Eternal Star (Chapter 2) (Incomplete)
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"I'm thirsty," whined the small Oilpaw.
"We are all thirsty," croaked Archback, another member of the Bloodsun Followers. The group of cats were laying around what was once Woodclan territory, hiding from the unforgiving sun in the shadow of the dilapidated Twoleg nests. "Quit complaining and rest. We will hunt soon- and I don't want to hear more complaining then about how you're tired, too."
Thundercall glared at Archback. "Oilpaw is right to complain. There is no reason we should have to thirst like this... if I could see the stars again, I could dowse for water."
"That is no longer your responsibility, Thundercall!" hissed Sparrowstar, forcefully making his way close to the black-and-white she-cat. "Snakesun will find us water with the power of the Bloodsun. The Bloodsun is the only star we need."
"How could there be any water with this burning heat?" Thundercall snapped back. "Snakesun has found us nothing, caused us nothing but misery... why do we listen to him?"
Sparrowstar bashed his head into Thundercall's side, pushing the former medicine cat to the ground, and pinned her down. "You traitor!" Sparrowstar lashed, raking his claws across Thundercall's face and eyes. She howled in pain, kicking her feet uselessly. Sparrowstar ignored the loud screaming, continuing to hiss at the other cats. "Snakesun banished the Sunschorched Madness, and brought us the light of the Bloodsun. Do not forget!"
The other cats turned away. They did not look at Thundercall, except for small Oilpaw, who tried to press her paw against the wound to stop the bleeding. "I'm sorry," Oilpaw whispered. Thundercall nudged the little cat tenderly. Her eyes, however, looked over to see the back of Venomstar.
"What about you, Venomstar?" Thundercall coughed.
The once-proud leader of Briarclan said nothing.
"Is this what you wanted for you clan?" Thundercall said, a little louder.
"I'm sure Venomstar is as pleased as the rest of us to be free of the uncertainty of the stars." Snakesun had arrived, fur brimming in the sunlight as he walked proudly back into the area from beyond the shadows. "I see you all have been... busy." He stifled a slight chuckle, looking at Thundercall's bloodied face.
"Did you find water?" Archback asked.
"Of course," Snakesun replied. "Follow me, followers of Bloodsun, and we will drink until our thirst is quenched. Then it will be time to gather prey."
The cats rose off the dry ground slowly. Many kept their heads down as they trotted toward Snakesun. Oilpaw pressed on Thundercall, guiding her in the right direction of the other cats. The light headed she-cat stumbled a bit, falling behind the other thin and ragged cats. Snakesun didn't wait at all. He held his head high as he lead the cats south in silence.
"Wait," A claw nicked into Oilpaw's tail. She turned to see Venomstar, silhouetted in the light. "Stay a moment."
"What now?" Thundercall grumbled.
"Quietly," Venomstar whispered. Her bright eyes looked up, checking to see if Snakesun or any of the other cats had noticed.
The Bloodsun Followers were too desperate for water to give need to the missing three cats. Oilpaw stared up at the imposing tortoise-shell she cat with fearful eyes.
Venomstar leaned down, whispering into Oilpaw's ears. "I remember Starclan."
Thundercall heard, too. She rolled over on the dirt, inching closer to Venomstar. Oilpaw's heart was pounding and anxious.
Venomstar continued, "We have to kill Snakesun."
"But how?" Oilpaw peeped. "There is only three of us... and he can walk through fire unharmed. Is he even...natural?"
Venomstar chewed her tongue. "Try to convince the other followers. I know... I hope.. we are not the only ones who remember."
"There are more cats in the Drylands." Thundercall said in a hushed tone. "The... the Lostclan, they're still here."
Oilpaw shuffled her feet awkwardly. The Bloodsun Followers had found Lostclan's scent a few times on hunting trips. Snakesun had promised if they came back, he would kill them... after the clans had failed to. "Would they even help us?" She said.
Venomstar took a long, deep breath. "I hope so. We should try to find allies here first, though." She opened her mouth, but her eyes flashed as they cought Snakesun looking back at them. "... No time. Come on."
Oilpaw let Thundercall press her weight against her, helping Thundercall stand back up. The three cats followed the group southward, and never spoke another word the whole trip. No other cat did, either.