Oakstar's past- Chapter nine

Oakstar's Past- Chapter nine

The next morning, Oakpelt woke up, looking around the warriors den. He silently walked out, hoping not to wake up Tigerpelt. Oakpelt flicked his ears, turning his head. Spottedflower had followed him. "Good morning, grumpy!" Spottedflower meowed with a purr. Oakpelt narrowed his eyes. "Don't call me grumpy." He replied, scratching at a small rock. "You're always grumpy except for when you're near Sunflower." Spottedflower commented, sitting down. Oakpelt sighed. "And?" He meowed, walking away. "And you'll never be her mate." Oakpelt turned around and froze. Tigerpelt purred, flicking his tail. "You heard me, Oakpelt." Oakpelt growled at Tigerpelt, trying to avoid looking at him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling scared?" Tigerpelt meowed, walking to him. Tigerpelt was now close to Oakpelt so that thier noses touched. "No. But one day I'll make your life terrible, Tigerpelt." Oakpelt backed away, but Tigerpelt walked forward, shoving the brown warrior. "Oakpelt, please don't fight! You won't win!" Oakpelt looked at Spottedflower and stepped back. Tigerpelt did the same as before, stepping forward, but this time the orange cat smashed his head at Oakpelt's chest. Oakpelt gasped for air as he fell backwards.
After a long moment, he got up and ran off, hearing Tigerpelt shout mean words, then followed by loud laughs.




Oakpelt layed down in the forest, rain dropping onto his fur. "Oakpelt, Are you out here?" He heard many calls for his name. It was Spottedflower. Oakpelt noticed that someone cared for him. His dad would have cared for him too. He didn't respond to Spottedpelt's calls. Why did everyone dislike him so much? He thought for a while, sneasing many times. The cold rain soaked his fur, making him feel colder. "There you are, Oakpelt." Oakpelt looked up, the she-cat was heading towards him. "I was so worried." Oakpelt placed his head on his paws. "No one loves me....The only one who did was dad. He understood me." Spottedpelt sat beside Oakpelt. "I love you, Oakpelt. I'm your best friend." Oakpelt looked at her. "But you called me boring." Oakpelt meowed, getting up. He crawled into a log. He should have done that some time ago. "I know. I'm sorry." Spottedflower meowed, following him. "I'm sorry for being so mean to you, Spottedflower. You just cared for me." The brown tom meowed, shaking water from his whiskers. "I don't want to come back to camp." Oakpelt meowed, closing his eyes. "You don't have to. Tigerpelt's still bragging over his victory. He said he'll attack you with his claws if you come back today." Spottedflower replied, snuggling close to her friend to keep him warm. Oakpelt purred. "Then I'll just stay out in the forest...With you." He yawned and closed his eyes tighter, trying to get some sleep. "That sounds just great, Oakpelt. I'm happy that we're friends again." Spottedflower meowed, purring loudly. Oakpelt had finally went to sleep.