Hey, it's Twilla-Chan and this is another fic I am writing called The Snake and The Moon. I currently have written three chapters and I don't know if it's any good. I will keep writing if I get some good review so please R/R.

I do not own Warriors, only Adderpaw and Moonpaw.

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A wind danced around the she-cat's fur, ruffling her short silver and white coat. She could hear the fighting rage of other cats but they were so far off so she ignored them, it was such a common sound for her. The clans were always fighting; there was no way to stop them, both of the leaders were too proud to submit to the other. A sudden ginger shape blast in front of her, she snapped her head to try and face the cat but as soon as he had come, he was gone. Suddenly, a cool, calm male voice slipped into her ears, soothing her. "Moonpaw…"

"Hey, Moonpaw, you have to get up or I will call Desertpaw over." A threatening voice called to the she-cat. Moonpaw raised her silver and white head slowly and gave a wide yawn. Blue eyes gazed over at light brown shape just above her. "Good morning, did you forget our warrior's ceremony is today?" The other cat asked, giving her friend a good cuff in the ear.

Moonpaw shook her head of the dream and stood shakily to her paws to look at her close friend, Leafpaw. "Oh yeah! I can't wait; it will be great to finally be a warrior." Moonpaw meowed happily, giving her tail a swish. "And no need for Desertpaw, I would rather have him in this den for a couple more moons but it's not my choice." Desertpaw was Leafpaw's brother and he was completely in love with Moonpaw.

It started when they grew up in the Nursery together, he always seemed to treat her special and Moonpaw just played along, not expecting it to turn out this way. Now he was after her, and what was worse was that he was the deputy's son so her father, Whitestar, thought he would be the perfect mate for her.

Moonpaw emerged from the den with Leafpaw bounding happily behind her. "Hey Moonpaw, how about we get one more story from the elders before becoming warriors?" She asked, giving her tail a hopeful swish. Leafpaw had always loved stories for the older cats, she sometimes had a twisted imagination.

The silver and white she-cat gave a sigh and her gaze drifted to her friend's. "If we have to." She muttered. Leafpaw gave a quick jump for joy and bolted toward the elder's den.

Brambles pricked at Moonpaw's pelt as her and her friend slipped into the den. There was still snoring in the nests near the back but other than those, all the other cats seemed to be awake. Leafpaw happily padded toward Browntail, the only elder that wasn't deaf in any way and in Leafpaw's opinion, the best story teller.

"Hey Browntail, would you mind telling me and Moonpaw one last story before we become warriors?" She asked politely, dipping her head respectfully. Browntail gave her tail a flick and nodded softly. Leafpaw automatically plopped down, nearly shaking in anticipation, Moonpaw on the other paw just sat down slowly.

Browntail smiled and sat also, curling her tail around her paws. "Okay you two," Her voice was cracked with age but it was clear as day. "Since you are going to be warriors soon, I will not tell you the usual tale of the ancient clans but something that will be useful for you in battle."



Moonpaw couldn't help but furrow her brow in confusion. "How can a story be helpful in battle?" She asked, giving her ears a disbelieving flick. Browntail mrrowed with laughter, flicking the white apprentice's shoulder with her tail.

"It isn't a tale, it is very true. You have all heard of Blackstar of TigerClan, right?" Browntail asked, despite it being a mouse-brained question. Of course they have heard of him, but the two clans haven't had a battle since the two were kits. "Well, it's said he has five very strong sons, all with coats with pure black and also their hearts are just as dark. Blackstar supposedly trained them all himself to be cold killers, not to care about what happens in the process. When in battle, avoid them at all costs, especially you Moonpaw, being the leader's only kit, they would find you an extraordinary kill." The brown elder's voice sounded grave, so serious, it made the two apprentices shiver.

Moonpaw dipped her head but did not turn her eyes away from the elder. "Thank you for the wise warning Browntail, we will keep that in mind." She muttered, giving her tail a flick. She would be the best kill for them, great…

"You will be at the ceremony, right Browntail?" Leafpaw asked, trying to brighten the mood. She gazed over at Moonpaw, a goofy grin spreading across her face. Browntail nodded, smiling also.

Once outside the den, the sun was shining on the camp, finding shade would be futile. "How about one last hunting trip as apprentices?"Leafpaw suggested, smiling happily in the sunshine. Moonpaw snapped out of her thoughts and smiled also.

"Sure, I think that would be best." She muttered, the smile disappearing. Moonpaw raised her head back up but Leafpaw was already racing toward the entrance.

The tall grass of the plains felt good under Moonpaw's paws as she padded after Leafpaw. There was no scent of rabbit but just being outside of camp felt good. The apprentice noticed that they were dangerously close to the border. "Um, Leafpaw…" But before she could finish, her friend took after something. 'Probably a rabbit.' She thought, giving her tail a bored flick.

TigerClan scent climbed up her nose, she turned her head to see through the tall grass, two figures near the border. Suddenly, one slipped and it panicked the other, it even panicked Moonpaw. She was very compassionate toward other cats, even in different clans when they were threatening her own.

Moonpaw pushed herself through the grass toward the border. The second cat disappeared, obviously looking for the other. Suddenly, a ginger shape pushed itself out of an old rabbit wren. She wanted to call out to him but it would cause more trouble than it was worth.

The strange tom's eyes locked with Moonpaw's, they were the brightest green she had ever seen. His fur was a mess but by the way he didn't even take notice told her that he was used to it. She gave a mrrow of laughter at how silly he looked. He took a pawstep toward her. 'Oh crap, what should I do?' She thought frantically.

She turned and ran, not even looking once over her shoulder at the strange TigerClan cat.

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Alright, next chapter is from Adderpaw's POV.

-Twilla-Chan