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The Clan of the Free: The History of HorseClan
Written by Braveheart
Silver yawned, resting on the edge of the HorseClan camp. The day was almost over, and the Clan was settling down to share tounges. Daysnight and the kits were outside the nursery, sharing the fish he had caught earlier. Servalpaw, a serval-spotted shecat with golden fur, and Fallowpaw, a pale gray shecat, where sitting outside the apprentices' den, talking excitedly.
Silver smiled, thinkinh of how peaceful the Clan looked. The sun was setting, casting an errie red glow over the horizon, like the color of stained blood.
The black and silver tom frowned, wondering if the bloodred sky was an omen of some sort. He glanced around, wondering if Mysticfeather had seen it, but didn't see the blind tom anywhere. With a shrug, the liner got to his paws and padded over to Lilywolf, who was sharing a rabbit with Goldenstripe.
"Rainpaw, Rockpaw, and Limepaw are improving in their hunting techniques," the pale golden tom was saying thoughtfully to his mate. "They'll be ready to take their assesments soon."
Lilywolf nodded, chewing on a piece of the rabbit. "Yes, and several kits are in need of their apprentice names, Songkit and Cloudkit are almost six moons."
"Don't forget that—" Goldenstripe looked up, seeing Silver, and fell silent. Lilywolf looked up as well, and meowed, "Oh, hello Silver! I didn't see you there. Do you need something?"
The black and silver tom shook his head and meowed, "Nothing important, I just thought I might head off on my patrol now."
"Determined to become a warrior, eh?" Goldenstripe meowed calmly, sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes.
Silver nodded, and Lilywolf smiled. "Then go ahead. And keep an eye out for that fox," the light gray shecat purred, her icy blue eyes shining.
The black and silver tom dipped his head, then padded out of camp. He headed for a burnt tree, which signaled the beginning of HorseClan's territory.
Silver noticed a squirrel scurrying about the roots of the burnt tree, and for a heartbeat wondered if he should hunt.
"No," he thought. "This is a patrol. I'll catch the squirrel on my way back, if I have the time." Silver-tipped tail waving in the air, the tom padded off.
As he walked along the border, heading towards the small strip of woodland, he noticed that the HorseClam scent along the border was fresh, though the Clan that bordered them had not marked their borders in a couple of sunrises. Silver frowned, then continued on.
The forest drew nearer and nearer, a large black shadow against the setting sun. Suddenly, Silver heard a faint scream, and froze.
Something was defiantly out of place.
He bounded down the border, heading towards the woods. Was an enemy Clan attacking? Had the fox come back? Were one of his Clanmates hurt?
Silver paused, wondering if he had heard a scream at all, or if it was just his imagination. "You've always been a jumpy one," his father had used to say.
But then, an evil and fresh scent wafted by, and his silver and black fur began to bristle. Fox, and it was nearby.
The black and silver tom sniffed the air again, and concluded that it was near the forest. He got to his paws, and headed in that direction.
As he drew closer to the woods, the fox scent grew stronger. It was close now, he thought.
But then, a more powerful scent masked over the fox smell.
Silver froze with terror. "Oh, StarClan, no..."
It was thr scent of blood.