Author's Note: Hey everyone, and a massive welcome back to Slaves!

I know, I know, I'm sorry for how long this took. There's been lots of distractions. School just broke up, so I've been on holiday and struggling to get online to post anything. That doesn't I haven't been productive though! As well as (eventually) finishing this, I've been working on some new material, AKA Dawn of Mockery, my first attempt at comedy. A Warrior's Horror Story is coming along nicely too, but anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. :)

As usual, your support has been incredible. Honestly, I never thought this story would get so many reviews when I started, and it's thanks to you guys I've managed to get this far into the story! Here are my replies to your reviews-

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So, here is part 1 of the long awaited Gathering chapter. Why is is split into two parts, you ask? Because so much friggin happens that I couldn't fit it all into one update! Seriously, the word count for this chapter is 4,889, and I wasn't even half finished. Anything longer than that and I feel like it would've dragged on. As suggested in a previous review, we get a big extract from Foxflame's POV. In fact, most of the chapter is from her POV. I think you guys are gonna really enjoy it!

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Slaves:

Chapter Thirteen:

It was moonhigh around the lake. Night had long since hidden the sun away beneath the horizon, turning Silverpelt black. Menacing looking clouds completely obscurred the light of the Clan's ancestors, the only evidence of the occasion being the full moon, which shone so brightly it seemed to be trying to make up for the loss of the stars. This could only mean one thing, of course, something that no RiverClan cat was looking forward to.

The darkness extended all the way down to the ground, where it was so acute that Sageclaw could hardly see a foxlengh in front of him. The tom snorted disgruntledly. He hated being outside at night for how exposed and uncomfortable it made him feel. Anything could be lurking in the shadows where he couldn't see. It had been a miserable trip so far, and all he wanted to do was get to his nest. The remnants of the snow fall last sunrise were making him colder than usual.

He'd been sent out on a solo hunting mission in the hope of catching any prey that, for some reason, only decided to leave it's burrow at night. The mission was in vain, as he was returning to camp emptypawed. What was even the point of sending me out? Sageclaw thought. It was obvious I wasn't going to catch anything.

The tom wasn't too concerned about the reaction of whoever was in charge of the camp when they found out about his lack of prey, however. A much more pressing matter was running through his mind. Namely, what was about to transpire at the Gathering. With tensions so explosively high between RiverClan and WindClan, he suspected that one of the leaders of the Clans would probably make an accusation which would send the other into a fit of rage. It seemed likely to be Gorsestar, since WindClan were utterly convinced that a cat was intruding on their territory. He didn't want to know about how that would go down, which was lucky, because he hadn't been selected to go. But this opened up other problems. Foxflame had.

Sageclaw closed his eyes for a heartbeat. Ever since he'd discovered who her tormentor was, the usual petty arguments they had over differences of personalities had ceased. He felt a responsibility towards her as his Clanmate to comfort her, and even if her typical pride rejected most of his offers of help, he still worried about her. And tonight was no different. He hated the idea of her all alone at the Gathering, with that piece of foxdung nearby. He wished he could tell himself that she would be alright, for although he didn't doubt her ability to protect herself, he knew the kind of cat Shellstorm was. Not one to be messed with.

Or would she be alone? Whisperings of gossip around the camp had told him that the other two Clans would be bringing their slaves along to the Gathering too, but no one seemed to know why. That would be the only reason he'd even consider going. The prospect of seeing Eaglefang, Smoketalon and the rest once more.

Sageclaw had been hoping that he'd get back to the camp before the cats on the Gathering patrol left. Then he'd be able to say goodbye to Foxflame, and maybe even warn her not to do anything reckless, so he was disappointed when he saw and heard the signs of a large group of cats approaching. He breathed in, picking up the scents of a few familiar scents, specifically the leader herself, Beetlenose, Reedshade and, unfortunately, Shellstorm. Moments later, Streamstar emerged into view. He didn't see the she-cat he was looking for, so he assumed that she was lingering at the back.

'Ah, so our slave returns from his hunting trip,' Streamstar commented, stopping for a moment beside Sageclaw. He dipped his head towards her, more out of obligation than respect.

'And without prey,' a scornful voice echoed, brash and loud. 'Why am I not surprised?'

The RiverClan cats broke out into purrs of amusement, somehow finding their deputy's pitiful excuse for a joke funny. Sageclaw didn't. He glared at Shellstorm, not even bothering to hide the hostility in his eyes. He was stood beside his mate, who incidentally, appeared to be the only one from RiverClan who hadn't laughed. She even spared him an apologetic glance.

Reedshade's consistent shows of kindness had proven helpful . Ever since her lesson by the stream, he had been practising to fish at any oppurtunity that arose. He hadn't managed to catch anything yet though, for it required more precision and less clumsiness around water. The skill would have its merits in terms of helping him meet his prey targets, but he found it was also a good way to vent anger and annoyance, emotions so common to him nowadays. Ironically, Sagecaw probably felt more sorry for her than she did for him. He assumed that she wasn't aware of Shellstorm's advances on Foxflame.

Streamstar interrupted their laughter with an impatient huff, reminding the party that they had places to be. They set off quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. The tom ignored the scathing look Shellstorm gave him as he padded past, but he couldn't help but growl at him when he was out of earshot. He still wanted to speak to Foxflame before she left.

Soon enough, he caught a glimpse of her dark ginger fur. She was right on the other side of the group, meaning that he couldn't reach her. Worry made his tail flick from side to side. He considered calling out to her, but the patrol had already disappeared into the gloom before he could make a decision. Mousedung, Sageclaw thought.

Something told him the she-cat was in for a difficult Gathering.

Foxflame scowled as she walked, taking great pleasure in digging her claws far into the ground with each pawstep. The action left scrape marks in the earth behind her, and indeed, lots of dirt on her pads. Evidently, she was in a bad mood.

She hadn't wanted to go to the Gathering. Staying in her nest and sleeping had seemed far more inviting, but since she had the luck of a kittypet that had just wandered into ShadowClan territory, it had been her that was chosen to go. She supposed this was due to the influence of a certain tom, but either way, she hadn't protested. It would've been worthless.

The she-cat was alone where she padded. The closest RiverClan warrior to her at this stage was Eelscratch, who'd been chosen as a guard, but wasn't really paying attention to her. She continued tearing up the ground, bored. Let's hope this is a quick Gathering, Foxflame thought. It was wishful thinking, what with the feud with WindClan... and she couldn't help but wonder...

She blinked, looking up at the other cats on the patrol. They were moving at a fairly swift pace. It was a bit of an unspoken competition whenever the full moon came around to see which Clan could get to the island first. ShadowClan nearly always won, and WindClan were, for the most part, a close second. As far as Foxflame could tell, Streamstar wasn't that interested in competing against the other leaders, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be punctual. The silver she-cat moved in an intent, brisk fashion. She noticed that although the sound of talk and whispering was constant, every cat kept on glancing at Streamstar, just to make sure they were keeping up with her.

Suddenly, Foxflame felt a tingling sensation crawling up her spine, one that made her hair stand on end. It was a feeling that only came when someone was staring straight at you. In a split second, her had muscles had tensed up and her eyes had narrowed, almost instinctively. She didn't want to look up, in case their eyes met. It would probably just encourage him.

She waited, hoped, for him to look away. Surely, if she just payed him as little attention as possible, he'd pick up on the fact that she'd rather spend time with a murderous badger than him? It seemed to take him sunrises to finally look away, but when he did, Foxflame risked a quick peek up, hoping to find out where he was in the crowd.

She was relieved to see that the silver grey tom was still where she'd seen him last, next to Reedshade. His head was close to the RiverClan she-cat's, saying something under his breath. She smiled at him, and he butted her head affectionately. The sight made Foxflame hiss. I can't believe he can just turn around and act normally to that she-cat, as if he's done nothing wrong! she thought furiously.

Quickly, she sped up a little until she was stood behind two warriors. Their frames hid her from view. That way, if Shellstorm tried to find her in the group again, he wouldn't be able to. It was the least she could've, and would've done to stop him paying attention to her.

When they reached the lake shore, the light had improved considerably. The water reflected the limited moonrays that filtered through the clouds, allowing them to see their way across to the island. Foxflame anticipated Streamstar would start leading them towards WindClan territory, where the log bridge was, so she was taken back when the she-cat instead began to wade into the lake.

When the water had reached half way up her legs, she turned to face them again. 'Youngest across first,' the leader said, in a voice that had clearly spoken the exact same words many times before. 'I will follow.'

Foxflame watched, not quite comprehending, as the less experienced warriors began to swim confidently towards the island. Then, it hit her. They can't seriously be expecting me to swim across, she thought incredulously.

Thankfully, one of the RiverClan warriors, Beetlenose, realised the problem at the same time. 'But what about the slave?' he called out. 'She can't swim.'

Streamstar looked Foxflame up and down at the moment. She skimmed her tail over the surface of the water, sending a spray of droplets into the air. 'Somebody will have to help her across,' she rasped slowly.

The slave turned to the remaining warriors. Any volunteers? she thought sarcastically. None of them seemed particularly eager. One or two of them glanced at each other, whereas a few raised their heads and looked down their noses at her pointedly, as if the RiverClan leader had just asked them to clear out the Dirtplace tunnel.

And then, the one voice she hadn't wanted to hear broke the silence. 'I'll do it.'

Foxflame dug her claws even further into the ground as Shellstorm stepped away from his mate's side. Reedshade appeared surprised, as did every other warrior there. There was a tiny smile on his face, one that sickened the ginger she-cat.

She began to protest, but Streamstar cut in, 'Thank you, Shellstorm. Your kindness is much appreciated.' She nodded to him, if bemusedly, and then gestured for the rest of the Gathering patrol to follow her. They did so, not wanting to be any more late than they already were. 'Be quick. I'd rather not start the Gathering without my deputy!' Streamstar added.

The only cat who lingered was Reedshade. She murmured something inaudible to him, although whatever it was, she didn't look best pleased. He started to answer, but wasn't given a chance to. The she-cat was already chasing after them, leaving Foxflame alone with Shellstorm.

The very thought set her on edge. Her stomach was tight with apprehension, and a nervous feeling was flooding through her veins. There was even a faint inkling of fear mixed in.

But she wasn't going to show it.

'Don't you get it?' Foxflame snarled viciously. Her fur had begun to bristle. 'Is your head so full of yourself that you can't understand a single word I'm saying? Leave. Me. Alone.'

Shellstorm tilted his head to oneside. 'Now, is that any way to speak to your deputy?' he purred, in a voice that was almost endearing.

'I wouldn't care if you were the RiverClan leader,' she said, shaking her head. 'Just go away!'

'But there's so many things I want to say to you. Things that I have to say to you.'

'Oh for StarClan's sake-'

'Woah, calm down!' he exclaimed. 'Can't we at least be polite to each other? Would that be so hard?'

'Shut up,' she retorted, pushing straight past him and padding over to the edge of the bank. 'I'll talk to an arrogant snakeheart like you anyway I want.'

She had intended to dive straight in, and hopefully, wade just as Streamstar had done the entire away across. Typically though, things weren't so simple. A few tail-lengths in, the floor of the lake dropped away sharply, so much so that Foxflame knew her paws wouldn't be able to reach the bottom. She gulped at the sight of the fast moving ripples. Swimming had never been one of her strong points.

'Come on,' Shellstorm said softly, moving forward until he was stood next to her. 'You know I'm going to have to help you over.'

She flashed her teeth at him, but didn't say anything back. Standing next to him, it was suddenly a lot more evident how much larger than her the RiverClan deputy was. With his enormous frame and broad features, she must've been comparable to an apprentice to him.

The she-cat could still feel his eyes boring into her skull long after she'd looked away. All she wanted to do was get away from him, and yet here was this Dark Forest damned lake, blocking her way to safety.

'So, how do you want to do this?' he questioned, shuffling a little closer. Foxflame stiffened even more. 'I guess it would be best if you kinda just, leant on me...'

He draped his tail over his shoulder. The slave recoiled as if she'd been burnt. A burst of fury surged from her head all the way down to her paws. She spun on him, eyes alight. 'I don't need your help!' she snapped.

A long sigh followed. 'Both of us know that's not true.'

As soon as the words left Shellstorm's lips, the she-cat had had enough. Every word he said was just making her angrier and angrier.

And one swift leap later, Foxflame was in the lake.

The splash threw bitterly cold water into her face as she hit the surface. Its noise echoed loudly in her ears, deafening her for a few seconds. She half expected to keep sinking down into the lake's depths, sinking and sinking until she drowned, but then, her legs hit a layer of pebbles. She dug her claws into the silt, providing more grip.

Foxflame twisted around when Shellstorm's voice rang out, 'Please, don't be mousebrained. You won't make it half way.'

I'll show you, she thought determinedly, beginning to kick out, propelling herself forward.

The first few steps were easy, mainly because it didn't require any swimming. After that, the job became considerably harder. Her fur wasn't sleek like RiverClan cats. It seemed to trap all of the water nearby, weighing her down like she was trying to pull herself through a wall of mud. She reached down, hoping to find something that would help her stand up, but there was nothing except the lake, carrying on forever. How come the distance between her and the island was so much larger than it had been on the bank?

She heard another faint sigh from behind her. 'Why are you so stubborn? Just let me help you. You'll end up embarrassing yourself if you don't.'

Even if the tom's words were meant to discourage her, they had the exact opposite effect. Foxflame only kicked harder, using all of her effort to keep moving. Trees loomed up invitingly ahead. She made sure to keep her eyes fixed on them, giving herself something to aim for. Solid ground had to be close now. It had to be.

She pushed on, keeping a consistent rhythm with her legs and paws. In, out, in, out, cutting through the lake. Her breathing was fast and shallow. It felt like she wasn't moving anywhere. Come on, she urged herself. You can do this. You're a ThunderClan warrior!

But no matter how hard she tried, the water kept on dragging her down. Her limbs were running out of energy. She splashed around, desperately keeping herself afloat, but it was too deep. Far too deep. Still, her paws weren't touching anything. ThunderClan cats weren't supposed to swim. It was against their nature.

She had started to shiver. Only now, when the rush of adrenaline had left her, did the numbing cold really start to settle in. Her struggles against the pull of the lake began to cease. She was sinking.

'Foxflame?'

Shellstorm's voice was muffled by the water in her ears. She wasn't listening to him anyway. All she could think about was the island, the shadow of which was clawing at her like an angry dog.

'Foxflame...?'

A heartbeat later, and her head was completely submerged. She tried to gasp, but all that came out was a gargling, strangled sound.

'Foxflame!'

She could barely hear Shellstorm now. Not that she cared. Floating beneath the surface of the lake gave her a peculiar feeling, as if she was flying. Her throat felt tight and bubbles were escaping from her mouth, but through all the freezing water, the she-cat was certain she could hear something or someone else, reaching out. Calling to her.

StarClan? she wondered absently. Is that you? Are you still with me?

Light was fading. Gently, her eyes fluttered closed. Her whole body went limp. No matter what was calling her, the noise it made was somewhat soothing. This was the en-

Suddenly, teeth fixed into her scruff, and started to yank her back upwards. The abrupt change sent shock waves reverberating through her. She opened her mouth to speak, but water nearly made her choke. Foxflame wasn't sure what was happening, but within seconds, it had well and truly knocked her out of the delirious state she'd fallen into. She needed to breathe. Now.

The she-cat tilted her head back and opened her eyes, ignoring the stinging feel that came with it. It was Shellstorm. He was pulling her back to safety with strong, confident kicks of his legs; despite the tom's size, it was almost graceful. Already, they were moving much faster than she had done.

The surface was right above their heads now, and the floor of the lake was visible again. She reached out pathetically with her paws. It was too much. Her chest felt close to bursting. She couldn't bare to hold her breath any longer. Get me out! Please, get me out!

Shellstorm re-emerged first, quickly followed by Foxflame. She coughed up water as much needed air flowed back into her lungs. The relief that came with it was overwhelming. Her heart pounded heavily, and the pain remained, but breathing had never before been such a pleasure.

He heaved on further until their paws touched down on the lakebed. Now that they were so close to the island, the scents and noises of a large amount of cats became clear. It washed over her though. She might've been able to stand up if any energy was left in her screaming muscles.

'Oh StarClan,' Shellstorm wheezed, as they finally escaped the freezing clutches of the water. 'Are you alright? Tell me you're alright.'

The she-cat couldn't force out the words to reply, collapsing like a rag doll onto the shore. Thorns were rooted into the nooks and cranies between the rocks that surrounded the miniature forest she knew lay ahead. Moisture continued dripping from her wet and heavy fur, darkening the stone around her. Noticing this, the RiverClan deputy started licking her fur the wrong way. She wasn't sure why this would help, but strangely enough, it seemed to speed up the drying.

'Foxflame,' he whispered, the usual roughness of his voice absent. 'You scared me so much.'

Perhaps if what he was saying had come from a different cat, it might've touched her. From the mouth of Shellstorm, it felt wrong and out of place. A part of her wanted to hiss at him, but the other, utterly passive, resisted.

Her lack of a response seemed to silence the tom. He carried on washing the water from her pelt, and nothing was exchanged between them for awhile. Or perhaps it was no time at all. Foxflame couldn't really tell, but either way, she almost appreciated it.

When her breathing had finally calmed, and their fur was dry for the most part, she craned her neck up. Shellstorm was still beant over her chest, eyes brimming with sentiment.

'Aren't you going to say thank you?' he asked.

Foxflame shook her head.

And everything went mad.

The tenderness in Shellstorm's gaze evaporated, and was replaced with an emotion so passionate and lustful it scared her. Like lightning, his paw shot forth and rammed into her shoulders, pinning the she-cat down. He lowered himself down until his face was so close their whiskers brushed.

'You ungrateful piece of crowfood,' he said, eerily quiet. 'I just saved your life.'

Foxflame could only stare back, helpless. She doubted she would've been able to get him off in a fit state, let alone when she'd just nearly drowned. His tail brushed against hers, and then began to entwine them.

'I love you. Can't you see that?'

He shoved their muzzles together forcefully. A horrible queasiness passed over her, like something was trying to force its way up her throat. She squirmed underneath his body, which was half on, half off her. A purr rumbled. Powerless. Totally powerless.

Rain pours from the clouds like StarClan's tears. It showers them. Their pelts are soaked. Somewhere to her right, a young grey apprentice cries. She wants to do so herself, but she won't. She'll resist. If she doesn't, who else will?

Blood drips from her nose and onto her paws, staining her fur a darker shade of red. It seems to drip from everywhere. The whole clearing stained in a sea of blood. Corpses lie on the ground. Corpses of cats she knew and loved. The remnants of ThunderClan. Dying.

There's nothing she can do. They've taken everything. Her whole life, shattered to pieces right in front of her eyes, as if it never existed. What happens next? Is she going to die? What else is there to live for?

No.

Miraculously, Foxflame managed to summon up the strength to lash out, raking her claws down his cheek. It was enough to make him fall backwards. She scrambled onto her paws and dashed away, not daring to look back.

'Foxflame! Get back here!' Shellstorm yowled.

I'll kill him, she thought, as she reached the tree line. One day, I'll kill him.

Her mind was a blur running through the fringe of the clearing. From previous experience, she knew that the undergrowth would soon give away to a large, open patch of grass, where all the frivolous chatter of the Gathering would take place. She felt overwhelmed. Nothing quite made sense. Her fur was a mess, and her musty amber eyes darted around wildly. She was caught in a whirlwind, which blew her this way and that at will.

Quickly, she looked over her shoulder to check whether Shellstorm was giving chase. Nothing followed her. The sight was vaguely reassuring. Foxflame ground her paws down, causing her to skid to a hurried halt. The small patches of shrubs and trees were peeling away. The clearing was mere taillengths in front.

The she-cat swallowed nervously. The memories she had of Gatherings weren't fantastic. Her enthusiasm was dampened even further by the fact there would be a distinct lack of ThunderClan cats there.

Pull yourself together Foxflame, she told herself. Your acting like a kit. Besides, anything in the Gathering is better than Shellstorm. She took the last few steps out of the undergrowth with as much dignity as she could muster. A blank expression found its way onto her face. Although her stomach was churning, she needed to stay strong. Nothing would get the better of her.

The clearing's sheer size was swelled by the amount of cats. Groups stood around like swarms of wasps. To one side, apprentices taunted each other with dares, and warriors boasted of their latest hunting exploits. To another, elders reminisced of their youthful and exuberant moons. A collection of scents filled the air, ShadowClan, WindClan and RiverClan alike, despite the fact the latter were avoiding each other somewhat. Was there a hint of ThunderClan too?

Foxflame, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself, darted to the left and took a seat on the outskirts of the crowd. Even though she'd been invited, it was fairly clear that she wasn't welcome. Cats sneered at her comtemptuously as she padded past. They received a curl of the lip back.

After settling down on her haunches, she took a better look around the clearing. Right in the centre, the huge oak tree where the leaders spoke from loomed above all the rest. Streamstar, Gorsestar and Ravenstar were sat on one of the lower branches, ready to address the other Clans. They appeared to be waiting for something; Ravenstar looked far from pleased.

Now that she'd stopped moving, the feeling of being sick reinstated itself. Her muzzle was burning from where he'd touched her, and the humiliation that came with it was even stronger. He saved my life, Foxflame thought, ears hot. He saved my life, and then he did that.

There were so many things wrong with what Shellstorm did. He had a mate. He was supposed to be in love with her. How could he expect me to thank him for anything after what he did to my Clan?

My Clan.

StarClan, she missed them so much.

And they were here.

The slave had completely forgotten about that. Her surviving Clanmates were supposed to be attending! She sat up a little, and immediately began searching through the throng for any sign of a familiar face. Smoketalon perhaps? Eaglefang?

'Your attention please! The Gathering shall commence.'

A confident voice rang out. It belonged to Ravenstar, whose ice cold eyes were as unemotional as ever. The chatter lowered down to excited whispers. Foxflame's tail twitched, frustrated she hadn't been able to find anyone.

'I'll apologise on behalf of RiverClan for the absence of their deputy,' he commented dryly. 'It seems having control of her cats isn't one of Streamstar's priorities.'

The ShadowClan cats chuckles at their leader's joke. WindClan joined in, albeit much more spitingly. Shellstorm had joined the other deputies underneath the tree while Foxflame had been distracted. She didn't look at him. She didn't even want to think about him.

Streamstar remained calm. 'Thank you,' she said graciously. 'But I couldn't help noticing the lack of any WindClan slaves here. Is there a reason for that, Gorsestar?'

The brown tabby bristled. 'Who I chose to accompany here is none of your business,' he retorted.

The tension that crackled in the air was unmistakable. The Gathering had barely started yet, and already the two leaders were taking swipes at each other. Foxflame knew the minor confrontation would be nothing compared to what was to come. Her conscience prickled.

Ravenstar observed the whole thing with undisguised curiosity. From a distance his eyes seemed to gleam.

'If you two have finished,' he drawled, 'I'll begin my report.'

If you were foolish enough to believe him, ShadowClan were florishing in the heart of Leafbare and prey was plentiful beyond belief. Their unflattering frames begged to differ. There was a mention of a new apprentice, Tanglepaw, which earned the traditional cheer. He concluded it with a warning that they were prepared to defend their borders no matter what. Foxflame fully believed him on that one.

Streamstar opened her mouth to speak, but Gorsestar interrupted her. 'I will speak next,' he said roughly.

Her eyes contracted. Instead of protesting, however, she stepped back, giving him permission to do so. It was almost like a sign of acceptance.

'Cats of the Clans!' Gorsestar yowled. 'RiverClan have been stealing our prey!'

Soz, it's yet another cliffie. Don't worry though, the next update will pick up right from where this one left off. Please tell me what you thought of the chapter in a review! Question: what are your guys opinions on Shellstorm?

Hope you enjoyed!