Warriors: 9 Lives of TERROR

Chapter forty- Sad little cat, I pity you so. I'm afraid you'll have to go.

Froststar slept for three days before he finally awoke for good. And when he did, his wounds had mostly closed up and he was feeling much better. Froststar sat up in his nest gingerly, to make sure he didn't accidentally re-open a wound. The lighting was dim, and the musty smell of herbs surrounded him. He was in the medicine cat's den.

He looked to his left to see Wishfeather, who was sorting a herb he could not name. Her back was to him, but she must have heard him wake up. "Good to see you awake, Froststar," she said, but her tone did not imply that that was good. Froststar narrowed his eyes.

"Where's my son?" he asked in a commanding voice.

"He's collecting marigold. We need more to keep treating everyone's wounds," she replied. Froststar's fur spiked.

"You sent my son out there alone? It's dangerous!" Wishfeather's tail-tip twitched.

"Don't worry, Tigerpaw went with him. I'm sure your son and daughter are perfectly capable of defending themselves," she replied, a sharp edge to her voice. Froststar bit back a snarl. Wishfeather was one of the few cats left who still openly despised him. I'm surprised she didn't slip me death berries while I was sleeping.

She probably would have, came Sageweed's reply. But she felt our presence. Sageweed and the Dark Forest had agreed to watch over his camp while he slept, because this was a very crucial moment in their plot, they couldn't let anything screw up.

"I take it you don't like what I'm doing with this Clan," Froststar mused. Wishfeather turned around and walked over to his nest.

"Of course I don't!" she snapped. "Cats are dying. You are killing! It's against the warrior code! You're going against StarClan!" Oh, here we go.

Froststar sighed. "Yes, yes, I know Wishfeather! But think about how life will be when I'm done. Everyone will be safe and happy. You need rain to have a rainbow."

"Safe, but we'll be bored," she snapped. 

Bold of you to assume they'll be a 'we', chuckled Sageweed.

"Oh, don't worry, I have a solution for that. I'll take apprentices on trips to the twolegplace, I'll start new traditions and fun contests, and much more," he responded.

"And what about the other Clans? They don't deserve to live here?"

"Ah, I see. Of course they do. That's why I invite them into my Clan. As one, we'll be safer. With a more mix of skills. Who cares about pure 'Clan blood'! It means nothing. It doesn't define a cat. Their skills define them," he said, feeling strength seep back into his body as he spoke. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head.

"Oh! Who's been watching the Clan while I've been gone?" he asked.

"Coldrose, our deputy, has been taking turns with other cats in your little inner circle, so she can rest," Wishfeather spat. Froststar tipped his head to one side, ignoring the venom in her voice.

"Why does Coldrose need to rest? Did she get badly injured?" Wishfeather's angry gaze faltered, and she looked down at her paws for a second before looking back at him. Froststar's eyes narrowed again. "What aren't you telling me, Wishfeather?" he growled, standing up in his nest, bracken crunching beneath his paws. Wishfeather' eyes flashed with fear.

"She's- she's pregnant, Froststar. She's due soon." Froststar's eyes widened. That makes sense! Explains her lack of energy, and her anxiety about the battle. But who's the father?

Remember that ShadowClan tom she was always sneaking off to meet, that she thought we didn't know about? That's the father, I bet you.