Fire: Rumors and Lies

Prologue
"Drydirt! Wake up, or i'll make crowfood out of you! You have to lead the dawn patrol!" a voice hissed in Dryheart's ear. He flashed open his sleepy eyes. After the voice hissed in his ear, he didn't dare to fall asleep again. Dryheart tried to make out who the cat was. It was Darkfur. Dryheart jumped. "Did I scare you?" Darkfur teased. "Very funny." Dryheart replied. Dryheart blushed when he saw his sister, Riverfur just outside the warriors' den, watching him and Darkfur, while she was laughing. Dryheart growled. Today was like every other day-he was always blamed for things, like when Darkfur's mate, Lightpelt, was killed by a dog, Darkfur blamed her death on Dryheart. And the worst thing that Darkfur could do to Dryheart, was spread rumors about him. It only takes seconds before all cats of NightClan would know about the rumor Darkfur spread, and they would laugh at Dryheart and make fun of him. But today was not going to be like other days. Dryheart was going to prove that he was not just some kit that is afraid of everything.......

Chapter One - The Lie to NightClan
Dryheart woke up from his sleep. He had to lead the dawn patrol today. Dryheart groaned. The leader, Whitestar, told him he had to go on the patrol with Darkfur and Ashstorm. They were mainly the ones who spread the rumors and lies about him. But this time, Dryheart was not going to let that happen again......a least he will try to.... Dryheart got up from his moss bed, and walked out of the warriors' den. It wasn't long before he spotted Darkfur and Sparrowwhisker outside the camp entrance. Dryheart growled again. Since Lightpelt was killed, Darkfur took Sparrowwhisker as another mate, but he is spending more time with her, because he thinks Dryheart will try to 'kill her.' Ashstorm came out of thin air, and pounced on Dryheart. "Come on, you old piece of crowfood! You, me, and Darkfur have to go on a hunting patrol." he meowed. Ashstorm got off Dryheart, and ran over to Darkfur and Sparrowwhisker. "I'd rather go on a patrol alone than go with Duststorm and Dirtfur." Dryheart growled to himself. Soon, Dryheart, Darkfur, and Ashstorm left the camp.

The patrol went better than Dryheart had thought-he didn't think the patrol would go good at all! Just when all three cats were about to return to camp Darkfur pounced on Dryheart. At first he thought Darkfur was planning a trick, but he realized that Darkfur wasn't playing because his claws were unsheathed.....

TO BE CONTINUED.............
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