Warriors: Sharptalon's Mist

Chapter 17

Two moons had passed, and so had leaf-bare. The sun shone brightly in the blue sky, and Sharppaw had just returned from a hunting and fighting session. He'd fought with Lightpaw, and had won. He'd also caught more prey than his brother. 

Sharppaw dropped his squirrel, sparrow, and shrew on the prey pile, feeling hungry himself. But first he would make sure the elders had been fed. Picking up a fat pigeon and a mouse, he headed across the camp towards the elders' den. 

Flower and Thorn were chatting together, while Graystripe, Ferncloud, and Poppyfrost were sharing tongues together. 

Sharppaw dropped the fat pigeon at Graystripe's paws. "Here. Share it with Ferncloud and Poppyfrost. You must be hungry," he meowed.

"Thanks, Sharppaw! I was starting to think we'd never get food!" Graystripe purred.

Sharppaw turned and gave Flower and Thorn the mouse. Thorn blinked gratefully at him with his one eye. 

"Thank you, Sharppaw. I'm actually glad I joined ThunderClan instead of being with the rogues," Thorn meowed.

Sharppaw blinked warmly at him. Flicking his tail, he turned. Most of the warriors around the camp were eating prey, so Sharppaw headed to the pile and grabbed two mice. 

Stormpaw padded into camp, Berrynose, Blossomfall, and Mossheart with her. Stormpaw was carrying a fat vole and a small blackbird. She trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, dropping her prey. She spotted Sharppaw and padded over to him, her gaze warm. "Hi, Sharppaw!" 

Sharppaw dropped his mice on the ground and leaned forward to lick Stormpaw's muzzle. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes," Stormpaw meowed, purring. She followed Sharppaw as they headed into a corner of the camp with the two mice. Sharppaw crouched down and took a bite of his mouse.

Stormpaw looked as though something were on her mind.

"Something wrong?" Sharppaw asked. 

"I had a strange dream last night. Some StarClan cat came to me. He said his name was Ashstar and told me that I needed to find the last remaining of the storm," Stormpaw meowed. "Well, whatever that means."

Sharppaw stared at her, his heart starting to pound. Had she possibly received a prophecy? He flicked his tail. "Lets just eat," he meowed. 

Sharppaw padded with Stormpaw and Stalkpaw through the forest, hearing the quiet gurgle of the stream close by.  They'd been padding through the forest for a long time and then they'd smelled rogue scent and followed it. It must've been past the stream, leading to the gathering place.

Stalkpaw flicked his tail. "Why do the rogues have to be so much trouble," he growled. His neck fur was bristling.

"Good question," Stormpaw sighed. "They should know by now that if we found them on our territory, we'd kick their tails over the border," she pointed out.

Sharppaw brushed against her, his whiskers twitching. "Maybe they enjoy annoying us." But I do know that Frostpaw, Falconflight, and Snowbreeze enjoy annoying me.

The three cats leaped over the stream and peered through the tough reeds, keeping low. 

A dark blueish-black she-cat with yellow eyes was with Nettle and Rain.

"We can make our territory here. Our camp can be here from now on," Rain meowed, his whiskers twitching. He looked at the mysterious she-cat. "Good thinking, Ninx. How did you know about this place?" 

"I saw the Clan cats come here every full moon. They'll never know that we're here. Next full moon, we can ambush them here. We might be able to outnumber them. After all, they only bring a few of their cats with them," she meowed, her yellow eyes shining.