Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

5. Attacked In A Dream

"What?" Ashstar stomped over to the warrior. "Blackbriar, tell me everything."

"There was a complete skeleton of a rabbit reeking in ShadowClan scent on our side of the border." Blackbriar explained.

"And you didn't bring the bones back as evidence?" Ashstar inquired.

"Emberblaze was bringing them. She should be here any time now." the black she-cat explained.

"Will there be a battle?" Graykit asked excitedly.

"Maybe," Ashstar had an angered look on his face.

"Can I fight?" Graykit already knew the answer, but he asked anyway.

"No, you are only one moon old." Ashstar purred and licked his son's head.

"But I can fight!" he meowed. "I beat Dustkit earlier."

Ashstar purred even harder.

"Great, now Graykit's embarrassing me in front of Ashstar," Dustkit whined.

"I know," Firekit snickered. "It's amusing."

"Shut up," Dustkit pushed Firekit.

"What did I do?" Firekit asked innocently.

"You were born," the dusty brown tom retorted.

"So were you," the ginger tom shot back.

"You just go sassed!" Hollykit meowed.

Firekit was rather offended. "It's not my fault I was born,"

"Yes it is," Dustkit fired back.

"How so?"

"You were with us on the Warming Rocks," the dusty brown tom yelled.

"Um, Dustkit?" Sandkit asked.

"Yes?"

"Everyone's looking at you."

Everyone was.

"What's the Warming Rocks?" Blackbriar asked.

"Um," Dustkit quickly thought if a lie. "It's what we call a pile of pebbles behind the nursery."

"Okay," Grassjaw nodded really slowly from the opposite side of the clearing.

That was when Emberblaze burst into the camp holding a skeleton in her teeth. "Ashstar!"

Ashstar sniffed the bones; he became very angry. "A battle is coming. Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!" the leader leaped up on the Highledge.

"What's going on?" a very drowsy Volepaw almost collapsed in the middle of camp.

"ShadowClan has been hunting on our territory; a battle may be coming. Therefore, the clan needs more warriors. Morningpaw, Volepaw, Softpaw, Fallenpaw, please stand before the Highledge. "Do you swear to protect the clan and its territory even at the cost of your life?" Ashstar asked.

"I do," Fallenpaw said confidently.

"I do," Morningpaw's came out more like an echo.

"I do," Volepaw was still tired.

"I do," Softpaw smiled.

"Then, by the powers of StarClan you shall receive your warrior names. Blackbriar, is Softpaw ready to become a warrior?" the gray leader asked.

"Yes, yes she is," the black warrior purred.

"From this moment forward, you shall be known as Softwhisker for your keen ability to feel things in complete darkness." Ashstar turned to Morningpaw. "Acornwish, is Morningpaw ready to become a full warrior?"

"Yes,"

"Then, from this moment forward, you shall be known as Morningbreeze for your ability to run." Ashstar turned again. "Beetlebreeze, is Fallenpaw ready to become a warrior?"

"Of course,"

"From this moment forward, you shall be known as Fallenfoot for your distinct stalking ability." Ashstar turned once more, "Grassjaw, is Volepaw ready to become a warrior?"

"Yes,"

"Then from this moment forward, you shall be known as Volestorm for your distinct fighting tactic that leaves your opponent wondering if there's a storm going on." Ashstar finished.

Volestorm was tired.

"Softwhisker! Morningbreeze! Fallenfoot! Volestorm! Softwhisker! Morningbreeze! Fallenfoot! Volestorm!" the clan shouted.

"These new warriors will guard our camp while we sleep," Ashstar entered his own den.

Oh, come on! Volestorm was tired.

All eleven kits were herded into the nursery for the night.

"I'm not tired!" Firekit complained, wanting to roll his eyes.

"You're not tired?" Blazefur was freaked out. "Shimmerfire! Rockpelt! Tawnybright! There's something wrong with my son! He's not tired!"

"Just sleep," Tawnybright groaned.

Blazefur settled down eventually, and she wrapped her plume of a tail around her kits.

"I'm still not tired," Firekit muttered.

"Shimmerfire! Rock-" Blazefur began.

"Just sleep!" Shimmerfire groaned.

Just as Firekit open his mouth to say he's not tired, Bluekit gave him a look that said Don't you dare.

Rolling his eyes, Firekit closed his eyes for the night.

In his dreams, Firekit was being chased by something. He didn't know what it was.

"Who are you?" the ginger tom called.

"You know perfectly well who I am." a very familiar voice taunted.

"Tigerstar!" Firekit gasped.

"Not yet. Call me Tigerpaw." Tigerpaw made an appearance.

"Shouldn't you still be a kit?" Firekit asked.

Tigerpaw laughed. "Unlike you, Firekit, I was reborn nine moons ago. How old are you, Firekit? Wait, don't answer. I already know you are one moon old. How pitiful."

"What are you doing?" Firekit shouted.

"What do you think?" Tigerpaw rolled his eyes. "Preparing ShadowClan for my reign. Once I rule ShadowClan, I'll add all the clans to it, one at a time. I've already angered your leader, Ashstar."

"How did you do that?" Firekit ran harder.

"I hunted on his territory. How else?" Tigerpaw was gaining on him.

"That was you?" the ginger tom ran.

"Of course, my little pawn," the tabby growled.

"What do you mean, 'pawn'?" Firekit hissed. "I'm not your pawn!"

"If only you knew, Firekit, if only you knew," Tigerpaw grinned.

"Why won't you just explain to me everything!" Firekit said. "As your pawn,"

"I'm not that stupid! Darkpaw, Thistlepaw, Hawkpaw, Maplepaw, Brokenpaw, and some of my other cats are the only ones who actually know my plan." Tigerpaw scoffed.

"All those Dark Forest cats are reborn as well?" Firekit gaped.

"Scared, Firekit?" the tabby tom sneered.

"No!" the ginger tom meowed defiantly.

"Oh, you should be, because the Dark Forest is coming after you," that was when Tigerpaw was in pouncing distance of him. "Firekit, you know this too, you are just the mouse in this game." Then, he pounced, clawed, and bit. The world went black for Firekit.