Default Title - Write Your Own

Chapter Eight

The cat in the picture is Tallkit.

Lakeleap led the patrol, Mistyheart and Liontuft following. The patrol was silent, none of the cats knowing eachother well, and none of them being especially talkative anyway.

They were heading for the RiverClan border, and Mistyheart was as eager as ever to see if she could catch sight of Minnowpelt.

RiverClan scent hit Mistyheart's nose, yet they were still in ShadowClan territory, and not close to the border. Must be imagining things.

They continued to walk, but soon, Lakeleap growled, "RiverClan scent markers in our territory," she flattened her ears. "They think they can just take over ShadowClan? Never!"

Mistyheart shivered. Was this Cloverstar's idea?

Glancing at Liontuft, she could see fury in the fluffy grey tom's eyes. They continued to walk, pace quickened.

A tortoiseshell pelt. Mistyheart tensed. Of course, it could have been any other tortoiseshell cat, but Mistyheart recognised it immediately. Minnowpelt.

Her friend was with Seedheart and Flowerclaw. The two she cats were laughing and whispering to eachother while Flowerclaw placed scent markers in ShadowClan territory.

Liontuft bristled, before charging straight over to the RiverClan cats. "Liontuft!" Mistyheart hissed, stumbling after the older warrior.

Flowerclaw noticed the approaching ShadowClan warriors first, and his eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh, calm down, will you? We only moved the border by a whiskerlength!"

"A whiskerlength of territory which is meant to belong to ShadowClan." Mistyheart growled, unable to keep fear out of her voice.

"Leave ShadowClan alone," Lakeleap mewed, "We haven't done anything to harm you."

The splotchy sandy and white tom burst out laughing. "ShadowClan, proud? Able to defend their territory? Those are all just elders tales," he spoke mockingly. "Three on three, beat us if you want your precious territory back."

Liontuft let out a roar, leaping at Minnowpelt. The tortoiseshell didn't have time to move away, bowled to the ground by the ShadowClan warrior. Mistyheart watched in horror.

Before Mistyheart even had time to register what was happening, Flowerclaw flung himself at her. Despite his tiny size, his claws hurt like thorns as he raked them down Mistyheart's side. She freed herself from his grip, aiming to slash the RiverClan warrior down his face, but he dodged to the side swiftly.

"You're just weak!" Mistyheart could hear Minnowpelt speaking, though she forced herself to ignore her friend's voice and instead focus on Flowerclaw.

Flowerclaw raked his claws down one of Mistyheart's leg, before sinking his teeth in. She tried to move her leg away, but Flowerclaw had fastened himself on. "What's your problem?" She snarled.

"RiverClan can't look weak!" Flowerclaw answered.

"Let go of me!" Minnowpelt's voice again. She was a decent fighter, but Liontuft was strong. Is he beating her?

The screeches of pain from Seedheart implied that she too was being beaten. Flowerclaw seemed aware of this. He pulled away from Mistyheart, and hissed, "It's a good thing Cloverstar wasn't here. He would have made up for the poor actions of these two." He glared at Minnowpelt and Seedheart, pelting over to Minnowpelt to help her fight off Liontuft.

"Let me go!" Seedheart screeched. "You always were a foxheart, Lakeleap!"

Mistyheart saw the grey she cat flinch, as though remembering the events of Scorchtail's death and how she had been the cause. I can never forgive Lakeleap for that, but she was influenced by the Dark Forest.