Darkstorm's Code✔️

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Darkstorm shook her head, confused. DarkClan was temporary; eventually the cats would go back to their clans, and there wouldn't be anything to do to stop them. If one of their leaders declared war, then... Then they would fight. She shivered. All these cats had made new friends and new kin. Would it all end when they found the clans?

"I smell cats," Orangetail mewed, narrowing her eyes. "A group of them, but not ones that we know. Wait a minute... Is that..."

"Thinfur!" Shadeflight cried, breathing in the scent. "It's our father, Darkstorm!" Darkstorm decided that she had been forgiven, and padded over to him.

"Yes," she agreed, recognizing the smell. "It's him. And..." she trailed off. It can't be... Could it? Is it really him?

"Arrowheart," Coralfall stepped closer to her kits. "The apprentice, now a warrior. Did I doom all clans to name him a warrior?" Darkstorm bared her teeth.

"No! He's good. If anything, he's just mistaken." Duskkit looked up at her, along with Starkit. Fishkit and Riverkit were playing with each other, while Amberkit was sitting down beside Starkit.

"Let's find them," Fishkit mewed happily. "The lost warriors!"

But if they followed the scents, what would happen? Darkstorm stared at her cats. Caring Coralfall, determined Hardclaw, wise Troutfin, dedicated Comfreytail, bright Streamface, inspiring Cloudstorm, quiet Tenderleaf, loyal Yowltail, helpful Grassfang, amusing Badgerleap, fearless Orangetail, intelligent Shadeflight, decisive Thorntail, happy Bushpaw, careful Mosstail, cheerful Sparktail, trusting Ravenfur, mysterious Snarlfang, quick-thinking Sparrownose, little Duskkit, bold Amberkit, odd Starkit, playful Fishkit, calm Riverkit. They all trusted her, from the kits to former leaders. Would it be fair to lead them into battle? At first she hadn't known a single thing about them at first, and now... Now she felt that they all depended on each other, and if one more cat died, she didn't know what they would do. 

"Is it fair..." she murmured to herself. She wanted to find them. She needed to find them. But was it really fair to DarkClan? Arrowheart and Thinfur could've been captured by this group of cats; it could be rogues or just a pack of homeless kittypets. But she needed to find them... She felt a comforting tail on her shoulder and looked to see Thorntail. A cloud of doubt filled her mind as she smelled the spiky-furred warrior's sweet scent. Was Arrowheart really meant for her? But as Thorntail's scent mingled with Arrowheart's, she knew that it wasn't true. She loved Arrowheart, there was no doubt about it. But were there two cats that had fallen for her?

"Find him," Thorntail mewed. "Find Thinfur." He's not mentioning Arrowheart...

"My clan," Darkstorm mewed. "I do want to find them. No matter what you think, Arrowheart is loyal." She knew that they aall wanted Thinfur back; he was brave and kind, and his only flaw was to love a WindClan cat, which they didn't care about. "But I can't go, not if you don't agree. What do you say?"

"You have risked your life for us," Coralfall mewed. "You have braved eagles and mountains."

"So have you," Darkstorm argued.

"But you have done it with the weight- the weight of leadership. Which is hard. I may not agree aboit Arrowheart, but you deserve this. I say, we go." Other cats nodded, murmuring things, while Sparrownose was silent.

"Fine," he muttered. "I don't care."

"Sparrownose," Darkstorm mewed, "you're a member of DarkClan. What do you really think?"

"I think this is stupid!" Sparrownose lashed out with his claws, tearing a leaf and growling. "The warrior code has to be changed, but what are you doing about it? Featherheart died because of your so precious clan member, and no one has been punished! You excuse for a leader, you otter-heart! You fox-heart!" He yowled to the sky, flattenening his ears. "Coralfall has to die! She took the life of my Clanmate!"