Post by Icestorm on Jan 17, 2009 18:58:27 GMT -5
CHAPTER 15
“Rockstar?” Nightflash’s voice jolted Rockstar from the horrifying scene of his dead brother’s spirit.
“Rockstar?” Nightflash repeated. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes I’m fine,” Rockstar stammered. “I’m just worried about what the clan will say.”
“They will be shocked,” Nightflash murmured. He looked up. “I can’t believe what Patchfoot did.”
“I know.” Rockstar mewed in sympathy. “but the clan will go on.”
Nightflash nodded. His eyes were darkened with anger and shock. “My father was a traitor. And so was our deputy. The clan is well rid of them.”
Rockstar nodded, surprised at his apprentice’s wise words.
“Come on. Lets go tell the clan.”
As soon as the two warriors appeared at the entrance of the alcove, they were smothered with worry from their clanmates.
“That storm was huge!”
“Are you okay?”
“Where’s Bouncefoot?”
Rockstar froze. Swallowing his doubt, he silenced the crowd with a flick of his tail.
“Cats of SkyClan. I have shocking news for you all,” Rockstar yowled, his voice shaking.
“Just a few moments ago, Bouncefoot and Patchfoot attacked me,” he mewed. “Bouncefoot tried to kill me.”
Yowls of alarm, shock, and disbelief burst from the throats of all the cats.
“Quiet!” Nightflash yowled. His eyes burned. “I saw what they did.”
The cats went silent, and Nightflash leapt on a rock to overlook the clan.
“I heard a yowl through the trees wile I was hunting,” he meowed. “I ran towards the call and saw Bouncefoot snarling threats and Patchfoot scratching Rockstar. I sprang at Bouncefoot before he was able to kill him.” Nightflash’s voice shook as he continued. “S-suddenly the wind picked up, and everything went black for me. But I could hear. I felt myself rising into the air, and I heard Tinywhisker’s voice. Bouncefoot was the one that killed Tinywhisker! She was the one that scent the storm and the lightning! It struck the tree, and fell on the two traitors.”
The clan stared in silent shock. Everyone had bristling fur and huge eyes.
Nightflash went on. “Tinywhisker sent the storm to protect us. And he was the one that tried to kill Rockstar multiple times. I know it. I heard Tinywhisker say it to me…” Nightflash stopped, his eyes closing. The wind picked up again, and Nightflash’s eyes turned white again.
“It is true,” Nightflash mewed. It was Tinywhisker’s voice.
At once yowls of mews broke out, trying to talk to Tinywhisker. Rockstar just stared in shock- never before had a warrior have the power to directly contact StarClan. Suddenly one voice silenced every other. It was Flamefoot.
He padded forward slowly, his eyes filled with shock and pain. “Tinywhisker? Is that really you?”
Nightflash- Tinywhisker- padded down to the flame colored warrior.
“Flamefoot,” she mewed. “’I love you. Take care of Whisperkit.” Her voice faded, and Nightflash dropped to the ground. The clan stared in shock. One voice spoke up. It was Icepaw.
“D-did that really happen?” she squeaked.
“It really did,” Rockstar mewed. “She still walks with us.”
Rockstar fell silent. The clan stared at him, their eyes still shocked, but he realized that they had a glow of love in the depths. They still loved and respected Tinywhisker, even though she was dead.
“Rockstar!” a yowl sounded. It was Stormfur. “Rockstar, I know you and your clan are still shocked, but we have to go if we are to reach the clans tonight.”
Rockstar turned to their warriors. “Are we fit to travel?” he asked. Everyone nodded, their eyes, though still darkened in shock, had determination, too.
“Okay,” Rockstar mewed, turning to Stormfur. “Lead the way.”