Disclamer 1: This is Jatekos3's idea and I give Jatekos3 full credit for the first 14 chapters. Thank you Jatekos3 for letting me use your story. Disclamer 2: I do not own warriors, and all warriors characters belong to Erin Hunter and her crew. On with the story!

Chapter 1

Hawkfrost

A paw nudged Hawkfrost. He growled, opening his eyes and aiming with unsheathed claws for his enemy. He realized too late his surroundings had changed completely, and instead of Brambleclaw or Ivypool standing in front of him, there was Mistystar, or as he knew her, Mistyfoot, the deputy of RiverClan.

His paw stopped in mid-air, and he stared at it confused. His eyes widened. His paw wasn't transparent. It was there… And he could feel the air surrounding it. It was strange. Hawkfrost blinked more times, staring at his paw. He wasn't in the Dark Forest, that's for sure. But even if he was by the lake, then he wouldn't be able to feel the wind, or anything else. The grass beneath his paws, the sand, the water… it felt as if they weren't even there.

Hawkfrost couldn't believe Mistyfoot was standing in front of him. She was RiverClan, after all. And he was supposed to be in ThunderClan's camp. How could he be here, in RiverClan's old camp?!

Then he remembered: he was killed. Again. By the same cat: Brambleclaw. Only one thought of his half-brother was enough to make him furious. That traitor!

And he wasn't the only one who had betrayed him: Ivypool, his former apprentice was a traitor too. Though he had to admit she had always impressed him with her fighting skills and her courage. Of course he had some other thoughts about her too, but her betrayal made him change his mind.

"Hawkfrost, are you okay?" Mistyfoot asked when she noticed his reaction. The tom blinked a few times, clearing his mind.
"Uh… yeah… I guess… It was just a nightmare…" he meowed slowly, and sheathed his claws. The deputy sighed.
"If you're not feeling good, then-"
"I'm okay." Hawkfrost interrupted her.
"Great. Then you can finally go on that hunting patrol. Ivypool is already waiting for you." she explained, then left.

Ivypool?! What is she talking about…? he wondered. Ivypool was a Thunder-cat, moreover her parents were at this time barely more than kits.
He yawned and stretched his limbs. Mistyfoot didn't say he had to leave immediately, did she? He was surprised when he realized how much energy he had. He touched his troath with a paw. His wound was gone.

Hawkfrost left the warrior's den. He could barely hold back a loud hiss when he spotted a familiar form. It was Ivypool… it was really her. She stared at her paws. Her wounds from the battle vanished, her silver-tabby-and-white pelt wasn't soaked with blood anymore.

Hawkfrost walked past her, whispering a quiet 'Come with me'. He heard her pawsteps as she obeyed and followed him. He didn't look back at her, and no one said anything. When he was sure they were far enough from camp, he quickly turned around, taking the she-cat by surprise.

He unsheathed his claws and leaped at her. He could pin her down before she could say 'carp'. He bent down and the she-cat's ears flattened, her eyes flashing.
"Tell me your last will!" he sneered. Ivypool's eyes widened and she wailed quietly. Hawkfrost grinned gloatingly at her.
"What is it? Are you frightened, my dear?" he asked in a faked sweet tone.
The she-cat yowled angrily and wriggled beneath him, then kicked his belly forcefully, but the tom didn't even flinch. He bared his teeth and grinned at her.
"Let's make your death slow." he growled. He didn't care if anyone heard or saw him. But before he could hurt her, he heard a voice.

"What are you doing?"
Hawkfrost was distracted, and his grip on Ivypool loosened. She punched his neck and was able to free herself from him. The tom hissed at her.
"Stop!" Mothwing shouted.

His sister glanced at him, then at Ivypool, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Is everything alright between the two of you?" she asked worriedly.
"Yeah, we're fine…" Hawkfrost replied as quickly as he could. "We were just playing… a game." he explained, hoping his sister wouldn't notice his uncertainty. The silver tabby she-cat shot him a 'you-lying-piece-of-fox-dung-look', but she still didn't say a word.

Mothwing rolled her eyes. "A game? It's not a game if you play with unsheathed claws. You're both warriors now, you should be able to think!"
"It wasn't my idea!" Ivypool hissed, glaring at the tom.
"Not that you protested!" Hawkfrost shot back at her.
"Not that I knew-"

"Hey, calm down! You're best friends, you shouldn't fight like that!" the medicine cat stepped between them.
"What?" Ivypool gasped. "Don't worry, we can handle this ourselves." she added immediately when Mothwing stared at her confused. "We never fought with unsheathed claws, this was a stupid idea, I admit that. We will probably not do it anymore."
"It was nice seeing you Mothwing, but we're on a hunting patrol…" Hawkfrost implied.
"Alright. See you later, but hopefully without any injuries!" his sister shouted when she left.

Ivypool

Hawkfrost turned to her, his cold eyes filled with anger. Ivypool unsheathed her claws, in the case he wanted to attack her again. But to her surprise he only snarled.
"Come. This way."

She followed the tom, but kept a distance. Even if some time had already passed since the great battle, she still didn't trust him. She always told herself she hated him with all her heart, but she knew that wasn't entirely true. When she really thought about it, he was the one who cheered her up when she felt as if she was Dovepaw's shadow.

Suddenly Hawkfrost stopped and sat down. The she-cat narrowed her eyes and stood there, waiting for him to do something.
"I have bad news. Unfortunately, it looks like we can't kill each other." he announced.
"We can't? Didn't you say you trained me too well?" she demanded.
"We can't." Hawkfrost repeated in tone that told her not to answer or interrupt him. "If we are really… 'best friends'…"
"But we're not." Ivypool declared. The tom hissed loudly, clearly annoyed by the interruption. The she-cat tried to repress a loud chuckle.
"Shut up and listen to me! If Mothwing is right, then the whole clan thinks that's true. And what do you think, what would they think if we suddenly wanted to see the other lying dead? I would like to know how you could explain that to them. Especially when you don't even really know how they would react." He growled.
"But-"
"No 'buts'! If we were simple clanmates, I could easily slice your throath open, throw you in the river and say I found you dead! But now, that we know we're so-called 'best friends', they would expect me to be at your side most of the time! Do you understand? Even if we started to avoid each other, and tell our clanmates we had an argument, they would expect us to get together after some time!" he snarled at her.

Ivypool took a deep breath. "Then please tell me what you want from me. If you really think your- I mean, our clanmates would freak out…"
"Well we will have to act as if we… you know, as if we were friends. Share prey, hunt and fight together, and… ugh, even protect the other, during a battle and when… I don't know, when for example Blackclaw or someone claws on you."
"How do you mean 'protect in a battle or when someone claws on you'? RiverClan cats don't attack their own clanmates, do they?"
"No, of course not, fishbrain! I mean if he… uf, tells you you're an idiot because..." Hawkfrost stared at the sky for a moment, narrowing his eyes and searching for words. "… because you have blue eyes, then I could say Mistyfoot has blue eyes too. And she's the clan's deputy, after all. I guess he would leave you alone then.

"So I should be prepared that your- ourclanmates will mock me like that?" Ivypool stared at him. You don't mean that seriously, do you?
"That was just an example!" the tom glared. "I will give you some time to think about it. That means you will have to give me your answer before we go back to the camp. Now let's go and hunt." Hawkfrost mewed, his tail twitching impatiently. Ivypool rolled her eyes and nodded.

"I hope you know you only could get free because I didn't want to hurt you in front of a witness." the tom added, baring his teeth and growling.
"Oh, of course I know, great and mighty Hawkfrost!" Ivypool mewed calmly. Mousebrain! She thought.
"That's good, tiny-whiny Ivypool." the tom retorted, glaring at her. At this, the she-cat let out a furious hiss and leaped at him. But unfortunately, the tom expected that as her reaction, and he could easily roll out of her way. Ivypool turned, but couldn't see him. Before she could do anything, Hawkfrost crashed into her side. She lost her balance when he hit her with a blow, and a heartbeat later the tom captured her. Ivypool hissed in Hawkfrost's face, but he only examined her with a despised look.
"Have you forgotten everything what I've taught you?" he criticized and let her up. The she-cat growled angrily.
"And maybe now we could start hunting for our clan!" Hawkrfost snapped and ran, not waiting for her answer.