Lashing Winds

Note
This is the third book in The Rising Storm Series.

The first book is Darkening Horizons.

The second book is Rolling Thunder.

I would rate this story Moderate, for some action violence and scary scenes. It contains no mature content. SaynaSLuke (talk) 01:13, July 12, 2014 (UTC)

Chapter 1 Questions
Quicksilver stretched. It had been a long, long night keeping silent vigil with Birdsong after their warrior ceremony. She snuck a look at her dear friend. They had been through so much together. Quicksilver sighed. If only she could tell Birdsong everything like she used to. Like, why she snuck out of camp at night sometimes, why she and Sweetpaw were such good friends, why she was always having bad dreams. It would be wonderful just to confide in Birdsong, to try and figure this whole mess out with her best friend in the world ..

Quicksilver shook her head. No. Things were just to complicated now. She was part of a prophesy, Birdsong might be .. but then, she might not be. What if she wasn't .. and she got hurt because of one of Quicksilver's stupid mistakes. But what if she was .. and the clans got hurt because Quicksilver was too much of a coward to face her fear?

Quicksilver stared at the fading stars in the lightening sky.

"Oh Starclan."

The silver warrior pleaded silently.

"Why me? Why must I carry this burden? Why not a stronger cat?"

But the stars did not answer.

Quicksilver looked down, hiding the many questions whirling like a snow storm in her heart.

"Rock! Firestar! Sandstorm! MOTHER! Why are you doing this? Is it my destiny to live like this? Caught in all this indecision? all this fear? I can't even tell my best friend! I can't even ask Leafpool or Jayfeather for advise! Do I have to do this all myself? I can't! I just can't!!"

"What?" Birdsong asked.

"Oh .. nothing. Just asking Starclan to .. help me as a warrior."

Birdsong looked doubtful. "You were growling. Look, why can't we be best friends again? We used to tell each other everything! Now it seems like .. well ... You have other friends. Like I'm not important anymore. I miss you Quicksilver. I miss us!"

"I miss us." Those words tore a rift in Quicksilver's heart.

"No Birdsong, it's not like that! Please don't think that! You matter more then any of them! More then they ever could!"

Birdsong raised an eyebrow. "Really? Even Sweetpaw? Even Ravenflight?"

"Huh?" Quicksilver asked. "Ravenflight isn't a better friend then you!"

Birdsong sighed. "Oh? Why have you been hanging out with him all the time?"

"It's not intentional! We just keep running into each other!"

Quicksilver winced as she realized that wasn't exactly true.

Birdsong opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. She sniffed the wind.

"Do you smell that?"

Quicksilver gasped as two toms, one fluffy gray, and one scrawny and black slipped through the bramble tunnel.