Sorry I haven't updated lately! I just had five thousand activities to do after school and stuff! Anyways, just to clear things up: two cats were fighting, not three. Sorry for not clarifying before x_x

Anyways, review and I love you long time!


Bravespirit was taken aback by the sudden conversation they were having. The dark-pelted cat just talked to him in battle! Taking advantage of Bravespirit's confusion, he flipped over to the side and rotated the deputy's balance

Bravespirit flipped over, and Malachi sliced his claws on Bravespirit's back. He howled and slashed back with his hind claws, freeing himself of his grasp. Although wounded from his front paws, Malachi merely chuckled. "Ah...so long since the days of soft flesh upon sharp claws. How poetic and justful."

Was this guy for real? Bravespirit thought. Bloodthirsty, isn't he... His mind was interrupted as a yowl erupted in the direction behind him. Bravespirit spared a glance and saw that the second cat, a she-cat, was captured successfully by the others. Now, all he had to do was take care of Malachi.

Seizing the chance, Malachi took the intiative to slice Bravespirit while his back was turned. However, Bravespirit anticipated this and side stepped, narrowly dodging Malachi's claws. He pinned the dark cat down, using his body weight as an anchor to keep him in place.

"Ohoho...you are too good!! You're truly a warrior, aren't ya." Malachi said in a drawl. He truly was finished. The gleam in his eyes faded back to a smooth color. The battle was over. The slight gust of wind chilled the fur of Bravespirit. He let go, allowing Malachi to stand up.

"Letting me live? That's disheartening. I'd rather be killed by a dignified person like you than something stupid like old age, or disease." Malachi drew up a contemplative face. "Though...if you were dignified in the first place, I'd suppose you'd let me live..."

The she-cat, known as Succubus, threw him an annoyed, playful look. "Oh please. Cut the intellectual philosophy. You have less charisma than a dead rat! With maggots!"

Malachi just shrugged. He walked off to the direction of the prairie. He looked at Bravespirit directly, expecting something. Finally, he just said, "Well? Aren't you coming along? You beat me, at least I can help ya out. And don't give me no disrespecting lecture either! I can be civilized too!" Succubus just scoffed.

Malachi led them into a marshy, but mostly open plain with lush prey almost everywhere. The whole group was astonished by the large quantity. Malachi looked on, a grin bearing his face. "Go on...hunt!"

Bravespirit was excited to hunt, but winced as his wounds opened slightly. All he could manage to do was hiss in pain. Malachi looked extremely worried, to his surprise. An enemy one day, my best friend the other, Bravespirit thought contentedly. As the rest of the group hunted, Malachi went over to a place to get some cobwebs.

After a short while, Malachi allowed Bravespirit to close some of his fresh wounds. He then silently crept off. Bravespirit wondered where.

Time passed slowly for Bravespirit, wanting to hunt with the rest, but stayed inside the cave Malachi led him to. Just after the sun was starting to fade into a bright orange color, Onefeather stumbled upon him. "Ah...hello Bravespirit. How've you been? You look better since the fight." She said hesitantly.

"Never felt better. Made a new friend, it seems for me." He chuckled lowly. "Also, where has that RiverClan apprentice gone to? He seems to be always by your side!" This irritated him, for whatever reason, but he let it slide. He liked the new apprentice.

"He's been hunting the whole time. His energy never seems to end, does it..." Onefeather replied.

Bravespirit could sense her leaving after a while, so he wanted to talk to her about what happened before. This time, he wouldn't not be so direct. "Hey, let me tell you...a story."

Onefeather's ears perked up, and her eyes had a curious look.

He started off. "Once upon a time, there was a cat named Claw, and another she-cat named...Lorelei. Lorelei has been harboring love for Claw for a long time, though she could never admit it. But Claw failed to notice that. He looked in and out of everywhere to find the perfect mate, and even flirted off with some cats. But failure after failure, he just retired to a state of unacceptance."

"Lorelei would desperately try to get his attention, seeing that he never bothered to even flirt or do anything related to she-cats, other than being friends. After a while, she had just stopped, given up on everything too. However, Lorelei spiraled into a state of depression. She would stop talking to Claw, her friends, and even her family. Nothing got her to be the same again."

"But one day, Claw eventually saw through Lorelei as just friends. He gradually grew to love the one that he liked the most. Lorelei was there for him, helped him, and stood by his side in hardship. Claw only hoped that she was still like that."

"He found her in her den, sulking. As Claw talked, Lorelei was shocked. The love of her life, the one and only, truly had feelings for her. Both of them were ecstatic, and even planned their mating."

He sighed. "However, the next day, Lorelei was found dead, and claw marks scratched through her throat. Claw wept over her dead body, and decided that he couldn't live without her, after all they have been through. He threw himself over into a lake, and drowned. They now reside" he paused painfully. "in StarClan..."

Onefeather teary at the end of the story, and sniffled a little, crying a little at the story.

A wind blew past Bravespirit's side of the den, ruffling his fur. The slowly thinning trees outside of the cave bristled through the gust. He sucked in the cool air, allowing his sore muscles to relax.

"I guess the moral of the story is to tell the one you love about the feelings you have, before it's too late." He nonchalantly glanced at Onefeather, hoping that she got the message.

It looked like she was deep in thought, struggling to say...or to not say it. Bravespirit just pleaded silently in his mind.

Then, Onefeather thanked him for the great story, and turned off towards the direction prairie. His heart lurched. Bravespirit thought he was sure she would understand! But she turned around slowly. "Wait..." Onefeather cleared her throat."I, um..."

"Hey, Bravespirit and Onefeather, Malachi told me to go get some herbs that would heal up the sores better, but. I wasn't too sure which one of thristle or ferns, so I got all of them! Hope that helps!" Fishpaw exclaimed in supposedly one breath. "Also, Blankstar needs to talk to you, Onefeather."

Bravespirit smiled outwardly, but roared on the inside. So close!

As Onefeather walked out of the den with Fishpaw, he gave one last lick to his fur before waiting for Malachi to return.