Hey :) Yea this did not get finished soon Dx

"Ha! Serves you right, WindClan scum!" A well aimed blow to flank knocked the skinny WindClan apprentice Rainpaw was fighting over the edge of the training pool and into the shallow water below.

She watched in amusement as he dropped into the cold water with a satisfactory splash and struggled to stand up and face her. The brown tabby tom was a pitiful sight; fur soaked through and droplets dripping from his whiskers. Rainpaw allowed herself a slight chuckle, which only annoyed him even more.

She sat back and watched with a smug smirk as the tom half swam, half waddled to the shallow part of the inlet, his vivid amber eyes flashing with anger. Seeing his hackles raised and claws unsheathed the molly had a sudden reality check. Rainpaw this isn't a friendly tussle; you're fighting this cat! Quickly she leaped to her paws and crouched down in an attack stance, bushing out her fur menacingly.

But her opponent only shook his pelt in a vain attempt to dry himself, his mouth twisted in a look of complete disgust. He shot her a darting, embarrassed glance before dashing off into the crowd, his soaked tail dragging on the ground behind him like a snake.

Grunting with satisfaction, Rainpaw glanced quickly around her immediate area to make sure no WindClan cats were coming up behind or to the sides of her. Luckily, she was being ignored for the moment, and Rainpaw whipped around, hopping down into the training pool. Sheltering under a low dirt bluff, she lapped up a few mouthfuls of chilled water and gave her wounds a few delicate licks.

Taking small, frequent breaks like this was the main reason why Rainpaw was still fighting and not lying passed out somewhere; it helped her to slowly build up a bit of energy before leaping back into the fray. It seemed to be working; her lungs and chest were still loose and her breath came easily.

For some frightening reason her adrenaline rush strategies had stopped working; she guessed that eventually even adrenaline must lose it's punch. Swiftstar was right to worry about me relying on that. And to think I tried to convince him about how 'reliable' it was!

In these few calm moments she had come to realize just how sore her wounds actually were, and her torn ear stung fiercely. Thank StarClan she had not encountered any extremely serious wounds yet, just a few gashes and bites. She had seen a few other RiverClan cats who has not been so lucky.

I wonder how Gingerpaw and Bramblepaw are doing...and Falconwing! I haven't seen any of them after the battle began. And how long ago was that? I think it was a few hours after sunhigh...

Sly as a fox, Rainpaw crouched down and slowly crept out from underneath her little bunker. Taking a peek up at the sky, she gasped in horror to see the sun slowly sinking below the horizon. "The battle has been going on for most of the day!"

Her shocking discovery was quickly pushed away into insignificance by the terrified screech of a kit. The one voice was briskly joined by another, both squealing and mewling like a disturbing symphony. A third voice reached her ears, this one more masculine that the others, and it hissed "Get away from my sisters you fox heart!"

Rainpaw's blue eyes opened wide with fear as she recognized the young tom's voice. Cloverpaw! Someone must be attacking him and his littermates! Growling with intense fury, Rainpaw dashed into the deeper water and began to paddle frantically over to the little patch of shoreline. If any cat lays a single claw on those kits I'll flay them into whisker thin strips!

Flying out of the water like a whirlwind, she swiveled her head around wildly to find the cat who was threatening those poor kittens. There! The gray tabby! A lithe, wiry tom had the three siblings cornered between a bush and the camp wall. The two she-cats, Brightpaw and Birdpaw, were trying their best to melt into the ground, their eyes brimming with terror. Cloverpaw was standing protectively in front of his sisters, a determined grimace on his small maw.

Rainpaw drew her breath to yowl at the tom, to drag his attention to her and away from his victims, but the moment before she could the tom spoke in a strikingly familer voice. "I respect your courage little warrior, I myself once protected my sibling like that." At this misleading flattery Cloverpaw seemed to let his guard down, but that was Fernclaw's plan; and Cloverpaw's fatal mistake. "But I can't do that anymore...because Lilypaw is dead!"

Before the little tom could move or breathe or do anything to defend himself, the young warrior dashed forward and sunk his bloodstained fangs into the brave little tom's neck.

"No! No no no no..." Rainpaw dashed forward and struck a hard blow to the gray cat's head. "Fernclaw stop! Let him go!" Her desperate, tearful plea went unnoticed, and he only seemed to bite deeper into Cloverpaw's throat. The heroic little tom was already gone, his minty green eyes glazed with the unmistakable film of death.

Yowling in heartbreaking fury, Rainpaw sunk her teeth deep into into Fernclaw's shoulder until she felt her teeth scrape bone. The disgusting tang of blood filled her mouth but she forced herself not to gag. I will avenge you! The tom yowled in agony, his jaws parting enough for Cloverpaw's limp body to flop down onto the sandy ground. Rainpaw wasted no time to check on the she-kits; she pushed the pained tom down into the dust and slashed at his face and neck. " How could you! You killed an innocent kit!"

Blood seeped from gashes on his face and ears and gushed from the bite on his shoulder but Fernclaw still managed to struggle to his paws and parry her attack. His usually suave voice was rough with emotion as he yowled "My sister was innocent too, and yet she was killed by your despicable clan!" He had landed a hard blow on Rainpaw's shoulder that burned like a snakebite but she was too angry, too sad, to back down.

"RiverClan did not kill Lilypaw! How many times do we have to tell you? Get it through your thick heads!" She retaliated by clawing under the tom's chin, bending his head back in a painful position; the move was typically used in the water but it worked on land just as well. While his attention was diverted she lunged forward and sunk her teeth into the scruff of his neck.

Not phased by the maneuver, Fernclaw leaped forward, wrapping his front paws around Rainpaw's torso and dragged her down onto her back. Rainpaw hit the ground hard, knocking a bit of breath out of her. Hissing defiance, she struggled to fight back but now the gray tabby had the upper hand. He clawed at her exposed belly, and she gasped to keep from yowling.

"You have no idea how it feels to bury your only sibling! Or do you Rainpaw?" Fernclaw's voice has a certain edge to it that Rainpaw could only describe as psychotic, and it struck fear deep into her heart. A cat in this state is unpredictable! He could slash my belly at any moment. Against her will panic clouded her mind and she wiggled and nipped at his paws but it was no use. She was at his mercy.

"Answer the question!" Teeth bared, Fernclaw stared down at her with his brilliant green eyes; she had complimented him for them once at a Gathering but now the crazed look they held scared her half to death.

Gulping nervously, she stuttered "N..no Fernclaw, I..I have no siblings." The gray tom opened his mouth to speak but he never got the words out. Rainpaw summoned all of her strengths and bucked as hard as she could and managed to thrust him backwards. She raised up her hind legs and kicked him in the chest, pushing him farther still, and then leaped to her paws, gasping from the effort that move had took.

Not hesitating, Rainpaw dashed in and got a few blows in on his flank while he was still reeling from her powerful escape, then jumped back. Her eyes like two blue flames, she rasped "But I do know what it feels like to watch a kit die." Taking a deep breath, she yowled as loud as she could, hoping some cat around her would hear. "Murderer!"

"Oh, you want to compete missy? I doubt you will win." Fernclaw crouched down, preparing to spring. Rainpaw went on the defensive, left to figure out where he was aiming to leap. Suddenly, he gathered his haunches and sprang right over Rainpaw's head. My favorite move!

She turned, prepared to greet him with a hard blow to the face but her claws swiped empty air. Fernclaw had already dodged away and Rainpaw was sorely unprepared when he sprang once again. Landing on her back, Rainpaw couldn't bear his greater weight and she was crushed underneath him.

One of her back legs was stuck in an odd position, and her head was shoved into the dirt by Fernclaw's paw. His claws sunk into her scruff and she felt blood soak her neck fur. Her heart fluttering with fear, she struggled and bucked as hard as she could but it only made the tom hold her down harder, and sink his claws in further.

The desperate struggling and her earlier move had pushed her over the edge; her breaths were coming in gasps and her chest tignthed up once again. It didn't help that her nose was covered with loose soil and Fernclaw's body was pressing the air out of her lungs.

Panic invaded her scenes and she flailed her legs, trying to find a grip to push him off of her but she found no such luck. Dark spots dappled her vision and her heart began to slow. No no no no! I can't die, not like this!

Fernclaws's face, distorted by rage and vengeance, leaned down close to her face until his mouth was right next to her ear. What little breath she had in her lungs was held in by panic as she heard his whispered words; "Where are your clanmates now beautiful? You're going to die alone and scared...just how you deserve."

Just how I deserve? Did he think I killed Lilypaw! NO, I would never! She yearned to kick out her legs and throw him across the camp but all she could manage was a feeble twitch of her paw. His claws began to sink deeper into her neck, and the stinging pain made her wince. Is this really the end?

"Get off of her you scumbag!" Bramblepaw's enraged yowl sounded close by, and to her complete and utter relief Fernclaw's greater weight was removed. She knew that she was free to move now but her body wouldn't cooperate. She could only desperately gasp in mouthfuls of air while listening to the sounds of vicious fighting a few tail lengths away from her.

The touch of a cat's cool nose to her own made her flinch in surprise and she blinked open her eyes to see Gingerpaw staring down at her. In quick, rapid movements her friend nudged her side and hissed "Come on Rainpaw get up! We have to move now!" The urgency in the younger she-cat's normally playful voice roused Rainpaw's strength, and she managed to stumble to her paws.

Gingerpaw leaned against her body and wrapped her tail over her back to steady her, and slowly the two made their way under a low-hanging bush. Dropping back down to the ground, Rainpaw's chest heaved and gagged from the taste of soil in her mouth. While she tried her best to spat it out, Gingerpaw examined her numerous wounds.

"Jeez, what was Fernclaw's problem? He gave you some pretty nasty scratches." Rainpaw turned to meet her friend's gaze and mewed quietly "He thinks I killed Lilypaw." Gingerpaw's eyes widened in horror as she mewed "What...why? You would never do that!" She shrugged and murmured "He's mad with grief... anyone's a suspect to him."

Shaking her head, Gingerpaw glanced down at a long gash down her side and mewed "Lets get you over to the medicine den, you should get these checked out." Tensing her sore muscles, Rainpaw hissed "No, I need to get back out there! I need to avenge..." She choked on his name. Ignoring Gingerpaw's confused response, she crawled out from under the bush and looked around to find Fernclaw.

"No Rainpaw! You can't fight him again, you wouldn't last a minute!" Gingerpaw's warning was drowned out by Rainpaw's screech. "He killed Cloverpaw! I have to avenge his death!" Tears soaking her face fur, she turned to meet her gaze. "He has to pay." Gingerpaw mewled in fear but Rainpaw dashed away back towards where she had last seen the gray tabby tom.

She stopped in her tracks when she found him. He was still fighting Bramblepaw, who was looking quite beat up by now. A long gasp ran along his jaw and one of his ears were nicked. She prepared to jump in beside her friend but before she could a loud, commanding yowl rang out around the clearing.

"Stop!"

I am so, so sorry for taking this long! I have been having big issues with procrastination and writers block but I promise I will try my very best to do better. I am going to try to update this story every Sunday for now on :)

I opened up an OCs needed form so I can fill up the character list for the other clans. If you want to contribute you can find it in my story list!

Also, I am beginning to plan out a second story that I will write alongside this one. For now it's working title is Legend Of The Starseeker, and it's going to have quite a bit more prophecy and mystic stuff than ole We Will Soar here xD It should be coming out within the next few months.

QOTD: What do you think about Cloverpaw's murder?

'Till next time!

~Rain