Here's Chapter 8! I was having so much fun writing about your cats, I forgot to write about mine! XD

Finally, ThunderClan part 2.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own warriors.

Chapter 8

ThunderClan

Moonpaw skidded to a halt, hissing as she tried to throw Seedpaw off of her back. She shook him around, but that only made the grip of his claws tighter. She resolved to lie flat on her back, and she gave a purr of satisfaction as her brother let out a strangled yelp from under her.

"Had enough?" Moonpaw chuckled, and Seedpaw let out a breathless sigh. Moonpaw got up, shaking her pelt to get the sand out. Seedpaw slowly stood again, pretending to gasp desperately for air.

"Boy! You sure are heavy; are you sneaking an extra mouse at suppertime?" Seedpaw teased, and Moonpaw let out a mrrow of laughter and cuffed her brother over the ear.

Kestrelpelt and Mossshadow had been watching from a side of the sandy training hollow, and Mossshadow padded over to praise their fighting skills.

"It seems that you two have that move mastered," Kestrelpelt remarked, "Now, here's another one to try; don't be upset if you don't get it, it's a challenging move."

Moonpaw felt proud that her mentor and Seedpaw's were willing to teach them a challenging move when they had only been apprentices for a couple of days. It made her feel closer to becoming a warrior.

"Now," Mossshadow mewed, "It begins with a crouch…" She dropped into a crouch, and Kestrelpelt leaped at her; she swerved to the side, and when Kestrelpelt landed, she tucked her paws under the crooks of his back feet and flipped them over, sending Kestrelpelt flying forwards until he was on his back, belly exposed.

"Try it." Kestrelpelt mewed, heaving himself up back onto his paws. "Now, Seedpaw, you take my place first, and then we'll switch." Seedpaw nodded, and each apprentice moved to one side of the clearing. Moonpaw dropped into a crouch, and as Seedpaw jumped she swerved to the side as Mossshadow had done. Seedpaw landed, and Moonpaw quickly tried to hook her paws under the crooks of his feet while he steadied himself. She found her mark and attempted to flip him over, but Seedpaw just sat on top of her easily. Moonpaw struggled, and finally let out an exasperated sigh.

"Flat as a river pebble," Seedpaw meowed triumphantly, and let Moonpaw stand back up. She shook herself again, blinking to get sand out of her eyes.

"Great try," Mossshadow mewed, "Now switch places."

Seedpaw took up a crouch, and as Moonpaw leaped he swerved and went immediately behind Moonpaw as soon as she landed. He hooked his paws and flipped her over, making Moonpaw yelp as she tried not to show her belly. She flipped over again and pinned her brother to the ground, breathless.

"Now who's a river pebble?" Moonpaw teased, and let Seedpaw up again.

"You both need to work on flipping over your opponent," Kestrelpelt meowed, "But Seedpaw, you executed the perfect speed in reaching your destinations." Seedpaw curled his tail in delight. Mossshadow nudged Moonpaw.

"You were great with your speed too, what with disarming Seedpaw like that." Moonpaw felt slightly better at her mentor's praise.

"I think we've had enough training for today," Kestrelpelt mewed, and the two apprentices nodded their heads gratefully. The battle moves had left them exhausted. "Come on. You two can eat, then see to the other duties around the camp."

Moonpaw dragged a mass of brambles into place at the entrance to the nursery, moving them with her teeth so the sharp thorns would scrape anyone who tried to scrabble through; it would be safe enough for the queens to get in and out of due to a small gap at the bottom, which led into the safe hollow inside.

Beside her, Pebblepaw was struggling to move a particularly heavy piece of bracken into place at the other side of the nursery. "Here, let me help you with that," Moonpaw offered, and Pebblepaw let out a relieved sigh. Moonpaw helped him drag the bracken, and arranged it so that it wouldn't let in any of the cold when leaf-bare came.

After everything was finished, Pebblepaw mewed, "Thanks, Moonpaw. You're very kind." Moonpaw felt something stir in her heart at his praise. Pebblepaw was one of the smallest of the apprentices, and was very shy. He didn't talk much, but that was often because he was lonely. He was the only one that survived in his mother's last litter, and often felt that Brindlefire retired to the elders' den because of him.

Moonpaw flicked her tail over his ears. "You're welcome. Want to go hunting with me?" Pebblepaw brightened a bit, and the two headed for the thorn tunnel.

As soon as they exited, however, a harsh screeching filled the hollow behind them. The apprentices whirled around, bewildered, and soon located the source.

Harpiekit lay twitching beside a small hole on the bottom of the cliff, Clovergrass wailing beside her.

"My kit! Oh, somebody help my kit!" She wailed, and Moonpaw quickly dashed toward the medicine den.

"Mosspatch, Ashpaw! Something's wrong with Harpiekit!" Moonpaw yowled at the entrance; both medicine cat and apprentice briskly gathered any herbs they would need, and followed Moonpaw to where Harpiekit lay.

Moonpaw saw with despair that she was hardly breathing. What had happened? She thought. Had anyone seen?

"Stand back," Mosspatch ordered, and all of the warriors and apprentices that had gathered around backed away. "Ashpaw, grab me some tansy, horsetail, and juniper berries. Now!" Ashpaw scrambled back toward the medicine den.

Moonpaw watched as Mosspatch checked Harpiekit''s breathing, then spread out the herbs she had. Ashpaw returned moments later with his herbs, and the two set to work.

"What happened?" Ashpaw demanded while his mentor chewed up the tansy.

"I saw," rasped Marshwater, "She was playing with a ball of moss, then suddenly a snake came out of the hole and bit her leg." Clovergrass nearly fainted, and Gingereyes had to hold her upright.

"All right," Mosspatch mewed; her voice was strangely calm. "Ashpaw, feed her the juniper. It should make her cough up some of the poison." Ashpaw nodded and did so; Harpiekit coughed, and an oozing green liquid came out of her mouth.

"Good. Now I'm going to suck out the poison from the bite." Mosspatch announced, and put her mouth on the kit's leg. She sat like that for a moment, then released. She spat out the poison on a leaf, and Moonpaw noticed that Harpiekit looked more relaxed.

"Will she be all right?" Fallingwater, a silver she-cat, mewed in distress; Mosspatch didn't answer.

All eyes were on Harpiekit as her struggling stopped. "I took out most of the poison," Mosspatch mewed finally, "All we can do is hope."

It felt like moons as Harpiekit's shallow breathing grew fainter; for a moment, Moonpaw thought she was surely dead. It seemed as if the entire Clan was holding its breath.

A small, blue feather fell gently at Moonpaw's feet, and she looked at it in confusion. Before the moon, blue feathers will fall, and the dusk shall be avenged…

Moonpaw took a step back. Then another. And another. She felt that the feather was the snake poison itself.

Harpiekit shuddered, and her breathing stopped. Moonpaw saw a faint wisp of what looked like blue smoke rise out of her mouth, and then dissipate into the air.

Mosspatch and Ashpaw bowed their heads. Clovergrass ran up to her kit, but Gingereyes and Marshwater held her back in fear that the snake would strike again. Mosspatch gently picked the kit up in her jaws, and set her in the center of the hollow.

Moonpaw watched with a heavy heart as the kit was carried, and saw that Lizardbreath, Clovergrass's mate, was sobbing. So. she's dead, Moonpaw thought with shock. Who knew a life could end so quickly after it started.

She looked down at the feather, shiny and smooth, and wondered briefly where it had fallen from. It seemed as if it dropped out of thin air.

"A blue feather that fell," Moonpaw whispered. She quickly sought her mind for the words that she heard as the feather landed.

Before the moon, blue feathers will fall…and the dusk shall be avenged.

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