all her friends. Ravenclaw was on the moon high patrol with Jumbledstar and she decided on what to do. She turned to her decendents and told them what to do.

Ravenclaw trekked through the pine and fallen leaves on the ground. The fresh-kill pile was looking feeble. Leaf-bare was going to be hard this season. Stoneheart and Blackclaw had been spending time with each other, unknowing to the upcoming snow and little prey. The black tom's head immediately switched to Mousepelt. What if she expected kits in the coldest days of leaf-bare and she starved to death?

As Ravenclaw shakily walked out the bramble bush and saw his leader crouched over something. The tom began walking up to Jumbledstar to hear a small frightened squeaking sound. Ravenclaw looked to see Jumbledstar had a small little mouse with dark specks on its brown fur pinned down, digging his claws deeper and deeper in to his prey's skin. It kicked for dear life, but it's attempts were futile. Ravenclaw's ears lowered as he watched Jumbledstar crush the mouse in his paws.

Finally, the squeaking stopped and the mouse went limp. Jumbledstar turned to see Ravenclaw look at him worryingly and picked his mouse up. With a flick of his ruffled tail, the grey leader stormed back to camp, leaving a terrified and shocked Ravenclaw.

StarClan, Ravenclaw prayed, if this is a sign, please try to protect Mousepelt from Silversol...