A/N: Hi everyone! This is my second challenge for LunarClan. The link to the forum is at the top of the previous chapter.

Cats Mentioned in This Challenge:

Mistfoot: a pale grey she-cat with black paws. Small black flecks all over her fur and bright, leaf-green eyes. RiverClan deputy.

Redheart: a dark ginger tom with bright ginger paws and tail tip. White ear tips. Bright blue eyes. Deputy of ThunderClan.

Sunheart: a lithe golden tom with a flash of white fur on his chest. Round green eyes and pale golden specks. Warrior of ThunderClan.

Foxstar: a russet-colored tom with a white underbelly. Fierce green eyes. Leader of ThunderClan.

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Deputy, Deputy, Tsk, Tsk:

Redheart slipped into the warriors den, "Sunheart. You're on guard duty."

The golden tom rolled over and groaned, "Okay."

He sat in his nest for a few moments before turning his head skyward and staring at the fragments of the moon he could see through the bramble roof of the warriors den.

Suddenly, his leapt to his bright ginger paws and briskly trotted out of the den.

"Where are you going, Red?" Sunheart asked him as he padded towards the camp entrance.

"Oh, just taking a walk," he lied smoothly to his friend.

"Okay," the speckled tom replied.

He forced himself to walk coolly and quietly until he was out of Sunheart's line of sight. Then he broke into a run, thundering through the forest and skidding to a halt at the stream that marked the RiverClan border.

"I thought you had forgotten," he looked up eagerly at the voice of Mistfoot, his love.

"Never," he assured her, splashing across the stream and twining his tail with hers.

Suddenly, Mistfoot drew away and a demon-ish laugh escaped her mouth. Redfoot let out a strangled yowl as a brown and white shape pinned him to the ground. The shape flipped him over and put its claws to Redheart's white-colored throat.

"Say hello to my real mate," Mistfoot paused for a dramatic effect, "Eaglestar!"

"How could you?" Redheart choked out, feeling one of Eaglestar's claws draw blood from his neck. The droplet ran down his neck, creating a crimson streak in his white fur.

Mistfoot merely smirked and flicked her tail at her mate. The leader roughly yanked Redheart to his paws and shoved the ginger tom forward. He padded along warily in front of the RiverClan leader. He pushed through the reeds surrounding camp and bowed his head as hisses and insults were thrown at him.

"Traitor!"

"Pile of fox dung!"

Redheart growled and followed Mistfoot to a small den in the corner of the camp.

"In," the pale grey she-cat commanded.

Redheart snarled at his previous love and slunk into the den, sitting down and beginning to groom his fur that was covered with wet stand from when Eaglestar had pinned him down at the creek bed.

He spat out a mouthful of sand and continued to scrape the dark, yellowish stuff out of his fur.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, and Redheart, join here in front of the Speaking Rock for a Clan meeting!" Eaglestar called out.

Redheart growled quietly and emerged from the den, sitting down directly to the left of the entrance.

"We shall not tell ThunderClan their noble deputy was breaking the warrior code. Instead, we will allow him to 'disappear mysteriously', if only to mess with ThunderClan!"

Eaglestar's words were met by cheers.

"I won't live like this," Redheart muttered. Eaglestar began to speak, again, and everyone turned their heads toward him.

Redheart glanced around, searching for the camp entrance. Seeing it, all the way across the clearing, he made a run for it.

He made it out undetected, but soon had a crowd of angry warriors on his tail.

The dark ginger tom reached the border stream and leapt clear over it, and the RiverClan patrol stopped abruptly.

He smirked and disappeared into the undergrowth on the other side of the stream.

He slowed to a trot as he neared the ThunderClan camp entrance.

The tom took a deep breath, and pushed through the bramble barrier.

"Redheart!"

"He's back!"

"Where've you been?"

"Silence!" Redheart gulped and turned to face the massive form of Foxstar. The russet tom was standing over him, a snarl plastered on his face.

"I know where you've been. But I won't tell the Clan, it would cause too much chaos. Just promise me you won't see her again," Foxstar lowered his voice.

"I promise," Redheart dipped his head formally.

"Good," Foxstar seemed pleased, and completely trusted his deputy's word, "Now, let's patrol the ShadowClan border, shall we?"

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A/N: Meh. I kind of liked it. I hope it was accepted.