Hi guys! Long time no see XD I've very busy lately with therapy and followup procedures, I've also have been really depressed becauseI'm not alowed To be in marching due to my knee:( but I'll be updating more now!

"A warning." The words echoed in Whitepaw's silent word. Even though his life was a void derived from sound his mind never was quite. That could never be more true than it was now.

'A warning, does that mean I'm a curse? Will I put my clan in danger?" Panic blossomed in his chest as his paws skimmed over the muddy ground.

A moon had pass since the last gathering, so far Marshclan had not kept to their word to launch an attack. But since then Vallyclan had changed and grown. Leafclaw and Darkfoot had received their warrior names as well has their first apprentices Wolfpaw and Rainpaw. Whitepaw had felt betrayed by Thrushstar when he had not been made a warrior with his old den mates, but since then a few theories formed in his head. Frostsky had moved to the elder's den this moon making him feel like he had no remaining family. Could Thrushstar be just trying to make him feel like a brother to Rainpaw and Wolfpaw? Or could he still not trust him to be warrior?

Whitepaw flicked his ears as rain poured down, his paws falling rhythm with the others in the patrol. Suddenly he felt a ruff nudge to his side, turning Whitepaw saw his mentor giving him a worriedly look.

"Are you alright?" Brightstream ask glancing at him without breaking step with the rhythm of the patrol's running.

"I'm fine." The white apprentice said tensely.

Brightstream looked doubtful. "Are you sure? You've been acting really off since you weren't made a warrior."

"I SAID I'M FINE!" Whitepaw roared angrily. Instantly hurt flashed in her eyes, he felt a brief moment of guilt but plowed forward to behind Petalbreeze and Stripefur. Petalbreeze gave him a concerned look but didn't press him.

"Whitepaw go with Stripefur and remark the Marshclan border along Little Crick." Petelbreeze instructed. Whitepaw shrugged and bolted down the muddy slope with brown warrior at his side.

When the duo reached the shallow water an unsettling feeling hit the apprentice. Whitepaw turned to Stripefur and saw unease gleaming in his eyes.

"I don't like it." The warrior said looking around the bleak landscape. "Everything seems so... Still." As soon as Stripefur uttered those words five cats exploded out from the near by bushes.

The harsh tang of Marshclan hit Whitepaw as he whirled around to face the enemy cats. They two toms were horribly out numbered.

'I hope Brightstream and Petalbreeze get here before they make crow food out of us.' Whitepaw thought grimly as a brown tabby tom leaped at him.

The tom snarled then lashed out a paw. Whitepaw quickly side stepped the blow and leaped on the warrior's back. Hissing he began clawing at him. The tom howled in pain, trying to shake Whitepaw off. But the apprentice clung stubbornly on, holding strong onto the enemy cat he sunk his teeth into his ear. The tom shrieked with pain and bolted back to his clan. As Whitepaw tumbled off the retreating warrior he looked around.

Stripefur was dueling ablack she cat, but the other three Marshclan warriors were no were to be found. Deciding Stripefur had everything handled down here Whitepaw dashed up the hill in search of the others.

As the white apprentice ran up the hill the harsh tang of spilled blood reach him. Whitepaw skidded to a halt, mud spraying in all directions as he took in the battle scene. The ground was slick with both of the blood of Marshclan and Vallyclan. Petalbreeze collapsed in a exhausted heap. Frantically he looked around for Brightstream, horror filled him when he did. A muscular dark tabby which he recognized as Toadflight, loomed over his mentor raising his claws in a death blow.

"BRIGHTSTREAM!" Whitepaw yelled as he hurdled himself at the tabby.

Brightstream POV

She felt the jagged claws of the warrior press against her neck. Both she and Toadflight we're evenly matched but the tom was cunning and caught her of guard.

"This isn't over Toadflight!" Brightstream snarled.

The tabby tom eyes gleamed as he raised his claws. "Oh? I think it is."

"BRIGHTSTREAM!" Brightstream heard a screech then she felt Toadflight be wrenched off of her. Scrambling to her paws she saw a flash of white lunge and clawing at the warrior.

"Don't touch her!" Whitepaw growled his eyes glowing with a kind of cold confidence the Brightstream had never seen before. Toadflight yelped pathetically but the deaf apprentice never heard. Brightstream blinked, was this really her apprentice? It was as if someone had taken control of him. Gone was the cheerful tom she knew now he had somehow transformed into ancient warrior- old and deadly powerful.

"Leave now." Whitepaw growled icily raising his claws. "Before I'm tempted to do worse." Toadflight growled one last time but dashed away.

As the tom ran away, Whitepaw blinked as if he was as surprised by the transformation. He turned around suddenly then rushed to her.

"Brightstream! Are ok?" He meowed worriedly looking at the gash in his mentor's it's neck.

"I'm fine." She said weakly looking up at her apprentice smiling slightly. He wasn't the mouse brain kit anymore, he was a warrior in his own right. Brightstream laid her head down on the soggy grass.

'He's grown up and so have I." Brightstream thought groggily as the blackness begins to grow.

Haha cliffhanger! :P back to my old stunts XD also look out for book two soon!