Chapter 3

"You almost caught that one!" Whitefoot purred.

Blackheart and Whitefoot were watching their apprentices hunt for the Clan. It was almost sunhigh, when the Clan would eat together.

Cinderpaw had already caught a blackbird, while Timberpaw almost caught a squirrel. Timberpaw had tripped on a stick and scared the squirrel away.

The dark brown tabby apprentice grumbled about sticks always being in his way when he hunted. Blackheart thought she knew who was responsible for that, glaring at Cinderpaw. The gray apprentice was pretending to look for more prey, avoiding her gaze.

"Hey Whitefoot. I think Cinderpaw knows where the sticks come from." Blackheart murmured to her sister.

Whitefoot shifted her gaze to Cinderpaw, who was still trying not to look guilty. She padded towards him, taking the stick that Timberpaw tripped on, and dropped it on Cinderpaw's head.

"Hey! What was that for?" he growled, whirling around. When he saw Whitefoot was standing there, his gaze fell to the ground, guilty for yelling at a senior warrior.

"I'm sorry." he apologized.

"Now then, let's get back to hunting, shall we?" Whitefoot announced.

Blackheart strolled over to Cinderpaw and flicked her tail at him.

"Let's go, Cinderpaw. Maybe next time, you shouldn't throw sticks in front of Timberpaw." she meowed. The gray tom glanced up at Blackheart, then followed her with the rest of the patrol.

Being on guard at moonrise wasn't a difficult thing to do, unless there was a fox around. Blackheart never experienced a fox invasion before, and didn't want to do so tonight.

She guarded the camp tonight, trying to stay awake. Just before her droopy eyes closed completely, she heard a rustling sound from the west.

Staying awake now wasn't going to be hard now that she had something to investigate. She trotted towards the sound, stopping in front of the StormClan border.

Blackheart couldn't see anything beyond the thick clouds circling their camp, but she did hear the sound again.

Turning back towards DarkClan's camp, she wondered what was making the noise. She jumped when she saw a figure in front of her as she turned.

A black-and-white tom padded in front of Blackheart's view. Coldspirit looked the same as usual, even with the same scratches on his flank. Then a ginger she-cat padded next to him, meeting her sight. Blackheart recognized Redfur from StormClan.

"What are you two doing here?" she murmured. Redfur glanced at Coldspirit, then spoke.

"We have come to ask you if you wanted to help us get revenge on MoonClan."

Blackheart was astonished. She had always hated MoonClan for causing the herb shortage, but also Eagletalon for not getting them sooner. So she agreed to the idea and the three cats planned to leave during the Gathering.

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