Owlstar's Secret

Chapter Two

                Owlkit stalked out of camp, his head hanging low. How would he survive when he's only four moons old? His eyes teared up at the thought of dying of hunger. "What will I do now!" He yelled and scratched the ground with his long, terrifying claws. As heaved in anger, a tang of fresh-kill caught his attention, he lifted his head, drinking in the scent. The smell was delicious and it made his mouth water, and his hunger kicked in. 

                A Mouse scurried in front of him, digging at the ground, looking for food. Mouse. He thought. He knew it was a Mouse, for he had seen it before before he was exiled. He remembered what his father, Eagleheart, had said to his Apprentice. Owlkit used to spy on their training, simply to take notes. "Mouse feels you..." He said, crouching on the ground quietly. His paws felt as if he were walking on clouds, until he snapped a twig. The Mouse paused, then instantly scurried away. "Mouse-dung!" Owlkit hissed and rested his head on his paws. He stood up and stretched until he heard yet another scurry, but it seemed much smaller. Owlkit spotted a small vole, scampering through the gorse undergrowth. He got low, his ears pricked, and his whiskers twitching in excitement. He rocked his haunches, ready to tear open his meal, and in one leap, he crashed down onto the vole. He smiled to himself and feasted on his first meal. It tasted nothing like the sweet milk Featherheart fed him, this was much better. 

                He adventured around the borders, looking for a shelter to stay in for the night. Silverpelt shone high in the sky, making Owlkit's fur turn tan and a milky white. It was a frigid night, but the cold rarely affected CloudClan cats, since they live in the Mountains. As he padded into an open field, a terrible stinch swept across him. MarshClan! Owlkit turned to run, but two MarshClan patrols walked out of the bushes, they were soaked, and had leaches hanging from their ragged pelts. "Well look at that, Gatorfang, a little kit on his own." A white cat with large brown patches mewed rather sadistically. Owlkit hissed, the fur on his back bristled. "He thinks he's tough, Roughheart." Gatorfang, a large, dark brown tom with large teeth laughed mockingly. "I-I am tough!" Owlkit spat, the two cats circled him, laughing, and later, two more cats came out from the bushes. "Raspthroat, Leachtooth, look at what me and Gatorfang found!" Roughheart said to the two dark ginger cats. Owlkit's tail twitched in nervousness. He spat and launched himself at Roughpelt's face, and his long, but still quite soft claws sank into the cat's head. The cat reared back and yowled, but Owlkit still clung to the large tom. "Come on, Roughheart! Kill the kit!" Gatorfang hissed, but it was too late, Owlkit hooked his claws into Rougheart's lip and hooked the other one in his throat. He released his claws from Roughheart's lip, and placed both sets of claws on his throat. The cat yowled and gurgled on blood. Owlkit felt the anger in him rise. He let go, but by the time he did, Roughheart lay on the ground, and the other three cats arched their backs and padded back into the bushes. Roughheart was still alive, since his body rose and fell. Owlkit stood proud, and walked off. 

                Owlkit found a snug place to sleep, an old stump with a crack just big enough for him to fit in it. He crawled inside and his eyed became heavy, and he quickly fell into a deep slumber. As he slept, a dream had emerged, A large, white tom padded up to him, "As four sets of lives are lost, another four sets of lives emerge." It was Whitestar. Was this a prophecy? Quickly after his words, he faded, and Owlkit shot up. A new Prophecy was on its way.

                                                15 Moons Later

                Owl pounced on a Raccoon, and with one blow he took its life. He instantly began to feast on the Raccoon, and in a heart-beat he had finished and buried the bones. His wiped his tongue around his muzzle and stood up. His body was large, and every muscle in his body could be seen through his thick, sleek fur. He walked along the blades of grass that were covered in dew. As he walked, he heard a rustle in the bushes, where CloudClan used to lie. A Black and white cat tackled him and spat. 

        "Get off of me, you Mouse-brain!" Owl flung him off, and stood up to see three cats looking at him. 

       "Loner!" One spat, it was a grey-blue cat. 

        "Hush, Bluecloud!" A slender, grey Tom with shimmering, short fur walked out from behind a thick layer of shrub. "Hello, OwlWhisper. I am SilverStar. StarClan and I have been expecting you."