NOTE: I don't own anyone from Warriors or Ranger's Apprentice.

I will add in some new cats: THEIR ALL KITTENS! Anyone else belongs to Warriors.

New World

Halt backed away from the pale ginger female. Her green eyes glistened with anger, bordering on hatred. Something behind the anger told even more. Pain, suffering from the most horrific wound: loss of a loved one. Ivypool, Sorreltail, and even Dustpelt stepped in the way.

Dustpelt spoke calmly, respectfully, towards this cat. "Sandstorm, he is a friend. Lionblaze and Cloudtail brought in his injured friend only a few minutes ago."

Ivypool jumped in gently. "They mean no harm. He actually drove away a fox after his friend got hurt."

Sandstorm seemed unaffected by these words. Her green eyes bore into Halt like knives. Every part of his being told him to run. But Foxleap stood behind him. Sandstorm began to growl, slowly edging around the other cats. Suddenly she leaped. Halt felt her weight collide with his back, bringing him down. Claws dug into his back.

"Stop, mother!" yowled a new voice. A shadow flashed past, taking Sandstorm with it.

Leaping to his feet, Halt faced Sandstorm. She was pinned by a light brown tabby. The female's amber eyes glistened with sorrow.

"The battle, the war, is over. This cat has no part in it. You know it, mother."

Sandstorm hissed back, "We don't know why they are here, Leafpool. I won't lose anyone else I love, not after Firestar!"

"You won't lose us," Leafpool growled back. Turning to Dustpelt, she meowed, "Take our friend into camp. I'll deal with this."

Dustpelt simply nodded. He nudged Halt sharply then walked down the path. Sorretail went over and began talking softly to Sandstorm, who Leafpool allowed up. Ivypool and Foxleap walked next to him. When they passed the final barrier, Halt instantly noticed that the attention was on him. Where's my cloak when I needed it!?

In front of him was a rotting tree, evidently fell during a storm. Almost completely hidden were small domes. Foxleap whispered that the domes were the dens. Ahead, beyond the tree, was a path that led to an outcropping and a hole. A powerful, dark brown tabby tom sat at the top. His amber eyes followed Halt as they approached.

The tom rose and lifted his voice for all to hear. "Welcome to Thunderclan! I'm Bramblestar. I have been informed about the situation. You are welcome to stay until your friend has healed. After that, you go if you wish."

"Thank you." Halt said, lowering his head in a makeshift bow. Only a leader would speak out like this cat. Also, Halt remembered how Ivypool had said that the leaders had the name 'star' at the end.

Bramblestar came down, approached, and asked. "What be your name?"

"Halt. My friend is Will. But there is a third with us."

"Where?"

Halt did his best to shrug. "When we got here, we were separated. His name is Horace, if you find him."

"We will look for your friend. After all, you did save my patrol." Bramblestar said calmly.

"Excuse me for asking, but where is my apprentice?" Halt asked.

Too late. Halt spoke too quickly to fix his meaning. But Bramblestar and the others understood who he was referring to.

"He is in Jayfeather's den. Resting, I should think. That way." Dustpelt growled, flicking his tail towards a den up against one of the walls.

With a nod, Halt bounded over. Voices were audible inside. A slight moan interrupted whatever conversation was going on. "Rest, rest…" a soothing male voice responded. Jayfeather sounds like a male name. I hope that's who was just talking. Halt approached the den slowly, trying not to make too much noise.

The den was up against the wall. Dangling ivy blocked the den, also providing less light inside. An opening was beyond the small den. Halt was just about to enter when a gray tabby tom appeared. Dull blue eyes indicated that the tom was blind.

"I presume you're the cat everyone calls Halt," the tom meowed softly.