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Chapter 10:

Fernpaw blinked in confusion. Maybe I'm just imagining it…she thought. She glanced at her father. The jet black tom had turned his back on her and starting talking to Mothpaw. She hesitated. Was it right to go after Sunfeather? At the moment she turned to slink away after her mentor, Rockflame turned around.

"Fernpaw!" he hissed. The brown and white she-cat stood up, blinking her round blue eyes.

"Yes?" she asked. Rockflame shook out his ruffled fur.

"Don't you dare think of going into Twolegplace!" he snapped. Fernpaw glared up at him with hot blue eyes.

"Why not?" she challenged. "You shouldn't be scared! The most useless cat in the Clan even wants to go there!" She bared her teeth. "Why are you so protective all of a sudden? You've always been treating me like a grown up warrior! Why start treating like a kit now?"

Rockflame's eyes widened at his daughter's sudden fury. Fernpaw stumbled back, eyes wide as well.

"I'm so sorry!" she gasped. She had never quarreled with her father like this before. She ran into his fur, burying her muzzle in his soft pelt. "Sorry," she mumbled. Rockflame rasped his tongue over her ear.

"It's okay," he purred. Fernpaw opened her eyes to meet Mothpaw's green ones. She stepped back from her father and let out a loud cough.

"Excuse me," she muttered. Mothpaw looked away. Fernpaw tensed herself, waiting for another stupid taunt that Mothpaw had thought up. They never came. Fernpaw gazed at the path that Sunfeather had taken one last time before heading into camp.

"Fernpaw!" Moonpaw squealed, barreling into her sister. Fernpaw jumped up, eyes narrowed, challenge burning like a bright flame in her blue eyes.

"Yes?" she asked, her blue orbs darkening. Moonpaw tipped her head to one side.

"Why so grumpy, you big lump?" she meowed, playfully toppling over Fernpaw. Fernpaw got up, and shook out her ruffled fur.

"It's not funny," she snapped. Moonpaw flinched away, a hurt look shadowing her usually bright green gaze. Fernpaw looked away, her paws kneading the ground. "Sorry," she muttered again. Moonpaw nuzzled Fernpaw.

"It's okay," she purred. "Now tell me what's on your mind." Fernpaw hesitated. Should she tell Moonpaw what she saw Sunfeather do this morning? Or risk Moonpaw's anger on not telling her? "Hurry up," Moonpaw sighed. "I think Brackenstar's going to call a meeting." Fernpaw glanced at the leader's den, and Brackenstar was just heading out onto the Speaking Rock.

"Okay." Fernpaw took a deep breath. "I saw Sunfeather-" She was cut off.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join me below the Speaking Rock for a Clan meeting!" Brackenstar yowled. Fernpaw let out a hiss of annoyance and headed over. As she sat down beside Rockflame, the black tom scooted back a bit.

Fernpaw directed her gaze back to Brackenstar. The huge golden brown tom's green eyes flared with anger.

"This will be an interesting meeting," she commented to Moonpaw. Moonpaw nodded in agreement.

"Fernpaw!" Spotteddawn hissed. "Shush! Your leader is speaking!" Fernpaw wanted to spit right back at the arrogant crème she-cat, but one glare from Moonpaw told her not too.

"Cats of FrostClan!" Brackenstar snarled. A worried murmur rippled through the Clan. Brackenstar was never this angry addressing the Clan before. "I have received word that CreekClan has been trespassing again!" Yowls of anger rang out.

"What?!" Nightspots yowled. "Those mangy, worm-ridden fish-breaths of trespassed again?! That's the third time in two moons!"

Really? Third time in two moons? Then why haven't I heard about it yet? Fernpaw thought. News always had a way to reach her.

"Shush!" Brackenstar snapped. "We will launch an ambush tomorrow at dawn when the sun just enters the sky." The Clan's cheers sent roosting birds squawking and flapping away. Fernpaw stood up, and the Clan quieted.

"Brackenstar," she called. The golden brown tom directed his piercing gaze onto her.

"Yes?" he grumbled. Fernpaw flicked her tail in annoyance.

"Who will be going in the attack patrol?" she meowed. "We still have to leave some cats behind to guard camp." Brackenstar nodded.

"I want to say thanks to Fernpaw for reminding me," he meowed reluctantly. Fernpaw nodded at him. "The cats going to attack will be Mothpaw, Sunnypaw, Nightspots, Rockflame, Sunfeather, Spotteddawn and Tigerstripe." Fernpaw shared a shocked glance with Moonpaw.

"What about Fernpaw and me?" Moonpaw called out. Brackenstar let out a honey-sweet purr.

"Of course. Moonpaw will go as well, and Fernpaw." He sounded dismissive as he called out Fernpaw's name. Fernpaw shared a delighted purr with her littermate. As the Clan broke up into small clusters, Mothpaw padded up to Fernpaw. She glared at him.

"Congratulations," he purred. Fernpaw tipped her head to one side, confusion brimming in her eyes. What's going on? Mothpaw's never been nice to me before!

"Thanks," Fernpaw muttered. She was aware of Moonpaw giggling behind her. Mothpaw snorted.

"I wasn't finished," he snickered. "I was saying, congratulations on being part of your first battle." Fernpaw fluffed up her fur.

"Don't taunt me!" she snapped. "And plus, this is your first battle too!" Mothpaw rolled his eyes.

"Oops," he jeered. "I meant, congratulations on being picked after Moonpaw had to ask Brackenstar for you to be in the battle patrol." Fernpaw felt her hackles rise.

"Shut up," she spat angrily. Moonpaw led Fernpaw away.

"Ignore the arrogant brat," Moonpaw murmured. "Look! I can't wait to be in the battle!" she purred. Fernpaw nodded. "Our first real battle, and we've only been apprentices for a moon and a half!" Fernpaw gazed around. Surely Sunfeather would be back by now, right? Relief and suspicion tugged at her heart as she finally saw Sunfeather sharing tongues with Lionstorm.

"You know," Fernpaw began to Moonpaw, before a yowl interrupted her. Cats sat up, ears pricked and eyes wide. Fernpaw felt her heart thud in fear, as a screech rang out from outside the camp. The dreaded battle cry of an intruding Clan.

"CreekClan! Attack!"

Dun dun dun! Our precious Fernpaw and her not so precious Clan has been attacked by CreekClan? Fernpaw was never the best at fighting…will she make it through her first battle?

~Wish (and Amberflower)