Disclaimer: We do not own the Warriors Series, but we own every single character in this story.

Authors' Note: Yes, Spiritwind and Moonstar are two different people. We write some stories together. We also have separate accounts that you should check out. Spiritwind is known as Spiritwind of FireClan, and Moonstar is known as Moonstar of Fireclan (formerly MarlinsFanForever)

Allegiances

FIRECLAN

LEADER- Moonstar- white, blue tinged she-cat with blue eyes.

APPRENTICE- Pigpaw

DEPUTY- Blizzardclaw- gray tabby with bright blue eyes.

APPRENTICE- Frizzlepaw

MEDICINE CAT- Spiritwind- light brown she-cat with white paws and a white diamond on her chest

APPRENTICE- Sunpelt

WARRIORS

Icestorm- white she-cat

Fierceheart- ginger-yellow she-cat

APPRENTICE- Monkeypaw

Amberclaw- brown tom with beautiful amber eyes

APPRENTICE- Sparkpaw

Drizzlefoot- pale gray she-cat

Forestheart- deep brown tom with green eyes

Marlinstream- blue-gray tom

APPRENTICES

Monkeypaw- brown she-cat with white paws

Sparkpaw- yellow-orange tabby

Sunpelt- ginger she-cat, medicine apprentice

ELDERS
Eagleheart- black and white she-cat

Loudfoot- pale gray she-cat

Hi! This is Moonstar writing, but this chapter is written by Spiritwind. I'm copying down what she wrote in English class, because she got herself on computer restrictions. Nice. Anyway, this is the story of our clan at school, and resembles the lives schoolchildren lead when attacked by teachers. Enjoy the first chapter.

An amber cat stepped out of the trees and onto the moor, choosing carefully where to walk for fear of bogs. He raised his beautiful amber eyes, peering at his surroundings.

A light fog covered the hilly landscape, and dewdrops tickled the tom's paws. Heaving a great sigh, he caught the scents of vole and rabbit. Twitching his whiskers to flick off the droplets of moisture gathering there, the cat signaled with his dark ginger tail for a smaller tom to follow him into the open air.

"What do you smell?" he asked the younger cat.

The apprentice lifted his orange-yellow tabby head to sniff the air.

"Vole and rabbit," he reported.

The other cat nodded his approval. "Very good, Sparkpaw."

"There's something else, but I can't figure it out…" Sparkpaw's nose wrinkled in disgust as he realized what the smell was. Not thinking, the apprentice took a step forward, setting a paw on the thing in question.

"Bog, Sparkpaw!" his mentor yowled, shoving his apprentice out of the bog before it caved in.

Both cats stood at the border of the trees, shaking.

"Sorry, Amberclaw," Sparkpaw mewed, ashamed at his carelessness.

"That's alright. I hope you learned something from that."

"Yes," Sparkpaw mewed enthusiastically. "When in a moor, keep on the lookout for bogs."

"Good. Now, about the rabbit and the vole. You already know how to catch the vole, so let's go back to the forest, where it's safe. You can learn to catch rabbits there."

Sparkpaw nodded, and the two cats went back into the cover of the trees.

"Rabbit feet are not as sensitive as a mouse or voles, but they can hear and smell much better," explained Amberclaw.

"So I will have to be downwind and do my best not to make a sound."

Amberclaw was impressed. His apprentice never ceased to surprise him.

"Very good, Sparkpaw." The apprentice's tail shot straight up with pride.

Before either cat could say anything more, a breeze carried them the scent of prey.

"Rabbit!" Sparkpaw meowed. Amberclaw let his apprentice follow the rabbit, a plump buck.

Stealthily, Sparkpaw crept up behind the rabbit. He bunched his haunches, ready to pounce, when another scent reached the cats from upwind. The rabbit seemed to smell it too, and darted away into the undergrowth.

"Urgh!" Sparkpaw growled in annoyance. He clawed the ground and lashed his tail from side to side. "That would have been a perfect catch!"

The scent washed over them again, now from a different direction.

Amberclaw looked around, trying to spot the intruders. "They're moving," he hissed. Sparkpaw dropped into a crouch as his mentor yowled, "Who's there? Show yourself!"

The rustling in the bushes stopped.

"We know you're there. If you come out now, you'll be in a lot less trouble."

The two toms heard more rustling behind them, and when they turned, a cream colored tom with blue eyes was facing them.

"Greetings," it began. "My name is Foresttear of LlamaClan. I come bearing a message from my leader, Hawkstar."

"We know who you are, Foresttear," growled Amberclaw. "Maybe you should come talk to my leader."

"Yes, that would be ideal. Take me to your camp."

"Don't order us around in our own territory!" Sparkpaw growled. Amberclaw brushed his tail over the apprentice's lips to silence him.

"Yes, follow me," he meowed.

As the cats made their way back to camp, Sparkpaw noticed a smirk on Foresttear's lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I don't trust him," the apprentice hissed into his mentor's ear.

"That's for Moonstar to decide."

Sparkpaw growled something inaudible, then kept staring at his paws. Amberclaw, now also suspicious of the messenger, glanced behind him. The tom's expression was unreadable, and this sparked Amberclaw's suspicion. Frankly, he also had not trusted Foresttear from the moment he saw him, but he did not want to make any judgments. When they were pawsteps away from the camp, Amberclaw sent Sparkpaw to find Moonstar, their leader, and warn her. She met the cats a moment later at the entrance to the camp.

"Welcome, Foresttear," she mewed, with slight suspicion in her tone.

Foresttear dipped his head. "I have a message for you from Hawkstar."

"I know."

"Let's get right to it then," the creamy warrior suggested.

Moonstar nodded, dismissed Amberclaw, and summoned two other warriors. One was a gray tabby she-cat with fierce blue eyes; the other was a light tortoiseshell with white paws and a white diamond on her chest.

"Greetings, Blizzardclaw and Spiritwind," mewed Foresttear, greeting the deputy and the medicine cat in turn.

"Let's speak in my den," mewed Moonstar.

"We don't have to. Don't go to the trouble. This will only take a moment."

Moonstar growled. "That was not a suggestion, Foresttear. You'd better listen to your superiors, whether they be in your clan or not."

Foresttear ignored her and began his message.

"Hawkstar of LlamaClan has decided to make a great empire, but to do this we need more cats to be scholars." He paused, looking around at the cats who had gathered around them. "And slaves," he added with great emphasis.

"Where are you leading this?" Spiritwind growled.

"You can either go quietly, or go by force!" yowled Foresttear.

The cats gathered around the group were stunned to silence.

"You have some great nerve coming here," spat Blizzardclaw.

Foresttear growled, baring his teeth. "Don't disrespect a fellow deputy like that, friend."

"You're as far from being my equal as you are my friend."

"You're a disgrace to StarClan," Spiritwind snarled. Moonstar silenced her friends with a quick, calm glance.

"We will gladly escort you out of our territory, Foresttear," she growled.

"You refuse our offer to go quietly then?"

Moonstar snarled, baring her teeth. "We won't go without a fight."

Foresttear nodded. "Just know that we won't give up until you lose."

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"So, they choose the hard way? I thought they would." A brown and black tabby looked down on her deputy with golden-brown eyes.

"I will assemble the attack party," meowed the cream colored tom.

"Show them no mercy, for they ask for none. Kill anyone you need to. You leave at dawn!"

Note: Hawkstar is our principal; Foresttear is an evil gym teacher who looks like a llama. Anyway, that doesn't matter. This is a warrior story!! Hemhem… Please Review!!!!