Chapter 10!

For all those who reviewed, thank you!

and I have decided the kits for Sweetspot: Dawnkit, Willowkit, Greykit, and Lionkit

sorry if your kit wasn't picked, but their will be more kits and I will ask again for names if I can't decide on a name.

On to the Chapter!

Chapter 10

Bluepaw felt herself being carried, and she could distantly feel her back legs and long tail brushing along the ground. There was also something howling in her ears, the wind? it was much stronger then in the forest. Bluepaw tried to move her paws but they felt like they were made of stone, her mind was fuzzy, and there was a buzzing in her ears that made her head ache.

Bluepaw suddenly felt herself dropped to the ground and WindClan scent was strong all around her, WindClan! In a flash she remembered what had happened last night, sitting up, she felt a pain in her shoulder, but ignored it, she opened her eyes and fluffed out her fur. She was sitting in the middle of a clearing, the sides sloped up steeply and were lined with gorse and heather.

A pale brown flecked tom with brown paws was standing over her, and Whiskerstar stood in front of her. The flecked brown tom was speaking, "Whiskerstar, we found this trespasser on the WindClan border, and we brought her to you for punishment." Bluepaw bristled at the insulting lie, "so I see, but that still doesn't explain why you look like you were fighting with all of ThunderClan, Tangleclaw" Whiskerstar mewed.

Though his words were light his tone was dark, as if he daring Tangleclaw to admit that was what they really had been doing. Tangleclaw swallowed nervously, shuffling his paws he looked over his shoulder at his clanmates. Who were being treated by a grey she-cat and young brown tom, which Bluepaw guessed was the medicine-cat and her apprentice.

Bluepaw cleared her throat, causing both cats to look at her, "if I may speak, I can tell you what really happened." Whiskerstar was about to answer when Tangleclaw growled, "quiet prisoner! You broke the code and deserve to be punished" Tangleclaw mewed, but their was a fearful look in his eye. he's doesn't want his leader to find out what he really did, well if he didn't want to get in trouble he shouldn't have done it! she thought angrily.

"You may speak" Whiskerstar mewed firmly with a glare at Tangleclaw, "they attacked our camp in the storm!" she mewed angrily. "No we didn't!" Tangleclaw growled back, but there was panic in his gaze, "Oh really? Then why do you smell like ThunderClan? Because you were in our territory, that's why!" she answered for him.

Whiskerstar sniffed Tangleclaws fur, "she's right Tangleclaw, you lied to me, and this is your third time leading the younger cats into other clans territory against the warrior code!" Whiskerstar snarled at Tangleclaw, rage lighting his gaze. Third time? So there was another time before this and the Shadowclan intrusion. Bluepaw looked up at Whiskerstar as he turned back toward her, "What is your name?" he asked quietly. "Bluepaw" she answered curtly, trying to keep herself from attacking Tangleclaw.

"Well Bluepaw, I will personally escort you alone back to your clan" Whiskerstar mewed, "that would be suicide! ThunderClan wouldn't allow you leave without losing at least one of your lives!" Tangleclaw exclaimed in horror.

"My warriors attacked their camp, even if I didn't tell them to, it's still my responsibility as a leader," Whiskerstar mewed. Bluepaw felt impressed by his willingness to assume responsibility for the mistakes of his clan. Bluepaw tried to stand up, but when she put weight on her right shoulder, a sharp pain raced up her leg, making her stumble.

"Bluepaw are you alright?" Whiskerstar mewed, his eyes holding concern for her, he doesn't want me to be hurt because that would make WindClan look bad. "No, my leg hurts!" she hissed through clenched teeth, "Dewleaf!" Whiskerstar called, dismissing Tangleclaw with a flick of his tail. "Yes?" the grey she-cat asked as she bounded over to them, "there is something wrong with the ThunderClan cat" Whiskerstar mewed evenly.

Dewleaf instructed Bluepaw to lay on her side, stretched out, Dewleaf felt her shoulder gently, "it's wrenched pretty badly, I think you should wait at least a day before trying to get her home." Dewleaf mewed to Whiskerstar. at least a day?! I want to go home now!

"I understand, she will stay over night and go home at dawn tomorrow" Whiskerstar mewed decidedly. I have to spend a whole day in the WindClan camp! This isn't what I thought today would be like last night.

Bluepaw sighed, rolling carefully on her back, so she wouldn't bump her wrenched shoulder. She had been given a small nest in the corner of the clearing to rest through the long, hot, dusty, boring day. At least they treated me okay. WindClan was alright, they had fed her, though rabbit wasn't her favorite, and she had chatted awhile with one of the younger warriors named Sootclaw, who had been very apologetic about what had happened.

Glancing upward she saw that clouds hung heavy in the sky, more rain? but the air wasn't as heavy as it had been last night. last night, remembering Greypaw made her fur tingle and a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine, does he feel the same way? looking up she saw with surprise Tangleclaw padding toward her, he stopped just a mouse-length away. Leaning down he whispered, "you better get out of here right now! Or else you won't see the next sunrise" he growled.

Fear cursed through her veins when she realized he was serious. Looking into his eyes she saw a fire full of anger, hatred, and a fierce ambition which he would do anything to achieve. Bluepaw didn't want to wait around to see if her suspicions were true.

She may be a quick fighter but she was no match for a experienced warrior in a strange camp with an injured shoulder. Darting out of the camp she bounded, lopsided, out of WindClan territory, she raced over a hard, stinky, hot surface. She continued along a track, which smelled faintly of cats, is this a way back to ThunderClan?

The sky was turning grey, and Bluepaw was able to start making out her surroundings, in dismay she looked over her shoulder and could just make out the dark trees of the forest. I've been going the wrong way the entire time?! Sighing she realized she was far to tired to even start going back, looking around she saw an empty large twoleg nest beside a smaller twoleg nest.

Padding toward the larger one, that had a strong prey scent coming from it, she slunk through a small hole in the wall of the nest. Blinking in the dark nest she sniffed the air, she caught prey scent even stronger in here, and a faint scent of cat. Not clan, tom, the rogue Whiskerstar said his clan drove off?

Looking around cautiously she quickly grabbed a mouse and wolfed it down, WindClan had only given her a small piece of rabbit. Exhaustion pulled down on her body, as she padded into a clump of sticky dry grass, that had a sharp smell that reminded her off dead grass. Making a quick nest, she settled down to sleep before heading back home.

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It seemed her eyes had been closed for only a few heartbeats, when she woke up. For a moment she didn't know what had woken her up but then she heard talking, and realized that was what had woken her up. Silently walking up behind a pile of the stiff grass, she peeked over it expecting to see cats, but saw none, confused she sniffed the air again, and realized the scent was stronger behind her.

But before she could do anything, a weight landed on her back making her fall, and paws held her shoulders firmly down. Hissing at the pain in her injured shoulder, she realized her assailant had kept his claws sheathed.

"What are you doing here?" a voice growled, but it wasn't the cat on top of her, it was a brown tom with sharp blue eyes, that had a hint of humor in them. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm being attacked, you idiot!" Bluepaw snapped, the pain in her shoulder making her short-tempered, "Strike, let her get up" the brown tom mewed gruffly to the cat on top of her.

The cat on her, Strike, jumped of reluctantly and turned to face her, he was a black tom with cold, dark green eyes, and he looked about as old as Lilypool. The thought of her friend sent a wave of longing crashing against her, "your one of those clan cats, aren't you?" Strike mewed disdainfully. "Yes, and what do you care?" she growled back.

"That's enough!" the brown tom mewed firmly, turning to her he mewed, "you have to leave right now, we let you take a nap, but now you have to leave!" Bluepaw struggled to get to her paws, but Strike had hurt her shoulder when he had landed on her and she could hardly put any weight on it without it feeling like more agony then she had ever known.

Stumbling, she tried to balance on three paws as she hopped toward the hole, but she was already exhausted again by the time she reached the hole. Sitting down she struggled to steady her panting and shaking legs. "You can stay here until you are able to leave on four paws" a voice called reluctantly behind her, turning she saw it was the brown tom.

Letting out a sigh of relief she hopped over to the nest she had made and curled up in it, I'll just stay here a day or two until I get my strength back. glancing at her, reluctant hosts she saw them gazing at her with mixed expressions, some pitying and sympathetic, others irritated and annoyed. Sighing, she curled her tail over her ears, so she wouldn't hear their murmuring and went back to sleep.

"Here" a muffled voice mewed from above her, yawning Bluepaw stretched, and opened her eyes, seeing Strike above her with a vole in his jaws. Scrambling to sit up, and wincing from the pain it caused in her shoulder, she nodded her thanks and neatly ate the vole.

Turning to Strike, who had just finished his mouse she mewed, "What's the other cats name?" it was a stupid question, but she didn't know what his name was and she wanted to know. "His name is Claws, and what is your name?" Strike answered, his voice expressionless, "it's Bluepaw" she mewed hastily. Nodding, Strike rolled on his back revealing an uneven white stripe that stretched from his chest to his tail tip, that's ho he got his name, she realized.

Looking up at the sound of paw-steps she saw Claws heading toward them, with a curt nod to her he asked. "How does that shoulder feel this morning" stretching it she tested it on the ground, it hurt but the pain wasn't as sharp as it had been yesterday. "Better then yesterday, but still to injured to go home today" she sighed in disappointment, I want to go home! I just want to be home! she cried silently.

Knowing that it wasn't just going to happen, she started stretching her shoulder to help strengthen her muscles. Strike and Claws had left by the time she had finished exercising her shoulder, and Bluepaw was exhausted and hungry.

So I'll just have to hunt for myself, getting to her paws she carefully stalked forward, keeping most of her weight to her uninjured shoulder. Her eyes picked up the movement of a mouse, at the edge of a pile of hay as the rogues called it, she silently stalked forward until she was hardly a tail-length away. Lashing out with a claw the creature fell dead, Bluepaw sullenly picked it up and gulped it down.

Licking her whiskers she noticed through the gap that the light was fading and realized it must be dusk. Bluepaw glanced up from her washing at the sound of two sets of paw-steps, sitting up she saw Claws and Strike pad into the barn, as they called it. Mewing a greeting she watched as they padded toward her with their own food, "did you eat Bluepaw?" Strike asked absently, as if he couldn't care less.

"Yes, thank you" Bluepaw replied politely, trying not to make him angry or irritated. Strike nodded then finished his meal and left, "what's his problem?" she asked Claws who was rolling on his back in the hay. "The kid's had a tuff life," Claws mewed back, curious she asked, "so have I but I don't act like that, what exactly happened to him? And how do you know him?"

Claws sighed looking at her, "you're a persistent one aren't you? Fine I'll tell you, but you can't tell him that I did, and you can't mention it. "Strike's mother was killed by a fox when he was three moons old, he was with her at the time so his father blamed him, and abandoned him."

Claws paused for a moment before going on, "after that, Strike wandered around, his mother, Holly, hadn't taught him how to hunt before she died, so he didn't know how to hunt for himself, he was almost dead when I found him wandering around here about four moons ago." "As for why I took him in, I help young cat's who are down on their luck, like Strike and you, but I don't like clan cats as much" Claws mewed.

"But you still helped me" Bluepaw pointed out, "that was because you probably couldn't even reach the edge of that WindClany territory, but how did you get hurt?" Claws questioned. He told me what I wanted so it's only fair that I do the same, so she told him about the attack on the ThunderClan camp, and how she had been knocked out, and finally how Tangleclaw had threatened her. When she had finished Claws leaned back on his haunches and shook his head, "that's why I don't like clan cats, you can't trust any of them, not even the ones in your own clan." Shrugging, Bluepaw looked up to see Strike above her on a wooden log, or something.

Strike jumped down and for the first time she saw some emotion in his eyes, she recognized it as some kind of respect for her. Nodding to her, Strike leaped up to the loft, where he slept, Claws soon followed him, and she was left alone. Limping to her nest she curled her tail around her paws and drifted to sleep. Thinking about her clan she wondered one thing, do they even miss me?

Not extremly exciting,

but I've been kinda the last few days and didn't have a lot of time to think about the chapter much

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