Aw, crap; I keep on forgetting to update this thing!

But, anyways, I've checked out Warriors Book 6 from the Library, so in the next chapter…it's gonna be connected to that. For two out of the next three chapters, I'm gonna make this a wee bit more cannon; and I think you know what I mean with that.

I'll shut up and let you read this.

6

Get Out!

Trees were flying past me as I ran through the forest. Bushes whizzed past me, and my feet barely touched the ground. Everything was wonderful and new; the scents of mice and even rabbits reached my nose as they scurried around like there was no tomorrow (If I had been hunting, there probably wouldn't be one for them).

As I thought about how wonderful the forest was, the yowl of battle reached my ears. Screeching to a halt, I pinpointed its location and headed towards it. Maybe I'd find some entertainment. But once I found it, I stifled a gasp.

Tons of cats writhed around, locked in battle. Pelts merged into one another a cat tackled cat. It was all happening in a clearing surrounded by these four gigantic trees, with a rock somewhere near the middle of it. Seeing the battle wasn't shocking; but the fact that I actually recognized some of the cats fighting was the scary part.

Was that Bone being buried under a mass of cats, screeching so loudly that any cat a mile away could have heard it? And Mom furiously attacking a gray cat with a dark stripe on his back? That looked like Skye and Concrete teaming up against a cat with only one eye. But where was Dad?

Then I finally saw him. He was staring at the body of an orange cat, who was twitching pitifully before falling still. Behind him, a pure-white cat (Well, except for a few blood-stains) stood frozen, his blue eyes wide in shock. As the attack raged on, I was the only one who noticed the orange cat's eyes begin to glow with a white light…and then he got back up! But surely he was dead just a minute ago!

The orange-pelted cat turned to face Dad with a yowl I couldn't hear. Scourge froze, and turned around in horror as he noticed the zombie behind him. They exchanged words before the black cat leapt.

The battle was fierce. Tooth against claw, but nearly no blood. But the orange cat decided to use a bit of trickery to win. Just as suddenly as he started fighting, he bowed down in surrender. Dad thought he won, so he ran at him, ready to kill. At the last second, though, the orange cat leaped up and crashed into Dad's stomach, knocking him down. Clawing at his fur, the cat then sunk his teeth deep into my father's throat.

Of course, Dad fought back viciously, but he couldn't get free. After what felt like hours, Dad got noticeably weaker. Only then did the orange cat drop him. He raised his paw for a death blow, but the deed was already done. Dad gave one last jerk before he was still forever.

"No…no! Daddy!' I wailed, backing away in fear with my ears pinned against my head. Dad couldn't be dead, he just couldn't!

Before long, my clanmates saw my Dad's body and retreated hastily. There was no point in fighting; my Dad was dead, and all seemed to be lost. I could only watch as the forest cats chased us away…then I heard this voice in my head.

"The fate of your future is uncertain, but your father's is sure. He will die in three moons time." It said.

I woke up with a jolt. Immediately, I realized that the forest was gone; the gray walls of the den rose above me and reached for the sky. Dad was sleeping peacefully nearby. So that meant it was just a dream…but it felt so real!

I noticed Socks washing himself nearby. He glanced up at me once he saw that I was awake. "You're up early," he stated.

"…I had a bad dream." I admitted. He stood up and padded over to me.

"What was it about?"

"Well, I was running through this forest when I saw this humongous battle going on between BloodClan and a bunch of forest cats. Bone was being attacked, and Mom was fighting this gray cat. Dad had killed an orange cat, and went to attack a white one when the orange cat just got up, kinda like it was sleeping the whole time! Dad had to fight that cat again…but he lost. While the rest of BloodClan retreated, I heard this voice in my head. It said 'The fate of your future is uncertain, but your father's is sure. He will die in three moons time.' But I don't want my Dad to die in three moons!"

"…have you ever heard of StarClan?" Socks asked. I shook my head no.

"Not until yesterday…"

"Lets go for a walk. Just you and me." The black and white cat got up and headed towards the den entrance. I leapt to my feet and followed him out. Once we were a little ways from Dad's ears, he began to talk.

"StarClan is a group of ancient cats who watch over the friends they left behind. Sometimes, they'll send prophecies to certain cats, telling them of their future or giving them advice on what they should do. Claw, I think your dream was a prophecy from StarClan."

"…but I thought StarClan wasn't real!"

"That's what your father believes. But StarClan is very real, and what they have to say is very important."

"…can you tell me more?"

"Well, Starclan is where good cats who believe go when they die. There's an unlimited amount of prey there, and it's always spring. The cats who go there watch over those they left behind, guiding them."

"And I got a prophecy telling me that Dad's going to die?"

"…yes. Who's next in line for ruling?"

"Me."

"Then that would be-"

"But I don't know if I can do it." Socks froze in shock, and turned to me.

"As long as you do what you believe is right, you'll be an excellent ruler."

"If you say so…I think we should hunt. I mean, if we come home without anything, Dad might get suspicious. He wouldn't mind as much if we bring breakfast."

"Good point. Lets go to that hunting spot you showed Ruby and I."

"…race you there!" I exclaimed, bolting off. Socks just stood there in shock for a while, then shouted "Wait for me!" and bounded after me.

When we got back from the hunting spot, there was a long line of cats snaking out of the den. Immediately, I groaned.

"Why?!" I wailed. Then I calmed down a bit and turned to Socks "This is how I spend my mornings…" I stated. Then we muscled our way through the cats. Almost immediately, the cats moved aside; probably because they thought Socks was Bone.

"So, we don't eat breakfast yet?" the black-and-white cat asked.

"Nope! I've gotta help Dad solve these cat's problems."

"Oh…need help?"

"Nah, I've got this." At that note, I jumped onto a stack of boxes, so that I was above all the cats on the ground "Hey! Half of you guys gotta move to the right for counseling!" almost immediately, a mass of cats gathered below me. Some stared at Socks. "What? You got a problem with my uncle? Now, who wants to go first?" a cat stepped forward and began talking. I sat down and listened as intently as I could.

"It's finally over!" I groaned, getting off my boxes as the last cat left. "Dad, how do you deal with it?!"

"Oh, believe me! It wasn't even half as easy before you came along!" Scourge stated, leaping off the dumpster.

"So you just sit here, answering cat's questions all morning?" Ruby asked, stretching.

"Every day!" I said.

"Sometimes it goes on until the afternoon." Fang grumbled "But, at least we can eat now!"

"Yay! Food!" Scourge exclaimed, running over to the pile of food collected by Socks and I, mixed in with some other food Mom and Ruby found.

"So, is life in BloodClan hard?" Socks asked.

"Well, it isn't called 'BloodClan' for nothing! Seriously, take a hint!" Scourge said, taking a bite off a mouse.

"…how'd you become the leader of BloodClan?" Ruby asked

"Well, after you told me that unwanted kits were thrown in the river-"

"W-W-Wait, what?!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry I ever said that to you, Scourge." Ruby murmured. Scourge looked at her with a glare of distrust before continuing.

"Well, I ran away to avoid that fate. Once I reached the forest, a group of wildcats attacked me. So I ran away from there-"

"Mom was devastated when you didn't come back." Socks stated.

"Why? She never loved me."

"Yes, she did! We were never her favorites; you were!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Then why did she let you two bully me?!"

"Jealousy go the best of us! Mom told us to stop it so many times I lost track!"

"Say what you want; you know she never loved me." Scourge growled, prowling out of the den "I'm going for a walk; don't come after me or I'll slit your throats."

"Scourge!" mom called after him. But he was already gone, and Mom didn't dare to follow him; when Dad's mad, he takes it out on anyone.

"…so you guys bullied Dad when he was younger?" I asked. Socks and Ruby guiltily nodded their heads.

"But our mother really did love him. She wouldn't get out of the bed for a week after he left." Ruby said.

"Hey, Socks?"

"Hm?"

"You said that StarClan's supposed to guide the cats, right?"

"Yes."

"Do you think Dad stopped believing in them because of all the things that happened to him when he was a kit? Like, maybe he thought that StarClan wouldn't let you guys mess with him so much, or let the Tiger's Paw attack him?"

"…it's possible."

Once the sun went down, we all walked to the Gathering Place for a meeting. Dad had just come back from his walk about a minute before we left.

When we arrived, we were some of the first people there. Others were Skye, Concrete, and their families. I realized that we (Skye, Concrete, and I) were nine moons old; we only had three more moons until we had to leave our parents.

I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and cheerfully padded over to my friends. Concrete greeted me with a purr, and Skye smiled a little.

"You brought Socks and Ruby?" Concrete asked with a whisper "Are they staying for good?"

"I'm not sure. You see, Dad and them don't exactly see eye-to-eye on certain things." I replied.

"Well, I hope they can! They seem really nice!"

"They are!"

"So, how was The Royal Answering session?" Skye asked with a tease.

"Oh, nothing short of exhaust—hey, you stopped stuttering!"

"I have? I've been working on it for a while…"

"Little Skye just passed his first milestone!" Concrete purred. Skye began to blush.

"Just in time, too; I was about to start calling you Shy instead of Skye!" I added, nudging the blue cat.

"Hey!" he whined, nudging me back. Soon we were having a nudge-fight.

"So, what are we gonna do once the next three moons are up?" Concrete asked, interrupting our nudge-fight.

"You know what, I was just thinking about that." I said.

"I guess we'll have to leave our parents soon…but we aren't related by blood! Do you think it'd be alright with your Dad if we all lived together? Y'know, sleeping together and sharing the same den?" Skye asked, turning back to me.

"I guess as long as I don't tick him off in the next three moons, and none of us screw with his rules…or him…the I think we're good! In fact, since I'll have to be leader sooner or later, you guys can stay with me in the Royal Den!"

"Sweet! This is gonna be awesome! And no more Terror to mess with any of us!" Skye cheered.

"Glad I got rid of him now instead of later!" we all giggled.

"He totally screwed up those hot dogs last week!" Concrete laughed.

"They looked so gross!" Skye agreed. "Hey, did anything else happen this month? Other than Terror and the rest of your family?"

"Hm, let me think…two more litters of kits, we got a new guard, and there was another food-store found."

"Attention, everyone!" a voice exclaimed.

"Socks, what are you doing?! It's my job to announce stuff, not yours!" Scourge hissed.

"Some of you may not know me or my sister Ruby, but we are-"

"Shut it!"

"—Scourge's-"

"I will claw your throat out if you don't shut up!"

"…littermates!" Socks then backed away from Scourge's 'death glare'.

"Get out." The black cat ordered. Immediately, everyone fell silent. You could hear a pin drop, it was so quiet. "Both of you."

"But—But, Scourge! We're your littermates! Doesn't blood mean anything to you?" Ruby whimpered. Scourge smiled maliciously. In the back of the crowd, someone shouted "Speech! Speech!"

"Oh, blood means everything to me. But the only blood I'm interested in flows from my enemies. Look around you! These cats are bathed in blood! It soaks their paws and laps at their fur! Claw and Fang, my innocent mate and kit? They've killed cats, too! This is why we survive! We are BloodClan!" a loud cheer rose from the crowd, but Skye, Concrete, Mom, and I stayed silent. "Bone, Brick; get these two cats out of my sight!" Dad called. Then he turned back to his siblings "If either of you are seen anywhere in BloodClan territory by sunrise tomorrow morning, I will hunt you down and kill you myself!"

"Yes, Scourge." Bone and Brick said, nudging their 'twins' aside and leading them to the edge of the territory. Bone's nudge was a lot rougher than Brick's, I noticed.

Once the four cats were gone, Scourge turned to the audience. "If any of you see Socks or Ruby anywhere near our territory, capture them both and bring them to me. And do not mistake them for Bone and Brick!" Scourge hissed. As his ruffled fur slowly flattened, he said "Anyways, we have a new guard of BloodClan named Leaf." Scourge gestured towards Leaf, who was sitting shyly in a corner. She looked twice as nervous as I've ever seen her; and it wasn't because all eyes were on her.

"Excuse me, Scourge, but I'm a bit worried. Will I be exiled for bringing your siblings too you?" she asked.

"No; you didn't know they were my littermates." Leaf sighed, and sat a bit straighter. "Also, we have two more litters of kits."

"Congratulations!" a cat purred in the crowd. Dad's face gave everybody a laugh.

"What?! Not Fang and I!" everyone laughed harder, then calmed down. "There's two more litters of kits in the clan, and we found another food store on the northern edge of the territory. That's all the news for today." Then Dad leaped off the building and padded around the crowd of cats towards me. For the next few minutes, everybody talked casually.

"So, have you two thought about what you're going to do in three moons?" Scourge asked Concrete and Skye.

"Actually, we were just wondering if we could share dens with Claw when he becomes leader." Skye said.

"It's okay with me if it's okay with Claw." At that, we all cheered loudly; loud enough for the rest of the clan to turn around and wonder what happened.

"Was it really necessary to kick them out, though?" Mom asked. All my parents had talked about on the way home was Socks and Ruby. "Just because he told the rest of the clan that you were siblings?"

"Well, grudges from the past, plus the fact that they came uninvited and ate all our food, the fact that I was getting sick of them preaching their starClan crap, and the fact that socks overran the Meeting made me drive them out."

"Alright, but were the death threats really necessary?

"No; it just makes people run away instead of walk."

"I kinda miss them." I murmured.

"Well, get used to it, 'cause they're never coming back." Scourge said. Under his breath, I heard him mutter "Screw them and their stupid StarClan."

I don't own Warriors, or any characters used except Concrete, Skye, Claw, Leaf, and Fang…and Terror, since he was mentioned.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll try to update more often, I swear!