The Darkest Nights - Part 2

Whispervoice had been walking for moons now, surviving off whatever she could find. She traveled from forest to forest, hoping for shelter, but each time, the clans there drove her out of their territory.
If only they had listened to my words.


She was close to starving if she didn't find something, and parted her jaws slightly for the scent of prey to flow in.  She found a mouse after only a few moments of searching and dropped into a hunter's crouch she'd picked up from other clans. Whispervoice pounced, killing the prey swiftly.
Before she had a chance to take a bite, however, she was bowled over by a dark ginger tabby tom, smaller than she was.
"Who are you?" The growl was only slightly threatening, but she could feel her spine fur stand on end.
Whispervoice stood, shaking her surprise off. The tom that had attacked her was only an apprentice; she'd seen too many apprentices during her travels to know. A black she-cat stood a little ways behind him, watching with bright yellow eyes of interest.
"Whispervoice. If you want me to leave, I understand." Her tail flicked to the side, but she hadn't gone for the flickering bit of hope that had been bothering her.
The apprentice's mentor shook her head, stepping forward. "Wait. Did you want to, um, join SunClan?" Her eyes shifted to Whispervoice's belly. "I think you'd like the help. I'm Duskpelt, and this is Rowanpaw." Her ear flicked towards Rowanpaw, who had lost the threatening look in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you two." She smiled at them, immensely grateful. "And yes, I'd like to join."

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Thistlefang nodded toward the new members of MistClan, tail flicking to the side as she watched the clan grow, little by little. Featherstar had been acting odd lately, and she'd seemed much more distracted than usual. And so, she'd taken the role of leader until the she-cat had regained her normal self.

The dark tabby leaped off Mistfalls, landing neatly on the camp grounds. She turned toward the vacant den, eyes immediately growing cold. 

"What do you want?" A growl met her before she'd even made eye contact with the ginger tom.

"Just checking up on our little prisoner here." She grinned menacingly, holding her blood-thirsty gaze on the warrior. Lionstrike had tried escaping, only to be hurt more by the deputy's paw. He'd attempted more escapes after the first one, each ending with bloodshed. The warrior had obviously lost his loyalty with MistClan, seeking his home where the sun would shine.

"I'm not planning anything." Lionstrike's eyes were narrowed, but Thistlefang could practically see his mind working up another plan. He had been badly hurt, but didn't seem fazed in the slightest by the wounds. Every time he had tried escaping, he found other ways he could somehow get into SunClan territory without them knowing. It was as if he spent his free time before he was held captive finding out every little fault in MistClan's camp.

The deputy noticed his scar running through his left eye, but the feeling of guilt escaped her. It had already healed by the work of Stormclaw, but it would be a permanent reminder of how he'd betrayed SunClan and joined MistClan, no matter how much he tried putting the thought out of his mind.

Thistlefang ignored his earlier comment and snarled out words that Featherstar would have mentioned to him. "You realize we're not letting you go, so stop fighting it. You're not getting back to SunClan; not before the battle."

Lionstrike's eyes were shadowed as he spoke out his reply, scar making it much more real. "I may still be on your side during the battle, but however much you hurt me, I'm not fighting."