The Brothers

Chapter 2

~Pantherpaw's POV~

We have almost reached the hollow where Four Oaks is. I feel like I am wading through a sea of grass. It reaches up to my belly and makes it hard for me to run in.

I glance over my shoulder and see Applepaw deep in conversation with her brother Oakpaw. My Mother is having a talk with Russetstar up ahead. Everyone knows she only has 4 lives left but she has lead her Clan very well.

"So,you excited for you first Gathering" my father Thistlepool trots up to me asks. "Yah, I'm hoping to make some new friends." His eyes flash with anger for a brief second.

"You don't make friends with the other Cats" he says his ears pinned back slightly. "Why exactly is that?" He lets out a deep sigh "Well eventually as you know, your going to have to fight them and it's going to be hard."

I see sadness burning his eyes "Oh ok then, thanks" I say slipping away towards the front of the group. Russetstar stops abruptly in her tracks and points her tail out, communicating through signals telling us to halt.

She beckons her tail, and I run, the ground slowly dipping beneath my paws. We finally are all in the hollow and I notice we were the first to arrive.

I see a large group of cats slip out from the shadows, silently running against the ground. "That's Nightclan, I hear their the most vicious Clan in the whole territory."

I turn around and notice Applepaw standing a few tail lengths behind me. Her red fur seems to glint in the night sky and her green eyes shimmer with curiosity and brightness.

I spot a couple of apprentices coming towards us. They smell of pine and the river. "That must be Waterclan" Applepaw whispers in my ear, making me shiver at our close proximity.

A bulky black tom with green eyes and a tan she cat pad up to us. "Greetings fellow Gorseclan members, I am Strongpaw and this is my sister Larkpaw."

"I'm Pantherpaw and this is my friend Applepaw." I look at Strongpaw, seeming to have recognized him, but haven't known him.

Suddenly a large ache seems to burn in my head. "Exusce me for a moment" I slip off trying to find a quiet corner.

I find a quiet corner and set myself down, wincing slightly. The clearing seems to brighten and before I know it I'm surrounded in white light.

The light seems to dull and I notice I'm looking at something. It's winter time and the area is completely covered in snow.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot out my Mother carrying a kit in her jaws. Curiously I decide to follow her. She stops at the edge of Gorseclan territory and looks both ways.

Then she bounds across the border, into Nightclan land. She stops at a hollow wooden tree. "Fangscar are you there?" A large dark brown tom leaps from out of the tree.

"You came" he meows his voice deep with age. "Of course I would, I'm sorry to bring this up on you." He nods at her "It's fine, and this I'm guessing is my son?"

She nods and hands him the kit. "Say you found him at the border and find a queen that has kits to bring him in." Her eyes fill with sadness and a tear drops from her eye.

"What's his name" the tom Fangscar asks. "His name is Strongkit, and no one must ever know he is my son." I stare in horror realizing that I am half clan, and my brother is in another Clan.

A/N Dun dun dun, scary flashback. So what did you guys think? Please vote, comment, and share!