Firetalon's Destiny

Chapter 14

Sorry for the major delay not only did I have exams (17th-19th) but I was also going through some major writers block.

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“I think a SilverClan patrol is coming now,” I meowed while squinting my eyes against the barren white land that the cats of SilverClan called home. Against the blinding light of the reflected sun, I could barely make out figures fast approaching the border.

            “Oh thank StarClan! If we had to wait any longer, I think my paws would’ve dropped off!” Rustypaw exclaimed and he quickly leapt to his paws in hopes of getting a better view of the warriors.

            “Remember Rustypaw, don’t say anything stupid,” Littlepaw murmured softly while she stared casually back at the rusty colored tom. To be honest I never realized Littlepaw could have such a blunt tongue, she was always so quiet but I guess it’s because I never really tried to get to know her. “Better yet just keep your idiotic banter to yourself and let Firepaw do the talking.”

            “Littlepaw you’re so cruel!” Rustypaw moaned while dramatically collapsing to the ground. “Oh woe is me, the failure no one cares for!”

            Littlepaw just stared back at him with an annoyed expression. “You’re going to give them a bad impression,” Littlepaw rolled her eyes while roughly prodding Rustypaw’s shoulder. “Hurry up and get up.”

            “Rustypaw, Littlepaw’s right you need to be careful or we’ll end up being driven away before getting any catnip,” I said by now the distant figures were close enough for me to distinguish just who they were. While I wasn’t too familiar with cats outside my Clan, since I had never been to a gathering before, I had gotten to know SilverClan warriors from patrolling the border. Still I didn’t recognized any of these cats, which only made things look even worse. If there had been at least one familiar face, it would be much easier to talk with them.

            “Still I’m amazed you’re so serious Firepaw,” Rustypaw meowed while sitting up, his fluffy fur covered in snow. “I’ve never seen you so calm while we’re at camp.”

            “That’s because lives are at risk, we have no room for mistakes,” that’s right, I couldn’t make this mess any worse than it already was. It was my fault that the illness was running rampant through the camp, and so it was my responsibility to get the cure.

            “I guess you’re right…” Rustypaw grew silent as he brushed the snow still clinging to his pelt as we anxiously waited for the patrol to arrive. “So what are you planning on saying?”

            “Not much, just that I want to speak with Silverstar,” that sounded so simple but just thinking about it made my stomach churn with nerves.

            “What are three FlameClan apprentices waiting by the border for?” a long-furred dark gray SilverClan tom with black tabby stripes meowed as he halted in front of us. His dark sky blue eyes were narrowed distrustfully while his tail twitched in suspicion.

            “Um… well… we… we need to speak with Silverstar!” I managed to force the words out while anxiously kneading the snow with one of my paws. “It’s urgent.”

            “Hmph, if it was so important why did Flamestar send apprentices instead of warriors,” the tom snorted.

            “Come now Nettleblaze, let’s hear them out,” a white she-cat with jetting black spots meowed while swatting her Clan mate’s shoulder with her tail. “So, what must you tell Silverstar?”