Chapter about 1250 words (without the A/N)! Sorry again for killing Fernkit! -but she kind of needed to die so the sorry can carry on...

then the disclaimer?

Fernkit: me me me again!

me: you are supposed to be dead...

Fernkit: at the end of this chapter! Poor Brightpaw! I'd like to help her! Anyway:

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3. still open to any ideas about kits! (thx Pumpkinfur for your suggestion! but I also realized that ThunderClan and ShadowClan needs kits)

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Chapter 13

"If you met him every night, you'd be even to exhausted for duties!"

Moonpaw's words rang in her mind. Her sister gave her so many hints about her sneaking out at night. Brightpaw closed her eyes, trying to suppress a shiver. Oh please StarClan keep her safe! Don't let her discover what's going on…

Brightpaw stretched one last time and padded in the apprentices' den. Nutpaw was already deep asleep while Grasspaw was grooming himself. He gave her a quick glance but ignored her as she settled down in her own nest.

Brightpaw waited to hear both of her denmates snore, then she slipped out of the den. She looked around but she could see no cats. It's about the cats that I can't see that I should be worried. she thought. Ever since Moonpaw had managed to track her by her scent trail, she had become even more skittish when she was going out.

Brightpaw passed through the dirty tunnel and found herself in the forest. First, the scent she thought. She brushed against all kinds of herbs until her scent was so similar to the one of the forest that no cat could track her down. Or at least that's what I thought until Moonpaw found me, when I wasn't careful enough.

Brightpaw looked around, trying to make sure she wasn't followed, then she raced toward the abandoned Twoleg nest. To her surprise she smelled a fox. Suddenly she felt something heavy land on her back. She let herself roll and then jumped on her paws to face her attacker, who was covered in fox scent.

"Too slow." mewed the cat. "You should be able to jump more quickly."

Brightpaw shivered. I can't wait to be tomorrow. She usually told herself that as she hated the nights of training.

"Your reflexes have been slower since some time. It's time to get you back to your top fitness." The cat snorted.

That's not a good sign for tonight's training thought Brightpaw. "And what will you do? Make me run all around the territory?"

"No, wait and see." mewed the cat, already jumping toward her.

Brightpaw rushed forward and turned around to scratch the exposed belly of her opponent before it landed.

"Good. At least you still remember how to take advantage of a situation. You must always be able to foresee what's coming next."

Brightpaw narrowed her eyes. "I wish it was easy to foresee what you are doing. You must be the most unpredictable cat a she-cat has ever kitted."

The cat grinned. "Must I take it as a compliment?"

Brightpaw shrugged. "I guess." She jumped to avoid a blow on her muzzle.

"Too slow!" commented the cat. "What did I already tell you? You know that I hate to repeat myself." This time, his blow met her shoulder and she felt claws digging in her flesh. She raised her other forepaw, ready to meet another attack.

"Even a kit knows that fighting on three legs is completely mouse-brained when you know that you are slower than your opponent."

Brightpaw slowly put her paw back on the ground and licked her wound.

"I guess we will have a fun training, perfect for you."

Fun? Brightpaw winced. It's always ending in a blood bath when a training session is supposed to be fun.

"You can come out now." mewed the bloodthirsty cat.

Brightpaw turned around and her heart skipped a beat. Fernkit! Oh no… Oh please no… Fernkit stared, fear in her green eyes. Run! Save yourself! wanted to yowl Brightpaw. But she knew it was too late.

"Little Fernkit, come here please." ordered the cat.

Fernkit stood there, by the edge of the clearing, and made no intention to move, frozen in fear.

The cat turned toward Brightpaw. "I hope you remember what we discussed, right?"

Brightpaw nodded, closing her eyes. Oh StarClan please no.

"Little Fernkit over there followed you out of camp, and saw us training together."

"Because you asked me too." mewed Fernkit to the cat, recovering her voice, though still shaking in fear.

Brightpaw gasped. She followed me? But I made sure no cat did! Oh StarClan… To make things worse, she remembered the scent that clung on that cat's fur. Suddenly she realized what was going to happen. "The fox."

"Oh, so you've guessed?" grinned the cat. "I'm sure you'll have a good time watching your friend be shredded to pieces."

"Fernkit! Run now!" she called out, but before the kit got a chance to react, the fox suddenly appeared.

Brightpaw rushed forward to get to Fernkit before the fox, but that cat had pinned her to the ground. "Fernkit!" She tried to get free of the grip but she couldn't even move. She watched in horror as the fox dived toward the black kit. No! Oh please StarClan… Why did it happen? Why didn't I saw that she followed me?

"That is an important lesson that you need to learn, though there will be many others." whispered the cat in her ear. "You've gotten too independent these days… It was time to make you recall who is in control here. But I must admit I'd like to see how you'd fight against a fox."

Brightpaw winced and watched the fox bite Fernkit. Oh no! She felt then the grip loosen and she immediately rushed towards the fox.

"Let her go!" she hissed and jumped on the fox. She dug her claws in its back and the fox tried to shake her off but she had no intention of letting go. The fox rolled a couple of time, making her every muscle ache. Then it managed to grab her tail and bit hard on it. The pain was so unbearable that she immediately let go. The fox bounced on her and sank its teeth in her shoulder. She turned, trying to ignore the pain, and battered its belly. It shook her in the air and threw her. She landed on the hard ground and slowly scrambled to her paws.

They glared at each other, hissing and spitting. Brightpaw watched blood coming out of its mouth. Her blood. She knew she would have no chance of winning if she got too many injuries. I've got to end this quickly she thought, wincing at the pain when she put her paw down. She realized she had to fight on three legs. Even a kit knows that fighting on three legs is completely mouse-brained when you know that you are slower than your opponent. But who was slower? The fox or her?

She decided not to waste her time on finding the answer and launched herself again at the fox. They fought for a long time, both inflicting each other severe wounds. Brightpaw was finding it more and more difficult to focus. I lost to much blood! she thought. She remembered slipping under the fox and biting its neck.

She hardly realised that she had managed to kill a fox, her consciousness was already beginning to drift. She limped to Fernkit, surprised to see she was still alive, though severely injured.

"I'm so sorry… It's all because of me." apologized Brightpaw. "I couldn't even help you…"

Fernkit looked up at her, smiling. "Don't worry, nothing that happened here is your fault. Besides, right now you are the one that need the most … Remember that whatever happen I'll make sure to help you from StarClan."

Brightpaw looked helpless as Fernkit drew her last breath, and then nothing. She had died.

"No!" she yowled. Why? Why didn't I see her!?

She limped toward the camp but after just a couple foxtail, she fell unconscious.