Protection: A Warriors and Object Shows Crossover Fanfic

Chapter 5

Lemonheart's POV

Tonight was a full moon. However, because Leafstrike's kits were just born, we could not travel all the way to the Gathering. Although we were rouges, we still like to tag along and nose some informations from the Clans, especially me.

There were three kits: Firekit, who is a ginger tom-kit just like his father; Scarletkit, who has a dark ginger coat; and Lemonkit, who is a pale tabby she-kit.

She did name one after me. Huh.

"So... you mentioned something about sending them to the Clans...?"

Leafstrike glared at me with her one good eye. "You're tone suggests that you might want to throw them into a ditch and then most likely shove Orangestar and Looseleaf down too. Then perhaps butting Greenspot, Flexair, Rockheart and Sharpsnarl in would be perfect."

"What? No no no. Definitely not. But seriously why? You can just let them be kittypets anytime and we can too," I pointed out, dreaming of life without worries and dangers. That would be perfect. Just sit around all day and do whatever I want. Living until I'm way past like, forty seasons old or something.

But I could tell by Leafstrike's disgusted expression my dream life was as far as my dream leadership. I sighed. "Okay, so, no Twoleg owners or cat food and fluffy cushions?"

She lifted her head and gazed haughtily down at me, a look that made me wonder however did we get together as friends.

"I want them the best. Not sprawling around being useless kittypets, worthless loners or filthy rogues. No. They get to grow up learning dignified manners and code with a group. Or else they'd might think you're their father."

I blinked wildly at her. So she's not even telling them about their father? Weirdo.

I took a deep breath. "'Kay then. What do we do?"

"We'll wait for the Gathering patrol to return. Then we give them my kits and backflip away."

"A great plan indeed, Leafstrike," I chuckled. "It's not going to be that easy."

Leafstrike shook her head. "No. But someway or another they're not coming with us and on our great quest to give GrayClan a scratch or two. Or a dozen," she added thoughtfully, sliding her claws in and out.

"Oh, so let's forget about OrangeClan, okay?" I snorted sarcastically. 

She flashed a green eye at me. "You just have too much ambition. I had someone to fight for," Leafstrike mewed pointedly, letting her claws settled outside her paws, glinting under the full moonlight.

"So your dead sister wants everybody dead and she's about to force you into manipulating every young cat who wasn't alive when you wiped out a pawful of your Clanmates on behalf of a ghost who doesn't even groom herself properlly enough to show her pelt so she can fight visibly by your side and then form an army of some sort to get the old fleabags. Well, at least it's a better plan then, 'I'm gonna hand my children to another Clan and then backflip away like I never had kits before'."

She sheathed and unsheathed her claws again. Then, she stood up.

"Come on, Lemonheart. Help me carry Firekit and we'll go."

Rustling sounds.

Applestem perked her ears, alert. Maybe I can finally catch some prey now!

She dropped to a crouch, trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. Then... mewling?

She stood up. Where was it coming from?

"Shush, you little pest!" a fur-muffled snarl sounded, probably at the mewler.

"Hey, that's my kit, you dimwit!" another voice growled, also with a furried voice.

The bickering continued as Applestem drew closer and closer towards the border near PrimClan. She knew that hardly no one was home because it was the Gathering, but she still stiffened in fear of any PrimClan cat discovering her so near the border.

A flash of creamy fur caught the moonlight. Green, bloodshot eyes flared with irritation. A ginger tabby was dangling from the cat's jaws.

L-Lemonheart...?

"So, we're here now," the cream she-cat dropped the tabby in her mouth, and a gray cat who was camoflagued in the shadows suddenly bolted out in time to catch the falling kit.

"You nincompoop!" the gray cat snarled. "He's only a kit!"

The cream cat rolled her eyes, unruffled by the gray cat's rudeness. Clearly they were not ached-enemies. "Yeah, yeah. So do we just danced into their camp and drop these three here and bolt for our lives?"

Applestem wondered what the cat meant by "these three". Her gaze travlled to two other kits who were still in the bush which the gray cat was crouching in a moment ago. Two she-kits.

"I guess. But that would decrease their chances of taking my kits in."

"Oh, so you want their approval before leaving? If we just leave them then PrimClan couldn't possibly throw them out!"

Suddenly, the gray cat jerked with a thought. "If we just leave them with no one in camp, they wouldn't even have to know it was us! They wouldn't have to treat my kits differenlty! Besides, they should be thankful that I'm giving them more warriors. They're pretty short of cats to fill that starforsaken camp."

The cream cat rolled her eyes again. "Every Clan is short of warriors after you've nearly wiped out the stars themselves."

Applestem's heart dropped to her stomach. This was a sentence that could only be heard in the nursery when the mothers told their kits of two certain villains that had betrayed their Clan only a few seasons ago.

Could it be...?

Could they be...?

Heart pounding, Applestem turned away from the border, ran and didn't look back.