Here's the BloodClan battle in Brackenmask's pov.

Chapter 8

His heart was racing and his muscles were tense. His eyes focused on the BloodClan cats. His toes tingled with fear and excitement. Brackenfur gulped as he heard Firestar speak. He glanced back quickly to where his sister was hiding, she was behind the bushes waiting for injured cats. He only wished that she'd be there with him supporting him.

Suddenly the battle began. BloodClan cats lunged forward with their claws out and their tails up high. Brackenfur and the other clan cats dispersed into smaller groups. First Brackenfur was alone, he stood there a bit confused. There we so many cats jumping around. Suddenly he saw a silver she-cat with a collar that had two fangs clinging onto it. One was large, a dog fang and the other was small, probably a cat's fang. Her piercing yellow eyes turned towards him and then she leaped. Brackenfur managed to dodge her first attack but she was fast and pinned him down on her second attack.

"Get off!" Brackenfur hissed. He kicked the small silver she-cat off him and got back onto his feet. "Go back home!"

The silver she-cat snarled and lunged towards him again. This time he leaned over to the side making her miss. She tumbled forward and rolled onto her back. This was Brackenfur's chance to pin the small cat down. He pressed his paw down onto her chest keeping her down. Brackenfur was ready to tear her fur out until her eyes. They were wide and fearful, she began to shiver and gave up struggling.

"Please don't kill me. I was forced into BloodClan. I only fight because I fear Scourge. He said if I left he'd hunt me down and kill me. Please let me go." She begged with a quiet voice. Brackenfur stared into her innocent eyes for a moment. He was never a cold hearted killer, nor did he like to kill or hurt other cats that much. With an understanding sigh he lifted his paw from her chest.

"Go now. Leave us clan cats alone." He mewed solemnly. Then he turned around to find another cat to fight off. Suddenly he felt someone bowel into him, knocking him down onto the ground. He looked up and was shocked to see who it was. It was that silver she-cat.

"You're such a mouse-brain. You clan cats fall for such easy tricks. I was faking it, I love have Scourge as leader!" she yowled out loud proudly. She dug her claws into his hind leg and raked it across his leg. He cried out in pain. But Brackenfur didn't give up then, even though he was a bit shocked. She seemed so innocent, young and afraid.

Brackenfur got up and began to slash his claws at her with fury. He grazed her shoulder and her ear. The she-cat backed away in pain and glared at Brackenfur for a few heartbeats. She slowly turned away and staggered off. Brackenfur's wound was bleeding badly, he had to find Cinderpelt. Just as he was about to go he was attacked by another BloodClan cat. This time he was a large tom with many teeth hanging from his collar, he was experienced and powerful. Brackenfur didn't stand a chance.

"Hello there clan kitty." The large tom meowed. He crouched down and lunged forward knocking the air out of Brackenfur. The golden-brown tom thought he was done for. After that powerful blow he tried to regain his breath. The large tom was ready to attack again when suddenly a small dusky brown she-cat leaped up onto the large tom's back and bit into it.

The tom growled at the dusky brown she-cat and he rolled over attempting to crush the she-cat. But she was too fast, she got off just in time. Now the tom's throat and chest was vulnerable for attacked.

"Quickly Brackenfur! You and I can pin him down together." The she-cat mewed.

"Alright Mousefur." The young tom mewed weakly. The two cats pinned the large tom onto the ground. The scratched him and bit and kept on doing it. The tom managed to claw Mousefur and injure her but she still fought. He struggled so much that Mousefur and Brackenfur let him go. He quickly dashed away through the bushes and was never seen again.

Mousefur glanced back worriedly at Brackenfur. "You should see Cinderpelt." She meowed.

"Will you be all right?" he asked. Mousefur twitched her tail and glared at him.

"I'm be fine! I may be small but I can fight very well. No need to worry about me. Now go off and find Cinderpelt before you bleed to death." She nudged him forward a little ways. Brackenfur moved forward towards the bushes, Mousefur seemed to have him covered if any cat tried to attack them.

Finally he arrived at the bushes. He crawled in and spotted Frostfur, his mother, injured and sitting there with Fernpaw and Cinderpelt. The young apprentice glanced at the wound fearfully and gulped as she made her way out of the bushes. Cinderpelt and Frostfur spotted Brackenfur standing there with the injured leg.

Cinderpelt ran up to him and glanced at his wound. "Brackenfur, what happened?" she meowed worriedly. His mother stared at him with wide eyes. Brackenfur hesitated for a moment, should he really tell them that he fell for a trick?

"I-I was in battle and this young she-cat, a BloodClan cat, looked so innocent so I let her go but she came back and scratched me up." He stuttered. "I'm such a… I though she was innocent. I'm so dull minded. I shouldn't have fallen for her trick." He mumbled frustratedly.

Cinderpelt sighed and licked his ear affectionately. "You just have a kind heart. You looked into her eyes and you saw her fear and you wanted to give her a chance. Did you leave a mark after she attacked you again?"

Brackenfur nodded. "I gave her a nasty scar." He mewed proudly.

"See, you're a good warrior." Frostfur meowed. "Now settle down and let Cinderpelt tend you wound."

The three cats sat together happily. It was just like before when Brackenfur and Cinderpelt were kits. They sat by their mother, her scent filled their nostrils. This was probably the happiest moment for Brackenfur during the dark battle. Now he felt closer with Cinderpelt just like before she got her injury.

"I'm so proud of you two." Frostfur whispered. Even though the two siblings had two different roads destined for them, they still were close and loved what they did.

Once the battle was over the heard a triumphant yowl made by Firestar. All three cats looked out and saw Firestar, Sandstorm, Graystripe and Bramblepaw scurrying up the Great Rock.

They had won. But…would clan life change for ThunderClan? What dangers would come? Brackenfur didn't know but he didn't care much of it. Now was a time to celebrate for victory and mourn for the heroic cats that died in battle.

I think I made Brackenfur a bit... I dunno maybe OOC in this chapter? I was really tired while writing and I was a bit out of it. Anyway I need to update this story so I did... er... Coming up soon, Brackenfur gets his second apprentice, him and his relationship between his mother and how his relationship between Sorreltail grows stronger and how his bond between Cinderpelt starts to fade a little... yeah so I'll be updating this very soon. Ciao for now. Thank you for reading!