This is a crossoverbetween Warriors andYu-Gi-Oh! If you don't like either one fandom or the other…I encourage you to read anyway, because they share the spotlight.

This fic was previously posted in the YGO section. And then I discovered the existance of the Warriors section. It was not there when I first publlished this fic well over a year ago. So, I moved it!

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or the Warriors series.

Fire and Shadows

Chapter 1

A warm breeze blew through the clearing of the ThunderClan camp. Fireheart raised his nose to the breeze, happily taking in the scents of green-leaf that it carried. The sun blazed in the sky, its warmth bringing life back into the forest after the bitter leaf-bare. Already the trees were filled with young and budding greens and prey was plentiful once again. The Clan was well fed and strong. They had survived another leaf-bare. Their warriors were healthier than any cat could have hoped, as were their apprentices, who were all growing fast. There were new kits in the nursery, and kits were always a good sign.

Fireheart gave a content sigh. Clan life was good, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else that could be offered.

"Fireheart, Fireheart!"

Fireheart looked around to see his young apprentice racing up to him. Cloudpaw's eyes, as always, were gleaming with unsuppressed excitement. Fireheart sometimes had a hard time fathoming just how it was possible his body could contain so much energy.

"Fireheart!" the young cat cried once again, as if afraid his mentor hadn't heard him the first two times, sliding to a stop in front of the older cat. "Come on, Fireheart, let's go hunting!"

Fireheart chuckled at his apprentice's eagerness. Annoying though it could be, it was also contagious. His pulled himself to his paws and gave his shoulder a quick lick. Turning back to the white cat in front of him, he gave a small smile. "Alright, Cloudpaw, lets go. A little more fresh-kill won't hurt." He padded towards the camp entrance. Cloudpaw matched his pace for about two seconds, before becoming impatient and racing ahead. Fireheart shook his head, and went off after the hyper young cat.

"I'm quite sure I was never that energetic," he sighed to himself.

"I wouldn't say that," a familiar voice replied.

Fireheart looked around to see his friend Graystripe trotting up to him. The other cat's amusement clearly showed in his amber eyes. "I'd say you were probably every bit as energetic as he is now," Graystripe informed him.

Fireheart snorted. "Graystripe, if I was 'every bit as energetic as he is now' as you say I was, then you must have been a hundred times as energetic."

"Oh, very funny," his friend retorted. "If you don't hurry up, you'll never catch him."

"Change the subject, why don't you," Fireheart teased. "Come on. It'll be easier to handle him with two cats instead of one."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Graystripe replied enthusiastically, bounding after him, acting rather like an apprentice himself.

They caught up to Cloudpaw halfway to the Towleg place. The young cat was sniffing at the ground when Fireheart hurried up to his apprentice. "Cloudpaw, how many times must I tell you not to run off like that?" the warrior asked in an exasperated voice.

Cloudpaw looked up, and decided to ignore his mentor's last comment. "Fireheart, smell here. It doesn't smell like any prey I've ever scented," the white-haired cat said, stepping back.

Fireheart frowned, and bend down to sniff the spot Cloudpaw had indicated. The unfamiliar scent tickled his nose. Cloudpaw was right. It definitely did not smell like any prey he had ever encountered. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say if was…a cat?

Fireheart breathed deeper. The more he thought about it, the more he felt sure of his theory. But what was this cat doing in ThunderClan territory? From its scent, Fireheart could tell it didn't belong to any of the four Clans of the forest. It wasn't a kittypet like his sister, or a rouge, or a loner that live outside the forest, like his friend Ravenpaw. Its scent was one that he had never detected on a cat before, and it caused the hairs on his back to prickle uncomfortably.

"Graystripe, does this smell familiar to you?" Fireheart asked, puzzled.

The gray warrior came up along side him, and also bended his nose to the ground. After a pause, he looked up "I'm sure it's a cat-" Fireheart nodded in agreement. "-but I can't tell where it came from."

"What do we do?" Cloudpaw ask, his tail twitching. Without waiting for an answer, he rushed on. "Let's attack it! A strange cat on our territory! We gotta strike first before it takes our prey! Or attacks us!"

Fireheart had to agree. It was the best thing to do. They couldn't have an intruder on their land. Prey may be plentiful but it was still precious. Without a word, he began to track the outsider's scent. It was an easy enough task. The trail was fresh. It led him to a thick patch of shrubbery at the base of a tree. The wind was blowing towards him, and he smelled the stranger's foreign scent clearly.

Fireheart dropped to a hunter's crouch. He tensed his muscles, paused, and sprang.

He dropped onto his enemy with deadly accuracy. With his claws unsheathed, teeth bared and ginger fur bristled, he was every bit the picture of an angry feline in a protective rage, and he let out a threatening hiss as he struck. His opponent let out a wail of terror when he made contact.

Fireheart paused. Wait. Something wasn't right. He had expected a startled noise, then a resistance, but…

He looked down, and seeing his 'enemy' for the first time, his felt horror instantly surge through his veins.

Looking up at him with wide, terrified eyes was a little kit. It didn't even look old enough to be separated from its mother. The little cat was completely black, except for a three golden lighting-shaped stripes running from his forehead down between his ears to the back of his head, ending just above his neck. Looking closer, Fireheart saw little flecks of red that dotted his otherwise dark coat. The warrior noticed with not small amount of surprise that the kit's fear-filled eyes were an unusual crimson color. It was letting out little whimpers as it tried to make itself as small as possible.

Fireheart couldn't do anything but stare. Relief flooded through him when he realized his claws had mostly missed, due to the fact that he had expected a much larger target. There was just a shallow scratch on one of the little kit's shoulders.

"Fireheart?" Graystripe called as he came to join his friend. He had obviously gotten tired of waiting outside – Fireheart absentmindedly though that his friend had the patience of an apprentice on its first hunt. Graystripe stopped dead when he saw the little scrape of fur at Fireheart's paws. "Great StarClan! What's a kit doing here!"

Cloudpaw, unable to bear being left out, came charging in on Fireheart's other side. He, being the straightforward and blunt cat that he was, went right up to the little kit after only a moment's pause. Bending down, he cocked his head as he studied the trembling creature. "Fireheart, it's starving. What should we do?"

Fireheart blinked, then shook his head to clear it. "We should get it back to camp. Goldenflower still has milk, she can suckle it. A kit is a kit, no matter where it came from. We can't let it die." He bended down once again and grasped the kit by the scruff of the neck and lifted it. "Come on," he said through a mouthful of fur, signaling with a flick of his tail. They took off, heading back to ThunderClan camp. Fireheart only hoped that they wouldn't be too late to save the little kit's life.