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Bloodpaw whirled around and leaped at her mentor, her paws grazing Brightwind's side as the she-cat dodged. She felt the prick of claws at the base of her tail, and hissed.

"You're still two slow," Brightwind meowed. "You rely on strength more than speed, but both are important, especially since we're HalfClan. We don't have any one strength or weakness passed down over the generations. So, come at me again, like you mean it!"

Bloodpaw charged again, focusing on pushing herself forward as fast as possible. This time, she saw Brightwind's paws moving as if in slow motion, and redirected herself as well, crashing into her mentor with enough force to send them rolling over the moss covered forest floor and into a tree. Bloodpaw felt the breath knocked out of her, and she gasped, unable to move. Brightwind recovered first and shoved Bloodpaw off of her.

"What was that?" she panted. "No control, no technique-there's hardly any situation in which that much momentum would be useful! What if I were a SkyClan, or MistClan warriors? You would be dead right about now!" She turned away. Bloodpaw got to her feet.

"Sorry," she mumbled, though she wasn't really. She was pleased with herself for being able to run so fast and catch Brightwind off-guard.

The gray she-cat sighed. "I think that's enough training for today, anyhow." She began walking in the direction of the camp. Bloodpaw hesitated.

"I'm going to go hunting, if you don't mind," she called after her mentor. Brightwind waved her tail in response. Once she was gone, Bloodpaw turned around. "I was wondering where you were."

Riverspots slid out from behind a tree. "I've been here this whole time. She's right; you do rely on strength too much."

Bloodpaw waved that away with a flick of her tail. "Never mind that now," she meowed irritably. "I don't care about that. Show that move again!"

For the past half-moon, Riverspots had been showing her battle moves and telling her strategies that, as he said, no one else knew of. He said she could be the greatest warrior there ever was. But this time he shook his head.

"You told your mentor you'd be hunting." He waved his tail in the direction of an abandoned twoleg nest. "Better get to it."

Grumbling, Bloodpaw stalked away, not in the mood for arguing with him. She soon came upon the twoleg nest, and was about to slip inside through a hole in the wall when she heard voices. Someone was already here, and they weren't catching prey. She peered inside to see who t was.

Thornstar and Rainfall were sitting with their backs to her, talking quietly, though Bloodpaw was close enough to hear them if she strained her ears.

"…prophecy from StarClan!" Rainfall was saying. "We were all told the same thing. I think something bad is gong to happen, something involving all four clans!"

"Calm down, Rainfall," Thornstar meowed. "What was the prophecy?"

The gray medicine cat took a deep breath. "They told me, 'Blood will tear the forest apart.' Do you think they meant-"

"Lets not jump to conclusions," Thornstar cut her off. "It could mean anything, for all we know. Did they tell you anything else?"

"Yes. 'Beware of the Blood Warrior.'"

Both cats were quiet for a long time. Bloodpaw felt her legs growing stiff. She was itching to stretch, but was afraid that if she so much as twitched a whisker, they would hear her. And she wanted to heard more.

"It's almost certainly her, then," Thornstar meowed softly. "She must never become a warrior."

Suddenly, Bloodpaw knew who they were talking about, and she didn't want to hear another word. She shot off into the forest, grateful, for once, of the moss that covered everything, and muffled her pawsteps. She dug her claw into the ground to go faster. Before long, she realized that she wasn't alone. Riverspots was running beside her. Abruptly, she turned on him.

"You!" she yowled. "You knew they would be there! You knew they were talking about me!"

"I thought you deserved to know," he counted, growling when she leaped at him, claws unsheathed. "They're never gong to make you a warrior, do you realize that?"

She leaped at him again. "I WILL be a warrior! I don't care what you, or Thornstar, or anyone else says! I will be a warrior!"

Letting out a final growl, Riverspots disappeared, presumably going back to the Dark Forest. Bloodpaw stood panting for a few moments longer, then stalked through the forest, ripping up moss and leaving a trail of exposed dirt in her wake.

When at last Bloodpaw returned to the camp, she found that Thornstar and Rainfall had already returned ahead of her. She quickly composed herself. She couldn't let them know that she knew about the prophecy, or that it was about her. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile. Brightwind came over just as she was selecting a plump water vole from the pile.

"You didn't catch anything," she meowed. "No eating until you do."

Bloodpaw raised her head in annoyance. "I know that," she replied. "This is for Sharpclaw, while I check her for ticks. You told me you wanted it done, right?"

Brightwind was visibly taken aback, and only nodded. With a flick of her tail, Bloodpaw padded away to the elders den, a hollow sheltered by a mossy boulder. Sharpclaw, currently the only elder in HalfClan, was lounging in the sun outside her den. The sun made her speckled brown and gold fur glow, despite its dullness. Bloodpaw set the vole down in front of her.

"Are you hungry?" she meowed. Sharpclaw opened her eyes and eyed the vole.

"Starving," she grumbled in reply. "I was just beginning to consider going to the fresh-kill pile myself to pick me a nice plump vole, but I see you've saved me the trouble." She scooted forward to sink her teeth into the fresh-kill. Bloodpaw shifted her weight, suddenly nervous about asking the question that had been eating at her for the past half moon.

"Sharpclaw," she began carefully, "do you remember the story of Spiderstar?"

The old she-cat glanced up. "Everyone does. It's not just an old nursery story, it really happened."

"Would you tell it to me again? I think I…forgot part of it."

With a deep sigh, Sharpclaw lay back. "Alright, but it will have to be quick. I'm almost asleep from that vole, and this sun…" She shook herself awake as Bloodpaw settled down next to her. "Where to begin… well, Spidertooth, later Spiderstar, was a ruthless and cruel warrior. He didn't mind the warrior code, and schemed his way to leadership. Once he had nine lives, there was almost no way to defeat him. He ruled the forest for many seasons with fear and bloodshed.

"Then, when he had only three of his lives left, his medicine cat died. There was no apprentice to take his place, so one had to be taken from another clan. Her name was Willowstep, and she was not afraid of Spiderstar.

"Soon after Willowstep arrived, Spiderstar grew sick, with white cough. Willowstep knew of a battle that would take place soon, and Spiderstar wanted her to make him well again in time for it. There was no way he could heal naturally in time, so she gave him death berries. He was so enraged after he died and came back that he ordered her to be killed.

"In the battle, only a few sunrises later, Spiderstar lost his last two lives. The first was because he was still weak from the berries, and the second, because he was overconfident from all his past lives ensuring that he would never die. To this day, Willowstep is considered a hero for what she did."

Sharpclaw closed her eyes. "Now go away and let me take a nap."

But there was one more thing Bloodpaw wanted to ask her. "Who was it that killed Willowstep, if Spiderstar didn't?"

"His loyal apprentice," the old she-cat murmured. "Riverspots."

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