Alright. I will when I can. In the mean time...
CHAPTER 12
As quietly as possible, Rockstar and Bouncefoot crept into the cave. The kit that dangled under Rockstar’s teeth had grown silent, and only the rapid beating of its heart let them know that it was alive. Fear pulsed in his paws. He and Bouncefoot had to get the clan out. Fast.
“Bouncefoot,” Rockstar whispered. Bouncefoot turned his orange head onto his brother.
“You let the clan know and get them out. Tell a few to stay to help with the kits.”
Bouncefoot nodded and he tip-toed to the mouth of the cave where the clan slept.
Rockstar stepped lightly over to Cherrytail. She and the kits were asleep, and as much as he didn’t want to wake them, he nudged her with a paw. She lifted her head and opened her eyes. “Rock-“
Rockstar slapped his tail over her mouth. “Shh. We have to be as quiet as possible. The clan is in terrible danger.”
“How?” Cherryatil whispered, lowering her voice.
“The tribe cats. One killed Tinywhisker and almost killed me.”
Her eyes widened as wide as moons. “I can’t believe it. They seemed so nice.”
“I know,” Rockstar sighed. “but they aren’t. C’mon,” he mewed picking up Brookkit.
“Lets go.” Motioning with his tail towards a small group of cats, he signaled to help Cherryatil with the kits. “Bouncefoot picked up Rainkit and Patchfoot picked up Wildkit. Sagepelt lifted Bramblekit and her sister, Mintfrost, picked up Shinekit.
“Cherrytail,” Rockstar whispered. “We found this kit after the attack.”
Her eyes widened. “It smells like Tinywhisker,” she whispered. “Was this her kit?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “but it’s coming with us.” Cherrytail nodded and picked up the kit in her jaws. Rockstar turned around to see Bouncefoot, Patchfoot, Mintfrost, Sagepelt, Moonpaw, and Songbreeze each holding a kit. Rockstar nodded, and as quietly as possible, the cats padded out of the cave where the whole clan was waiting.
“Well done, Bouncefoot,” Rockstar mewed though Brookkit’s fluffy fur. Bouncefoot nodded. Flicking his tail, the cats of SkyClan moved away from the cave. Every cat froze when a voice called their leader’s name.
“Rockstar!”
He whipped around to see Stormfur and another brown she-cat behind him. Rockstar hissed. Stormfur silenced the threat.
“I saw what happened with Tinywhisker,” he gasped. Rockstar relaxed slightly. He put Brookkit down so he could speak.
“Do you realize it was your tribe that killed her and attacked me?” he growled.
“Yes,” Stormfur nodded. “I can’t believe the tribe would do something like that, but I smelled the blood and the scent of the tribe.”
The brown she-cat spoke up next to him. “Stormfur told me about it,” she mewed in a strange, low voice. “And we have decided that we would rather help you then go back to killers in our tribe.”
Rockstar stared at them in surprise. “Really?”
“Really,” Stormfur promised. “We are not tribe cats anymore.” His eyes darkened with disgust. “I always knew Stoneteller had darkness in his heart.”
Rockstar nodded. “You may help us,” he mewed. “I trust you, Stormfur. You are a clan cat. I know any clan cat who knows about the warrior code can be trusted. As for her,” he added, flicking his tail towards the tribe cat. “If you know her, then she must be a good cat.” Stormfur nodded, and picked up Brookkit, handing her to Rockstar.
“You can trust us,” he promiced. “We know the way out of the mountains and where the clans’ territories are. If you approve, we will show you the way.”
Rockstar nodded, and Stormfur took the lead. The cats of SkyClan warily followed Stormfur. Rockstar, after all the tragedies that had just happened to his clan, felt a glimmer of happiness. Stormfur, a brave warrior, had just joined SkyClan.