Swift Clan 6

“Why in Star Clan am I doing this?” Jaguarpelt mewed aloud. She was two days away from camp. The sun was sinking, and she was beginning to be weary. What I need is some herbs. Now what herb was for strength again? She thought. Oh yes, a voice said inside her head, Tallroots. Fortunately she spotted a small patch of it not to far to the left. She padded over to the patch. “Hello, Jaguarpelt! I’ve been waiting for you!” Jaguarpelt jumped out of her skin as she peered into the patch and saw a huge badger. “Go! You’re not real! This is all a dream!” Jaguarpelt mewed faintly. No! Badgers could not talk cat language. “Jaguarpelt, I am Midnight. Surely you were there at the gathering when Bramblestar told everyone about me?” she rambled. Silently, Jaguarpelt nodded. She was unsure. Why should I trust this badger? She thought. Seeming to peer into the deepest parts of Jaguarpelt’s brain, Midnight grumbled, “Sure you can trust me. I know why you are here. You are looking for the fifth clan’s leader, are you not?” “Ok, if Quickpaw is near, bring me to him.” she mewed. She was overwhelmed with the thought of seeing Quickpaw again. Midnight motioned for her to follow him. “We must hurry to be there in three days.” What will happen in the days ahead? Jaguarpelt thought. Well, now I’m safe with a guide. I will see Quickpaw soon.