Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

18. Father

Emberblaze was pushed to the ground; the dark figure tussled with the gray she-cat. The intruder smelled of ShadowClan.

"What's your name?" Emberblaze hissed.

"Rule Number one: no talking during a fight," the ShadowClan cat taunted.

That was when Blackbriar, Firepaw, and Ravenpaw joined the fight. Ravenpaw was scared, he'll admit that, but he's not going to let one of his Clanmates die over a fight that didn't even make sense.

Who is this tom? Blackbriar thought.

"Darkstpaw!" Firepaw gasped.

"Oh, Firepaw's the first to notice." Darkpaw sneered.

"Whatever," Blackbriar scoffed.

"You can shut up!" the dark apprentice continued to fight Emberblaze.

"Ravenpaw, call for re-enforcements. There may be more of them," Blackbriar ordered her apprentice.

The black tom scurried away in the direction away from camp; he didn't want anyone to know where the camp was. He'll turn back to the camp a little ways out.

"Who said I had re-enforcements?" Darkpaw asked. "Why would I? I'm not even supposed to be here."

"You got that right!" Blackbriar lunged.

"Oooo, touchy!" the apprentice said.

Firepaw shook himself out of his state of shock; he attacked for the second time. Forget the leaves, they had and apprentice to deal with.

"Firepaw! Lunge!" Emberblaze gasped as Darkpaw's paws dug into her belly.

Somewhere in Firepaw's eyes, a strange light kindled. One in each eye, a tiny flame burst into light. Fire danced within the green of the flame colored apprentice's eyes. He didn't like his mentor getting beaten up by someone who was killed a long time ago. Literally.

Firepaw pounced on Darkpaw, ripping him off of his mentor.

"Be careful," Darkpaw glared at him. "You wouldn't want to attack someone from your own clan."

Darkpaw's words shot through Firepaw like a leaf-bare breeze. Attack someone from his own clan...No...It can't be...

Firepaw's world went black.

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Littlekit dug his tiny claws into Mistfur's shoulder. The queen screeched in pain. Just what he wanted.

"You'll never beat me." the tiny black kit scoffed.

The RiverClan leader burst out of her den. "Enough!" the she-cat picked up the little tom by the scruff. "You can't go around attacking cats from your own clan."

Clan, that word seared through Littlekit like a swift swipe. I want to be leader!

"Hopestar!" Mistfur gasped.

"Don't be so surprised to see me. I don't spend that much time in my den," Hopestar let Littlekit go on the ground.

Littlekit growled at them, showing his tiny, thorn sharp teeth.

All of this commotion had paused the game Lionkit, Dovekit, and Ivykit were playing.

Lionkit streaked over to Littlekit and hissed in his ear. "Alright, give it up. Which Dark Forest warrior are you?"

"I'm not from the Dark Forest," Littlekit narrowed his eyes. "I'm from a place much better than that.

"Where?" Ivykit asked.