Sorry for the late update! I'm a LOT behind on schoolwork. Copying down this chapter from an exercise book

This chapter will start the adventure I planned for this story. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: The man in red

Ivypool POV

" Noo! A test about the war with Bloodclan?"

Ivypool and her classmates wailed. Ivypool groaned. Just great. Stupid Professor Ferncloud! She was squirming in her seat, glancing at her watch every second. Come on, 3 pm, when will you come? Professor Ferncloud cleared her throat, and her green eyes flashed dangerously under her wire-rimmed glasses. The class quietened down instantly, knowing that the normally kind and gentle history teacher got angry, she meant business.

"Unless everybody wants a week of detention, and write a ten-thousand-word essay on the world's most influential leaders, like Firestar or Bluestar. Then you can hand it in tomorrow."

Her voice had gotten dangerously low, and everybody froze, frozen stiff with fear. Ivypool heard a terrified squeak come from the desk to her left. Ivypool's eyes darted to the left. Sitting there a very short girl with long light grey hair tied into a very tight bun that made her facial features stretch, resembling very much like a toad. The girl was wearing a loose light green cotton sweater with dark grey trousers. She was Dovewing, Ivypool's twin, but much uglier. Ivypool had a silver and white waist-long braid with dark blue eyes, and she was wearing a turquoise crop top with a trendy denim jacket with matching skinny jeans. Ivypool had almond eyes and her eyes highlighted her light skin tone. She was very pretty and fit as she was in the Netball, Fencing, and Soccer team, and she was not even one inch vain. Ivypool rolled her blue eyes and wondered why in the world must Dovewing sit with her at literally all the lessons they had together. Dovewing had squealed with joy in the same annoying mouse sound that she made when she was excited or scared, and snatched her timetable out of her hands and found out they had all lessons together except for Gym and Warrior training. But that wasn't what she was really annoyed at. Why can't she just sit with Tigerheart, her new boyfriend? Just not me. Dovewing had ruined her chance of getting to know the cute Asian-looking boy who looked really cute, to Ivypool's opinion, and totally not like the Shadow Section boys. At all.

"Okay, class. Each of you collect The Bloodclan War notes at the side of my table. Please revise for your test!"

Suddenly the classroom was filled with noise as everybody scrambled outside, and Ivypool struggled to reach out for the papers on the teacher's table, having been sandwiched inbetween two Sky Section boys, Macgyver and Sagenose. As Ivypool finally managed to escape, she grabbed a paper and swung her bag in a 360 degree angle; then she squeezed through the crowd in the hallways, darting into the lift lobby to the dormitories for Thunder Section. The crowd's loud voices ringing in her ears like a thousand bells ringing at the same time, she crept into the red-carpeted lift. It was peaceful in here, unlike the loud roars of the crowd that seemed to damage her eardrums nowadays. And Dovewing is going shopping! AGAIN!

Thoughts were whirling in her mind as a middle-aged looking man walked into the lift. He was tan and muscular, with a brownish-orange striped undercut, jagged edges on the sides. He had a large pink scar running from his upper eye to the side of his neck. His bloodred suit chilled Ivypool to the bones. That man looked dangerous.

What happened next spooked Ivypool even more. His cold amber eyes pierced through her dark blue ones, and seemed to x-ray her thoughts, memories, and feelings. The creepy man smirked and Ivypool almost screeched in fear.

"I see that you are going to be a warrior. Come to the west wing of The Ancients Sector, at the adandoned locker room. We will see you later, Ivypool."

The lift doors opened, and he stepped out of the cramped and hot space. It felt more bare now that he left. And Ivypool had never sawn a man like him teach here.

And yet he knows my name...

Foxleap POV

I stared at the time. It was 2.55pm. Yet the others hadn't come yet. A thought popped in my head. I observed that thought, then scanned the room. Nobody. I grinned. Let my plan move on!

...

Something splashed on my head. I looked up, glaring, and saw the bucket on the rope tilt a little. The bucket was up to the brim, and I swore each time something, like a drop of water, splashed on me. I groaned in mock despair in the roomy, carpeted area and swiped out a weird-looking device, something like a remote control with more levers and compicated buttons. Speed-dialing the code on the remote control device thingy, the bucket moved, and a transparent wall slid below silently. The bucket dropped with a small plop!, and water flowed in, making it overflow once more. I glanced at the cuckoo clock and saw 2.58pm. Crap! Dashing over to my laptop, my fingers flew over the keyboards and a malicious smile played in my lips,my throat emtting an evil queen cackle.

MWAHAHAHAHA

Unknown POV

"I see you've recruited a new mamber for our growing... community,"

Voices echoed.

"It is because, she is a thriving warrior, and proper training for her would be a great benefit for us. To take over the school, rule it, like we once did, and it rightfully belongs to us."

She was left out in the shadow her perfect sister, Starclan knew why she still hadn't given herself up and accepted herself as a lowly servant.

They needed that perserverance.

Then they would thrive, and rightfully rule the world as they once did.

Rule the world.

Ehheheh... Left you on a cliffhanger, did I? Reviews, please!

I'll need inspiration for the next chapter.

You can request some POVs that I missed out on and should do.

Also, I'm thinking of putting Ivypool with Breezepelt, and in the end, Jayfeather will be making out with Half moon before you know it. Or is it Briarlight? I personally ship JAYxHALF SERIOUSLY.

Typical me.

~Watermist