TIME TO ANSWER SOME REVIEWS! 🐱

Rainstorm of ShadowClan: Thank!

Inevitable: HAHAHA true. Sorry I can't find the drawing, by the way :(

Guest: (Featherpaw X Swiftpaw) That's a pairing I've never seen before! Intresting, though. I'd say three kits. One white with silver patches, one plain white, and one white with silver toes/paws. This is mostly because Swiftpaw is dominant white and Featherpaw, as a silver tabby, also carries white on him. I'm getting most of these genetics from an online guide, so please pardon if I'm incorrect.

The Willow of Ancient Souls: Ah thank you! I'm not exactly comfortable sharing, though.

Swiftpaw crumpled into her nest, guilt weighing down on her. It was only a few minutes past dusk, but she drifted into sleep.

She cracked open her sky-blue eyes and found herself in a clearing bordered by oak trees. A blue she-cat was staring her down from across the hollow. "Swiftpaw. One of my trainee's littermates... I've been wanting to meet you for a very long time. It seems that now I have a reason to. Insult my kits, didn't you?" She snarled.

Swiftpaw shrank back, adopting a defensive stance. The she-cat growled and lunged at the apprentice.

Swiftpaw shrieked and kicked up at the she-cat who was pinning her down, striking up with her front paws blindly. The blue cat leapt up, hissing. Swiftpaw arched her back.

"Blueflame! Stop. Now." The order was barked from the other side of the clearing. The she-cats looked up to see four cats: Duskpaw, Riverpaw, Featherpaw, and Smokepaw. Duskpaw was standing at the head of the group, tail raised in the air and standing straight, reinforcing her air of leadership.

Blueflame snorted and rolled her eyes. She casually lifted a paw and Swiftpaw was lifted into the air. She shrieked and thrashed around. "Put her down!" Riverpaw yowled from across the clearing. Blueflame smirked and released her- and the she-cat was now falling the tree-lengths to the ground. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact, but it never came.

She looked up to see Smokepaw, one paw raised, suspending her a mouse-length over the ground. She stared in shock as he set her gently on the ground.

There were a few differences in these cats- for one, thier eyes were blazing, literally. Thier eyes glowed like flames and a smokelike substance was drifting out from around them. They all had jay's feathers tucked behind thier ears and there was fire matching thier eye color at thier paws. Smokepaw's leg was healed and his ears were no longer shredded.

Swiftpaw was staring and she knew it. She didn't care. She tried to form a word in her mind to describe the cats in front of her. Powerful. Graceful. Majestic? Imposing. Impressive. She settled for mystical.

The four cats growled and spat at Blueflame. She shot them a malicious grin and dissapeared.

Smokepaw was in the oak clearing, laughing and talking with his friends. Icefang and Jayfall were visiting. They had brought Oaktail, but Smokepaw didn't know where he was. Duskpaw and Riverpaw had vanished as well. "I'll be right back." Smokepaw said, slinking away in hopes of finding the three.

After a few minutes of wandering, he heard something. He pricked his shredded ears, listening. Yelling. His face twisted into an expression of confusion. "She's been off her training for four days and it's entirely your fault!" He heard the gruff voice. He broke into a sprint as the scent of fear hit him. The fear of Duskpaw and Riverpaw.

He was running without realising it, muscles he didn't even know he had working beneath his pelt. His mangled leg was doing little to slow him down. The fear-scent was growing thicker and the yelling clearer. "How did a couple of weak little apprentices like you reduce my most hardworking apprentice into a kit?! Oh, don't like that word, do you? Weak! Weak! Weak!" Smokepaw felt fury rising inside of him.

Smokepaw slowed, crouching into a bush and gazing at the scene. His two friends were crouching, paralyzing guilt and fear evident in thier eyes. Oaktail was looming over them, short tail up in the air.

Smokepaw shook with rage, stepping out of the bushes. He slunk over to the warrior, who had yet to notice him, and cuffed him roughly over the side of his head. "Shut it!" He barked, glaring at the older tom. He sunk his claws into the ground.

He raised and unsheathed paw and pressed it down on Oaktail until he was crouching himself. Smokepaw rested his paw on top of the warrior's head. "Now," He said cooly, adopting a collected tone to his voice, "Apologise to my friends or I will make you regret it."

Oaktail growled out a reluctant apology, stalking out of the clearing.

The two she-cats had never seen thier friend so furious.

While they crouched, too terrified by the massive, imposing warrior to move, Smokepaw had padded in, fur fluffed out and ears pressed so hard against his head it appeared he had none. His eyes were wide and pupils dialated, his lips curled back so that his sharp white teeth glinted in the sunlight as he worked his long claws into the soil. His jaws had been parted ever-so-slightly and a snarl rumbled in his throat.

Thier friend had smacked the older tom to the ground and pressed his unsheathed paw to Oaktail's head so hard that tiny beads of scarlet appeared where his claws met fur. He had forced him to apologise, which Oaktail had (reluctantly) done.

They padded to temporary camp in silence, the two she-cat's ears back and tails dragging while Smokepaw tore clumps of grass from the ground where ever he padded. Just before they reached camp, they turned.

"Smokepaw?"

His ears perked up, and hearing his friend's voice, his forest green gaze shifted from the ground to his friends.

"Thank you, so much."