Wind Whispers || Warriors Story || Chapter 13 Up!

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This little Warriors "Novel" (as my friend called it) was originally my supah bestie's idea. Okay, I admit, it took two weeks for me to actually create the story, so I'm excited for the outcome! (Comments and critiques are welcome!) Credits go to Erin Hunter, original creator of Warriors.

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Old poll ended on 12/26/11: Four people wanted me to write a part two and one person didn't want me to continue the series!
New poll is up! Contest for fanart will be held sometime in January 1-10 2012.


Table of Contents

Chapter One (below)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER ONE

A strong breeze blew over the small hills of the WindClan territory. A reddish-brown tortoiseshell she-cat, unbothered, headed towards the Twolegplace to fetch some catmint. Puffy whitish-gray clouds began to roll towards the hills. Quickly, the she-cat (better known as Redfrost) slipped through a Twoleg's gate. She sniffed the air for the minty scent and traced it to the depths of a garden. Redfrost pulled out as much catmint as she could hold in her jaws and scampered back to the WindClan camp.

The clouds were turning darker every heartbeat and Redfrost was relieved that the camp was close. She turned by two huge pine trees and into the camp. Two warriors guarded the entrance.

"Hello, Redfrost," said Brackenfur, a ginger tabby tom. "I see you've found the catmint. Did it take long?"

The tortoiseshell purred in amusement as she thought of how quickly she slipped into the Twoleg garden. She shook her head and tried to mew without dropping a catmint, "No, not really. The dogs at the Twolegplace weren't even out!"

Dawnfeather blinked at the medicine cat. "You don't sound thankful, Redfrost. And I thought you'd be glad that you didn't go through a ton of trouble with dogs!"

Redfrost dipped her head at the warrior, unable to speak. The catmint was already sliding from her jaws. She hurried to her den and piled up the catmint on the side of a rock. An elder lay in the den, watching her with mild interest.

"I'm guessing you have enough for my whitecough?" the elder, Squirreltail, wheezed. Her breath was dry and ragged. "I would hate to be in the paws of StarClan by tomorrow, you know!"

Redfrost gritted her teeth as she pawed a catmint leaf towards Squirreltail. The elder was extremely cranky nowadays and she figured her whitecough was a huge affect to it. "Squirreltail, how many times do I have to tell you that you're not going to die?"

But the fluffy-tailed elder just sighed and chewed up tusement and satisfaction. Redfrost let out a purr of amusement and satisfaction. She turned away, but suddenly her vision blurred and she was standing out in the moors. How in the name of StarClan did I get out here? The she-cat thought, panic rising into her throat.

A massive black tom and a ginger-coated she-cat stood in front of her, their backs turned. The WindClan medicine cat's pelt prickled with fear. The tom turned to her and mewed softly, "Wind alone will free the truth of the moors... but also destroy it."

The ginger she-cat didn't turn around like the tom, but she padded next to Redfrost, amber eyes gleaming with mischief. "Make sure WindClan makes the right decisions, or death will come."

Redfrost's eyes fluttered open and she was back at her den. The tortoiseshell's heart was beating quickly and she looked around wildly for the tom and the she-cat, but Squirreltail was the only one in her den. The brown tabby she-cat let out a long hiss of irritation.

"What happened to you?" she growled. She flicked her fluffy tail and added mildly, "My chest feels tight. I feel like I can't breathe."

But Redfrost didn't hear her. She sat down, thinking about what the black tom said. Was it possible that it was the new propechy? She closed her eyes for a moment, wondering if StarClan would give her a sign about what it meant. And what did the ginger she-cat mean when she mentioned the right decisions? Redfrost's mind was spinning and she opened her eyes.

The medicine cat secretly hoped that the two cats' words were just an idea of a practical joke. But they sounded deadly serious to her...

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CHAPTER TWO

The strong wind ruffled the two tom loners' pelts as they raced behind a large clump of bramble, determined not to be seen. Especially by those Clan cats. One of the cats, a black tom, thought. He growled at the sight of cream-pelted she-cat ducking into the deeper parts of the small hills. His companion, a black-and-white tom, gave him a look.

"We won't attack them yet Sting," he warned softly. "We musn't get ahead of ourselves. We don't even know the layout of their camp!"

The black tom called Sting sighed in frustration. "Wish we did, Fletcher. Those cats did us nothing but deep pain." He said nothing more and watched the hills until he saw no other cat approaching or exiting.

Sting beckoned for his companion, Fletcher, to follow him into the depths of the hills with a flick of his tail. They crept to the side of the entrance. A massive cream-and-brown tom sat there, alert and seemingly ready for an attack. Sting let out a very low purr of amusement. Good thing we rolled in a big patch of Twoleg dump. Otherwise, we might be crowfood!

The cream tom blinked, and Sting seized the moment. Quick as an eagle catching fish, he slipped into the Clan entrance unseen with Fletcher right on his tail. They ducked behind a big bracken bush and took deep breaths.

"Sting, do we really have to hide?" Fletcher rasped. He gave his ruffled shoulder fur a few quick licks and faced the black tom again. "Can't we just confront their leader and tell them what we want?"

Sting shook his head impatiently, silently urging his companion to pipe down. A group of three cats were passing by. The two toms held their breaths until the patrol past. Then, they slipped into a den, first making sure that it was completely empty. They were in luck. A tom with ruffled gray-and-white fur was grooming himself in the middle.

Sting studied him as the tom froze, eyes narrowed. Harper had described that the leader of the Clan looked like this, so he knew that they had found their target. Fletcher hissed, unsheathing his claws. The black tom raised his tail so that his companion knew not to attack... yet.

"Greetings," Sting mewed, dipping his head at the Clan leader. His tone was friendly and full of respect, but his eyes shone with anger and hatred. "We have come to discuss territory rights. I am Sting, and this is Fletcher."

The leader blinked slowly, yellow eyes narrowed. "What do you want? This territory belongs to WindClan. Move somewhere else!"

"You see, we can't do that." Fletcher hissed, his tone burning with deep anger. "This was originally our territory... until your precious WindClan stole it from us." He dug his claws deep into the earth of the den, struggling not to yowl and alert the entire Clan.

The gray tom mewed, "I don't understand...", but his eyes showed a tiny glimmer of comprehension. He turned away from them and began to pace the den. Sting glanced at Fletcher before unsheathing his claws. He padded forward so that he was just a few fox-lengths away from the tom.

"Give us what we want and none of your Clanmates will be harmed." Sting threatened him. "We are prepared to take their lives for this piece of territory."

The Clan leader shook his head, but the smell of fear was overpowering. Fletcher and Sting let out a snarl and leaped onto the tom and they rolled about until the tom yowled, "Mintfern!"

Fletcher's eyes widened as some Clanmates entered the den with a huge growl, claws unsheathed. The loners leaped off the leader and Sting muttered to him, "So be it! Blame yourself if one of your beloved Clan members' life is gone."

The two tom loners pushed their way out of the WindClan camp and raced out of sight. A cream-pelted she-cat scuttered over to the leader's side.

"Are you alright?" she muttered, her unusually frosty-green eyes wide with concern. "Did they hurt you? How did they get in, Ruffledstar, and what did they want?"

Ruffledstar's eyes still flickered with worry as he answered in a low, trembling tone, "I'm fine, Mintfern."

Mintfern and the rest of the Clan members in the den never noticed that Ruffledstar purposely avoided the last two questions. The very thought that one member of WindClan was on the line of death was so powerful that Ruffledstar's pelt still prickled with anxiety and fear.

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CHAPTER THREE(Three days after the loners' visit)

Creekpaw and his sister Streampaw rolled in the dirt, practicing a battle move that their mentors had taught them just a few moments ago. Creekpaw hooked his sheathed paw on Streampaw's neck and attempted to thrust her back, but Streampaw kicked him off. Creekpaw gave a grunt as he rolled into a prickly bush.

"How can you be a WindClan warrior if you didn't expect that easy move?" Streampaw teased, her blue eyes gleaming with triumph and satisfaction. Her silver and gray-striped pelt seemed to shine in the sunlight. "You'd have thought Maplefeather taught you loads already!"

Creekpaw struggled to his paws, still a little dazed from the kick Streampaw gave him. He gave his gray chest fur a few quick licks to hide his embarrassment. "Next time I'll get you, Streampaw! You wouldn't even know what hit you!"

Streampaw let out of mrww of laughter. "Right, and hedgehogs fly." she snorted.

A slim, dappled tortoiseshell she-cat stepped out from behind a bush. It was Creekpaw's mentor, Maplefeather. Behind her was Spottedtail, an unsusually spotted muscular tom. He was Streampaw's mentor. Maplefeather gave Creekpaw and Streampaw a sharp look.

"What in StarClan are you doing here?" she demanded. "Mintfern assigned a hunting patrol and she wants you two to come."

"We were looking for you two everywhere and you ended up fooling around in the clearing." Spottedtail added with a small frown.

Creekpaw's pelt bristled defensively. "We weren't fooling around, we were practicing our battle moves!"

"It doesn't matter." Spottedtail mewed harshly. "We need to feed the mouths of our hungry Clanmates. Now come on before the sun sets and all the prey would be hard to find."

Creekpaw and Streampaw followed Spottedtail into the widely spaced WindClan hunting territory, leaving Maplefeather behind. Whisperbreeze came out from the WindClan camp and followed closely behind the two apprentices without a word.

Spottedtail halted and turned to face the apprentices. "Creekpaw and I will hunt towards the other side of the border of ThunderClan, also known as the stream. Whisperbreeze, take Streampaw and hunt around here. We'll meet back here when the sun has nearly set."

Whisperbreeze and Streampaw dipped their heads in understanding. Streampaw touched the tip of her tail to Creekpaw's ear. "Good luck! I'll probably catch way more fresh-kill than you anyway!"

Creekpaw let out a hiss of annoyance, but Spottedtail beckoned for Creekpaw to follow him. The gray apprentice reluctantly followed. They soon approached the stream that separted the territories of ThunderClan and WindClan. Spottedtail looked at him sternly.

"You will not fool around, understand?" he meowed crossly. "We have little light left before sunset and I want you to make the most of your time."

Creekpaw nodded and Spottedtail moved a little farther upstream. Creekpaw looked around, tasting the air carefully for any scent of prey. Instantly, he smelled a fat rabbit and wildly gazed around trying to look for it. At last, he spotted a brown body clashing with the grass. The gray tom dropped into a crouch and began to step lightly towards it. The rabbit seemed to sense it was being hunted and raced away.

Spitting furiously, Creekpaw chased after it, legs pumping hard. He unsheathed his claws and leaped into the air. He landed next to the rabbit, and it tried to run away. But the apprentice was quicker he reached out and swiped at its neck. It lay limp on the grass, dead and bleeding. Pleased, he nosed the rabbit a couple of times before he was aware of a shuffling noise coming from the stream's bordering rocks.

Then, Creekpaw felt himself being pushed down. He struggled until he was aware that his attacker had unsheathed his claws. A sharp, piercing pain sent waves all over his body. A dark stain appeared on his chest fur. Creekpaw took a look at his attacker before his vision blurred.

"Who are you?" he managed to wheeze out before his eyes fluttered closed.

Creekpaw's attacker swiped his claws at the apprentice's neck without answering, just to make sure he was dead. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he murmured to the dead cat, "I am your Clan's greatest enemy."

The stranger snatched up the rabbit that Creekpaw killed and raced away.

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"Creekpaw? Creekpaw?" Spottedtail called. He burried the mouse and the two rabbits he found by the stream and gazed around, looking for the gray apprentice.

He took a good sniff of the air and his pelt bristled. The air tasted of blood, prey, and two cats; One unknown, and one was Creekpaw's scent. Spottedtail padded around before he stepped on something soft and furry. It was a cat's tail. Soon, he yowled out in horror.

Creekpaw was surrounded with blood, a deep scratch running down his chest and a nice, clean slice at his throat. There were unknown black and gray fur stuck in his claws, as if he tried to fight his attacker. But there was no mistaking what had happened.

Creekpaw was dead.

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CHAPTER FOUR

"What do you mean Creekpaw's dead?" Ruffledstar growled, eyes flashing. "How could he die?"

Spottedtail and Whisperbreeze hung their heads. Whisperbreeze's fur prickled uneasily as the WindClan leader glowered at them. The two warriors had dragged back Creekpaw's body, Streampaw being exeptionally grief-stricken. She was now with Redfrost, chewing on a poppy seed in shock. Streampaw, after all, was Creakpaw's sister.

Ruffledstar's fur bristled. "Who killed him, Spottedtail, Whisperbreeze?"

Spottedtail glanced at Whisperbreeze and mewed shakily, "I... I think he was hunting and a rogue cat attacked him. He struggled for his life, but he was killed in the end. There was gray and black fur found in Creekpaw's claws. His throat was slit and there was a deep wound stretching from his chest and to his belly."

Ruffledstar's eyes suddenly looked older and weary. He swept his gaze to Creekpaw's battered body. The apprentice had just started training to become a warrior. He suddenly remembered Maplefeather, Creekpaw's mentor. "Has anyone told Maplefeather yet?"

Mintfern, Ruffledstar's deputy, nodded. "She was informed at once. She's quite shocked and not herself at the moment. I suggested that she go to Redfrost for poppy seeds, like Streampaw. Maplefeather is there now."

Ruffledstar murmured, "Good... good." He started to pace up and down nervously. Mintfern stared at him, her frosty green eyes filled with concern.

"Ruffledstar, I know that you have an idea about who killed Creekpaw." Mintfern mewed calmly. "I do not see why you cannot share it with the rest of the Clan. Streampaw and Maplefeather have the right to know especially!"

Ruffledstar looked up at her, seeming to have come back to his senses. His yellow eyes blinked slowly in confusion. Then he sighed and muttered, "Yes, yes, I shall do that now."

Mintfern, Spottedtail, and Whisperbreeze watched as Ruffledstar leaped onto the small pile of rocks called the Rockpile. Ruffledstar yowled, "Let all cats old enough to hunt for themselves gather around the Rockpile for a Clan meeting."

Dozens of cats poured out of the dens and into the center of the camp, most of them looking anxious or worried. Ruffledstar's pelt prickled uneasily. How was he going to explain the killer of Creekpaw's death when all he could think about at the moment was the threat that Sting and Fletcher gave him three sunrises before.

"As you all should have realized by now, Creekpaw has been murdered." Ruffledstar mewed, his voice distant and unfocused. He gazed around his shocked, angry Clan before continuing, "I have some idea about who killed him. Two tom rogues threatened to kill WindClan cats if we didn't give up our territory. Unfortunately, we indeed have lost a cat."

Breechlight, a cream-and-brown tom, yowled, "But surely we aren't going to surrender, are we Ruffledstar?"

"But our kits won't be safe, Breechlight!" Dewpelt, his mate, argued. Her blue eyes flashed. " Surely Peachkit, Whitekit, and Foxkit mean more to you!"

Breechlight bowed his head, unable to speak. Ruffledstar sighed. How was he going to take away his cats from a place they've called home? But Dewpelt was right; kits weren't safe at times like this. He glanced at Mintfern, his closest advisor. Mintfern shrugged simply, and Ruffledstar turned back to his anxious Clan.

"We will not move from the place we call home." he meowed. "Instead, two patrols will keep watch of the borders morning and night. No kit or apprentice is to go out without a warrior. Queens, make sure all kits are in the nursery before sunset. And lastly, three cats of Mintfern's choice will guard the entrance each day."

Most cats nodded in approval, but Dewpelt looked unsatisfied, as did Squirreltail and Twistedfoot, the elders. Ruffledstar leaped off the Rockpile, silently wondering whether he made the right choice or not. His Clan was not safe, and he knew it.

"Ruffledstar?" mewed a soft voice. Redfrost's voice. "I think you made the right decision, but how long will the Clan hold? Can we really stand losing more cats?"

Ruffledstar's pelt bristled at his medicine cat's words. "We will survive! We will make sure the rogues never kill another again!" he snarled. Taking a deep breath, he muttered calmly, "Have you had a sign from StarClan about this problem yet?"

Redfrost shook her head, looking worried. "I have not, but I shall inform you when I get a message."

Ruffledstar thought he saw untruthfullness flash in her eyes, but Redfrost turned away imediately. The WindClan leader watched as the she-cat padded back to her den. How can I mistrust my own medicine cat? Mintfern and her are the only ones I can rely on during these times! Ruffledstar watched his Mintfern organizing patrols, secretly wondering how they were going to survive.

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The same black rogue tom called Sting turned to his companions, this time a she-cat with a cream pelt and a black-gray tom. Sting let out a purr of amusement as he watched the WindClan leader anounce the death of the cat called Creekpaw. He turned to the black-gray tom. "Well done with the kit, Demon."

Demon hissed proudly. "It was simple. The kit never saw me coming. And to think he was going to become a warrior!"

"Clan cats are stupid." growled the she-cat. "They settle things by peace and justice no matter how tough the situation!"

Sting sighed exasperatedly. "We know that Melon! This 'accident' will be sure to trigger their fear. I just hope it was enough."

Demon stared at him. "But I know you heard the foolish leader say that he wouldn't surrender, just tighten the security. Why are you hoping when your plan failed?"

"You're stupid too, Demon!" Sting snapped. He gazed into the camp, then looked back at the two other rogues. "My plan is working nicely. But the security part wasn't what I expected. My plan was to frighten them senseless so the next murders would force them to give in."

Melon narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Wait a second Sting, you said 'murders'..."

Sting's eyes flashed with vengeance. He remembered how his family had died because of these Clan cats.

"You heard right, Melon." the black tom mewed. "We are murdering one cat from each Clan this time."

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Now write more. :U

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You'll see another chapter in a few days or so.

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