The black warrior landed a blow on the the tortise-shell she-cat. She stumbled, but regained her balance; but she was late. By the time it had taken for her to collect her thoughts-a few moments-the tom had already slipped behind her. She glanced around in confusion, her green eyes blinking rapidly.
The tom leaped on her, his teeth digging into her neck, long, experinced claws tore at her flesh. She crumpled to the dusty ground, whimpering.
"I surrender!" She cried, her voice broke a little at the pain the warrior was inflicting on her.
The tom, ruthless, didn't let go. The she-cat began to imagine her fur tearing, defensless as she was. She could see cleary how she would die. As pathetic as Antpelt had been, bleeding in his sleep. Never to defend her Clan in battle, dying like a true, noble ThunderClan warrior. She was so wrapped in her terror filled thoughts that she didn't notice the tom get off of her.
"ThunderClan filth," he spat, contempt in his voice. "You don't even know how to fight."
"Now Breezepelt," a Dark Forest warrior stepped out from the shadows. "She's new, you can't expect her to be able to match you. At least, not yet." He added, his tail flicking as he looked at the she-cat, expection echoing in his words.
The she-cat bowed her head dutifully to the mottled gray-white tom. "Of course, Thistleclaw." Respect was obvious in her voice, and Thistleclaw gave her a short nod.
The entire time, Breezepelt had been lashing his tail in impatience. "Can I fight someone worthwhile?" He sneered at the she-cat. She flattened her ears and looked down at her paws, shifting them.
Thistleclaw growled. "You better learn to control that tongue of yours," he warned, "It'll get you one day."
Breezepelt snorted, but a bit of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"Breezepelt," Thistleclaw said,"You seem to be doing well with your training-"
Breezepelt let out a grunt of thanks.
"-Blossamfall is doing less than satisfactory, however." He continued, his eyes flashing. "So that is why we-the Dark Forest-have decided that you are to train her." He flicked his paws, as if flicking away a fly, though no bug of any kind could be found here. He seemed oblivous to the look of undisguised rage and shock in Breezepelt's face, and how Blossomfall's fuzzy tail trembled as she glanced at Breezepelt through the corner of her eyes, which had become clouded with fear. Instead he walked away.
"You will begin your training tomorrow night." He called over his shoulder. "Dismissed."
Okay, so guess what guys? In honor of Valentine's Day, I've decided to write a story for this crack couple, which will now be unearthed, and shall take over the world! MUHAHA! But really, what do you think of this new pairing?