I'm glad everyone liked Brownpatch! I know that I've sort of gone off the deep-end by making her crazy, and I apologize for that. In this chapter, you'll learn a bit more about her. Now, on to another Blazepaw chapter!

~Chapter 25~

His muscles were screaming with exhaustion. Tired and hungry from the dreams' battle training, Blazepaw stood up and scanned the apprentices' den. Amberpaw was twitching in her sleep, while Goldenpaw was gone. He remembered that she had the dawn patrol. She would be up by now, getting ready to leave.

With a wide yawn, Blazepaw stretched, winced from his pad, and limped out of the den. Cats were only just beginning to emerge from their dens. Foxwhisker and Icestorm poked their heads out of the nursery, while Brightheart emerged from the elders' den. Her one good eye gleamed at the sight of the fresh-kill pile, which was still well-stocked from the previous nights' hunting patrols.

Already Hawkfrost's nightmares were beginning to break apart. The only thing Blazepaw could remember was the fact that Hawkfrost would visit him once more tonight. He shuddered at the possibility of running into Brownpatch in a patrol. She seemed to hate every ThunderClan cat. And Blazepaw had no clue why. All he did know, was that he would need to learn soon. Otherwise she could harm a warrior without meaning to.

"Hey Blazepaw, you're up early." He turned to see that Foxwhisker had padded over to him, and was now staring at him dubiously. Blazepaw nodded and murmured that he couldn't sleep. Foxwhisker looked sympathetic, but then his eyes gleamed brighter then usual. "Why don't we begin our training?" he suggested. "Cinderstar's asked me if you're ready for your first assessment, and I said I'd have to find out how your training is going."

Blazepaw's own eyes glowed with happiness as he thought of what his mentor was saying. He jumped to his paws and bounded after Foxwhisker as the reddish tabby led him towards the training hollow. The sun's rays beat down hard on them as Foxwhisker sat down. With a flick of his white-tipped tail, Foxwhisker meowed, "Now, show me what you can do."

The two cats began to work on each other. Blazepaw remembered Hawkfrost's training, and began to use the moves that he had taught him. Foxwhisker's eyes gleamed impressively as he lowered his head and nearly bowled into Blazepaw. But Blazepaw was fast, despite the cut in his pad. He rushed out of the way just when Foxwhisker was about to ram into him, with his claws sheathed. Foxwhisker hissed in surprise when Blazepaw tripped him with his leg, a move Hawkfrost taught him. He twisted in the air when Foxwhisker tried to run straight at him. The older warrior gasped when he nearly ran head-first into a tree.

The strong feelings of power were beginning to take over Blazepaw's body. He no longer felt like a weakling like his sisters told him. In fact, he felt even stronger then Hawkfrost and Foxwhisker combined. He growled at the feelings that filled his head. Somehow, they made him unnerved. What if the feeling of power took over during battle? What if he accidentally killed a cat? He didn't think he could live with himself if that ever happened.

But as they continued to joust, Blazepaw soon learned to take control of his extra strength. He used it to knock over Foxwhisker any time the older warrior tried to lunge forward, or to put a firm hold on Foxwhisker's neck. The reddish tabby twisted and struggled as Blazepaw leaned forward. He gasped when Foxwhisker began to cough and sputter, and he let go.

Foxwhisker steadily rose to his paws, but he was shivering all over. His pelt was coated with dust and sweat, and he looked strangely at Blazepaw. A shiver ran through Blazepaw as he realized he could have hurt his mentor. But as Foxwhisker looked at Blazepaw, he grinned widely.

"That was great!" he purred suddenly. "You'll have to teach me those moves sometime, I've never seen another warrior use them."

I can't! Blazepaw wailed silently. His head hung low as he followed his mentor back into the hollow. The sun had already risen into the sky. By the time they were back, the dawn patrol returned as well. Goldenpaw's eyes were gleaming with triumph as she described what had happened between them and WindClan. By now, his limbs were begging him to rest up in his nest, but something kept Blazepaw from returning. he was afraid Hawkfrost might return.

Goldenpaw looked at Blazepaw and padded over to his side. Her green eyes gleamed with sympathy and she flicked her tail over his ear. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.

"No I don't!" Blazepaw snapped. He didn't want her treating him like her kit. He already had Peppermint for that. He ignored her small gasp of surprise and limped towards the fresh-kill pile. It ha shrunken down just a little bit, but he grabbed a vole just the same. Not only were his limbs throbbing with pain, but his belly was yowling with hunger.

He suddenly began to wonder how long he could go on like this. Goldenpaw and Amberpaw had no clue what was happening in his dreams, or the fact that there was a psycho cat who wanted to kill every warrior and cat in ThunderClan. I need to learn more about Brownpatch, he decided. If that's going to happen, I'll have to meet with a WindClan warrior. Suddenly his ears pricked, and he finally realized who he would meet with. I'll meet with an apprentice!

Erm, did I say you'd learn more about Brownpatch in this chapter? XD I suppose I lied. Well, in the chapter after the next one you'll find out more information about her. Hopefully. Anyways, I'm gonna go outside and check out the snow that's been falling for the last four hours!