Pretty Little Kittens Who Lie (Warriors (cats) Fanfiction)

Chapter One: Ghost of a tiger

Chapter One: Ghost of a tiger

“Graystripe, I’ve seen him. I swear, it was him.”

Firestar paced nervously in a circle inside his dimly lit den, his frantic paws digging a track in the dust. He wasn’t sure if he was victim of a trick of his mind, a prophecy revealed by StarClan, or, he feared, a nightmare come to life. Last night, he could not remember if he had been walking within a really vivid dream or if he had been truly prowling unconsciously the familiar forest. It was so confusing. And inconceivable. Unrealistic. How could it be possible? He must be mistaken. But… What he saw… He could not ignore it. He could not keep the information to himself, no matter how unthinkable.

“Are you SURE it wasn’t Brambleclaw?”

The orange tom glared at the broad shouldered warrior like this was a statement crazier than his back-from-the-dead story. His gray friend gave him a look of apologies.

“Still, it was dark… You know, maybe you did not see well and…” began Graystripe but Firestar would not hear it.

“At first, I thought I was dreaming, that I was sleeping in my den… But I could feel the wind on my pelt, smell the crisp air of the cold night. The leaves felt crunchy under my steps. That couldn’t have been a dream. And StarClan’s visions are never so… clear. It had to be real, Graystripe!”

“Even so… You said that you did not remember how you got there in the first place”

“Cinderpelt said that it might have been StarClan who had led me there, then I woke up to witness what they had wanted to show me.”

“Oh? So she believes you?” asked Graystripe, skeptical.

Firestar wasn’t sure whether the medic believed his lunatic tale or not. She had understood the part where he woke up in the middle of the wild forest, not knowing why he was not in his den anymore, but it was unclear if she thought that Tigerstar was alive or not. As far as he was concerned, it was more likely that she acknowledged the image of Tigerstar as a mirage, an illusion sent as an omen from their warrior ancestors.

“Kind of.” he mumbled finally.

The ThunderClan deputy stared past his leader thoughtfully, reflecting. It was clear that Graystripe was trying his best to believe his longtime companion, then he shook his fluffy head vigorously.

“Okay, okay… Let’s all start over again. From the beginning. With as much detail as you can. So, you woke up on your way to Fourtrees, right? Then, you...”

Firestar did what he was asked and went over the events of last night for the second or third time today. After his evening patrol with Brackenfur and Sorreltail, he took a quick meal before going to bed early, exhausted from his day. He fell asleep into a dreamless slumber until, he couldn’t figure out, he was padding on fallen leaves and branches and woke up a couple of foxlengths away from the Gathering place. It was cold and foggy, but he was definitely outside his warm den and not drowsing like he was supposed to. Silverpelt shone brightly up in the sky and the moon cast its shining beams toward the four greater oaks. Being a sign of their ancestors or not, Firestar could not ignore the moon bathed clearing and went to investigate. It was there, on the large rock where only the leaders stand, that he saw HIM. His old enemy who had died seasons ago. The traitor. The tyrant. The murderer. Tigerstar. He stood proudly on the rock, high and mighty with defiance and greed flashing in his amber eyes. He looked big and menacing. Not pale and silvery like the ghost of the deceased warriors. Tigerstar was flesh and blood, his dark tabby pelt glowing nearly gold in the shadows. He did not say a thing. Nor did Firestar, too stunned by the eerie appearance of his dead rival. Suddenly, clouds washed over the moon and hid the muscular tom in its darkness, letting only his luminescent pupils float in the black of the night. When the clouds had passed, Tigerstar was gone and Firestar had to go back to the ThunderClan camp on shaky legs, trembling from this ghostly encounter.

The deputy had listened carefully without interruption and when his leader had finished, nothing in his expression showed that he was understanding of the situation.

“Did you tell Sandstorm about this?” he inquired after a pause.

“No.” admitted Firestar, troubled and worried, shaking the goosebumps out of his back fur nervously.

“Well… She’s not going to like this.”

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