Another ShadowClan chapter. I hope you love it to death, but you might not, so I hope you at least like it. :D

Now it's time for the plushies! Yes, Serpent's ballet, that was pretty fast. Don't worry, Rosepaw's story will get a lot more interesting soon! A Passionkit plushie to you!

To Ciao Bello: Thanks! You think the names are weird? I thought they were pretty good, Echoflight is one of my faves… Maybe I just like weird names. A Butterflyheart plushie to you!

To Wolfstar-Coyoteblaze: Thanks to you too, and don't worry, this and the next chapter are Shadow and Thunder. A Jake plushie to you!

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Marshpaw, now Marshfoot, had become intolerable. He'd gone from a bully to a cold hearted, ruthless cat. He was a rude to everyone, even the deputy, and he would go out of his way to be mean to others. However, two things hadn't changed. Darkpaw was still his main victim, and Marshfoot was still rather stupid.

"Hey, Darkpaw!" Marshfoot sneered. "I've been out hunting all day, and since you're an apprentice, I think you should bring me some prey!"

"But Marshfoot, if you've been out on a hunting patrol, you aren't allowed to eat until the rest of the Clan has eaten. I'm the only one here who hasn't eaten yet, so once I do you can eat. Why don't you bring me some fresh-kill"? Darkpaw said innocently.

Marshfoot's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what Darkpaw meant. He vaguely remembered something about not eating when you on a hunting patrol, so… He had to bring Darkpaw food before he could eat? That wasn't right. Was it? He thought over this, brow furrowed, while Darkpaw made his escape.

He slipped away between the pine trees, knowing Marshfoot would be after him later. Hopefully he could put that encounter of off until their were witnesses to keep him in line. Thank StarClan we don't sleep in the same den any more.

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"Darkpaw!"

Darkpaw winced. Time to be tormented by Marshfoot.

"Darkpaw!" Marshfoot called again. He ran over, eyes glinting with malice. "I've got a lovely idea. I really don't feel like hunting today, so I figure you can for me!"

"What?!" Darkpaw yelped. Hunting for him?! What gave him this idea? Why should I? "Do it yourself, you lazy fleabag," he spat.

Marshfoot snarled. Darkpaw had never insulted him so harshly before, and he didn't like being challenged by cats he considered to be below himself. Raising a heavy paw, he slammed a blow to the back of Darkpaw's head, sending the apprentice sprawling against the ground. "You do what I tell you to do!" he hissed. He lifted his foot to strike again.

"Fine, fine, I will!" Darkpaw said, tensing for the pain.

"Good." Marshfoot kicked him to get his point across. "I'll take whatever you catch. Get to work."

Darkpaw staggered to his paws. He had only an hour to catch enough prey for two cats, or he would come back empty-pawed, Marshfoot getting all the praise.

This won't last, Darkpaw vowed. This time, Marshfoot has gone too far.

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It did last. Every day, Darkpaw was forced to hunt for Marshfoot, and do other chores for him. He was threatened or hit if he didn't obey. Every day, bit by bit, Darkpaw became more and more like Marshfoot's slave.

Wildpaw was suspicious, but she didn't know why her brother constantly spent all his free time hunting. Since the recent battle with ThunderClan (A/N: Sorry, the battle will be the next chapter) Marshfoot was even more agitated than usual, and Wildpaw was beginning to suspect his interference in Darkpaw's life.

Today Marshfoot had walked with Darkpaw to a swampy clearing in the pines so he could rant. "Those stupid ThunderClan cats! Who do they think they are? We should've torn them to shreds!"

"Well, we did steal prey from them," Darkpaw pointed out.

"Shut up!" Marshfoot glared. "Sneaking into our territory like rats…" he trailed off, muttering. The he turned to Darkpaw. "But I have an idea. I'm going to get revenge on ThunderClan, and you're going to help."

Filled with dread at whatever revenge plan Marshfoot had thought up, Darkpaw said, "What?"

"We're going to sneak into their camp and steal some kits!" Marshfoot grinned with pride at what he probably thought was the smartest thing he's ever said.

"Stealing kits?!" Darkpaw gasped. "That's insane! You'll cause another battle!"

"A battle we will win." Marshfoot looked so confident. "You're going to help me, and you won't tell anyone. Anyone. We'll do it tonight, when they're all asleep."

Darkpaw gaped wordlessly. What am I going to do now?

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Oooh, the mystery. Marshfoot is a cruel cat, stealing kits to cause a battle. Will it work?

By the way, the battle happened after Darkpaw started hunting for Marshfoot but before that third section there, where Marshfoot had his 'brilliant' idea.

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