YAY. My first fan-fic. Flames are welcome. REVENGESHIPPING HURR 3

Ashpaw zoned out, the blabbering of Dustpelt suddenly fading away. His gray ears flickered lightly in the wind as his deep blue eyes glanced over at Fernpaw. Her fluffy gray fur was being pulled by the strong winds and her eyes where locked on the brown tom infront of them. He moved his paws to the beat of a song floating around in his head. Suddenly he was slammed into the ground full-force, making him close his eyes and grit his fangs as the sudden rush of icy air. Gut wrenching pain jolted up his short spine and made him gag. His head rolled around, trying to see what the StarClan had just hit him. He shoulders connected with a tree and he hissed in pain. His eyes crossed and made his vision blurry as the rush of blood suddenly pulsed to his brain. Ashpaw's head started to loll back and forth, pupils dilated.

"You! What the hell did you do to my apprentice?" Dustpelt yelled suddenly, a loud ringing greeting the young gray tom's ears.

The tom forced his head suddenly rose up to look at the two. Fernpaw's tail disappeared into a bush and Dustpelt was bristling. He looked at the blurry image by the amber-eyed warrior and gasped. The tom had a luscious and soft looking black pelt that shone in sunlight. He had the most beautiful ice blue eyes Ashpaw had ever seen! It made him whimper, only having dark blue, stupid-looking eyes. The smaller tom glared at the gray-flecked tom.

"Hello, dear boy-" the unknown tom began, slowly sliding his way with his one white paw outstretched as if he just wanted to touch the young tom's fluffy fur.

Blood splattered on the ground infront of Ashpaw's paws as Graystripe suddenly advanced forward. The older tom snarled, "Don't touch him!" before turning and roared at the 6-moon-old tom, "Run! Now! Go!"

Tears pricked his eyes, not knowing what in the Dark Forest was going on. He turn and fled in no particular direction, trying to dismiss the image of the collared tom. Blood leaked down his legs and he stopped. That cat had thrown him away!

But he's so small, the blue-eyed apprentice thought. He can't have that kind of power! I don't have that power!

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Small paws where draped over moss bedding. His blue eyes where almost like they where glued shut. Ashpaw moaned in his sleep, pain gagging him as Cinderpelt(Paw?) pressed a poultice into the gash over his shoulders. Goose down comforted his fur-bare stomach and made him snort in annoyance. A long moan escaped his mouth again as Cinderpelt(Again, Paw?) pressed down on one of his legs, which ended in a high-pitched whine.

"Are you raping him or healing him?" Dustpelt commented as he stalked into the den to sniff over the small 'paw. "Hmph. How wimpy."

"Wimpy? Are you fucking kidding me? You fled as soon as Scourge lashed out at you, you.. Fox-hearted, no good, jackass!" crankiness crackled in the venomous comment.

Scourge... Ashpaw's lips perked up in a tiny smile. That was wasn't too bad for a... loner, rogue, kittypet... cat. Ashpaw frowned again. We are toms. I'm a warrior. He's not from the clans.

This.

Is.

Wrong.