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Snowmint's Capture --- Chapter 7
Snowmint pressed her body against the ferns trying to hear Rashstar and Stagwing talking.
"Our kits will be excellent," Stagwing said confidently, but he felt sickened as he said it.
Snowmint let out a loud gasp, 'He's using me!' She clawed at the moss under her and began franticly looking about for a way out.
A queen who happened to hear her chaotic movements slowly walked in. She had an angelic presence and a grace that slowed Snowmint down.
"Hello Thunderclan she-cat. Snowmint, right?"
Snowmint had never met a cat that didn't know her. She was the deputy after all.
"Yes, that's right. And you are...?"
"Blisscloud." She paued, her voice was so elegant, Snowmint longed to be in her paws, "What are you doing?"
Snowmint felt a trust towards this cat, "I need to escape. I need to get back to my clan."
Blisscloud looked confused, "But if you go back you can't be with Stagwing anymore."
Snowmint felt like ice had peirced her heart. It was true, she knew she could never be with Stagwing. They had a duty to their clans. She felt such an eager longing for him, as if she wouldn't be able to breath without him.
"Stagwing is my brother," Blisscloud said. Snowmint then noticed the similar smoky brown fur around her face and back, with cream mixed in. Her face had longer hair and her eyes were darker. "I can tell he really loves you. He'd probably leave us to rot for you." She laughed a little, "I wish I had a tom that would love me that much."
The queen become upset. The albinio she-cat watched as a cat she longed to be turned into someone she pitied.
"My mate was taken away and killed by one of Rashstar's patrols. I was kitting, but our son was born deaf. They tried to kill him too but I gave him to a Riverclan queen. My life has been terrible..." She looked up, her silver eyes locked onto Snowmint's, "Please. Take me with you. Save me."
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"Splatbelly! No more frightening the kits!"
The old tom laughed as Yewfrost scolded him. Berrysplatter and Loststar watched the eldest cat in the forest full of glee as he warned kits about Slasher coming after their tails if they didn't go to sleep on time.
"Its good for them," He said. He was shaking due to how old he was, and how cold the night was becoming. He slumped down and cuddled up to his daughter, who was fast asleep.
Loststar walked over to her mother and licked her on the cheek. Twineheart grinned a little, but continued to snooze. Berrysplatter and his mate turned and walked away to go talk to Heatwave.
The black and dark ginger she-cat was talking to Wind.
"What was your name?"
"I don't know! I can't remember!"
"But you remember your mate's name." She said, sounding inpatient and tense as she talked.
A dreamy look came to his eyes, "I could never forget her name. She's the most beautiful cat in the world. My sweet Blisscloud." He smiled, the scars on his face moving upwards.
Heatwave snorted and turned to her leader, "Will we attack Windclan?" She asked. She had been in many minor battles, the only major being the one Sunspots gave her life for.
Berrysplatter nodded. "We have a few kits that will be apprentices in a few days. Jagpaw and Shockpaw will be ready for their warrior names soon. Lets give it another half-moon."
Loststar rolled her eyes, "That's hardly enough time, but I want my daughter back, safe in our camp."
Heatwave felt the rage against Windclan building. She was ready to fight.
"It wont be long before Windclan falls apart."
The cats turned and looked over at Lushface. The pretty she-cat, who looked just like the cat she was named after, padded over.
"Rashstar's illness will kill him soon enough."
Wind nodded quickly, "That's right!" He got excited and jumped up, "Rashstar's kits and one of his mates also had the rash. They got it from them. Some died."
"One of his mates!?" Heatwave said, flabbergasted. "How many did he have?"
Wind looked down, "Um...about five or six. He kills them when he gets a pretty new one."
Loststar looked appalled. "Snowmint! We have to save her now!"
Snowmint pressed her body against the ferns trying to hear Rashstar and Stagwing talking.
"Our kits will be excellent," Stagwing said confidently, but he felt sickened as he said it.
Snowmint let out a loud gasp, 'He's using me!' She clawed at the moss under her and began franticly looking about for a way out.
A queen who happened to hear her chaotic movements slowly walked in. She had an angelic presence and a grace that slowed Snowmint down.
"Hello Thunderclan she-cat. Snowmint, right?"
Snowmint had never met a cat that didn't know her. She was the deputy after all.
"Yes, that's right. And you are...?"
"Blisscloud." She paued, her voice was so elegant, Snowmint longed to be in her paws, "What are you doing?"
Snowmint felt a trust towards this cat, "I need to escape. I need to get back to my clan."
Blisscloud looked confused, "But if you go back you can't be with Stagwing anymore."
Snowmint felt like ice had peirced her heart. It was true, she knew she could never be with Stagwing. They had a duty to their clans. She felt such an eager longing for him, as if she wouldn't be able to breath without him.
"Stagwing is my brother," Blisscloud said. Snowmint then noticed the similar smoky brown fur around her face and back, with cream mixed in. Her face had longer hair and her eyes were darker. "I can tell he really loves you. He'd probably leave us to rot for you." She laughed a little, "I wish I had a tom that would love me that much."
The queen become upset. The albinio she-cat watched as a cat she longed to be turned into someone she pitied.
"My mate was taken away and killed by one of Rashstar's patrols. I was kitting, but our son was born deaf. They tried to kill him too but I gave him to a Riverclan queen. My life has been terrible..." She looked up, her silver eyes locked onto Snowmint's, "Please. Take me with you. Save me."
---
"Splatbelly! No more frightening the kits!"
The old tom laughed as Yewfrost scolded him. Berrysplatter and Loststar watched the eldest cat in the forest full of glee as he warned kits about Slasher coming after their tails if they didn't go to sleep on time.
"Its good for them," He said. He was shaking due to how old he was, and how cold the night was becoming. He slumped down and cuddled up to his daughter, who was fast asleep.
Loststar walked over to her mother and licked her on the cheek. Twineheart grinned a little, but continued to snooze. Berrysplatter and his mate turned and walked away to go talk to Heatwave.
The black and dark ginger she-cat was talking to Wind.
"What was your name?"
"I don't know! I can't remember!"
"But you remember your mate's name." She said, sounding inpatient and tense as she talked.
A dreamy look came to his eyes, "I could never forget her name. She's the most beautiful cat in the world. My sweet Blisscloud." He smiled, the scars on his face moving upwards.
Heatwave snorted and turned to her leader, "Will we attack Windclan?" She asked. She had been in many minor battles, the only major being the one Sunspots gave her life for.
Berrysplatter nodded. "We have a few kits that will be apprentices in a few days. Jagpaw and Shockpaw will be ready for their warrior names soon. Lets give it another half-moon."
Loststar rolled her eyes, "That's hardly enough time, but I want my daughter back, safe in our camp."
Heatwave felt the rage against Windclan building. She was ready to fight.
"It wont be long before Windclan falls apart."
The cats turned and looked over at Lushface. The pretty she-cat, who looked just like the cat she was named after, padded over.
"Rashstar's illness will kill him soon enough."
Wind nodded quickly, "That's right!" He got excited and jumped up, "Rashstar's kits and one of his mates also had the rash. They got it from them. Some died."
"One of his mates!?" Heatwave said, flabbergasted. "How many did he have?"
Wind looked down, "Um...about five or six. He kills them when he gets a pretty new one."
Loststar looked appalled. "Snowmint! We have to save her now!"
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poor wind!