Okay, I lied. This chapter didn't come out yesterday, but it came out today (obviously). The heat is killing me, but luckily, it's only going to be this weekend! Thank StarClan for that! Enough of my rambling, enjoy the chapter!

Thornpaw woke up with a full erection from the night before. He grimaced as Thornpaw woke up with a full erection from the night before. He grimaced as he rolled over, his hard member hitting the floor. He needed relief before training or it would bug him all through the day. Sitting up, he started to groom himself, hoping to pad outside and find Olivepaw waiting for him. As soon as he was done grooming, he leapt up to find only Ivyfrost in the clearing, ice blue eyes lusty. "Hello, apprentice," she purred. "Ready for training?"

"Not really," Thornpaw admitted, stealing a quick glance at his hard member.

"I can help you out with that," Ivyfrost mewed, licking her lips erotically. "Come on, apprentice."

After Thornpaw found relief, he and Ivyfrost padded to the QuickClan border. "Why are we here?" Thornpaw asked.

"The Gathering is tonight, and we're going to have a little fun," Ivyfrost purred. "When you hear my signal, mount me and start mating me loudly."

Thornpaw and Ivyfrost watched the endless moors. Suddenly, a QuickClan patrol raced over a nearby hill. "Now!" Ivyfrost hissed before raising her mew to a loud moan. "Oh, yes Thornpaw!"

Thornpaw quickly mated his mentor and slammed deep inside her. "You like it, bitch?" he growled. "You like it?"

"I love your huge member inside of me!" Ivyfrost whined. "Make me your slave!"

"I can do that for you." Thornpaw thrust quicker and quicker, pummeling his mentor with deep, hard strokes. Ivyfrost whimpered, wailed, and moaned louder and louder while her apprentice groaned with the effort of fucking her. The patrol was drawing closer and the scent of sex was hanging in the air. Thornpaw suddenly pulled out of Ivyfrost, the she-cat whimpering, and moved in front of her mouth so the QuickClan patrol could see his juice-streaked member. "Open up, slut." Ivyfrost opened obediently and Thornpaw thrust inside her, barbs scraping her mouth.

"What in StarClan are you doing?!" A black she-cat with brown splotches and a smaller ginger and brown tabby she-cat, along with a muscular ginger tom stood in front of the mating cats.

"Fucking her," Thornpaw replied sweetly, shoving his cock deep down Ivyfrost's throat so she gagged.

The smaller she-cat that looked like an apprentice winced. "Dappleshade, why is he doing this? It looks horrible!"

"It is," Dappleshade replied darkly, flexing her claws. "I have a right mind to attack. Too bad they're on their own territory. Thunderheart, take Applepaw to mark the rest of the border."

The ginger tom nodded and led the smaller she-cat away from the pair. Dappleshade stiffly stood, watching with undisguised hatred. Thornpaw smirked at her. "Are you a voyeur?" he mocked. "Why don't you come on over? You're a pretty she-cat, LustClan or not."

Dappleshade unsheathed her claws. "Say that again, apprentice. You can't take on a full-grown warrior."

"Warrior?" Thornpaw gasped between short breaths of laughter. "You call yourself a warrior? What is a warrior?"

"A warrior is a fighter and a hunter. They defend their clan–" Dappleshade's curt explanation was cut off by Thornpaw's laughter. He fell on the grassy ground, slapping the ground with one paw, all the while shaking with laughter. "What is it?"

"You…you have to fight and hunt and defend?" Thornpaw chuckled. "That's a defender's job. Defenders are like our slaves! You're all no better than slaves!" Another burst of laughter shook his body.

Ivyfrost was watching with undisguised amusement. "Dappleshade, he has a point."

Dappleshade growled, trembling with anger. She suddenly launched herself forward. Thornpaw immediately rose to his paws and swiped at the air, but Dappleshade was too quick and rolled to the side, striking Ivyfrost's pelt. Ivyfrost screeched in surprise and struck the she-cat's muzzle. Dappleshade hardly winced, instead shaking the blood off before lunging to strike again.

Stone, Bee, and Bone suddenly rushed out to attack Dappleshade, driving the she-cat back onto the moor. "You won't hear the end of us this," she spat as she ran.

"You came onto our territory," Ivyfrost mewed calmly, licking away the blood on her pelt. "I'll be sure to tell Cherrystar, and she'll tell Windstar, and I'm sure Windstar will be furious with you."

Thunderheart and Applepaw streaked after her in the distance, Thornpaw watching the other apprentice with lust. "Damn, she looks like she'd be a tight fuck," he muttered. "Not as good as Olivepaw though."

Ivyfrost grinned. "Wasn't that fun?"

"Fun? It's almost better than mating, and that's saying something!" Thornpaw cheerfully agreed, padding after his mentor. He shot a glare at the defenders. "Make sure this is all cleaned up."

"You're not Cherrystar," Stone replied evenly. "You don't tell us what to do."

"A she-cat can," Ivyfrost said. "I order you to take your pick of the gushers. You have defended us well, defenders." Each defender dipped his head to the she-cat before running back into the forest.

"Why'd you do that? It's not their proper place," Thornpaw argued. "They're supposed to defend us! You're just telling them that they're amazing by doing a job they're supposed to do!"

Ivyfrost shrugged, smiling. "Hawkpool is a good friend of Bee, and Bee was one of our defenders today. And you know about me and Hawkpool…" She ducked her head shyly. (A/N: Get my OTP there? Tell me in the reviews/comments if you do! XD)

Thornpaw smiled. "Sneaky, sneaky." He felt good for his mentor. She was submissive and hungry for cock. Hawkpool would love fucking her. "Can I get the rest of the day off?"

Now it was Ivyfrost's turn to smile. "Sneaky, sneaky. Olivepaw is quite the she-cat, isn't she? Of course, Thornpaw."

Thornpaw raced for Fourtrees, eager to stick his member into her tight hole after mocking the QuickClan cats. "They had no idea how I really am. That was just a small demonstration," he growled to himself. He skidded to a halt and plunged down the slope, where a lone figure was sitting. "Olivepaw?"

The she-cat turned, green eyes sparkling with lust. "Thornpaw," she breathed.

"I will be up on that rock as a leader," Thornpaw growled, tensing his muscles and leaping for the top. He dug his claws into the slippery stone, hind paws churning as he heaved himself up on the top of the Great Rock. He sat up proud and tall, imagining himself as Thornstar. "One day, I will be up here as leader. But we need plans for that day." He jumped down, landing gracefully next to Olivepaw. "The first problem is Cherrystar."

"Shall we plan a murder?" Olivepaw asked.

"Murder seems messy," Thornpaw frowned. "Besides, she is my mother. I wouldn't want her to die in such a way that would disgrace the family name. She should be mated to death."

"That's nearly the same as murder," Olivepaw argued. Thornpaw swelled up, ready to claw the she-cat for her insolence. How dare she suggest that I'm wrong! But he soon realized that she was indeed right, and let his fur settle down smoothly on his back. "A tragic accident near the river that runs between ShimmerClan and LustClan. The river runs fast and dangerous during leaf-fall. By that time, you would already be a warrior, ready to take the leadership."

"Good idea," Thornpaw praised approvingly. "Yes, I can imagine it now." Dark thoughts filled his mind. Cherrystar mating with her son at the border, a push here, a slip there…Cherrystar would be gone in no time, her nine lives ripped away as she drowned again and again.

"What about Sweetpaw?" Olivepaw growled, wrinkling her nose. It was clear that she was disgusted by his sister's behavior. "She's not behaving like a proper LustClan apprentice, attacking you and everything."

"Sweetpaw could be useful later," Thornpaw murmured vaguely. However, he knew exactly what he was going to do with his treacherous sister. He let himself get lost in his fantasies…

Thornstar watched as Sweetpaw was led into camp, tail drooping, head low with submission. "Sister dear," he said, shaking his head disapprovingly. "I expected better of you. Let this be a reminder of what happens to those who disobey Thornstar." He mounted his sister and thrust into her, fucking her hard and fast, the tortured she-cat crying out in pain, sobbing for mercy. "No mercy, just pain! Death is the easy way out. Oh yes, you will die, sister, just not now." With a flick of his tail, about five toms came forward and started to gangrape Sweetpaw. Thornpaw watched with glee as his sister was fucked ruthlessly, violently, and brutally.

Sweetpaw couldn't breathe as she sobbed, thrown to her brother's feet, bleeding, bruised, battered, covered in cum…and seeking death. "MateClan save me," she gasped, core puffy and swollen, tailhole ripped apart from the barbs from the toms' members, mouth slack and bruised.

"MateClan will do nothing for you, sister dear," Thornstar smirked cruelly. "Say goodbye, my littermate."

"No!" Sweetpaw gasped as he raised his paw, striking downwards, hooking his claws into her throat. Blood spilled onto the floor from her throat as she took her dying breath before slumping onto the ground. Thornstar stood over her body, victorious over his clan…

"Thornpaw?" Olivepaw's mew jerked him from his reverie. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course," Thornpaw answered gruffly, still in the triumphant mood he felt over his sister. "Sweetpaw will be put to better use than killed like Cherrystar."

Olivepaw flexed her unsheathed claws. "If you say so. The third thing we must discuss today is the bonding of the clans. You want four clans joined into one. How will that happen?"

"I plan to persuade Streamstar and Lilacstar with some wonderful mating," Thornpaw answered. "Lilacstar, if I am correct, is the PrideClan leader, proud and strong. It will not be easy to get her with me so I can fuck her. That's the hardest part. She'll whine and beg for my member once it's inside her. Streamstar is a young she-cat. She has no mate, so she'll likely be desperate for cock. I can fulfill her needs."

Olivepaw raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "You've got it all planned out, Thornpaw. It sounds like the only thing you'll need help with is Lilacstar and PrideClan. I have a PrideClan friend called Snakepaw. He's handsome, and smart, but not just smart, a sneaky smart."

"Sounds like his help would be very welcome," Thornpaw grinned. "Introduce me to him tonight."

The LustClan cats were the last ones at the Gathering. Thornpaw padded down the slope next to his mother, head high. However, his eyes soon grew dark. Wherever the LustClan cats padded, cats immediately scurried out of their way, flashing them glares and hateful looks. Thornpaw glared back until he saw Olivepaw flash him a glance. He followed her tail through the crowd until she came to a slender black tom with silver stripes and guarded, unpredictable, dark brown eyes. "This is Snakepaw," Olivepaw mewed. Snakepaw blinked coldly. "He's the PrideClan apprentice I was talking about."

"Snakepaw," Thornpaw said courteously. "I'm Thornpaw. We need your help…" Snakepaw leaned in as Thornpaw started to talk, Olivepaw adding in details when needed. "…and that's the story."

Snakepaw leaned back on his haunches. "What's in it for me?"

"Glory," Thornpaw answered. "You could be one of the senior maters, or warriors, or whatever you want to call it."

"That's not good enough." Snakepaw's eyes were steely cold, filled with distrust. "Deputyship will be mine."

"You drive a hard bargain," Thornpaw purred. "It's yours."

Snakepaw nodded curtly. "Deal. Every day, Lilacstar patrols the Thunderpath border alone at sunhigh. You can catch her there."

Thornpaw nodded. "Very well. I will catch her there the first day I am made a mater."

"And when's that going to be?" Snakepaw asked distastefully. "You look like a kit barely out of the nursery."

"My mother's the clan leader, and she'll make me a mater when she feels my skills are good enough. I could be your age and be a mater," Thornpaw boasted.

Snakepaw snorted. "Sure. Well, it'd better be quick."

"You already gave me the information. I can do whatever I want when I become leader," Thornpaw growled.

Snakepaw's steady brown eyes burned into Thornpaw's fur. "I know what you're going to do," he countered. "I could tell. You'd surely be kicked out of the clans. And Mommy won't save you this time, since you plan to kill her."

Thornpaw fought back another growl. How is Olivepaw friends with this insolent tom? He's too fucking slimy for this. "Fine. I expect my mater ceremony in another four to five moons. I'll mate Lilacstar the day after my mater ceremony."

"You have ceremonies after all," Snakepaw smirked. "Maybe you're not all that uncivilized."

"At least we have friends, unlike you, business partner," Olivepaw retorted. Snakepaw stepped back as if someone had clawed him in the muzzle. "Yes, that's right. You were never a friend to me. Maybe sometimes the fox can be outwitted."

Snakepaw's brown eyes darted back and forth. "Fine. Fine." He spat the words on the ground angrily. "Fine. You want to play it that way? Fine. I thought you were a decent she-cat, but fine. I'll play along to your stupid plan. We'll see how it works." And with that, his tail disappeared into the throng of PrideClan cats.

The Gathering was boring. The decent part was when Cherrystar recognized Thornpaw, Sweetpaw, Whisperingpaw, and Lionpaw as new apprentices. He puffed his chest out as the clans cheered his name. Another decent part was when Cherrystar recognized Streamleaf and Wolfshade as new maters, and Thornpaw caught a glance at the beautiful she-cat, the moonlight casting patterns on her gorgeous fur.

Olivepaw twitched with jealousy. "She's just a pretty plaything. A slut," she growled viciously.

Thornpaw looked at her with amusement, whiskers twitching. "Aren't you possessive," he remarked. "Don't worry, she's also crucial to my plans. I plan to use her only for breeding purposes. You will have at least two litters of kits, but you can't spend more than thirty moons in the nursery raising kits. You're too important for that." He licked her cheek gently. "You're going to be a leader too, Olivepaw."

Olivepaw seemed to perk up after that and leaned on his shoulder for the rest of the Gathering. When the Gathering was called to an end, Cherrystar led LustClan out of Fourtrees immediately. As soon as Thornpaw reached camp, he and Olivepaw went to his den and had some naughty night fun before curling up to sleep together, pelts brushing, in a manner that one might mistake to be love…

Not really a cliffie, but I hope it leaves you wondering. Remember to review!