A/N:
Pandapaw: Finally! Chapter 2 is UP! But no more than 7? sniff Well what's one review, right?
Cottonpaw: A lot. And it wouldn't have taken such a long time if you didn't procrastinate!
Pandapaw: Hey! You were doing other stuff too!
Cottonpaw: I don't think the readers really care about your excuses.
Pandapaw: Pfft.
Cottonpaw: Okay, so just reminding you readers that we do NOT own any of the Warriors books or characters; we only made this story!
Brambleclaw's Secret and Leafpool's Demise of a Leaf?!
Chapter Two: Fleas!
Brambleclaw's POV:
Brambleclaw led Brackenfur, Sorreltail, and Spiderleg down to patrol Windclan's border. He was a little confused though. Firestar was acting… a little weird.
"Heyyyy, Brambleclaw!" Brambleclaw's ears perked up. He turned around to face Firestar. "Brambleclaw, I think you should run a patrol around the Windclan border… we have suspicions of them crossing the border. Buts'okay, I don't actually mind that much, because in a world as special as this, we are all kin. Like one clan! It's better to share for the needy." He paused, a peaceful look on his face. Brambleclaw, meanwhile, was standing there very concerned for the safety of Firestar's health. Suddenly, Firestar's eyes snapped open, startling Brambleclaw.
"Peace." He said, raising a paw over his heart. Firestar then swiveled around and sauntered over to his den, leaving Brambleclaw in a large state of confusion.
"Err… OKAY! Sorreltail, let's get Spiderleg and Brackenfur to go on patrol with us." He addressed Sorreltail, who was nearby just finishing off her mouse.
Brambleclaw padded lightly through the forest, every now and then opening his mouth to taste the air, Brackenfur, Spiderleg, and Sorreltail following closely behind. It was quiet, except for the melody of the forest: bugs whizzing around, birds twittering, and far off Brambleclaw could hear a small mouse. But their stomachs were full and they were establishing the border. Abruptly, Brackenfur stopped and hissed.
Brambleclaw whirled around, he saw something too. "Hey!" He yelled. The foreign odor of Windclan cats flooded Brambleclaw's senses, smelling diverse to the familiar scent of the forest.
It was Tornear, Owlwhisker, and Nightcloud running towards the border. Owlwhisker was chasing a hare, and the suspicious Thunderclan cats waited until the other cats could see them.
Finally, Nightcloud and Tornear spotted them and halted in their tracks, but Owlwhisker didn't; he was too caught up in chasing that hare and he failed to notice Brambleclaw and the others. Then, Owlwhisker caught the hare two bounds into the Thunderclan territory, swiftly dispatching it in one swipe.
"Hey!!" Brambleclaw growled again, flexing his broad shoulders, pulling his lip up to expose his bared teeth, and crouching slightly, the image of intimidation. Owlwhisker looked up, surprised along with several other emotions: fear of the now Scary-looking Brambleclaw, realization as his hairy situation dawned on him, and then his posture finally settled on an offensive crouch; much scarier than Brambleclaw's.
Then Owlwhisker took on a casual stance.
"What?" he drawled. Brambleclaw blinked, outraged, but remained tense with his Clanmates.
"You have crossed the border." Brambleclaw nodded towards the clear boundary between Windclan and Thunderclan. Nightcloud and Tornear slinked over to stand by Owlwhisker.
"Yes, but you saw that hare. It was Windclan's!" hissed Nightcloud.
"Windclan hare or not, the Warrior Code clearly states that another Clan warrior may not cross the other borders!" countered Brackenfur. The tension mounted until it was tangible and both sides couldn't take it. They sprung forward, claws unsheathed, and began fighting.
All except Brambleclaw. He had spotted a flea on Owlwhisker and as Owlwhisker leaped into the air in an attempt to bury his claws in Brambleclaw's fur, the tomcat rolled on his back away from Owlwhisker's attack and fled the scene, yowling.
Just then, Sorreltail paused and looked over her shoulder at the rapidly fading dot in the distance.
"He is so getting it later!" the she-cat snarled to Spiderleg, who vigorously nodded, and Sorreltail dove back into the fight.
A/N:
Pandapaw: Looks like someone's in trouble!
Cottonpaw: I think he deserves what's coming for him!
Pandapaw: It's not his fault! It's… the flea's…
Cottonpaw: … More like your fault.
Pandapaw: Well, I am the plot maker!! And writer. You're the editor and reviewer. Ha!