Chapter 53: Wandering

Chapter 53: Wandering

 Ivystar

     I can't believe Wolfstar can do something like this.  I just can't believe it.  We're fellow leaders, we practically share a border! (Just far away camps).  But, he takes over for some strange reason.  But why?  Wolfstar has always been silly.  He hardly ever takes anything seriously, he even makes fun of his deputy!  So why is he suddenly so serious?  Maybe Streamstar knows.  They share a border, and we're good friends, for rival leaders.  Wait, how can I think that?  Heck no!  StormClan is still my clan!  I can't let CreekClan let them know we're weak!  That I'm weak!  That's the most frivilous idea ever!  Then an idea pops into my head.  Maybe this has to do with FireClan.  Will Flamestar help me, if that's the case? 
     I must try.  It's the only plan left!  The southern clans are too far away; I need answers now!  It takes half a moon to get there and back!  Yes, I need answers now.  But where to get them...  Moonpath!  Duh!  I can talk to my ancestors, of course!  Surely someone will know!
     And so I'm off.  Moonpath is just... what, south of DeathClan?  And then west, towards CreekClan.  If I hurry, I can get there before dusk!  I'll even have time to hunt before too! 
     My gray fur helps me blend in with my surroundings.  I slink in the shadows, for I fear a DeathClan or StreamClan patrol may spot me- and who knows what I'll say.  I freeze.  They might smell my scent!  What should I do?  Then I remember the Great Stream, as StormClan and StreamClan call it.  The Great Stream provides.  It provides food, water, for all clans, and of course, on its banks, mud!  I stop and perk my ears.  Shhhhh... shhh... crackle shhhhh...  The Great Stream is near.  I make a beeline for it.  Soon the beautiful stream is in my veiw.  It's rushing water is fresh and clear, beckoning me towards it.  I'm tempted to take a swim and feel the cool water rush against my fur.  But not today.  I walk towards its bank and sit in the mud.  I slowly roll in the mud.  It's gross and... muddy... but it belongs to the Great Stream.  And the Great Stream is good.  The Great Stream provides.  This knoledge helps me ruin my clean fur.  Soon there is no gray fur left.  I can't help it, I swim through the stream.  Oh well.  No damage done, right?  I still washed away my scent.  No need to walk around dirty! 
"Thank you Great Stream for providing for me," I whisper to the river.  "I will find a way to repay you later."  I walk purr as I walk away towards Moonpath.
     Awhile later the ground becomes rockier, and the grass slowly becomes thinner, and less common.  Moonpath is near.  And it is.  Soon the dark opening becomes close, and my paws step on the cool tracks that lead inside.  I slowly walk along the path, letting my body relax.  Boink.  Blonk.  Water drips on all sides, and the gold stripes lining the walls give Moonpath a shining glow.  Moonpath is beautiful.  And soon I come to the spot where the second track meets the first. Slowly I lower myself down, and touch my nose to the tracks.  I close my eyes slowly, and let the Boink, blonk, hum me to my sleep, and closer to my answers.