10: The Calm
Robinsong rushed through the camp, rain blasting down as the sky grows darker. She snaked through the cats that were rushing past her with a look of panic on their faces. As she looks around, the she-cat notices that the posts have all been abandoned. “What's happened,” she asks aloud, before running straight to the leader’s den.
The wind rushed past the she-cat, causing shivers down her spine. She slowed down to a trot, heading through the narrow passage way into the leader’s den. “Thistlestar, it’s a red alert. Whitecloud is in the camp,” Robinsong announced as she entered.
“I noticed,” Thistlestar says as he turned around, revealing two slashes on his cheek, “we had a very nice conversation.”
Robinsong frowned as she approached her leader. “It doesn’t look deep. You should get one of the medicine cats to look over it though.”
Thistlestar gave a small smile and courteous nod to his deputy. “Thank you for your suggestion but I don’t think I have time for it right now. It’s a minor wound,” he says as he begins to pace.
“Okay, so when he approached me, he already had blood on his fur. We need to find the injured-” Thistlestar began before Robinsong cut him off.
“Hawkthorn was the hurt cat. He’s been taken to get help by Sunstorm and Swallownest,” Robinsong says, keeping all emotions off her face.
Thistlestar stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “Is he okay?”
“He will be fine,” Robinsong cuts in again. “What is the plan boss?”
“Okay, we need to keep the clan calm. Everyone is to remain in their spots. Take your patrol guys and patrol around the camp, try to locate where he is hidden,” Thistlestar commands, returning to his pacing.
As Thistlestar finished his statement, a cat ran into the den as the duo swivelled around, hissing at the cat before backing down after noticing it was the medicine cat, Cherrycrest. Her coat was soaked with water dripping down, forming a puddle underfoot. The silence continued for a moment as the she-cat breathed heavily. “Someone in the clan has been helping the rogue, that’s what the ancestors told me.”
Thistlestar turned to Cherrycrest frowning. “Think clearly about what you were told exactly. Are you sure that you were talking to our ancestors about a traitor?”
With a determined nod, Cherrycrest replied, “They told me ‘a cat of thorns knows the truth’ about the rogue. He is being helped from the inside, that’s what that must mean, right?”
Thistlestar nodded, turning to Robinsong. “Okay, I need you to grab a couple of warriors that you trust and find the traitor. They are likely to be hiding Whitecloud.”
“Cherrycrest, head back to the medicine cat den and help Bluemoon,” Thistlestar commands.
The she-cat nods and quickly exits the den, leaving just the two cats to stand in silence. All that can be heard was the dripping of the rain overhead. Drip. Drip. Drip. The cats stood, their unspoken fears circling the area.
“Go, go and find him. Take the rogue down,” Thistlestar says to his deputy, before turning away and leaving the den himself.
Robinsong took some deep breathes, standing in the silence of the den. As the rain threw down, the she-cat darted out of the den, going to find a companion to aid her in locating the rogue.
The wind rushed past the she-cat, causing shivers down her spine. She slowed down to a trot, heading through the narrow passage way into the leader’s den. “Thistlestar, it’s a red alert. Whitecloud is in the camp,” Robinsong announced as she entered.
“I noticed,” Thistlestar says as he turned around, revealing two slashes on his cheek, “we had a very nice conversation.”
Robinsong frowned as she approached her leader. “It doesn’t look deep. You should get one of the medicine cats to look over it though.”
Thistlestar gave a small smile and courteous nod to his deputy. “Thank you for your suggestion but I don’t think I have time for it right now. It’s a minor wound,” he says as he begins to pace.
“Okay, so when he approached me, he already had blood on his fur. We need to find the injured-” Thistlestar began before Robinsong cut him off.
“Hawkthorn was the hurt cat. He’s been taken to get help by Sunstorm and Swallownest,” Robinsong says, keeping all emotions off her face.
Thistlestar stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “Is he okay?”
“He will be fine,” Robinsong cuts in again. “What is the plan boss?”
“Okay, we need to keep the clan calm. Everyone is to remain in their spots. Take your patrol guys and patrol around the camp, try to locate where he is hidden,” Thistlestar commands, returning to his pacing.
As Thistlestar finished his statement, a cat ran into the den as the duo swivelled around, hissing at the cat before backing down after noticing it was the medicine cat, Cherrycrest. Her coat was soaked with water dripping down, forming a puddle underfoot. The silence continued for a moment as the she-cat breathed heavily. “Someone in the clan has been helping the rogue, that’s what the ancestors told me.”
Thistlestar turned to Cherrycrest frowning. “Think clearly about what you were told exactly. Are you sure that you were talking to our ancestors about a traitor?”
With a determined nod, Cherrycrest replied, “They told me ‘a cat of thorns knows the truth’ about the rogue. He is being helped from the inside, that’s what that must mean, right?”
Thistlestar nodded, turning to Robinsong. “Okay, I need you to grab a couple of warriors that you trust and find the traitor. They are likely to be hiding Whitecloud.”
“Cherrycrest, head back to the medicine cat den and help Bluemoon,” Thistlestar commands.
The she-cat nods and quickly exits the den, leaving just the two cats to stand in silence. All that can be heard was the dripping of the rain overhead. Drip. Drip. Drip. The cats stood, their unspoken fears circling the area.
“Go, go and find him. Take the rogue down,” Thistlestar says to his deputy, before turning away and leaving the den himself.
Robinsong took some deep breathes, standing in the silence of the den. As the rain threw down, the she-cat darted out of the den, going to find a companion to aid her in locating the rogue.