Wren's Wing

NOTE: This is Book 3 in a series, if you want to read Book 1, Wren's Flight, click the link. :)

Blurb: ''Wrenfeather is now a warrior, but echoes are haunting her - about flight, song, wing, and feather. Should she tell someone, or endure the pain?''

Dewfrost is now a warrior alongside her - but soon a cat will approach him, and his secret will be shared by another...

''Soaringstar now has less to do - but the prophecy is still in his mind as he leads the Clan. Should he console in someone - or endure it for longer - like he has done for countless moons already?''

''Life has returned to what it was before Bramble had her kits - but she is grief-stricken. Now what should she do - endure, or return to where her kits left her?''

Their lives will all intertwine, and soon a cat will reveal a secret that will surprise a cat - one whose belief about everything will be shattered.

This is the third book in The Soaring Wren Series.

Allegiances
WillowClan

Leader:

Soaringstar - lithe pale ginger tom

Deputy:

Lilyleaf - fluffy, short-haired white she-cat with green eyes

Medicine Cat:

Toadleap - small black-and-white tom with amber eyes

Medicine Cat Apprentice:

Meadowcloud - dark gray she-cat with darker flecks

Warriors:

Smallspeck - gray tom with small black flecks

Tinywish - small white she-cat with very pale gray paws and ears

Specklewing - black she-cat with large ginger dapples

Sunfrost - large ginger tom

Shadebreeze - black she-cat

Apprentice, Lightningpaw

Burninggaze - ginger-and-white tabby tom with unblinking amber eyes

Tangleleap - light brown she-cat with white dapples down her back

Rosefall - cream she-cat with green eyes

Molewhisker - black-and-gray tom

Apprentice, Stormpaw

Driftwing - dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Finchsong - black, ginger and white tom

Apprentice, Thunderpaw

Darkshade - dark silver tom with lighter silver stripes

Ravensong - black tom with amber eyes

Nightfleck - black tom with little silver flecks

Hareswift - lithe light brown tom

Fennelcloud - dark brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Wrenfeather - dark brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Dewfrost - dark gray tom with yellow eyes

Apprentices:

Lightningpaw - black tom

Stormpaw - gray and ginger she-cat with green eyes

Thunderpaw - ginger tom with white patches

Queens:

Raindapple - gray she-cat with darker flecks and blue eyes, mother of Driftwing's kit: Silverkit

Newtfoot - white she-cat with tiny black flecks, mother of Finchsong's kits: Amberkit and Sparrowkit

Bluemist - dark blue-gray she-cat, expecting Burninggaze's kits

Kits:

Silverkit - silver tabby she-cat with round dark blue eyes

Amberkit - small ginger she-cat with white ear tips and a white paw

Sparrowkit - black tom with ginger flecks

Elders:

Cinderdust - pale gray she-cat with darker flecks, and dark gray eyes

Littlestep - old, skinny light brown tabby she-cat with a gray, scarred muzzle

Cats Outside the Clans

Rock - solid silver tabby tom

Bramble - dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes

Adder - dark brown tabby tom

Prologue

The tabby ran away, fleeing. He wanted to leave.

He had now left.

He was free.

Free to search for his littermates.

Find the willows, he thought. Find the willows. It was there where his mother had accidentally abandoned his sister, about twelve moons ago. His brother had fled there, in a fire, about six moons ago.

Now it's my turn.

Birch trees and oak trees rushed past him as he ran. He needed to flee.

To find his brother and sister.

Run to the willows. His thoughts were to find the willow trees that his mother had to him about. To the willows.

I need to find them.

His mother told him that willows had big, drooping branches, so they were easy to recognize.

Easier to search for my littermates, he thought happily. I'm pretty sure my parents think they're both dead.

The undergrowth was becoming more open. Less birch and oak. And more of...

Willows.

Big, drooping branches touched the ground. Leaves were on there, but slightly spaced out.

The miserable grip of leaf-fall.

Skittering on the fallen leaves, he knew he must find them.

A strong smell brought him to attention. A smell of cats.

Many cats.

He smelled it again, to check, and he perked up.

He recognized a scent.

Now he knew he had come.

Wherever my littermates are, I'm going to find you.

Hiding nearby, under the darkening sky, the tom went to find a place to sleep. The run to the willows exhausted him, and he knew he must find them.

I'll search tomorrow, when it gets light.

Padding away, he made sure he was near the scent marker.

He had to find them.

And he was one step closer to achieving his goal: finding them.