I'm back with this story! Well… I guess that's it. Enjoy.

"Attack me," said Stormclaw. Gingerpaw crouched down and tried to pounce. Stormclaw dodged easily and held out his paw. Gingerpaw slammed into it and fell back. "That was unfair!" he said, backing up. "I was ready for that. You have to try something I don't expect."

Gingerpaw tried again, jumping farther than he did before. Stormclaw jumped back, and slammed into the apprentice. Gingerpaw dragged him down, and the two rolled around in the ground before Stormclaw wriggled free. "Much better," Stormclaw purred. "Now, copy me." Stormclaw reared up on his hind legs, twirling around before he dropped back down. Gingerpaw tried it, but the twirling knocked him off balance and he fell down. His mentor padded over to him and said, "Are you OK?" Gingerpaw shook scraps of moss off of him. "Yes."

Stormclaw looked at the sky. "Well, It's getting late. We'll continue tomorrow, OK?" Gingerpaw dipped his head. "Alright," he sniffed. Stormclaw bounded away towards camp, and Gingerpaw followed. Suddenly, Stormclaw stopped, and Gingerpaw ran into him. "What is it?" he asked. Stormclaw narrowed his eyes. "Invaders!" he hissed back, quietly. Gingerpaw's eyes widened. They waited for a while, with Stormclaw peeping through the thorn barrier at the front of the camp. At last, Stormclaw let out a screech and charged inside, Gingerpaw hot in pursuit.

They leaped into the fray, spitting and hissing. Gingerpaw leaped onto a brown and white tom fighting Crowfoot, one of his clan mates. As Gingerpaw dragged him off of his clan mate, the tom turned on him. Claws raked his flesh, and blood flowed freely out of the scratches. Gingerpaw hooked the tom's throat and flung him into the ferns. Gingerpaw let go and unsheathed his claws. His opponent hissed at him and Gingerpaw leaped farther than the tom. He instinctively jumped back, only to be barreled into by the apprentice. Crowfoot leaped in to help, and the two cats fought side by side. The cat screeched and fled. For a second, Gingerpaw spotted Stormclaw in the midst of the fighting. He had a gash on his fore head, and several others down his side.

Crowfoot gasped and said, "There's too many of them! We might have to retreat into the forest!" Gingerpaw answered, "We can't let them drive us out of our camp!" Fueled by pure rage, he lashed out at every enemy cat he could find, and several of them ran screaming out of the camp. Energy coursed through his body, and blinded him of everything except for the words Fight! Fight! He felt like he could run until the end of the Earth.

He see every individual cat, he could hear the fluttering of birds outside the camp next to the fighting screeches, he could feel the indentations in the ground, could smell every cat in the clearing and all of the scents outside, too, and could taste the vole he had the day before. He felt great. Suddenly, he felt a paw on his shoulder, and looked up. Stormclaw was there. The awakened senses vanished like dew into mist, and he felt normal again. "It's over," Stormclaw told him. Gingerpaw looked around. It was true. Every cat had fled. "You fought bravely," Crowfoot praised him. Gingerpaw wanted nothing more than to sleep. He padded into his den with a mumbled "thank you" and fell asleep.