I have always noticed something off about Coldthorn. The way she never talks unless she has to. It's like she's afraid of StormClan knowing something. The way she seems to never sleep. She sits, rigged as stone -in fact she always smells like stone, another thing that is a little off, being our clan is in a forest- before I finally drift off, and when I wake she is sitting in the camp clearing, eating her morning meal.
Sorry, I haven't fully introduced myself, I am Sunstreak, a cream colored she-cat with leopard like spots on my back and paws. A brave warrior of StomClan, if I do say so my self. My apprentice has just become a warrior so I have the whole day to do my favorite thing- border patrol! So I can kick whoever dares cross our borders butt. Yep that's me, a kick a** border patroller!
Now back to the present. I pad out of the warrior den, or the warrior soggy-clump-of-leaves. I wish Thunderstar, our rather annoying leader, would at least move our den to under a tree! Our clan is called StormClan for a reason. I stretch and shake some of the water out of my pelt. Coldthorn is -supprise- sitting in the camp clearing eating, first one up- again.
Something is up whith her and I know it! I must be seriously paranoid if I am still thinking about that. I pad of to go on border patrol, I never have a morning meal.
As I'm striding tensely along the border, my mind begins to wander...
When I was a kit, I had goten lost, outside of the border, into unclaimed, rouge-packed territory. This red tom, only slightly older then me at the time saw me and snarled at me to leave. He didn't seem to tough so I clawed his tail and reviled some gray fur under the berry dye. We both ran away, scared out of our pelts. I never got lost again, or ever went near that rouge filled place.
But of corse I have to border patrol along the border, I make sure not to cross it though. My eyes dart around warily, looking for any sign of other cats. Great. Two gray cats, one tom, one she-cat, where sitting on the border. The she cat has a darker ruff and a white patch on her muzzle. The tom has abnormally large tufts on his ear. They both have the same vibrant blue-green eyes. I shiver runs down my back. I've seen those eyes before, I don't know where but I have.
I am pretty sure by the looks in their eyes that I might not be 100% after this. Then it hits me; I remember where those eye were from. That's why I faint.
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Tribe of Masked Secrets: book 1: The First Secret
FanfictionA she-cat of StormClan discovers her friend has many secrets to hide. And so does she apparently. After being shoved out of her home clan Sunstreak discovers a tribe in a valley and let's just says it's not your ordinary tribe...