Hazelpelt's Story
written by Lizzie Scamander
Has pictures inside, and a different font! Hazelpelt is a warrior in Windclan, and troubled by the strange trespassing Thunderclan cats, that continue to cross Windclan territory. And when she is summoned by Harestar she wonders if it is something to do with Thunderclan's suspicious behavior... I am doing this book on behalf of a group I joined, that primarily concerns Warrior Cats.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
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751
Spying
Chapter 4
There was a pause. The silence seemed to bear down menacingly on Hazelpelt as she stood there, motionless, ears pricked and eyes attentive. Then Ravenfur said, "This way, then." He led the way forward, then curved left, and padded along, his pawsteps soundless on the ground. Presently, he said, "We can't stay too near the edge though, can we? I mean, we have to get into the Thunderclan public a little bit, so we can overhear what they say and learn why they're trespassing on our territory."
Hazelpelt nodded her agreement. Her apprehension at being caught kept her oral faculty incapable of working. Every small, insignificant sound seemed loud and important, and Hazelpelt involuntarily shuddered mentally. Then suddenly there came a crunch of dead leaves as some unknown weight descended on them. Ravenfur halted, and Hazelpelt felt a shiver of fear. Then, out of the darkness two yellow eyes gleamed.
Hazelpelt, against her reluctant will, found herself backing apprehensively away.
"Do we have company?" A sleek, slightly sardonic voice slipped out of the shadows as another pair of eyes joined the first.
"Yes," came a curt reply. "I believe so."
Two cats entered the clearing, triumph distinctive in their malicious gazes as they observed the scene. "Trespassers, I presume?" A ginger tom said smoothly. "I thought we'd be finding some out here tonight."
Ravenfur hissed. "Stay away from us!" He snapped defensively.
The ginger tom snarled, pulling up his upper lip to show his teeth. "No can do," he replied irritably, "When you are on our territory."
Hazelpelt pulled her bravery together and replied snappishly, "You trespass all the time!"
"You have no proof of that," the ginger tom said, but Hazelpelt detected awkwardness upon him. "But that doesn't matter. You will be coming with us -" he glanced at the black cat beside him, his companion - "to see Bramblestar."
