Faithkits dream(warrior cats series:faith rising, book one)

Chapter 14. Loner and fire

  Faithpaw jolted awake, her eyes clouded.  She stood up hesitantly, her sandy pelt ruffled, with clumps of moss in it.  She tensed, then padded to flameheart, her heart racing.  She hoped he couldn't hear it.  She let out a cough, and he turned to her.

 "Faithpaw!  Your ok!  You still need to rest,"he exclaimed happily.  When she didn't smile, he frowned.

"Flameheart," she started.  " I need to tell you something." After a moment of silence, she went on.  " Starclan- Starclan gave me another life, I don't know why," she let out a wail, and his tail tip touched her ear.

   "I do, but you need to find that out yourself, young one," he whispered, then whisked out of the den, leaving Faithpaw growling with frustration.  Her tail lashed as she almost fled out of the den, but went against it.  She padded to the medicine store at the back of the den,  picking up some herbs to sort.  Marigold; goldenrod;  cobweb, she recited, organizing them into piles.  She smiled with satisfaction as she saw they were stocked up on herbs.

  Faithpaw padded out of the den, the voices of Lonerstar and Firestar filling her ears.  She padded past them, heading to the fresh kill pile.  It wasn't unusual for then to fight.  I'm fact, they did it often.  She buckled her legs as blood covered her vision.  "Beware of the loner of fire, for blood shall betray you in the final hour," a voice said as she saw Lonerstar laughing over Finjaw.  

He killed Finpaw!  She realized in shock.  Her vision cleared, an d she found herself at the fresh kill pile, cats surrounding her.  She let out a sigh of relief that only lasted a second.  She saw Lonerstar looking over her, cold in his eyes.  Faithpaw flared at him, knowing flashing in her eyes.    At first, shock flashes in his eyes, then anger as he flared at her.  Then flicked the other cats away.  They reluctantly left.  

  "To the forest with me.   Now".

" No".

 He picked her up by the scruff, and she squealed.

 "Fine-fine!". He laughed maliciously and set her down, while Faithpaw followed him to the forest.  She could see he had unsheathed claws.

Uh oh, she thought gloomily.

They finally got where he wanted her.  Faithpaw backed up a few paces, her fur rising.  Her hind legs met with rocks as she realized they were in a cave.

  "So you know," he growled.

 " Know what, " she asked innocently.

 "Don't play dumb with me," he hissed, bowling into her.  Faithpaw unsheated her claws, slashing his face.  He pinned her, his eyes dark with hesitancy.  He lifted a paw, then slashed her belly.  He paused,  then pulled out tufts of his own fur, sticking them onto and in between her claws.  She knew what he was doing.  He dragged Faithpaw into the empty medicine den, then stuck her in the very back, where a cat would likely never see.her, and if they did, it would be far to long to save her.  Lonerstar grabbed some moss, made it into a ball shape, when stuck it in her muzzle so she couldn't talk or scream.  All she could do was lay helplessly as he stuck her into a small crack.  She watched as he went into the herb store, picked up mouse bile along with a different herb or berry, then went aout. 

   After Awhile, he came up with a tall rock and a plump mouse.  More plump than a normal mouse.  Way to plump for one.  He held the mouse in his jaws, then took the moss out of Faithpaw 'a jaws, then say the tall rock down, setting the over sized mouse down, and she could smell mouse bile.  

Ugh, she though, her nose wrinkling.  Why mouse bile?  He had to go to the elders den?

 " Eat," Lonerstar commanded, and as she bent down to take a bite, she detected a faint, but unmistakable smell.  Then she realized why he had mouse bile all over his paws.

He did it to hide the scent of death berries!  She stayed bent down, clawing the mouse so she could see where they were.  When she found them, she used her paw to drag them out, and the part of the mouse they were in, then ate the rest of it.  The blood coming out of her belly hid the berries and the small mouse part.

  She stood, licking her chops, as if she had eaten the whole mouse.  He paused, then left the den, and she knew he wouldn't come back.  Faithpaw slumped to her side with pain as blood covered her belly, her sandy fur now red with blood.  She tried to cover it with the little coobweb she could reach, but it wasn't enough, and she had a moss ball in her mouth again, so she couldn't speak. An idea popped into her mind as she fainted.

chew through the moss!  Said her mind.  The world went black, and Faithpaw believed that she was going to die... Without anyone knowing.

Faithpaw woke up, her wound covered in cobweb.  She groaned as Flameheart put poltice onto her wound.  She could feel dry blood on her fur, and she tried to sit up, but pain jolted through her whole body.  Flameheart turned to her, blinking.

"Your awake," he said, picking up wet moss.  She drank, thirsty from her experience.  She looked at Flameheart, who was grabbing more cobweb. She watched as he pressed them onto the blood, then he picked up wet moss and wrapped it in cobweb.  He ran it over some dried blood, and as it became wet, then cobweb soaked it up.  A good trick, in her opinion.  He padded.away, then came back with a mouse.  Not plump like the one Lonerstar had given her.  She sniffed it, making sure it was safe.  Once she confirmed it was, she started to eat it.

"You were at the very back of the den.  At first, I though thorns did it until I saw the belly wound, and the fur in your claws," he said.

"And I knew when I saw the death berries".