The Forgotten Prophecy: 1/Fury (Warriors Fanfic)

Chapter three

Bluepaw watched Lionfury walk out of the camp. She spat out blood. Why did the golden tom stop fighting? He had a killing blow!

Another cat leapt onto her. Bluepaw got a blow in before the warrior pinned her. Who was training these cats!? Bluepaw scrambled around, trying to get out of the cat's grip.

Somebody suddenly shrieked. "A single snowflake!"

Every cat stopped fighting, looking at the white thing. Bluepaw sneaked out of the warrior's grip and watched the snowflake fall onto the ground. When it melted, more snowflakes started to come.

Nightgaze yowled. "This battle is over! StarClan is angry with this."

"They're angry with you two Clans!" Smokeclaw retorted.

"They are not."

Tigerspot was the one who spoke. He stepped up to face Smokeclaw. "In fact, I never knew you were the deputy. I thought Sweetherb was."

Smokeclaw growled deeply. "I'll kill you, Tigerspot." He sneered. "I'll also kill your kits."

"You can try," Tigerspot meowed.

"Okay." Smokeclaw unsheathed his claws. "I'll kill you first." He leapt at Tigerspot, but the tabby tom scratched his back leg while slipping to the side. Smokeclaw yowled while landing. He grumbled and tried to claw Tigerspot, but the GingerClan warrior tackled him.

"Stop it!" Herb came crashing through the crowd of cats. "StarClan is angry with all three Clans!"

The two toms stopped fighting. They went to their own Clans, tails lashing. Bluepaw sighed with relief. The battle was over.

When the cats stopped talking, the two patrols from GingerClan and StreamClan arrived. Snowpaw was with Gingerstar's.

"Oh, StarClan!" Gingerstar ran to Tigerspot. "What happened here?"

Tigerspot growled. "A patrol of ForestClan attacked, as you can see." He flicked the tip of his tail at Beestar. "The most mouse-brain cats came, luckily. Bluepaw even defeated Lionfury, and cats say he's strong!"

Lionfury blinked at Bluepaw, nodding. "She did beat me." He looked at Beestar. "I really am not dangerous. Perhaps I didn't get trained enough."

Beestar twitched her ears. "Lionfury, when you were a kit you could take on a fox and when you became a warrior you could take on five. How did you lose the skill of fighting?"

"I'm not sure," Lionfury meowed. He twitched his whiskers to clear the snowflakes off his cheek. "Beestar, we should get back to the camp. The kits are alone."

"Good," Beestar growled. "They're yours."

Gingerstar stepped in front of Beestar, glaring at the ForestClan leader. "If one of our patrols catches your Clan on our territory, we will attack."

Sweetherb hissed through gritted teeth. "We can hunt where we want to."

"Hunt in your own hunting grounds," Gingerstar said. He shook his pelt to clear the snowflakes from his fur. "GorseClan has fewer cats than ForestClan. Steal from them."

Lionfury flexed his shoulders. "Beestar will not regret attacking your Clan even though she is your mother, Gingerstar," he meowed. "So prepare for another battle. We might even have GorseClan."

The ForestClan cats walked away without any words. Bluepaw sat in silence. She still wondered why Lionfury let her go. Was he always like that? She licked some snowflakes up. Bluepaw looked at Gingerstar.