Summary: Lionpaw is tired of his life. Meeting Heatherpaw at Gatherings, but being interrupted. Being compared to Brambleclaw. Not getting as many compliments as Hollypaw. Not honoured as much as Jaypaw. Who could call that great? So, in desperation, he seeks out the help of Tigerstar and Hawkfrost. They promise he will become something great. Meanwhile, three other cats stir up trouble with him. Read, please!

Disclaimer: Dun own Warriors.

Notes: Poppypaw is Poppyleg, Honeypaw is Honeypelt, Cinderpaw is Cinderclaw, Berrypaw is Berryfur, Hazelpaw is Hazeltail, Minnowpaw is Minnowfish, Breezepaw is Breezewing, Harepaw is Hareclaw, Pebblepaw is Pebblestone. and Mousepaw is Mousefrost.

LION'S LEGACY

Lionpaw sighed and flicked his thrush away. "You eat it, Cinderclaw, I'm not hungry."

Cinderclaw rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Lionpaw, you haven't eaten since yesterday. Take a bite. I'm full already." She didn't like Lionpaw's depressed expression. He was worrying her.

"Don't push him, Cinderclaw," Poppyleg told her. "He's been acting awful preoccupied lately. Let him eat when he's hungry. He'll be fine."

Cinderclaw grunted. "I doubt it, but okay, sure." Her voice had a mean edge to it as she mewed, "Bye, Lionpaw, you mouse-brain." Turning to Poppyleg, she added, "Hey, Poppyleg, let's get Brambleclaw and Mousefrost and Brightheart for a hunting patrol!"

Poppyleg grinned. "Okay!" The two sisters ran off together happily. Lionpaw looked low.

"Eat the thrush, Lionpaw," a voice meowed. "Otherwise, you'll get as thin as Boulder." He turned to see Mousefrost. "I don't want to hunt with those cats. I want to talk with you. Okay with you?"

Lionpaw ate the thrush in one bite. "Sure, let's go by the WindClan border."

Maybe we'll see Heatherpaw there!

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"So, Lionpaw," Mousefrost began, "has anyone ever said to you, 'you're as great at this as Brambleclaw!' or, 'I'm sure you'll be like Brambleclaw when you grow up!' or, 'if you're lucky, Brambleclaw might compliment you!'?"

"Yeah," Lionpaw replied. "All the time."

"Cats go up to me and say stuff like that to me. Not about Brambleclaw like with you, or Brackenfur like with...Molepaw. They say I'll be like Cloudtail--he's a kittypet, remember." The grey-and-white cat sighed.

"Hello, Lionpaw. Who's your cute friend? Have you come to see me? Oh, how nice!"

Lionpaw nearly clawed his brain out. It was Heatherpaw. She was saying that he was meeting her. She was also saying that Mousefrost was cute. Not good.

"Hi, there, Heatherpaw," purred Mousefrost. "That's your name, right? I'm Mousefrost, ThunderClan warrior. Good afternoon. Oh, is Lionpaw your...friend?"

"No," spat Lionpaw. "Heatherpaw, this is a new warrior from our Clan. His siblings are Berryfur and Hazeltail. He is a very nice young warrior. He was born to Daisy and Smokey, two horseplace cats. Remember them?"

"Yes." Heatherpaw nodded eagerly. "So, cute friend, you were born to Daisy and Smokey, eh? Nice. ...Lionpaw's not my friend friend, just my acquaintance friend. Know what I'm saying, cute friend?"

Lionpaw rolled his eyes at "cute friend". "Y'know, like Minnowfish is your acquaintance friend." Lionpaw liked to play around with how Mousefrost liked Minnowfish a lot. Mousefrost, in return, cuffed him over the ear.

"She's just pretty. I don't exactly...er...know her, even."

"Ah." Heatherpaw smiled. "You know me, though, right, cute friend?"

"Ugh," grunted Lionpaw.

"Well, yeah..." murmured Mousefrost, looking away.

"Right!" chirped Heatherpaw. "Then I'll see you later, Lionpaw and cute friend!"

"Why later?"

"HEATHERPAW! Did that rabbit kill you, or what?" yowled a voice. Breezewing was waiting impatiently for her, along with Hareclaw.

"Sorry, Breezewing, Hareclaw, I found a ThunderClan warrior on our territory," she called back.

"Was it Leafpool, by any chance?"

"Is Leafpool ginger?"

"No."

"Then no. I think he's Brambleclaw's son. Leopardpaw or something."

"Lionpaw, you mouse-brain," Breezewing.

"Ah, Breezewing, give her some slack, she wouldn't know. It's not like Lionpaw would tell her his name anyway. C'mon, Heatherpaw, Onestar said that Tornear wanted us to go hunting," Hareclaw mewed seriously.

Heatherpaw flicked her tail in agreement and followed the two warriors back to camp.

"C'mon, Mousefrost," Lionpaw whispered as the three WindClan cats walked. "We got some discussing to do back at camp."

The two ThunderClan warriors fled, their tails trailing behind them.