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Now Padmé will say the disclamer very well before I get too angry at her for loving Anakin.
Padmé: Um, Katie doesn't own Warriors or Star Wars; she just loves to write for them! Nor does she own me, Apples to Apples, or moldy cheese!
Katie: Hmmm... Not bad. You're safe... for now.

Berrynose raced after Blackclaw. He was tired. His paws hurt. He was panting. His muscles ached. But he knew he couldn't stop running. It was his duty not to let Heathertail down. From where he was running, he could tell that Blackclaw was tiring down too. Maybe just a little longer… The cream-colored warrior collapsed. He groaned.

"Owie!" he whined. "I can't get up! I can't get up!"

Lionblaze rushed up to him, fuming.

"Berrynose! What are you doing? You're supposed to be chasing Blackclaw!"

"I was… but it's been so long. We must be almost in ShadowClan territory by now… going the long way!"

"Um… Berrynose?"

"Yeah?"

"You've been running for about twenty fox-lengths."

"I have?"

"Um, yeah."

"Well this is embarrassing."

Lionblaze had been growing impatient. Blackclaw could have turned around to attack Heathertail again! He had to stop the midnight-colored cat before he harmed her!

"I don't know about you, but I'm not going to stand here and keep Heathertail in danger any longer."

Sprinting off with the speed of a thousand arrows, the golden tom followed Blackclaw's scent trail, continuing Berrynose's pursuit.

Berrynose staggered to his paws.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, Lionblaze! Wait up! Wait for me! Come on, Lionblaze, wait up!"

He ran off, still begging his "apprentice" to wait for him, a request that would go unmet.

Meanwhile, ThunderClan hung around in their camp. It was still in the middle of the night, but Hollyleaf and Jayfeather had other things to do.

"I can so beat you at Apples to Apples," Hollyleaf bragged. "I'm so smartical, I can get a word down for anything!"

"Yeah, but I can read your mind… kind of… so I'll know which one you put down, so I won't choose yours!"

"You can't even see the cards!"

Jayfeather stood seething in front of his sister.

"Oh, yeah, I went there," hissed Hollyleaf.

"Is that a challenge, Hollyleaf?"

"You bet it is!"

"Bring it!"

"It's on like Donkey Kong!"

Whitewing poked her head out of the warriors den sleepily.

"You guys…"

"I'm very sorry Whitewing waking you up is probably going against the warrior code somewhere I promise I will never do it again," Hollyleaf recited obsequiously.

Whitewing blinked.

"Um… well, what I was trying to say is, don't you need at least four players for Apples to Apples?"

Lionblaze had chased Blackclaw in circles back to the RiverClan camp, which really stunk since there were about three other black cats like Blackclaw wandering around there. (After the incident with Heathertail's would-be assassination, every cat in RiverClan was awake, and they couldn't get back to sleep because Blackclaw's yowling had interrupted their REM cycles.) Even worse, Lionblaze wasn't very familiar with the other scents, and Blackclaw was mingling around with the other cats so much his scent trail was hard to follow. Berrynose finally caught up to Lionblaze.

"Thank you for waiting!"

"He's wandering around here somewhere, Master!"

"Um, okay. Good for him. Wait… who are we looking for again?"

Lionblaze groaned.

"Blackclaw! He tried to kill Heathertail, remember?"

"Oh, yeah…"

A paw tapped Lionblaze on a broad shoulder. The golden cat turned around.

"Yeah?"

The cat that had tapped Lionblaze was Blackclaw.

"Well, hi!"

"OH MY STARCLAN! IT'S BLACKCLAW! I MUST CATCH HIM!" screamed Lionblaze. He pounced on the older cat. Berrynose followed suit, and the fighting power of the two ThunderClan/Jedi cats was too much for the psychotic assassin-cat. As the only defense he had, Blackclaw went limp. Lionblaze, unlike Berrynose, wasn't an idiot.

"I'm not falling for that. Seriously, dude, that's the first trick every apprentice learns."

"Darn it," Blackclaw muttered.

Berrynose looked around gleefully.

"We caught him!"

Lionblaze turned his head to look at the cream-colored cat, without slackening his grip on his captive.

"More like I caught him, but okay…"

"You're right! I did catch him! Yay me!"

Berrynose jumped up and down and clapped.

"Um, Berrynose?"

The cat paused. "Yeah?"

"I meant that I, Lionblaze, caught him. Not you. You did squat."

Berrynose's eyes filled with wetness. He sobbed heartbrokenly.

"What. An. Idiot," Blackclaw stated. "It must be hard for you, having such a mouse-brain for a mentor."

Lionblaze snorted. "You have no idea."

Meanwhile, Blackstar had come over to where Lionblaze had captured Heathertail's would-be assassin.

"Great job, Lionblaze."

"Thank you, Blackstar."

"You'd be very good at being evil, you know that, right?"

"Um, sure, but I'd rather do good things for the forest, not ruin it."

Blackstar furrowed his eyebrows, if he even had any. So turning Lionblaze to the Dark Side wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought… Whoops! He had thought too much. No cat could ever know just when there were Goth little mind-reading cats wandering around (cough, Jayfeather, cough).

"Well, yes. You're very right. Just checking."

Lionblaze flicked his ears.

"Anyways, I have him. Now what do we do with him?"

"Hmm… I don't know. Hey! Let's make up a cool punishment for him that will embarrass him so much he'll be a red cat permanently!"

"There's no need for that," Heathertail disagreed, walking up to the talking cats and her arch nemesis. "Yes, he does need to be punished; he did try to kill me. But, he doesn't need to be embarrassed. Didn't one of the rules we passed a few sunrises ago say that no cat could suffer a cruel slash unusual punishment?"

Blackstar pondered it.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess we did. But we're important! The rules don't have to apply to us!"

Heathertail eyed the Chancellor sternly.

"If we are the ones making them, then we must be the ones to follow them the best and most."

Chancellor Blackstar pouted.

"That's not fair."

"Yeah, well, life isn't fair! Deal with it!"

The white cat with one black paw stomped back to his den.

"She never lets me have any fun anymore!"

Heathertail rolled her deep blue eyes.

"Sorry about that. I have to keep reminding him to follow his own rules. Oh well. But… thank you so much, Lionblaze, for catching Blackclaw. You're awesome for that."

"No… no… no… it was no problem at all…" drooled Lionblaze, staring at the light tabby with a moony look in his eyes.

Heathertail laughed quietly.

"You're so funny. Well, let's find something to do with him."

She jerked her head to Blackclaw, who had stopped struggling and was just waiting for something to happen, bored.

Lionblaze grabbed Blackclaw by the scruff and let him up.

"Come on, then. Let's go find something to do with you."

While the chase had been going on, Crowfeather and Breezepelt had some father-son bonding time and built a one-cell jail reserved especially for Blackclaw. Of course, Crowfeather had almost tossed his son in the cell because he was annoyed with him, but he didn't because Blackclaw practically had his name on it. Breezepelt, on the other side of the story, had almost clawed his father's fur off and used his pelt to line the jail, but he didn't because then Blackclaw would be too comfortable, and then Heathertail wouldn't love Breezepelt because he had given her enemy comfort. In many ways, Breezepelt was a lot like Berrynose; they were both mouse-brains, though the latter more frequently than the former, and Breezepelt did have some common sense.

Blackclaw was placed in the jail, and then Blackstar invited all of RiverClan to laugh at him.

"LAUGH! LAUGH! LAUGH! LAUGH!" RiverClan… laughed. Blackclaw glared at them murderously.

"You will regret this! I promise you! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!"

Lionblaze snorted.

"Yeah, right. You're in a box in the middle of the RiverClan camp! What could you possibly do?"

Blackclaw's eyes stared deeply into the ones of the golden tom in front of him.

"You underestimate me." He turned to face Heathertail. "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little boyfriend, too!"

With this, Blackclaw pivoted on his heel and sat in the corner. The Senate stared at Heathertail and murmured amongst themselves.

"Lionblaze is her boyfriend?"

"Lucky her!"

"Since when?"

"They haven't seen each other in forever, though!"

"Darn it, he's hot!"

No one apparently noticed the threat Blackclaw had given the light brown tabby. Lionblaze inched a little closer to Heathertail, and she cuffed him around an ear.

"You're not my boyfriend."

"Fox dung!"

The she-cats ogling over Lionblaze stopped being disappointed.

"Wait… you're not… her boyfriend?"

"No."

"HE'S SINGLE! YAY!"

The mob of she-cats swarmed the golden tom. Heathertail's ears twitched with jealously. Then she snapped back into reality. She couldn't be in love with Lionblaze! He was a Jedi, plus they were in different Clans!

Lionblaze squirmed his way out of the mob, shaking his head. His fur was ruffled from all the she-cats rubbing against him.

"She-cats!"

The swarm was still watching him admiringly, but the odd, awkward mood ended quickly as Blackstar grimly walked up to Heathertail, Lionblaze, and Berrynose.

"I believe we need to talk, you three."

Heathertail was bristling.

"How could it have happened?"

Blackstar flicked his tail.

"I don't know. You and Lionblaze were talking, the entire population of young RiverClan she-cats were too busy staring at Lionblaze, the toms went off to play late-night flag football, I was summoning the Jedi to inform them of Blackclaw's assassination attempt, and Berrynose was… well, I frankly don't know what he was doing."

Berrynose looked up from scarfing down cheese he found, not realizing the cubes were fuzzy and green.

"Me? I was finding this cheese! It tastes really good!"

Heathertail looked disgusted.

"But Crowfeather and Breezepelt built the jail themselves! How could Blackclaw have escaped from it so quickly and easily? No cat can track his scent, either! Where could he have gone?"

Blackstar thought.

"Well, Crowfeather and Breezepelt were too busy trying to murder each other to do a really good job. Blackclaw could easily have found a gap wide enough for him to squeeze through. As for his scent, he must have a way to disguise it. Either that, or he's a magician."

"A magician? What's that?"

"I have no idea! But I know for certain that Blackclaw is in hiding. So you're going to have to go into hiding as well."

"WHAT?"

"I'm sorry, Heathertail, but it's the only way to keep you safe from Blackclaw, apparently. Lionblaze can go with you. He's the best fighter in the forest. I'm sure he can fight off Blackclaw single-pawed."

"But I can grin and bear it! I don't have to run away and cower under another cat every time Blackclaw tries to hurt me!"

Blackstar became frustrated with the inexorable cat.

"WELL TOO BAD, OKAY? WE DON'T ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT IN THIS WORLD! IF WE DID, THEN I WOULD HAVE ALREADY RULED THE FOREST!... I mean, greatly reformed the forest for the better…"

"Fine! Where shall I go, then?" Heathertail hissed.

"Outside of WindClan territory. Crowfeather can tell you of a great place to run away from all your Clan's prejudices, problems, and rules! It's a great romantic getaway, too!"

Lionblaze looked embarrassedly down at his paws. Heathertail glanced shortly at him without realizing what she was thinking. She stopped herself.

You do not love him, Heathertail! Stop thinking so admiringly of him!

"I would be honored to protect Senator Heathertail Amidala," Lionblaze Skywalker announced.

Blackstar smiled.

"Good! Thank you very much! You two can leave tomorrow at dusk. I'll let the Jedi Council know what's going on immediately."

Lionblaze and Heathertail dipped their heads politely.

"Thank you, Chancellor."

Berrynose looked up again, his face contorted strangely.

"I can't feel my tongue!"

Yay! This chapter's done! Please review, as I appreciate them... a lot! Just a reminder, constructive criticism is openly and gratefully taken, and all flames will be used to attempt to burn Edward Cullen. Also, I made an email just for FanFictions. It's . I enabled "Display Email," so it's on my profile. This way, you can email me without knowing my personal email. Thanks SO MUCH for reading, and I hope the wait didn't keep you from reading this story!