Warriors: Everfree of Secrets

Dashfang looked out through the tiny hole of the den. She looked in front on her, and she saw some little kits suckling their mother. She smiled, but then remembered there were not kits this small in the clan. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked up at the mother. She was a light pinkish and orange, but Dashfang couldn’t tell which one was which. She looked at the glowing queen fade into the darkness, and the kits squealed. Dashfang stared in horror as their squealing grew. Suddenly Rareleaf slowly camp in behind them. She rapped her tail around the tiny kits, and she disappeared with the kits fading away with her.

Dashfang woke with a shake of her paw. “Quiet down mouse-brain!” growled a familiar voice. Soarwing was lashing his tail, and he turned to get more sleep.

Dashfang licked her paw, and thought to herself. Were those the kits from Lightningclan? She shook the thought out of her mind, and got to her paws. The bright morning sunlight came through the den, and Dashfang’s fur welcomed it through the bracken. She stretched, and she walked out the cool den.

Applefur was most likely with Copperpelt. Redpaw kicked a little pebble with his paw, and growled under his breath.

Dashfang padded over to the young apprentice, and licked his ear. “What’s wrong?” she asked, and she curled her tail around her paws. She smiled, but the young apprentice did not share her happiness.

He sighed, and mewed, “I haven’t seen Applefur all day, and she hasn’t trained with me over the last moon! I’ll never become a warrior.” He started poking at the ground, and Dashfang lay with him.

“Do you want to hunt with Lightningstorm and me?” she asked kindly.

His ears pricked up. “Really?” he asked, and he popped to his paws.

Dashfang giggled and nodded. “Of course,” she mewed. “No cat should be neglected like that.” She slowly got to her paws, and padded over to the warriors den. “Lightningstorm,” she mewed, “Redpaw and I are going hunting, would like to come?”

Lightningstorm slowly got to his paws, and nodded. His eyes were wide with excitement, and Dashfang saw Setclaw crawl out behind him. “Don’t go too far,” she growled, and they all leaped off.

Dashfang smelled a mouse, and she got into a hunting-crouch. She pounced onto it, and she killed it with one swipe of her large paw. She carried it back, and she saw three little kits and their mother. Skykit, Diamondkit, and Silverkit were playing in the cold snow, and they mewled happily. Dashfang smiled, and set the mouse in a little hole, burying it.

“Hello, kits,” she mewed, and she licked her nieces head.

“Dashfang, nice to see you,” Morningdew mewed. Her eyes glittered and her fur burned in the snow. “How are you today?” she mewed as the three kits ran into each other.

“Fine,” mewed Dashfang, and she saw Skykit jump off somewhere. “Hold on.” She pounced after her, Lightningstorm and Redpaw behind her.

They heard a large yowl come from in the woods. Dashfang’s ears pricked and she ran over to where it was coming from. She ran straight into the bushes, and saw Skykit being attacked by a badger. Dashfang raked her back across it, and Redpaw went straight under it, scraping down its stomach. Blood dropped to the ground, and Dashfang ran across the hard floor.

She started to run across the leaf-covered floor. She quickly ran across the clearing when she saw Redpaw’s leg ripped. She stared at the leg, and ran to the poor apprentice. She then tried to chase off the badger, but its huge paw ripped through her wing. She yowled with pain, and she felt her eyes tear up. She looked at the badger, fire in its eyes, and she growled. She bit its skin, and it yowled. She saw the blood of her wing on the ground. She winced when Redpaw touched it. She then saw Browniepaw run up to her. He picked her up, and they went close to the clearing. They stopped when they heard a cat behind them.

“Skykit!” they heard a growl behind them. Setclaw stepped out into the clearing, and mewed. “I can’t believe you think that every warrior has to look after you!” she growled. “If you want to be an apprentice so badly, you have to act like one! You will look after the elders, change their bedding, and feed them every day!” she growled, swept around, and she chased off the kit.

Dashfang raced after her, and she saw Spitfire and Bloodface sitting together, sharing tongues, and spoke quiet words.