Chapter 11

Hey, hey, hey! Im back (thanks to no homework and a *cough* demanding review xD) when I first started this fanfiction, I didn't think I'd get this far, but look at me now! On chapter ELEVEN xD.

Silverstar: -hides- here's your chapter, please don't hurt me…xD

Madison: you'll have to find out if your guess is right, im not giving anything away :3

"There you are, you little maggot!" Mapleshade snarled as Blotchpaw padded into camp, rage glowing in her eyes.

Fox dung! Blotchpaw silently cursed, totally forgetting that he ran away from Mapleshade this morning. Could it only had been this morning that he realized that he wasn't from RiverClan? It felt like moons ago, maybe even another lifetime.

"What did you think you were doing? Tackling me like that and leaving for the whole day?" Mapleshade hissed, unsheathing her claws as she stalked closer to Blotchpaw.

Tackling? Blotchpaw thought, confused, then remembered. After he had the flashback, Blotchpaw seemed to have left the battle center and ran across the RiverClan territory. While in his crazed state, Blotchpaw must have attacked his mentor and ran.

"No excuse eh?" Mapleshade sneered, "All the better, come with me, I have a special treat for you after that little 'stunt'" Mapleshade laughed, padding to a corner of camp.

Blotchpaw followed, ears back and tail trailing, imagining the horrors Mapleshade had in store for him. Cleaning the elder's den, which wouldn't be so bad, staying in camp for who knows how long, then a horrible thought hit him Oh please not being Larkpaw's and Darkpaw's servants! He prayed silently.

"Dig me a hole" Mapleshade ordered, jerking Blotchpaw from his thoughts. "I want it large enough for you to curl up in, but not big enough for any extra space"

Oh great, she's probably going to make me fill this hole with fresh kill and just bury it all. Blotchpaw thought bitterly. Sinking his claws into the dirt, Blotchpaw flung away a pawful angrily away from him.

"Good" Mapleshade said sweetly, though Blotchpaw caught a snarl hidden within. "Come and see me after you're done"

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Finally! Blotchpaw quietly cheered. In front of him was his finished hole, just big enough for him when he curled up, but shallow enough that it would only take a small amount of prey to fill it up, which Blotchpaw convinced himself, was the punishment.

Blotchpaw padded cautiously into the Dark Forest den, the place where all the original Dark Forest members of warriors slept. "Mapleshade?" he meowed quietly, being greeted by the opening of cold amber eyes.

"What is it?" she hissed, not moving from her nest as she said this.

"I finished the hole" he whispered, looking around the den in awe. Blotchpaw had never been in here, and when he was smaller he hoped that he would have the privilege of sleeping in here. But now, after discovering what the Dark Forest did to him, Blotchpaw only wanted the privilege to kill every cat that slept in here.

"Fantastic" Mapleshade growled, rolling her eyes "Now go to sleep, that hole is you new den" she mewed as she closed her eyes again.

"What?" Blotchpaw meowed, not bothering to whisper. "What do you mean 'that's my new den?'"

"Shut up maggot!" Mapleshade snapped quietly, her eyes blazing as she opened them again. "I decided for your punishment you would get to have the luxury of sleeping in your own den, you get to sleep in a hole. Now go to bed, you have to make up a whole day of battle training tomorrow."

Fuming Blotchpaw stalked back to his new den, hoping that it would rain that night.

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It had been a couple moons since that night, and many things had changed. Mapleshade let Blotchpaw roam more freely, training with him every few days, but most of the time letting him train on his own. He and Shellpaw had grown close, constantly training together under Robinwing as they plotted against their leaders.

But Songpaw was also closer to Blotchpaw, more than just a brother and sister close they used to have. Now instead of Shellpaw being the only she-cat on his mind, Songpaw was there too, fighting for his thoughts.

But one idea always dominated both of them, the destruction of the Dark Forest. Constantly rage would take over Blotchpaw making him tremble for long moments before he gained control over his feelings again. He was a great actor at camp, even though half the cats he saw he wanted to claw their heart out. But out with Songpaw or Shellpaw, Blotchpaw let all his feelings loose, sometimes scaring the she-cats.

Along with the Dark Forest came Larkpaw, his used-to-be sister falling in love with an ancient, dead cat. She was the source of his rage against the Dark Forest, hating them for making her throw her life away to love a cat she could never be with. Recently Blotchpaw noticed Larkpaw only ate the oldest, most rotten fish in the pile. She never cleaned her nest or fur, or even cleaned her wounds from battle training. Not that it would be any help, every day she came home with a new scar, more cuts, even though Hawkfrost said he never touched her.

"Blotchpaw, honey, are you okay?" Robinwing asked, looking at Blotchpaw cautiously. The apprentice blinked, feeling the uncontrollable rage fading away.

"Yeah, thanks Robinwing, I'm fine" he meowed, giving her a weak smile.

"How about we go for a walk?" Shellpaw suggested, looking at Blotchpaw fondly as she said it.

"Can we?" he asked, looking to Shellpaw then back to her mentor as he asked

"Of course, you guys have had enough training for one, just make sure you come back with prey" Robinwing warned, smiling at the two apprentices gently like they were her own kits.

I'm a ThunderClan kit, you don't want me as you own Blotchpaw thought angrily, though he didn't show it in his face.

Nodding, the two apprentices walked out of the training center and to the outreaches of the territory.

"You've been having more than normal" Shellpaw commented after a while, looking ahead as she said it.

"Yeah, I know."

"Why won't you talk to me anymore?"

"I do talk to you."

"No, you just answer my questions, you don't talk"

"There is nothing to talk about"

"What about us? Or Songpaw? How about Larkpaw? Or Darkpaw? Anything!"

"I like you, I don't know how I feel about Songpaw, I don't want to talk about Larkpaw, and Darkpaw isn't a topic worth talking about"

Shellpaw whirled around, eyes ablaze "See? This is what I mean! I liked it before, where when I said hi, you would talk, you would talk about what prey you got today, what information you got from the Dark Forest, how much you like my eye's, what you and Songpaw did in the morning! Now your just shutting me off, and I'm starting to think you don't care about me anymore"

"I DO CARE!" Blotchpaw screamed, rage taking over him. "I CARE! I CARE! I CARE ABOUT YOU, THAT'S WHY IM SHUTTING YOU OUT! I CARE ABOUT SONGPAW, THAT'S WHY I DON'T THINK ABOUT MY FEELINGS FOR HER! I CARE ABOUT LARKPAW, THAT'S WHY I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HER, AND I CARE ABOUT DARKPAW, BUT HE IS SAFE, SO I DON'T NEED TO TALK ABOUT HIM!" he screeched, a crazed look in his eyes.

Shellpaw shrunk back, trembling in fear as Blotchpaw yelled. But soon she realized he was heading towards the topic of the Dark Forest, and she needed to shut him up. Yelling this loud, any warrior in the apprentice's area would hear him loud and clear.

"THIS IS ALL THE DARK FO-"Blotchpaw was suddenly cut off by Shellpaw, getting tackled and pinned with a paw stuffed in his mouth. Taken over by rage Blotchpaw unsheathed his claws and pushed Shellpaw off roughly, only to quickly pounce on her as she fell.

His small dots of blood started to well around Blotchpaw's claws as he snapped back to reality, to what he was doing. Looking down in horror, Blotchpaw jumped off Shellpaw and raced away, leaving the she-cat lying on the ground, stunned.

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What have I become? Blotchpaw thought bleakly in his head as he raced away, the smell of Shellpaw's blood suffocating him. Now he had hurt his first crush, his best friend, and his old sister is going to get hurt if Hawkfrost decided he was done with her. I have to make something right; I have to save Larkpaw Blotchpaw decided.

But before he could even start his search for redemption, Blotchpaw stumbled into a clearing, and the smell of metallic blood, much stronger than the specks on his claws, hit his nose. In the middle of the clearing, a red mess of a cat lay in a heap, a pool of blood around her.

Blotchpaw gasped, rushing up to the cat even though he had no idea who she was. Furiously licking the wounds Blotchpaw tried to stop the flow, but there was too much coming out too fast.

"You going to have to help me" Blotchpaw said between licks "If you don't, I think you may die okay?"

"I….I want to…join Dark…..Forest…." the cat breathed, her eyes opening, and a strange light shined in them. Those eyes….they looked rather familiar…almost like….Larkpaw's eyes!

"Larkpaw is that you?" Blotchpaw said, shocked. But the gleaming in the eyes were fading away, and her breathe was getting shallower by the second. "Larkpaw no!" he yowled, working hard to trying and stop all the wounds.

"Blotchpaw what's going on?" a voice meowed, startling him.

Blotchpaw whipped around, just to find Shellpaw standing there, watching him. "I found her like this, we need to stop the blood, it's Larkpaw!" he quickly explained, getting back to licking.

With only a moment hesitation Shellpaw went to work on Larkpaw's opposite flank, cleaning her wounds in long, smooth strokes.

Finally, Larkpaw slowly came back to life, until she had regained consciousness, opening her eyes from her near death experience. But instead of gratefulness, rage shown in her eyes.

OOOH! What's gonna happen? You'll have to find out xD. Read and Review, and I think I need a warrior name for a special she-cat (*cough* Shellpaw *cough*)