Chapter 4: Reinforcements

Yo peoples of the world. Again, sorry for the wait again. Since I can't use the sun burn excuse anymore, I have no choice but to blame it on my 'OMG the summer is almost half way over' depression. (Our county only has two months of summer.) Also, I've got really bad writer's block.

Leopardshadow: ...um, thanks for the suggestion, but it really would make more since if you read my other story: Warrior Cats Meet World of Warcraft.

Mossmoon: thanks a bunch for reviewing.

Khorne: thanks, I really love Mr. Coffee. I suggested that people read it in the first chapter, but that's their choice.

Disclaimer: trust me, bad things would happen if I owned Warriors.

On with the story!

Nightpaw sat in the new vibrating couch in Bloodpaw's base, staring up at the ceiling. The past weeks had gone by fast. They were almost ready to launch their attack on Thunderclan. That would merely be the beginning. However, Bloodpaw had left four days ago, promising that he would return with and army that could crush Thunderclan. Where in Starclan's name did he disappear to for four freaking days? The warriors are starting to get suspicious, and it's getting harder and harder to cover for him!

Foxpaw stumbled into the base, looking around in wonder. The noob still wasn't used to all of the easily acquired twoleg items Bloodpaw got.

"Nightpaw!" He said, breathlessly. "Firestar said that he wants to see Bloodpaw now or we are all in huge trouble and can't go to the gathering this moon."

Nightpaw sighed. "What did you tell him Foxpaw?"

"Um... I kinda freaked out, told him he was a foxhearted badger-for-brains, kicked him in the shin and then ran here." He said, shuffling his paws in embarrassment.

Nightpaw shook her head. "Foxpaw, turn around."

"Um, ok, why?"

"Just do it!"

"Ok, ok!"

Foxpaw turned around and Nightpaw whacked him upside the head.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"For being an idiot!"

"Oh, ok."

"Now, this is getting bad. We have to be able to go to the gathering, or else we won't be up to date on what's happening with the other clans. Bloodpaw still isn't back, so it looks like we need to find a substitute, someone that can pose as Bloodpaw. Now, who do we know with ginger fur and green eyes?"

"Um... Firestar, Firestar is ginger with green eyes." Nightpaw smacked her paw to her forehead.

"Yes, but we can't have Firestar pose as Bloodpaw, because Firestar is who we are trying to convince."

"What about-"

"Not Squirrelflight either."

"Darn it!"

"That only leaves you, and we can't have you disappearing, because that would draw even more suspicion."

"But, there isn't anyone left!"

As if a sign, they heard a loud yowling from across the room as Shadowpaw stroked Twitchy with his claws unsheathed, a cup of coffee in his hands, while he rocked back and fourth.

"Shadowpaw, that coffee better be decaf. Now stop trying to kill Twitchy, that would make Bloodpaw very mad... wait... Twitchy, that's it! Twitchy is ginger with green eyes!" Nightpaw declared.

Shadowpaw glared at her sister for mentioning decaf coffee.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll be forced to take away Mr. Coffee."

Shadowpaw's eyes widened, and he leaped at his sister, raking his claws down her back, and dove for the exit. He would have made it too, if Nightpaw hadn't pulled out the tranquilizer that Brightheart used to use.

"Cures you!" Shadowpaw said, right before he went down.

"Well, that's taken care of. Now, about Twitchy..." Nightpaw looked at twitchy, smiling evilly. "Or should I say, Bloodpaw."

The process of making Twitchy look more like Bloodpaw was easier said than done. After several hours though, her matted pelt was groomed to a reasonable extent, and she was calm enough to make the journey back to camp.

"Come on Twitchy!" Foxpaw growled and he pulled her by the scruff. They took the long route back to camp, which passes by the Shadowclan border, and Twitchy was struggling to make a break for it.

Watching this scene unfold were two Shadowclan warriors, who looked down at the ginger she cat in wonder.

"Hey, isn't that Russetfur?" One asked.

"OMG it is! Wait till the clan hears about this!" The two warriors ran off laughing towards their camp.

The Thunderclan apprentices managed to drag Twitchy to the camp, and sat her down in front of Firestar's den.

"Firestar, we found Bloodpaw." Nightpaw called.

Firestar looked down at Twitchy skeptically.

"Um, what happened to him?" The leader asked.

"Oh, he got attacked by a badger." Nightpaw lied.

"I don't believe that." Firestar said.

"Why not?"

"Because no badger in their right minds would attack Bloodpaw."

"Well, rabid badger... we're gonna take him to the medicine cat's den now." Nightpaw growled, dragging Twitchy by the scruff.

They dropped her off in the medicine cat's den, only to be confronted by Jaypaw.

"Why did you bring Twitchy here?" He growled.

"Shhh! She's posing as Bloodpaw until he gets back. We said he got attacked by a badger. Just cover for us!" Nightpaw hissed.

"Fine, fine." Jaypaw muttered.

Not waiting for more of an answer, Nightpaw and Foxpaw left the medicine cats den, leaving Jaypaw alone with Twitchy.

The real Bloodpaw was actually very far away, past the sun drown place and the Tribe of Rushing Water's mountain. Yes, the army he was looking for lived beyond all of that, back near the old clan territories. Well, where they used to be anyway. Now, they were just a very large tangle of thunderpaths. After four days of traveling, Bloodpaw had finally reached his destination. Not the old territories, but the twoleg place near them. He walked the streets of the twoleg place, looking up in wonder at the strange nests. He roamed the side alleyways, until finally, he came across what he was looking for. A rouge cat. The rouge was sitting in one of the alleyways, rifling through the trash. Silently, Bloodpaw approached.

"Excuse me." He said calmly. The rouge looked up at him and hissed.

"What do you want kittypet?"

"Oh, I'm no kittypet, far from it." He said, his voice edging toward his deadly calm voice.

"Scram kit! Before I have to kill you, your tress passing on our turf."

"And who is going to make me?" As soon as the words had left his mouth, he was surrounded by a horde of rouge cats, their claws reinforced with dogs teeth and callers of teeth around their necks. They growled and approached the apprentice, who sat calmly, a smile spread across his face.

"So the legends are true then! There really is a Bloodclan!"

The Bloodclan cats looked shocked by his reaction.

"Yeah, now get out of our territory!" The first one hissed.

"No, I don't think that I will!"

The Bloodclan warrior leaped at Bloodpaw, claws unsheathed. Just a second before he made contact, Bloodpaw moved at lightning fast speeds, sliding under the cat's exposed belly, and slashing it with his deadly claws. The warrior fell to the ground, gasping. The Bloodclan warriors stared at the apprentice, gaping.

"Tell me, where is your leader?" Bloodpaw asked in his icy calm voice.

"T-That was him. The one you just fought." One of the warriors gasped.

"Who are you?" asked another. "Why are you here?"

Bloodpaw smiled. "My name is Bloodstar, and I have come to make you an offer that you can not refuse."

This is really where things start to pick up the pace and get interesting. Yeah, Twitchy is really Russetfur. I just couldn't resist doing something bad to her like I do to all of my least favorite cats. Please R&R.