Warrior Cats: Fire And Ice

Summary

Fireheart is a full warrior of ThunderClan now and training his first apprentice, Cinderpaw. But instead of becoming easier, his life grows more complicated than ever as he deals with betrayal and a horrific accident. How will Fireheart deal with it all on his own? Or is he really alone?

A New Mission

'It's still hard to believe that Graystripe and I are warriors at last. So much has happened since yesterday, Brokenstar being drivin from ShadowClan's territory.'

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Flashback

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"You can run me out of ShadowClan, but I will return, stronger then ever." Brokenstar hissed, staring at the other gathered cats.

"We'll be here waiting with our claws unsheathed." Nightpelt said, staring at Brokenstar with narrowed eyes.

"We won't go as easy on you next time. Now leave!" Firepaw said, glaring at Brokenstar.

"This isn't over, Kitypet." Brokenstar sneered, as he turned away and left ShadowClan's Territory.

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'Spottedleaf's death.' Fireheart thought with a sad frown as he remembered the pretty dark tortoiseshell.

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Flashback

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"She's dead?" Tigerclaw exclaimed, walking over to where Firepaw stood next to the dead medicine cat.

"No! No! Why Spoddedleaf? Of all cats, why her?" Firepaw meowed sadly, as he shook his head back and forth.

"What happened?" A small brown molly meowed, coming up to stand near the crowd of cats.

"Who-who would do such a thing? She wasn't even a warrior, she couldn't defend herself." Firepaw said, staring sadly down at Spoddedleaf.

"She was killed by a warrior's blow." Bluestar meowed, staring sadly down at the dead body of her friend.

"Spottedleaf." Firepaw meowed, taking one last look at the dark tortoiseshell molly before running back into the apprentice's den.

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'Graystripe and I taking Ravenpaw to live with the barn cat Barley to escape his mentor, because he knew that Tigerclaw had murdered Redtail. In hopes that he would succeed him as ThunderClan's Deputy.'

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Flashback

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"We can't take you any farther Ravenpaw, we have to get back and find Yellowfang before the storm passes. Will you be able to find Barley alone?" Firepaw asked, looking worriedly at the small black tom.

"Yes, I remember the way." Ravenpaw meowed, nodding to both Firepaw and Graypaw.

"Watch out for the dogs." Graypaw says, and Ravenpaw smiles slightly, and nods his head again.

"How can you be sure Barley will welcome me?" Ravenpaw meowed worriedly, as he looked down at his paws.

"Just tell him you caught an adder once." Graypaw jokes, and Ravenpaw laughed slightly.

"Now go, and don't worry. We'll make sure that everyone knows that you didn't betray ThunderClan." Firepaw confidently replies, smiling brightly at Ravenpaw, who gave a small smile.

"What if Tigerclaw comes looking for me?" Ravenpaw meows, with fear lacing his tone.

"He won't, I shall tell him your dead." Firepaw says with a reassuring smile on his face.

"No cat could ask for better friends then you two. Thank you." Ravenpaw says, smiling brightly at Firepaw and Graypaw.

"I'm sure our paths will cross again in the future." Firepaw meows, and Ravenpaw touches noses with Firepaw and Graypaw.

"I'll see you guys, good luck with finding Yellowfang." Ravenpaw says, and with those last words, Ravenpaw turned away and headed to find Barley.

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"Good morning Tigerclaw." Bluestar meowed to the large brown tom, who simply nodded.

'I must warn Bluestar about Tigerclaw, she trusts him way to much. She needs to know the truth about her deputy, first chance I get, I'll tell her.' Fireheart thought, as he watched the blue furred molly talk with Tigerclaw.

"Glad to see dawn you two?" Whitestorm asks, and the two cats simply looked to one another.

"It's alright, you may speak now, your vigil is over." Whitestorm meows, giving Fireheart and Graystripe a warm smile.

"Thank you Whitestorm." Fireheart meowed, with a kind smile and a nod to the older warrior.

"Burr. I thought the sun would never come up." Graystripe says, shaking out his pelt as he stared at Whitestorm, Sandpaw and Dustpaw.

"Oh my, the GREAT warrior speaks." Sandpaw meowed, with sarcasm lacing her tone. Fireheart just sighed and shook his head at Sandpaw.

"I'm surprised you two even feel the cold." Dustpaw says, scowling at Fireheart as Whitestorm spoke up once more.

"Don't listen to them, go and find something to eat, then rest. C'mon you two, it's time for your training." Whitestorm meowed, turning his attention back to Sandpaw and Dustpaw.

"I hope he has them chasing blue squirrels all day." Graystripe remarks, with an amused smile on his face.

"But there aren't any blue squirrels." Fireheart remarked, with a small laugh and a twitch of his tail.

"Precisely." Graystripe replied, with another laugh and Fireheart gave a small sigh.

"You can't blame them for being bitter, they did begin their training before us. If they'd fought in the battle yesterday, they'd Probably have been made Warriors to." Fireheart explained to Graystripe, who nodded.

"Yeah, your probably right. Hay look, one mouse each and a finch to share. I suppose we'll take it to eat on the warriors side of camp now." Graystripe said, and Fireheart nodded in agreement.

"I guess so." Fireheart says, and the two new ThunderClan warriors headed to the warriors den.

"Good morning you two." Runningwind meowed, as he patted out of the warriors den.

"Hay Runningwind, where are you off to?" Fireheart asks the light gray tom, who laughs quietly and replies after a moment of silence.

"Hunting, someone's gotta restock the fresh kill pile." Runningwind replied, with an amused look in Graystripe's direction.

"Sorry, I was hungry." Graystripe says, with a sheepish smile as he looked down at his paws.

"It's fine, you and Fireheart did well in the battle yesterday." Runningwind meowed, with a small laugh and a shake of his head.

"Thanks." Fireheart meowed, with a small smile and a small nod in Runningwind's direction.

"You and Mousefur fought well to." Firehert meowed, with a nod to Runningwind who smiles warmly.

"She's still in the warriors den sleeping it off, I'd better catch something before she wakes. Well I guess I'll see you guys around more, now that your warriors." Runningwind meows as he motions with his tail behind him.

"Yeah, see ya Runningwind." Graystripe says, as the gray tom patted of to go hunting for pray.

"Mmm, that hit the spot." Fireheart meowed, swallowing the mouse before shaking his pelt and turning to Graystripe.

"Now what? I don't know about you, but I think I could sleep for half a moon." Graystripe meows with a yawn, and Fireheart nods in agreement.

"Me too." Fireheart says with a yawn, as the two make their way inside the warriors den to rest.

"Good night Fireheart." Graystripe meows, curling up in his nest and instantly falling asleep.

"Graystripe, should I tell Bluestar about-" Fireheart trails off, noticing that Graystripe had already fallen asleep.

"He's already asleep. UGH! I'll tell Bluestar later." Fireheart decided, he then curls up in his nest, letting his eyes slip shut.

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Flashback

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"What's that cent? It's like the Thunderpath, but sharper." Fireheart says, as he looks wildly around his surroundings.

"Fire! Huh? Why aren't they running away?" Fireheart meows, as he sees the blood-stained body of Spottedleaf appearing from out of the flames.

"Fire will save the Clan." Spottedleaf meowed, and before Fireheart could open his mouth to speak, the scene of his dream suddenly disappeared.

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"Wake up Fireheart! You were mewing in your sleep!" Came the gruff voice of Bluestar's deputy, Tigerclaw.

Fireheart's eyes shot open, as he quickly scrambled to his paws.

"Y-yes? Uhh, s-sorry, Tigerclaw." Fireheart meowed in apology to the older warrior, who just flicked his tail and kept on speaking.

"You and Graystripe will join the evening patrol, hurry up!" Tigerclaw hissed, as he walked out of the den with Fireheart scrambling after Tigerclaw, knowing that the dark brown Tom cat meant business.


"Tigerclaw sure has kept us busy these last few days, I've hardly had a moment to myself since we became warriors." Graystripe meows, and Fireheart nods his head distractedly.

"Uh-huh." Fireheart meowed, looking around for the blue furred molly.

"What are you looking for?" Graystripe asked, with a tilt of his head, as he stared at his friend with confusion.

"Uhh, Bluestar." Fireheart replied, and Graystripe just blinks in confusion.

"Why? You've had one eye on her ever since our vigil, what are you planning to do?" Graystripe meowed, and Fireheart just sighs softly before answering his friend's question.

"I have to tell her where Ravenpaw is, and warn her about Tigerclaw." Fireheart replied, and Greatstripe just stares at him with a surprised look on his face.

"But you promised Ravenpaw that you'd tell the Clan he was dead!" Graystripe exclaims, and Fireheart just sighed quietly in response.

"I only promised to tell Tigerclaw that he was dead, Bluestar should no the whole story. She needs to know what her depuity is capillary of." Fireheart meowed, and Graystripe simply stares at his friend.

"But we only have Ravenpaw's word that Tigerclaw killed Redtail." Graystripe pointed out.

"Don't you believe him?" Fireheart asked, staring at Graystripe.

"Look, if Tigerclaw lied about killing Oakheart in revenge for Redtail's death, that mean's Redtail must've killed Oakheart himself. And I can't believe that Redtail would have deliberately killed another Clan deputy in battle, it goes against the warrior code. We fight to prove our strength and defend our territory, NOT to kill each other." Graystripe replies, answering Fireheart's question.

"I'm not trying to make accusations against Redtail, it's Tigerclaw who is the problem." Fireheart replies with a flick of his tail.

"What you are saying has implications for Redtail's honor, and none of the other cats have a problam with Tigerclaw. It was only Ravenpaw who was scared of him." Graystripe continued, as he tried to calm his anxious friend.

"So you think Ravenpaw made that story up cause he didn't get along with his mentor?" Fireheart asked, and Graystripe shook his head.

"No, I just think we should be more careful." Graystripe whispers, lowering his voice so no other cats could overhear their conversation.

"If you don't want to get involved that's fine, but I have to do this. Bluestar has to know what happened." He was about to say more, but Bluestar's yowl cut him off.

"All cats old enough to catch their own pray gather here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting." Bluestar yowled, and everyone gathered at the base of the Highrock.

"Ugh. Will I ever get a chance to speak with Bluestar alone?" Fireheart meowed, with an annoyed sigh.

"A naming ceremony? It must be Longtail getting his first apprentice, he's been dropping hints for days." Graystripe said, as the two cats made their way over to watch the meeting.

'Swiftkit is to young and timid, Longtail won't be impressed. He's going to resent him, just like he hated me when I joined the Clan.' Fireheart thought, as he watched the meeting begin.

"From this day forward, until he has received his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Swiftpaw. Longtail, you were Darckstripe's apprentice, he taught you well and you have become a fierce and loyal warrior. I hope you will pass all of these qualities onto young Swiftpaw." Bluestar yowls, and all of the cats begin cheating for the new apprentice.

"Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw!" Cheers rang out from the crowd as Swiftpaw nervously approached Longtail.

"U-ugh, I guess I'm your apprentice? I'm not sure I'm ready." Swiftpaw news nervously, as he looked up at Longtail.

"I'm excited to train you, it's okay. I know you'll do fine." Longtail readers the young apprentice, as he touched nosed with Swiftpaw.

"Oh sure, he shows kindness now. Just because Swiftpaw's Clan born, Long tail sure didn't welcome me like that." Fireheart mutters to himself, as he watched the others cats leave.

"What's up with you Fireheart? You know that'll be us one day getting apprentices." Graystripe said, as he stared at Fireheart.

"I suppose so." Fireheart replied, with a small frown on his face.