sighing dramatically fine. I got so many requests and "tearfully-written" Pm's, I felt slightly obligated to write more of this fic, you reviewers are way too persuasive...

This was requested by my newest reviewer (TheUsedFan) and other's said they liked it... I'm not really sure how to write it, though, because I don't know much about the she-cat in the pairing...

Whtevr, I'll make my best attempt...

I had a few complaints for the last chappie that it was too rushed... and I'm sorry that u feel like that because this one's even more shorter and rushed. Sry, but I have to update while i can because I started school. Sry, but this chapter is really rushed, and since i admitted that, give me critiques about other than the the rushedness please.

Please request more pairings, because I'm going up to 10 chappies/oneshots now!
So far people have reqeusted-

Littlecloud/Leafpool

Hollypaw/Breezepaw

Cinderpaw/Breezepaw

Birchfall/Hollypaw

Birchfall/Mothwing

Birchfall/ Apple--- (the last 3 have been "Birchie" I luv him! he's so fun to pair up with she-cats, isn't he?)

So vote for your favorite pairings, and I'll do the one with the most votes... I'm sorry, but I would prefer not to do Littlecloud/Leafpool, because Littlecloud's old enough to be Leafpool's father... sry, but if Littlecloud/Leafpool gets lots of votes, I suppose I'm obligated to do it.

REVIEW AND REQUEST AND READ READ READ

Disclaimer- sigh I don't own warriors.

mysterys

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Hawkfrost padded quietly through the bracken, and pounced on a nearby squirrel. Disobeying the warrior code as usual, he sank his teeth into the tempting flesh and tore off a hunk of meat, blood dribbling down his chin grotesquely.

Heck, he thought, I'm sick of fish, the best warrior in the clan and highgly intelligent, don't I deserve one little squirrel? Hawkfrost swiped his tongue around his mouth, and dug a quick hole in which to bury the meat.

He heard a crinkling leaf behind him and whirled around, it was only Mothwing. She said in her usual paranoid voice, "Hawkfrost, aren't you not supposed to eat until you get back to camp?"

Hawkfrost smirked and said, "Why don't you go dirt? I can do whatever I want, I'm going to be deputy soon, and then leader of Riverclan. And the first thing I'll do is get rid of wimps like you, Mothwing."

His sister turned slowly around, and Hawkfrost smiled to himself. She was so easy to get rid of, it wasn't even funny. Bu then she whirled around again, "Hawkfrost, what did you mean you're going to be deputy of Riverclan, soon? Doesn't that mean that Mistyfoot has to... Oh, Hawkfrost, don't kill her! Is that what you're going to do?"

Hawkfrost's malovent grin widened, and Mothwing looked at her brother in shock... but of course, he thought as she sprinted towards the herbs, she won't say anything, she's too much of a timid rabbit for that. He chuckled to himself and trotted carelessly across the forest floor, too prideful of his triumph over Mothwing to be cautious.

Suddenly his paw sunk into a boggy hole. He looked around wildly, and saw swamps... he was in Shadowclan territory!

He tried to free himself from the muck, but one of his claws had become entangled in a swamp vine.

He yanked as hard as he could and hissed in pain when his claw nearly came out of the socket. He bent around, but couldn't reach the vine, it was pulling his leg upwards towards a tree to which it was attached. Finally he backed up and bit the vine with his sharp incisors, freeing himself. He was bleeding, limping, in Shadowclan territory and the Bravest-of-the-Riverclan-Toms was reeking of fear-scent.

He heard a voice, and spun around, his bleeding leg giving way in the process. Hawkfrost collapsed into a heap, and said hoarsely, Who's there?"

"Someone you should be afraid of" said a strange female voice; raspy, yet clear.

It was a fairly awful comeback, but it was very threatening in Hawkfrost's panicking mind.

A feline leapt out of a nearby swamp-pine and stared into Hawkfrost's eyes. She was strangely beautiful, in an exotic way, golden-amber eyes and strawberry-gold glossy pelt. He recognized her, she was Russetfur.

She was around ten moons older than him, a substancial amount of time, yet he felt a tugging in his stomach when he looked into her eyes, and his heartbeat grew faster and faster.

She cocked her head to the right and said quietly, seductively, "What's a Riverclan water-rat like you doing in our territory, hm?"

"I-I, got lost," answered Hawkfrost lamely.

"Uh-huh, normally that would be an excuse, but I wouldn't be surprised if you did get lost, filthy half-clan," spat Russetfur.

Normally, Hawkfrost could come up with a great comeback for when someone insulted his half-clan half-rogue heritage, but he was too hypnotized currently to do so. Russetfur broke the daunting eye-contact and said selfconciously, "Stop staring at me, Hawkfrost."

Hawkfrost smiled slightly, everyboyd found his amber gaze intimidating, even this perfect, flawless image of she-cat perfection that was standing before him now... she was perfect. She was pretty, she was fierce and fiery, and above all, she was easily overcome by his stare.

He tried to smile as angelically and handsomely as he could as he purred, "Please let me go, Russetfur."

Russetfur humphed slightly and said, "Give me a reason, scum."

"I would be forever greatful, and I reward those to which I am grateful," Hawkfrost tried to look sincere.

Russetfur approached slightly and bent down. She gently licked Hawfrost's bleeding pad, which seemed to almost instantly heal. She said quietly, "You seem nice enough Hawkfrost, and young. I hope those things they're saying about you aren't true."

Hawkfrost frowned slightly and said, "What things that who was saying about me?"

"That you're allying with your father."

"My father's dead." said Hawkfrost curtly.

Russetfur pulled away slightly, her tongue retracting back into her mouth.

Hawkfrost looked alarmed and said, "No, don't stop, that felt nice."

Russetfur obeyed, and continued licking Hawkfrost's pad gently. She said quietly, "Hawkfrost. you said you'd reward me if I helped you, and I'm going to let you go. Can I request my reward?"

Hawkfrost smiled and cocked his head charmingly, "Depends."

"Fall in love with me."

Hawkfrost looked surprised, and Russetfur even looked surprised at her own daring... she had only met this tom alone for the first time and was already falling head over heels for his striking charms.

Hawkfrost took a step forward and whispered huskily into her ear, "I already have."

He dashed from the clearing.

Two Moon's Later

Russetfur's POV-

He's dead.

He told me he loved me.

I thought that the rumors were false about him.

But they were true.

He was evil.

He was evil... but I still love him despite that.

I still love Hawkfrost.

Hawkfrost is dead.

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sorry for the shortness... but i can only update on the weekends, cause school started again (urgh) REVIEW PLZ!

mysterys