Chapter 11: A Rising Danger

Chapter 11: A Rising Danger

     Wolfstar observed his clan.  They were the most feared in the forest.  DeathClan.  Not a better name exists for my clan, Wolfstar thought.  Wolfstar was an alright name.  Bloodstar would've been cooler, though.  Lucky Bloodfeather.  Such a randomly cool name.  The hunting patrol had brought plenty of prey to eat, more then enough to fill everyone's bellies. Wolfstar made his was over to the pile and picked up a vole, one of his favorites.  He brought it back to his den and ate it quickly.  After morning duties he'd get his rest.  First he checked on the kits, Brackenkit and Bramblekit.  All well there.  Then he checked on the elders, good there too.  Then he checked on Grassfoot, the medicine cat, then the apprentices and the warriors.  Check. Check. Check.  All well.  Wolfstar was about to get ready for his afternoon nap when Bloodfeather entered the room.  "Wolfstar!" he exclaimed.  "If this is about how well you're doing as deputy, Bloodfeather," Wolfstar said, "I will tell you that you're doing a marvelous job."  He finished.  Wolfstar laid his head on his paws.  "No, no," Bloodfeather said.  "It's about FireClan!"  Wolfstar looked up.  "What about them?" he asked.  "Flamestar was hurt during a battle with a black wolf!"  he exclaimed.  "Robinsong was killed!"  Wolfstar shot up to his paws.  "WHAT!?" he screamed.  "SHE WAS KILLED?!"  Bloodfeather nodded.  The hunting patrol saw it when Scarletpaw was chasing a squirrel up a tree.  She spotted a wolf carrying off a cream colored cat, and then saw the two FireClan medicine cats with a bloody Flamestar.  He wasn't injured too bad, besides a few deep cuts,"  he reported.  Wolfstar felt a pang of sadness.  Before he'd become leader of DeathClan, Robinsong had been his friend.  He'd begged her to join DeathClan, but she said an omen told her to join FireClan.  Robinsong and her stupid omens!  Look at where she ended up!  That was when Wolfstar realized something.  "What was Robinsong doing with Flamestar?"  he asked Bloodfeather, who shrugged.  "Beats me,"  he said.  Wolfstar felt sadness and fury at the same time.  Robinsong had loved Flamestar, not him.  She belonged with Wolfstar.  Frustrated, Wolfstar curled up and began to sleep.  Bloodfeather left his den, and so did two shadows that had been watching him all along.
                                                                   End of Act 1
                                                          TO BE CONTINUED