Before we resume the story, to a guest named Sandtail, that is a good idea. I will try to put that in in chapter 3 or 4.

And to the owner of a neon yellow Prius, your car is being towed.

Anyway, back to the story!


"Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear half-brother, Rusty." Scourge scowled, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the larger tom.

Firestar cringed at being called his kittypet name. "Firestar." he corrected, anger prevalent in his voice.

"Well, soon you'll be nothing!" Suddenly something landed hard on his muzzle, causing him to fall to the ground. That was when he noticed Scourge's white paw. The paw wasn't a normal cat paw, but it was a whip. Otherwise known... as a scourge. He tried to get back up, but Scourge's shrill voice shrieked above him.

"Stay down, kittypet!" An ebony paw landed forcefully on the tom's head, then pulled away quickly.

"OW! CRAP!" Scourge shook his paw to try to put the fire on his paw. It simply spread. By the time Scourge figured out how to stop drop and roll, he had become a sphinx. All of ThunderClan roared with laughter as all of Scourge's small frame blushed deeply with embarrassment. With a soft growl, Scourge decided he would get his revenge. He took out a vial that someone threw away and kicked Sandstorm to dust as if she were nothing but a sandcastle made by a Twoleg kit. Scourge shoved the she-cat into the vial and corked it as the cats howled around him.

"Let's go!" Scourge called to his other clan members as he took Sandstorm away in the vial. Sandstorms muffled cries vibrated the bottle to no avail as Scourge and the rest of BloodClan retreated.

After a couple more seconds, Firestar and the rest of the clan stopped laughing.

"H-hey! Where's Sandstorm?!" Cinderpelt asked frantically. Firestar was able to barely hear Scourge's crackling cackling and see a white tipped tail disappear behind the trees.

"Scourge!" he yelled as he tried to run after him. Graystripe and Darkstripes (who were just heads with gray and dark fur-covered stripes respectively) held him back.

"Firestar, we need to wait!" Graystripe yelled.

"We can find him later. You're bleeding from your muzzle." Darkstripe mewed.

Firestar digressed. "Fine. We will go to BloodClan tomorrow to get Sandstorm back."

And so, all of the cats of ThunderClan went to their dens, to slumber away until the sun rose again for a new day.


Graystripe's eyes fluttered open as the sun shone through to the warriors' den. His eyes then shot open as he realized that Firestar was standing before him, hopping up and down. Behind him stood Bramblepaw, Cinderpelt (whose pelt was made of cinders), and Frostfur (who's fur shone in beautiful ice crystals).

"Come on, Graystripe! Let's go! Daylight's burning!" Firestar exclaimed, jumping up and down. "Cinderpelt's got the traveling herbs and everything!" Before Graystripe could blink, he was slung around Frostfur's neck like a scarf.

"Hey, baby~" Graystripe mewed.

"Not a chance." Frostfire said flatly.

"I tried." Graystripe replied with a sigh.

And so, they ventured out of the warrior's den with a team, a bag of herbs, and a mission.