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~StormClan~

Lionstar paced back and forth in front of Jayfeather's den, his claws leaving deep marks on the dusty floor.

"It's my fault," he murmured for about the thousandth time.

Heathertail put her tail on his shoulder. "No it's not. How were you supposed to know that Darkstrike would be there?"

Lionstar shook his head. "Tigerheart told me that Darkstrike might be around again and I sent Thunderpaw out there because I got mad at him. Because I got mad at him."

Heathertail rubbed her cheek against his. "Lionstar, stop blaming yourself. Thunderpaw deserved to be punished for his disrespect. But the fact that he got attacked by Darkstrike is not your fault."

Lionstar was about to reply when his daughter, Starlingpaw, came out of the den with a tired look in her eyes.

"Starlingpaw! How's your brother?" he mewed urgently. If Thunderpaw joined StarClan tonight, he would never forgive himself.

His daughter yawned loudly before replying. "He's going to be fine. The only thing is, he has a cut in his right ear that'll never heal properly."

Heathertail looked at Starlingpaw. "That's all? Thank StarClan."

"Oh and he's probably going to have some pretty nasty scars on his flank and maybe a scar on his face if he's unlucky," continued Starlingpaw. "Jayfeather is trying as hard as he can to treat the wounds so that they don't scar."

Lionstar sighed with relief when something rammed into him.

He turned around in surprise to see a breathless Windpaw.

"I heard what happened while I was on border patrol. Is Thunderpaw okay?" mewed Windpaw.

Heathertail wrapped her tail around Windpaw. "Your sister says that he's going to be fine. Don't worry."

Windpaw looked up at Lionstar, curiosity winning over the fear. "Is it true that Thunderpaw was attacked by Darkstrike?"

Lionstar wasn't sure how to reply. He was positive that it had been Darkstrike. Lionstar had heard Thunderpaw's yowls of pain and had tried to reach him as quickly as he could but when he reached his son, Thunderpaw was unconscious and had large gashes that were oozing blood everywhere.

And the only evidence that Thunderpaw hadn't been attacked by something invisible was a small piece of black fur sticking to the blood on his pelt.

But he didn't want to alarm his Clan and telling everyone that Darkstrike had returned again would make everyone panic.

Lionstar shivered as he remembered the last time Darkstrike had attacked. Pinefall had been severely injured and the day after his kits' apprentice ceremonies, Marshwater had been nearly crippled, causing Lionstar to have to change Thunderpaw's mentor to Rustletail.

"Lionstar?"

Windpaw's voice broke through his thoughts and he looked down into the blue eyes of his son.

"I'm not sure yet. Don't ever go somewhere without at least one warrior, okay?" meowed Lionstar.

Windpaw nodded and then looked into Jayfeather's den. "Can I go and see Thunderpaw?"

"No," replied Jayfeather as he padded out. "Thunderpaw is sleeping right now and it won't do him any good to wake him up."

Windpaw opened his jaws to argue with the medicine cat but a sharp glare from Heathertail made him close his mouth again.

Lionstar padded close to his mate. "Could you take Windpaw away for a moment? I have to talk with Jayfeather."

His mate nodded with an understanding look.

"Let's go, Windpaw," mewed Heathertail nudging him to his paws. "Lionstar and Jayfeather have to talk now."

"Why can't I talk too?" complained Windpaw but followed his mother to the apprentice den anyway.

Lionstar turned to his brother. "How is Thunderpaw?" he mewed, kneeding the ground with his paws.

"The furball is going to be fine. I'm thinking of going to one of the nearby Twoleg houses. One of the Twolegs grow a strange plant that helps with getting rid of scars," meowed Jayfeather, his blue eyes gleaming.

Lionstar nodded before moving on to the thing that was troubling him. "What do we do about Darkstrike? We can't let…whatever it is, keep attacking us like this!"

Jayfeather shrugged. "We've been doing everything in our power so far. If you would like, I will try talking to StarClan again. Perhaps, Firestar will have an answer for us."

"Thank you," sighed Lionstar, feeling hopeless.

Suddenly, he wondered if Darkstrike was the small she-kit.

It was ridiculous but… the speed and agility of the way the kit had moved… and the fur color on Thunderpaw's pelt…

His eyes narrowed and he ran out of camp, leaving a confused Jayfeather behind.

~*Windpaw*~

Windpaw tossed and turned in his nest, not able to fall asleep.

It felt strange without Thunderpaw by his side.

As annoying as his brother was, Windpaw still missed Thunderpaw and the apprentice den felt large and dark without the golden tom.

With a sigh, Windpaw got up onto his paws and padded out of the den.

Mintsong was standing guard, her gray pelt shining silver in the moonlight.

Windpaw cheered inwardly. Mintsong didn't have half the amazing nose that her sister, Littleflower, did. She couldn't smell a mouse even if it was a whiskerlength from her.

He padded towards the dirtplace and all Mintsong did was nod briefly in his direction before looking back into the forest.

Wrinkling his nose at the smell, Windpaw rushed out of the dirtplace and ran into the forest, the sweet scents of pine and oak mingling into one refreshing smell.

He kept running until he reached the moor part of StormClan's territory.

Although he was named for the Clan that lived on the moor, Windpaw had never felt comfortable out in the open and had preferred to hunt and fight in the protected shelters of the trees and bushes.

His mother, however, had always loved the moor and almost always stayed there during patrols.

Windpaw sat down by the shallow creek that separated the forest territory from the moor and stared down at his reflection.

A golden brown tom stared back at him with amber eyes. He hadn't inherited the broad shoulders and strong jaw of Lionstar, like Thunderpaw. His frame was more like his mother's. Slender, wiry, and strong.

Windpaw smiled as he remembered when he was a kit, he had always worried he would be mistaken for a she-cat.

Suddenly, a small twig cracked behind him.

Windpaw whirled around, his claws sliding out. "Who's there?"

He looked around but couldn't see anything. Then, with a rustle, a small black kit crept out, her amber eyes gleaming in the dark.

"You!" mewed Windpaw with surprise. It was the kit that had stolen prey from the Clan during Robinfire's warrior ceremony!

The black kit was obviously trembling but she thrust her chin up into the air. "No kidding, mousebrain."

Windpaw felt a flash of annoyance. Who was this kit that she could treat him with disrespect? He was training to be a warrior of StormClan and she was probably the kit of a loner, at the most.

"Why were you stealing from us? Hasn't your mother taught you how to hunt? Or are you too weak to catch even a small mouse?" he snarled. He felt a little bad for being so harsh to a kit but she had to learn that StormClan cats defended their territory.

The she-kit's eyes narrowed. "Weak?"

Then with a screech, she leapt onto Windpaw's shoulders, digging her claws into his shoulders.

Windpaw yowled and spun around, trying to shake her off.

She jumped off and skidded across the grass, anger lighting up her amber eyes. "You still think I'm weak, fox dung?"

Windpaw growled and lashed out at the kit.

She danced away, lashing her tail mockingly. "Is that all you can do?"

With an angry yowl, Windpaw bunched his muscles up and jumped, landing almost on top of the kit.

She let out a squeal of surprise and tried to dodge the blows that Windpaw was sending onto her.

He was careful to keep his claws sheathed when he felt her soft kit fur. Windpaw felt a jolt of surprise as he realized that all her bones were showing.

This kit was starving!

She wriggled out of his grasp, gasping.

Windpaw immediately felt guilty for going so harsh against the emaciated kit. How had he not noticed before?

He opened his mouth to apologize but before he could say anything the black kit rushed forward, sliding beneath him and raked her claws down his belly before darting away to his other side.

Windpaw screeched loudly. "Stop!" His shoulders and belly stung from the scratches the kit had made.

The black she-kit skidded to a stop. She had been about to attack his right side. "Give up?" she mewed with a smirk.

Windpaw hated to give in to the kit but he couldn't keep fighting her. As he looked closely, he noticed how tired her eyes looked and how her legs were trembling.

His neck fur started to lie down and he sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws. "You're really strong," he meowed with an encouraging tone. He beckoned her over.

The black she-kit was obviously taken by surprise at his change of attitude. Her fur was still bristling and she glared at him. "I'm not an idiot, like you. You'll probably attack me again."

"Technically, it was you who attacked me first," pointed out Windpaw and shrugged. "I won't attack you. I swear on StarClan."

The she-kit blinked. "What's StarClan?"

"Our warrior ancestors, of course."

"So a bunch of dead cats?"

Windpaw's eyes widened. How could she talk about StarClan with such disrespect?

A loud rumble made Windpaw jump.

To his surprise, he realized that it was the kit's stomach. Her eyes darkened with embarrassment.

"Are you hungry?" he purred.

Windpaw hoped that she wouldn't give a snappy response. He wanted to hunt for her. She looked starved.

The kit's mouth opened right away and Windpaw could just see the snarl on her tongue but then she hesitated and slowly nodded as she closed her mouth.

Windpaw purred again. "Wait right here. I'll be right back."

The black she-kit nodded.

He ran into the forest but then quickly ran back. "I'm Windpaw, by the way."

Amber eyes blinked back at him. "My name is Night."

"Night. What a pretty name," mused Windpaw before running back into the forest.

Please please StarClan, please let me find a mouse or a vole or anything quickly!

Windpaw opened his mouth and scented the air, his heart pounding. He let out a sigh of relief as he scented several mice and a squirrel near him.

A loud squeak made him turn.

Two small squirrels were fighting viciously over a large acorn that was tossed to the side as the two creatures bit and scratched each other.

Thanking StarClan, Windpaw fell into the hunter's crouch and crept forward.

Both squirrels were dead before one could produce another sound.

Carrying the squirrels proudly, Windpaw padded back as quickly as he could with two squirrels in his mouth.

"Windpaw!"

"Night?" mewed Windpaw and started to run.

He reached the moors and the two squirrels dropped to the ground as he saw Night.

Lionstar held her to the ground with his forepaws, his claws forming a small line of blood.

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