Authors note: Thank you Ottersong, Bramblelegs, and Irisheart8 for reviewing! And I remember once the Erins saying sun and moon were forbidden names because they sacred to all the clans. I don't know if that rule applies anymore, but it's what I heard. Here's chapter Nine. (: There is a lemon in this chapter, so for those who don't want to read it I'll warn you before it starts.
Chapter Nine: By the claws of MysticMoon
"Dirtpaw!"
The apprentice blinked her eyes open, seeing she was in camp, lying on the floor. Her mother and Spottedpaw were standing over here. A bunch of smelling herb s were wrapped in Spottedpaw's mouth, and Dirtpaw could smell their strong stench from here.
"Mother!" she mewed, looking up. "Where's Krestlestar, what happened to him?" She gasped, looking around.
Sparrowtail hung her head. Dirtpaw finally noticed her father right behind Sparrowtail. She flicked her tail at his nose in greetings.
"Krestlestar has lost another life, Dirtpaw." Sparrowtail cried.
Spottedpaw nodded. Dirtpaw wanted to rush up and give his cheek a friendly licking, but not with her parents there..not in front of the whole clan. What she felt for Spottedpaw, had to be kept in secret. "Hazelnose is making sure that he's okay and treating the wounds on his throat. The cat got him badly. But he is a strong leader, he will be okay."
Dirtpaw nodded. She turned to her mother. "Sparrowtail, Stormstrike, I'll be okay. If anything happens Spottedpaw can help me."
Sparrowtail thought for a second. "Okay, but we'll be here if you need us." she mewed, licking Dirtpaw's ear before she left.
Dirtpaw sighed, and looked around the camp. Every cat was talking, and the other apprentices were huddled in a circle, their mouths running and their eyes wide as they told each other about the recent events.
"I thought they would never leave." Spottedpaw purred, rubbing his cheek against Dirtpaw's.
"Stop!" Dirtpaw laughed. "The whole the clans is going to see us, Spottedpaw."
"I don't care..." he mewed, but cut off.
Dirtpaw looked up to see the reason why, and saw Krestlestar's familiar pelt slowly limping from the medicine cat's den. Dirtpaw felt for him, seeing how he had to battle greencough and that tom, losing two precious lives in the making.
"Cats of Riverclan!" Krestlestar mewed, not bothering to up the high rock. "As you all know, I was attacked by a black tom on the way back to the gathering. I have lost another life, but that is not the point!" he paused. "We must find who that black tom is, and stop him before he tries to hurt our clans again."
"I know who he is!"
Dirtpaw turned her head to see Tanglepaw step forward.
The brown tabby looked up. "He is Yang, one of MysticMoon's fiercest fighters. Mystic probably sent him. He will kill any cat without hesitation. He was probably sent to kill you for good."
Dirtpaw shivered, it was hard enough to see Krestlestar weak, but dead...would be too hard.
"Is there any way we can find him?" Redfeather asked, her hurt ear had been covered in cobwebs.
Tanglepaw shook his head. "No, he will be back at MysticMoon camp by now."
"I say we just attack this camp and tell those pieces of crow-food to not mess with Riverclan!" Greypaw yowled.
"Yeah, why don't you just show us where you're family lives Tanglepaw? We can take care of the rest!" Littlestep hissed.
Krestlestar yowled, quickly silencing the clan. "Riverclan, we cannot fight like this! Why battle MysticMoon clan on their territory when we can battle them on land that we know? When MysticMoon attacks, we will be ready."
-x-
"A quarter moon ago, Krestlestar told Riverclan that we will be ready for your clans attack."
"What will you do about it?" Mystic asked, narrowing his eyes at the she-cat.
The cat shook her head. "There is not much I can do, I can tell you the perfect time to attack. Krestlestar only has one life left, so this will be his last." the cat laughed. "That is, if you manage to kill him and the deputy."
"The deputy can be taken care of, a have the perfect tom for her."
"That black cat you sent over last time?"
"No, he is from your clan."
The cat blinked, shocked by the news. "Who else has proved their loyalty to you?" she hissed, wondering why Mystic had kept this from her.
"Skypaw, the tom from your clan. He came to my camp and asked to join, to leave Riverclan, for he knew they were weak. He also bought along another friend, Smokepaw from Shadowclan. They are quiet the team, fight wonderfully together."
"I can't believe, so that's where that tom went off to. His sister has been worried crazy about him."
"She would have to worry much longer, for I will send a message to her, asking to her join. "
"How many cats do you plan to take?"
"As many as possible to over-take the forest. I will kill twice as many cats if I have to."
The golden eyed she-cat narrowed her eyes, her fur bristling. "Which cats in particular?"
Mystic looked down at the she-cat, and let out a loud purr. "Please! Hazelnose, you are my most trusted source of information, don't not worry. You are safe."
Hazelnose purred. "Wonderful, MysticMoon will attack soon."
-x-
"We have a few battle training moves you guys need to know, especially when taking on ruthless cats like the MysticMoon clan's." Littlestep explained, Stormstrike and Sparrowtail at his side.
Dirtpaw watched as Littlestep crouched down, and looked at Stormstrike. "Now, one move is this." he mewed, jumping over Stormstrike, and kicking him in the shoulder with his back legs, then jumping on top of him, grabbing his neck in his jaw.
"Emeraldpaw, you try on Dirtpaw." Sparrowtail suggested.
Dirtpaw turned to Emeraldpaw and narrowed her eyes, looking at the she-cat, pretending she was from MysticMoon. Letting a low growl rise from her throat she saw Emeraldpaw jump. Scooting to the side Dirtpaw narrowly missed being kicked in the face. Quickly she raced forward, and yowled, diving under Emeraldpaw and hooking her hind legs in her paw. Pulling Dirtpaw heard the satisfactory grunt and saw Emeraldpaw on the floor.
"Hey! She didn't let me try!" Emeraldpaw yowled.
"You weren't fast enough." Dirtpaw countered. Why was Emeraldpaw so upset over loosing the fight?
"Ahem!"
Dirtpaw looked over to Tanglepaw, and narrowed her eyes. What did this tom want? They were training for Starclan's sake!
"Yes Tanglepaw?" Stormstrike mewed.
"These moves are great and all, but they aren't what is going to keep you alive when fighting MysticMoon." Tanglepaw mewed casually.
"Then what do you suggest?"
At this Tanglepaw strode forward in front of Dirtpaw, who glared at him, letting her teeth show a bit.
"If you want to win, you need to know some of our moves." Dirtpaw saw him looking at her. "Do that jumping move again."
Dirtpaw looked to Emeraldpaw, who was too busy staring with wide eyes at Tanglepaw. Crouching down she took no time, jumping over him and kicking her legs out to his shoulder. But he wasn't there. It was then, as she was landing to the floor, she saw racing from her right, and as he barreling into her she felt him grab her back and dig his claws in. She yowled as they went rolling. Tanglepaw hissed and bit her neck, hard. "Stop!" she cried, the pain becoming overwhelming, the pressure in her neck increasing.
"Get off her Tanglepaw!" Dirtpaw's mother called, pulling Tanglepaw off Dirtpaw's back. Dirtpaw turned back to Tanglepaw, and saw anger in his eyes, and a longing...like a cat that has just been denied killing a juicy mouse. Was she that mouse? She shivered at the thought.
"Oh dear Starclan, you used your claws?" Littlestep mewed. Dirtpaw then noticed the blood sweeping through her fur where Tanglepaw had grabbed her with her claws.
"You better go see Spottedpaw." Stormstrike mewed, licking some of the blood away.
"Where's Hazelnose?" Emeraldpaw asked.
"I don't know, she's been gone all morning, collecting herbs." Sparrowtail mewed, nudging her daughter forward. "Go on, Emeraldpaw can teach you the moves later."
Dirtpaw nodded and went through the forest, sighing. Looking up at the blue sky, she thought of her brother. Where was he? He had been gone for a quarter moon now, and her worries were getting the best of her. Would he be gone, just like Songkit? Calm down Dirtpaw, Skypaw is okay. Dirtpaw thought as she slipped through the camp entrance and made her way over to the medicine cat den.
"Spottedpaw?" Dirtpaw asked, peering her head into the den.
"Dirtpaw!" the familiar voice called. "What happened?"
Dirtpaw purred when she saw Spottedpaw's fur emerge out of the darkness of the back of the den. "Tanglepaw got into battle training and I got a few scratches." Dirtpaw didn't mention the crazy look he had in his eyes. It would worry Spottedpaw too much.
Spottedpaw nodded and started to chew up some pulp, and spread it over her fur. Dirtpaw relaxed against his paw and looked around. "Where's Hazelnose?"
"She's been gone all morning, no need to worry."
Dirtpaw paused, feeling her fur brush in the direction of his paw. "So were all alone?" she asked.
Spottedpaw looked over at her. "Yes." he mewed, pausing putting the pulp over her cuts, There were only a few more left. "What are you suggesting?"
-Warning: Lemon starts here until the end of chapter!-
Dirtpaw purred, curling her tail around Spottedpaw's legs. "I was just thinking, we would have some privacy...and no interruptions."
Spottedpaw chuckled and started to lick her fur. Dirtpaw leaned against him as he made his way to the base of her tail once more, that odd, warming feeling overcoming her, just like the last time.
Feeling him tongue rasp over her made Dirtpaw shiver, excitement radiating from her whole body. Spottedpaw kept going, and Dirtpaw clawed the floor of the den. The smell for herbs surrounded Dirtpaw as Spottedpaw stuck his tongue in, and started to explore her walls. Dirtpaw gasped, and closed her eyes at the pleasure that waved through her.
Spottedpaw purred, feeling her getting wetter, her center becoming hotter. He knew this was against the warrior code, but he wasn't going to deny his feelings, not now. Not this far. He went faster when Dirtpaw let out a short, small moan. It excited his greatly, his length sliding out of its case into the cold evening air.
It was then Dirtpaw let out a shutter, her white juices spilling from her as she climaxed. Spottedpaw licked them up slowly, unsure.
He couldn't wait any longer! He was about to mount Dirtpaw when she looked at him with wide eyes, and shook her head. "We can't be heard." Dirtpaw mewed as she started to slip out the back entrance to the den, and they were soon in a open patch of reeds near the river.
Spottedpaw purred, good thinking, Dirtpaw. He thought, as he jumped on top of her, clumsy grasping for her scruff, hoping it would relax her somehow. It was as if instincts told him how. Dirtpaw whimpered, clawing the ground impatiently. Spottedpaw chuckled into her fur, rubbing against Dirtpaw to tease her.
Dirtpaw hissed rocked her hips back to him. Spottedpaw finally let him go in, but quickly pulled out when Dirtpaw cried out in pain. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Dirtpaw nodded. "I'll be fine."
Spottedpaw nodded and went back into her, slowly rocking back and forth until Dirtpaw's cries calmed down, and until gasps and moans were escaping both of them, their bodies rocking together as one.
Going faster they soon went into a nice rhythm, until Dirtpaw's walls closed around Spottedpaw and he couldn't hold it, and he climaxed, Dirtpaw following not too long after.
Both cat's fell to the ground, their bodies spent and exhausted, but the pleasure and excitement still was in the air.
"Great Starclan." Dirtpaw purred, licking fur clean.
Spottedpaw helped her, and she helped him, then they went for a swim in the river to make sure that nothing would be left behind.
When they were done and sun-bathing, Spottedpaw noticed Dirtpaw's cuts had started to bleed again. "C'mon, let's go get those fixed...again." he mewed, and both cats padded back to camp.
Authors note: Okay, I have decided there are only two or three more chapters left, but there will be a third book, though the name is undecided. it will be about Dirtpaw and Skypaw, but when they are warriors. So yes, this story is fairly short, but it will end well. Review!!