Disclaimer ( Another one): Scourge and Bone are not my own creations, nor is Bloodclan, Thunderclan, both tribes, Windclan or Shadowclan or Riverclan. But the other Bloodie cats are.

"This is getting really boring," complained Thunderpaw, yawning. "That's because you are learning so quickly," Mist told her, "But we must wait for the others to catch up before we start on the really advanced stuff," Thunderpaw yawned again, not really caring what her mentor said.

Each of the Medicine cat apprentices had learned much, but much more about themselves. Their personality was showing strongly. Thunderpaw was rude but a quick learner, Riverpaw was strong and brave yet did not like fighting, Shadowpaw was silent, cracking into a joyful smile only in the case of her friends, and Windpaw, was, well, Windpaw. Excited, ambitious and happy go lucky then crash into a tree type of cat.

In a small copse of trees near the Tribe.

Four cats stood waiting. But these cats weren't normal. They were huge. Large, thick and most likely strong. They waited for their leader. The first was a black and white tom with a more powerful build then the others. He flicked his tail impatiently as he waited, amber eyes flashing with excitement for the terror and blood to come. Bone could almost smell it. The second had a small body but with bulging muscles. It was a thickset tabby tom, blue eyes seeming endless. Fang kicked the ground with his paws. The third was all brawn and no brain, just loyalty. Burnedclaw had used to be a Shadowclan cat who had joined Bone and the others. He was a dark, rusty red that settled in well with the dawn. The fourth cat was a she-cat. Dark grey with smoky grey eyes. Smoke was a not the most loyal of cats, but her lithe and strong and well-shaped body was an invaluable asset to fights. Finally, he showed up. Their leader. Scourge of Bloodclan.

"We attack the tribe and steal those apprentices"

The apprentices in question?

"I, Cloudfeather, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them as warriors in their turn. Shadowpaw, Riverpaw, Thunderpaw and Windpaw do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even until death?"

"I do," Answered Shadowpaw, her voice clear, the black she-cat's head held high.

"I do," Riverpaw and Thunderpaw mewed together, their silver and gold pelts looking like a flash of lightening.

"I do," Windpaw echoed, voice strong.

The creamy she-cat mewed again, "Then I give you your warrior names. Shadowpaw, from this point forward you shall be known as Shadowfoot. Starclan honours your speed and silence and we welcome you as a full warrior of Windclan and the Tribe. Thunderpaw, from this point forward, you shall be known as Thunderheart. Starclan honours your will to learn and your abilities and we welcome you as a full warrior of Shadowclan and the Tribe. Riverpaw, from this point forward you shall be known as Riverfur. Starclan honours your strength and your will to keep peace and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan and the Tribe. Windpaw, from this point forward you shall be known as Windstorm. Starclan honours your excitement and ambition and we welcome you as a full warrior of Riverclan and the Tribe. Remember, the Tribe of Endless hunting looks down on you as well. You are part of the Tribe of Rushing water,"

"Long speech," Thunderheart whispered to Riverfur, who motioned for her friend to respect Cloudfeather, who was still mewing, "Tonight all of you newly named Medicine cats will travel to both the Moonstone to receive all that is left that you need,"

Shadowfoot turned to Windstorm excitedly, "I can't wait!"

On the way to the moonstone

"Going somewhere, kittypets?" Asked a voice, stepping out of the shadows.

"Bloodclan!" The four cats gasped in perfect harmony.