Warriors: Rising Storm

Dashfang woke when she felt a cat shove her aside. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened to yawn. She then got up, and saw Cloudystorm in front of her. “Dashfang,” she meowed. “We need you outside.”

Dashfang nodded, and got up. Her eyes opened wide, and her paws stepped over each other. She was still tired from the Gathering the other night, and she could not see very well. She walked out of her den, and saw Sentrywing, Lightningstorm, and Soarwing with two other warriors with them. She could smell the strong scent of ShadeClan on them, and she noticed that one was small, and the other was much bigger.

Sunstar popped her head from her den, and she saw the cats. “What do you want?” she growled, and the little yellow pegacat duck down, and the blue, large pegacat stand straight.

His head was huge. “I am Prismfoot, and this is Shuttercloud,” he meowed, pointing his nose to his friend.

Shuttercloud raised his head, and he smiled. His eyes were bright, but they faded when he remembered what he was going to say. “ShadeClan is very sick,” he meowed, and Dashfang looked at the two, poor ShadeClan warriors. She could tell they were sick with the disease too. The both looked small and weak. Browniefur popped her head out of the medicine cat clearing, and he smiled.

“Can I help?” he asked, and Spitfire looked at her apprentice.

“No,” she growled. “You aren’t ready, and this sickness is deadly. If you caught it, the whole clan could be in trouble!” She turned her tail on her apprentice, and he frowned.

Dashfang watched him walk back into his clearing, looking back at Shuttercloud one last time. He smiled, and turned back to his den. Dashfang sighed, and her eyes were lying on the cats. Their fur was all tangled, and she feels that some cat should help them.

Finally, Shuttercloud spoke again. “We were just wondering if we could borrow some herbs from you so we can fix ourselves up. The herbs where we are are scarce, and there’s nothing left,” he meowed, looking up at Sunstar.

Sunstar shook her head. “No!” she growled, and Shuttercloud jumped back. “Go back to your clan, now!” she ordered.

The cats stepped back, and they ran out of the clan. Spitfire stepped forward when Sunstar called her name. “What sickness did they have?” she asked.

Spitfire looked at her leader, and she thought. “I’m pretty sure their disease was something carried by rats. It was never named, but it was deadly.” She looked at Sunstar, and her leader nodded.

Sunstar saw Shuttercloud’s tail at the entrance, and she sighed. “Come in, Shuttercloud,” she meowed, and he came in with Prismfoot behind him. “How did you get the sickness?” she asked, and Shuttercloud thought.

“Well, since prey is scarce, we started to eat rats from the twoleg waste place,” he meowed, and Sunstar nodded.

“Now, Dashfang, Lightningstorm, take them back to ShadeClan,” she meowed, jumping back into her den.

Dashfang nodded and she looked at Lightningstorm. They reach Lightningpath, and see some flashes of light from monsters. They watch Shuttercloud and Prismfoot leave. “I can’t believe how strict Sunstar was with them,” Lightningstorm meowed, and Dashfang nodded.

She noticed something under Lightningpath. A tunnel. “What’s this?” she asked Lightningstorm, and he walked over to the little tunnel.

“I don’t know,” he meowed, and he sniffed inside of it. “Smells like twolegs.” He looked inside, and he popped into the tunnel. Dashfang squeezed in after him, and they saw the tunnel led to the fourtrees.

“Hmm, strange,” meowed, Dashfang. “We should tell Sunstar about this.” Lightningstorm agreed, and they ran back to camp. When they finally reached the hill, Dashfang saw the clan retreating to their dens.

She ran down with Lightningstorm by her side, and she looked for Sunstar. She found her leader huddled up in her nest, and she meowed. “Come in Dashfang,” she meowed, and Dashfang walked in.

“We found a tunnel just under Lightningpath,” she meowed. She looked at her paws when Sunstar did not answer, but she just nodded.

She turned around, and jumped out of the den. Lightningstorm followed her, and she saw Skypaw squeeze out of the apprentice den. Lightningstorm caught up with Dashfang with a swift jump. “I’ll leave you two to hunt,” he meowed, licking Skypaw softly.

Dashfang nodded, and looked at her apprentice. She noticed that she seemed much fatter than any other apprentice did. She shrugged it off, and touched Skypaw with her tail. “C’mon, Skypaw,” she meowed, and her apprentice looked up. “We need to go to the training hollow.” She got to her paws, and she left the camp with Skypaw close behind.

They finally reached the training hollow, and Dashfang felt the soft grass under her paws. The whole area dipped down into a strange crater type thing. She looked at Skypaw, and smiled. “Now,” she meowed. “Why don’t you train on me?” She looked down at her apprentice.

“Do you mean, fight you?” she asked, and Dashfang nodded.

She crouched down, and began the fight. Dashfang did not get hurt at all. Skypaw was not really trying. She jumped at Dashfang, but missed. Her sheathed claws hit Dashfang in the head, and she puffed out air when Dashfang told her to stop.

“I-I think I should just hunt alone,” she meowed, still breathing heavily.

Dashfang nodded. “Of course,” she meowed, and she ran to camp. Before she got there, however, she stopped at a tree, and climbed up to the branches. She leapt from tree to tree, following Skypaw. Her wing was still healing from when she ran it into the rock trying to save Orangemist’s kits, so she could not move them. Skypaw stopped at the edge of Twoleg place.

She jumped out the fence, so Dashfang climbed up higher. She saw Skypaw’s blue fur stop at the door, and she heard her. She did not hear any words come out of her mouth, but a sharp yowl and the door opened with a twoleg picking her up. She purred at the twoleg, and she rubbed against her legs. Dashfang was shocked, and she could feel her paws slip from the tree.