Warriors: Everfree of Secrets

Dashfang woke when she heard a loud yowl on top of Castle Rock. She rolled over and got out of the den. Her eyes opened slowly, but closed again. She shook herself, as the ceremony began. Dashfang saw two little kits, pink, one with a dark flat mane, and the other with a mane like her mothers.

Then a little squeak came out behind Dashfang. “I’m as big as dumb Coffeekit! Why can’t I be an apprentice?” growled Skykit. Dashfang’s little niece was getting bigger, but she was not six moons.

“Because, Skykit you are not six moons, so you cannot be an apprentice yet,” her foster mother, Morningdew, mewed.

“Threadkit and Coffeekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. Threadkit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Threadpaw. Your mentor will be Cloudystorm. I hope Cloudystorm will pass down all she knows on to you,”

Threadpaw ran over to her new mentor, and she touched her nose with his. Then Sunstar went on, “Cloudystorm, you had been a great mentor to Lightningstorm. I hope you can pass these qualities to your new apprentice.” Then she turned to Coffeekit. “Coffeekit, from this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Coffeepaw. Twistfur, you will be her mentor. I hope that the quality that your former mentor taught you will be given to this apprentice.”

The clan cheered for the two new apprentices and Dashfang heard their names being shouted across the crisp sky. She looked at the two apprentices giggling and growling at the other two mentors. The young apprentices then ran into the apprentice den, and mewed with surprise. It did look bigger on the inside.

Sunstar looked down on the two, new apprentices, but she was not smiling. She was frowning. She looked at Dashfang, and she felt a pain stab in her left side. She looked down at her as if she was going to do something, but instead, Setclaw led her into her den.

Dashfang could not help wondering why she was staring at her. A cold breeze ruffled her fur, and she turned the other way so no dirt got in her eyes. She stared at the sky, and she started to flap her wings and get off the ground. She flew onto the cloud. I hope that Skykit will get a Pegasus mentor so she can learn to fly. she thought to herself, and she looked down onto her clan

Applefur padded under her friend’s cloud. Dashfang flew down and she looked at her friend. Applefur mewed, “We need to see Copperpelt, Orangemist, and Goldiefur today,” she mewed and they needed to start their journey.

They swiftly passed Lightningpath, and a few monsters roared past before Dashfang and Applefur could pass. They passed Owl Tree, and they soon reached Fourtrees. Applefur and Dashfang stood for a couple of heartbeats, but then kept moving. They passed the two-leg bridge, and finally got to the lake. There was no stopping now. They quickly padded to where the thicket was. Dashfang stopped, and shivered at the air. The air was crisp, and cold, but they needed to keep moving.

Finally, they reached the thicket they hid in last time they came. They hid for a while, but no one came. “Do you think it was a trap?” Dashfang asked, and Applefur shook her head.

“Of course not!” she growled. “Why would Copperpelt trap me?” she looked at Dashfang with anger burning in her eyes.

Dashfang flinched at the way she said it. “I don’t know, I guess it’s just that, well, it’s taking so long.” Dashfang hated lying to Sunstar, but right now, she had to do it. She still thought that this was a trap, and they saw the sun turn to Sun-high. Dashfang stared outside the thicket, but then something happened.

A low growl came from outside the thicket. “Wait, I smell Lightningclan cats!” a little voice yowled. An elder, almost as big as Dashfang, jumped on top of Dashfang and Applefur. Her golden, fluffy fur puffed into Dashfang’s face as she fought them. She was about to strike when they all heard a large yowl.

Orangemist jumped into the thicket, and the golden elder was about to strike. “Mother!” growled Orangemist, “Stop right now!” She did stop the elder, and she growled and spat at Orangemist

The elder got off Dashfang, and stared at Orangemist. “Why are they here!” she growled, and she stared into her daughters eyes. She slowly got less tense as Orangemist told the story.

“Okay, so you are Goldiefur?” Dashfang asked.

The elder nodded.

“Can we talk now?” she asked, and Goldiefur got to her paws.

“Yes,” Goldiefur answered, “But I want to talk to only you, Dashfang, the rest of you leave.” She looked into Dashfang’s eyes.

“So, why did Fleurheart say that no Lightningclan cat would harm Burningfur?” she asked, and Goldiefur put her head down. She was silent for a moment, and all that Dashfang could hear was the breathing of the wind. It was so quiet that they could hear every animal chattering.

“Well, as you know, Fleurheart is their ‘adopted’ father,” she mewed, and she got to her paws.

Dashfang looked at her burning eyes as she said it. Goldiefur stood, and she stared at Dashfang. “The two warriors, Burningfur and Orangemist, are not my kits, they are from Lightningclan,” she revealed one of the most powerful secrets in the forest. However, what would she tell Sunstar?