(A/N: I know this is a short chapter... but I had to leave it here.)
Chapter Two
Moonpaw gave Mistypaw a fleeting glance of horror as lithe shadows poured into the Corner of Elements. Shrieking cries of battle rang as the cats were attacked by a group of other cats.
NightClan! Moonpaw immediately thought as she stood, frozen. But NightClan wouldn't dare break the warrior code! She told herself just as quickly. No matter how deceitful, greedy, and power-hungry NightClan was, one had to admit that they were just as loyal to the warrior code as any other Clan.
Before she could say anything, a scrawny tom leapt onto her. She couldn't recognize the scent of him. He was probably a rogue. Hissing, she unsheathed her claws and clawed at him fiercely. He yowled in pain and leapt off of her, but he didn't leave her be.
Moonpaw leapt to her paws, crouching low. Now, where it was most needed, she couldn't remember a thing that Seastar had ever taught her. The rogue leapt at her yet again, and she dodged to the side. She fought with pure instinct now. The rogue clearly hadn't been trained to fight, and he quickly fell for her feign to the right. He was just about the same size as her and she easily took him down. Before either of them knew what was happening, the rogue was squirming underneathe Moonpaw's paws, just like Thunderpaw had been earlier that day.
Moonpaw didn't know what to do, she knew she shouldn't kill, so she merely gave him a slash to his shoulder. A scar that would never heal for a long time. "Never, ever, mess with an OceanClan cat," She hissed angrily as he ran off, staining the white sand with blood.
Moonpaw then rushed to help Mistypaw. Gradually, the Corner began to empty of the attacking cats. But all the Clans had cuts and scrapes, and even some more serious injuries. The sand was splattered with blood.
All of a sudden, a shadow fell upon the corner. All the cats glanced up to the sky out of instinct. Sure enough, a thick cloud had completely covered the moon and Silverpelt, a sure sign that StarClan was angry. Moonpaw sighed and exchanged a worried glance with Mistypaw.
"StarClan has showed it's disapproval!" A small black tom on Wastedwood yowled.
Moonpaw glanced at the tom, it was Cursedmoon, leader of NightClan. The leader looked worried and outraged as he leaped off of Wastedwood and began back to NightClan territory, but the sharp yowl of a golden tom made them all stop in their tracks.
"Wait! Wait!" The tom yowled. "How do we know that you weren't the one who organized the attack?" He hissed angrily. "And why would you be in such a hurry to leave?"
Cursedmoon glared at the tom. "Goldenmoon, despite what all of you Clans think of NightClan, we are loyal warriors to the warrior code!" He replied. "We would never do such!"
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Moonpaw bounded back into camp, a tangle of brambles in her mouth. She hated this job. Ever since the attack, Silvermoon had ordered that the apprentices stay in camp and reinforce its barriers. They'd be allowed a quick lesson and hunting trip each before they had to get back to work, preparing for an attack.
"Moonpaw," Seastar yowled. "You can go out hunting with Mistypaw."
Moonpaw dropped her brambles next to the other apprentices and nodded. Her tail twitching as a signal to Mistypaw, the two bounded into the forest. They picked a path which led out to the beach.
"Seagulls?" Mistypaw asked questioningly.
Seagulls flocked to the territory of OceanClan quite often. The Clan preferred not to mess with the feisty, ferocious birds. Apprentices usually used the birds to train, and rarely were they caught for prey. Moonpaw nodded, eyeing one nearby.
A while later, the two apprentices returned to camp with some prey clamped between their jaws. Moonpaw had actually managed to catch a seagull and a meadow vole. Mistypaw had an assortment of a vole and a few fish. They dropped their catch in the fresh-kill and sighed. Now that they were back, they'd have to get back to work building up the camp.
"Mistypaw, get back to work," Silvermoon called to them. "Moonpaw, come here."
Moonpaw gave Mistypaw a sympathetic smile, and Mistypaw returned it. When Silvermoon called you, you never knew what would happen. As Mistypaw padded off to the other apprentices, Moonpaw crossed the creek and stood slightly outside the entrance into Silvermoon's den.
"Come in dear," Silvermoon invited.
Moonpaw entered the den cautiously. The only cat other than Silvermoon in there was Aspensun, their medicine cat. Silvermoon's tail twitched in a gesture of asking Moonpaw to settle into one of the sandy dips in the den.
"Aspensun wants to talk to you about… the prophecy," Silvermoon purred, obviously handing the conversation over to the pretty golden she-cat sitting next to her.
"I received a message from StarClan," Aspensun began. "About the prophecy. 'The moon shall guide the ocean,' That's what StarClan wished to tell me. It can only mean you." Her amber eyes gazed kindly at Moonpaw.
"But… but that's impossible!" Moonpaw gasped, her pale yellow eyes flew wide in shock. "I'm only an apprentice! Besides, it could mean Silvermoon. Her name is Silvermoon. Or… or Stormcloud or Iceheart! They both resemble the moon more than me. Or even Frostkit or Blizzardkit or Dovekit!"
"StarClan has told me it will be you," Aspensun murmured, smiling gently. "It may be hard to believe. But you are the chosen cat. You must fulfill the prophecy. Now we must wait for a sign from StarClan. You must be prepared."