I'm sorry for not uploading for a long time. I was just being lazy, and then I had to finish up a book project yesterday. Anyways, here's another chapter!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors, characters belong to Erin Hunter.


Chapter 2: An Unexpected Visitor

Tawnypelt yawned, feeling the warm sun's rays shine on her fur. She groaned, hearing the distant sound of two arguing clanmates. What a bunch of ruckus. It's not like some cats are trying to sleep! she thought bitterly, finally getting up from her moss bed.

''-loved us- wouldn't have lied!"

''-truth- great isn't it!"

Tawnypelt stretched, looking around the warriors' den. It was mostly empty, apart from her and Scorchfur. Together, they parted from the warriors' den only to be greeted with two ThunderClan cats. She saw Squirrelflight and Jayfeather, looking around while Oakfur yowled an alarm to the clan. Ferretpaw looked disgusted, but that was an expected reaction of a ShadowClan cat toward a ThunderClanner. She felt relieved when she saw Pinepaw and Starlingpaw sharing a shrew, jumping in the clearing when they had finished. Of course, she felt prideful that her apprentice was able to catch prey more stealthily now.

Tawnypelt looked at Squirrelflight, who had taken the lead and asked for Littlecloud. Both she and Jayfeather entered the leader's den with Blackstar. Finally, Tawnypelt was able to let out a sigh of relief. One she didn't realize she was holding. ThunderClan scent was becoming a stench rather than a nostalgic memory now. After living in ShadowClan for so long, it was to be expected.

Past the leader's den, she overheard something about broken hind legs and Briarpaw. Poor scrap. She's only a -paw, too. Tawnypelt exited the camp to find herself some prey, thinking bitterly about the life as a wildcat. It's amazing how the world moves on as if you are just a speck of dust in the wind. Lowering her head, she felt her dark thoughts surfacing.

''You're Tigerstar's daughter?"

"Get away from her! She might hurt you!"

"Disgusting brat..."

"Traitor!"

Tawnypelt flinched at the last thought. The word traitor echoed in her mind loudly. Traitor, traitor, traitor...

"Am I really a traitor?" she whispered sadly, closing her eyes. She felt as if another cat was with her, watching her struggle with her thoughts. Yet, nobody came to help her.


Dusk had come quickly, and Tawnypelt was padding back to camp, her thoughts finally cleared. She went into her camp, only to be surprised, yet again, with ThunderClan's leader, accompanied by the medicine cat, Jayfeather. Again. How many ThunderClan cats can fit in ShadowClan's camp?the tiny sound in her head mewed.

"Firestar?" Tawnypelt questioned, her voice rang across the clearing.

Ratscar was padding towards Blackstar's den. "He wants to speak to Blackstar." the tom growled lowly, irritated at how many ThunderClan cats came in one day.

Tawnypelt looked at the den, only to see Blackstar was already heading out. "Why has ThunderClan's leader come to talk to ShadowClan?" Her leader's sharp mew sounded one with much suspicion.

The tortoiseshell she-cat couldn't keep up with the conversation. They were quiet, then loud, and finally, slipped into the den. From inside the den, Blackstar called for Russetfur and Littlecloud. The russet she-cat and small tom padded towards the den, and Tawnypelt couldn't help but cringe. Russetfur looked frail and old, her limbs very stiff. Of course, Littlecloud gave her strengthening herbs. Russetfur was becoming old now. Too old. Tawnypelt couldn't help but wonder what might happen if a cat just attacked her. Brushing the idea off, she narrowed her eyes.

"What could Firestar possibly want from us?" she heard Ivytail ask, her tail wrapped protectively around her body.

Kinkfur could only shake her head. "I'm not sure, but it looks as if they might be asking for trouble." the she-cat replied, her eyes narrowed towards the leader's den.

As soon as they had come, Firestar and Jayfeather had left the den. It wasn't over, though. Not in the slightest.

"Toadfoot! Crowfrost! Ratscar! Escort them from our territory!" Blackstar yowled, his voice clearly setting the tone that he was enraged by the two. Tawnypelt couldn't help but let her fur ruffle. Blackstar was never usually this angry. His loud, booming voice prickled the fur of her clanmates. The air was filled with hostility as if any cat would tackle the medicine cat and leader altogether.

Oh, StarClan. Just what do they want from us? We haven't touched your prey in a long time. Tawnypelt felt uneasy. Something big was coming, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.


Tawnypelt awoke in a misty, dark forest. The air was thick with tension, the grass beneath her paws icky and filled with mud. Slowly, she gathered her wits and began exploring, her eyes scanning the bushes and trees for anything peculiar.

"Hello, Tawnypelt," a loud, deep voice cooed smoothly. The dappled she-cat's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching as her heart beat loudly in her chest.

No, it can't be! Not again! she hissed at the tom, slowly moving back.

"Don't be afraid, my daughter," Tigerstar walked every pawstep Tawnypelt took back.

"What do you want from me? I already told you moons ago that I would never train with you!" Tawnypelt yowled out, her tail lashing wildly. She would not be used as a tool for her father. Not like Brambleclaw.

"Ah, but you see, I've got an offer for you," The large tabby stared at her expectantly.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that..." Tawnypelt replied, letting out a shaky sigh.

"You don't remember those looks Russetfur gave you? She's going to die soon, and she knows it. It's pathetic," Tigerstar grinned at her, enjoying her wide-eyed reaction.

"Impossible! Nobody can predict death! And how do you know about what's going on in my life?" Tawnypelt felt her fur ruffle. Her father was mad. Sick. Disgusting.

"I've been watching you. Your brothers and sister already got everything they wanted. But what about you? Don't you want to be the deputy of your clan?" Tigerstar's immediate reply made her sick to her stomach.

Tawnypelt went silent for a moment. "No. I don't. I don't want Russetfur to die. You're an awful cat if you actually think I would wish death upon someone!" she hissed. She would never be as low as Hawkfrost, either. Never.

"It's funny, isn't it? No matter what you say, it'll happen. I'll make it happen," Tawnypelt could feel her world blur around her, as she crashed into the ground. ''It's too late already, Tawnypelt. Hawkfrost has already told Ivypaw, and soon, you'll be following my orders, whether you like it or not..." Tawnypelt let out a cry of anger, her vision flashing red. The last thing she saw before she was knocked out was a silver and white fur she-cat apprentice talking to a cat with a ginger pelt.


Ok, so that's a wrap. I'm not very good with dialogue, and I'm not good with characters either. It was worth a try though.

Anyways, thank you SO much for the reviews! I'll try my best to upload on Tuesday!

Happy reading,

-RainbowPrism