Warriors: The Compromise, #1 [DISCONTINUED]

CHAPTER 6

"Ugh, this scent is absolutely disgusting!" Opal complained as she dipped herself into the stream.

"It's your  fault, Opal. If you hadn't of met up with Wren, then you wouldn't have been so smelly," Tumble teased.

"Wren said that he still lives in that old barn. Apparently, he has more family that lives with him," Opal then changed the subject, flicking her drenched tail as she shook her fur, sending water droplets gently flying to the ground.

"What do you mean, 'more family'?" Tumble sat down, getting comfortable as he watched her dry.

"A bunch of new cats with strange warnings. Especially from this one blonde she-cat... apparently, she keeps saying that there will be a giant storm like no other," Opal said as she licked through her thin fur.

Tumble's eyes widened a bit. "Do you think that could've been my sister, Sandy?"

Opal only shrugged, "No matter who said it, the warning still is a bit mysterious. I mean, it does rain frequently."

They got up, quietly heading back to camp, thinking of the strange messages and warnings from the group of cats who lived with Wren at the farm.

When they arrived at camp, though, there was lots of rushing and busy cats, and the stench of blood made them wrinkle their noses.

"What happened?" Opal muttered, noticing as Larchbright and Owlflight were huddled near the medicine den, their backs full of wounds and messed up fur.

"It looks like there was a battle," Tumble meowed anxiously, walking into the clearing to get a good look. Opal followed after him, only to be stopped by two warriors.

"There was an evil rogue out in the territory!" Pearbelly frowned, stopping them in their path.

"I wouldn't disturb them, if I were you. Their wounds are serious, and Eucalyptus needs some space." Mistyslip flicked her tail.

Pearbelly then looked at Mistyslip, her pale yellow-green eyes dull with worry. Although she was anxious just like every other cat, she broke into gossip. "I heard that Stormstar is on his 8th life now!"

Mistyslip huffed, "Let's talk in the warriors den. Opal, Tumble, you two should go rest."

They disappeared into the brambles of the warriors den, and Opal and Tumble simply sat there, watching the cats' scurrying.

"Well, we obviously don't have the trust of everyone else to know what exactly is going on..." Opal grumbled.

Tumble flicked his tail, meowing, "Well, we do know that a patrol got in a bad fight with an evil rogue. I guess we'll be watched carefully."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," Tumble hesitated, "They might think we are part of this extravaganza. StarClan only knows."

The close friends let out sighs, and conversed as busy and worried cats talked and walked.