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Writing just about every day now, but not necessarily a lot.

S2.

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I went first through the dirt exit, although I wanted Heatherpaw or Breezepelt to be the first one out. Owlwhisker and everyone else forced me to go first, telling me that we didn't have enough time to argue, and I couldn't argue, because of course I knew that they were right. I ran my black pelt through the exit, coming out with dirt in my eyes and dirt filling my pelt. I quickly pushed it off and whispered,

"Come on, Breezepelt! You're next." Breezepelt moved closer to the exit and dove in, not realizing it was smaller than he thought. He slowed down and pulled himself out with dirt in his pelt as well. "My God, that's to tight to get through." He growled painfully, and shook the dirt out of his fur, as I urged him into silence, because ThunderClan warriors were outside somewhere.

Owlwhisker went next, then Tornear, then finally my own apprentice Heatherpaw, who was quiet for once, looking at the ground and covering the dirt as she was told. She was smallest, so she would take the least of a hole. She had dirt in her pelt but she shook it off, still keeping some in it as she looked to me as if to ask me what the next plan was.

I saw a small hole where the ThunderClan warriors obviously exited their clan when they lead an attack on us. Pfft, figures. They couldn't use their own clan entrance for that kind of thing.. Annoyance filled me when I pulled myself through that hole, looking back and hoping they all followed me, and they did. I frowned and went as far as I could until I saw the light of the sun, and we were left out directly at the WindClan border, a slight smirk on my face as I looked back at my followers.

Everyone was there, followed by Heatherpaw who was last, and still quiet. She was probably tired from everything that had been happening just today. An invasion, a murder, going to ThunderClan, having to trust a medicine cat even though she liked that medicine cat, at least. I smiled once again at her, and she left a soft smile back at me, and still eyed me to ask me of what our next plan would be.

"Should we go to ShadowClan? Or maybe RiverClan, or should we go notify Onestar first?" Stammered Breezepelt, and I smiled at my own son. "Well, we should go to Onestar and notify him first, but I hate to say this, he won't believe anything about Firestar. You know that. We should go to RiverClan first, shouldn't we?" I responded in a soft whisper, looking to the rest of my followers. There could still be ThunderClan warriors lurking; this was their territory, after all. The others nodded at the thought of Onestar.

Onestar loved Firestar. He didn't want to be the one to bring him down, or his clan. They had been such good friends, before any of us were even born. But Firestar took in from Tigerstar, and not Bluestar. He listened to him, and Onestar was disappointed, went into a slight depression as a deputy. But when his leader died, there was only one thing for him to do: lead this clan.

I sighed at the thought of Onestar, and tried to smile for everyone else, heading to the RiverClan border. Everyone was quiet, deep into thought, but I couldn't help but think about Leafpool, what she was about to say until Breezepelt interrupted. Had he done it on purpose, to keep me away from her? He still loved his mother, and his siblings that had almost died. My heart skipped a beat as I thought of my kits.

What if Firestar would notice that we had gotten out? Would he automatically kill my kits? Would he kill Leafpool, knowing he did it, or maybe force her to admit to what she did? I couldn't help but bring my mind back to Leafpool. Was she about to tell me that she loved me? Did she really love me? Had she always loved me? Would she look at those kits, taking care of them with a queen, and think about me?

I sighed softly as we reached into the ShadowClan territory. It was beginning to get dark, and we had to sleep somewhere. But where? We couldn't just camp out in another clan's territory, and the others' worried faces told me the same thing that was running through my brain: They would capture us, or do something to us, not realizing that we came for help, from ThunderClan and its leader.

What would Blackstar, or even Russetfur, do about any of that? My heart skipped a beat as I smelt ShadowClan warriors coming closer to us. I stood at the border, waiting impatiently for a border patrol as well as the eyes of another warrior, even if he or she was from a different clan, the most fierce clan by the lakes. I froze as I saw who was in this patrol.

Blackstar, the one we needed to speak with, was its leader. Russetfur was beside him, as well as Ivytail. Before any of the junior warriors could say anything, Blackstar spotted us, his teeth bared into a snarl as he approached. "Crowfeather." Russetfur mewed in a calm voice as she approached our small patrol. "What are you doing in ThunderClan's land? Has something happened in WindClan?"

Before Blackstar could sputter anything about Onestar being a pansy or some sort, I responded with a slight sigh. "Well, Russetfur, you didn't know that ThunderClan has been invaded by the evil leader, Firestar of ThunderClan?" I tried to give them everything I could without making it sound as if I was lying, and Russetfur sat down on her hauches, listening.

Ivytail was now the one to speak. "What did they do? Did they damage your clan and you need help from the great ShadowClan?" She laughed, obviously cocky about her place in the clan and how good it was to the rest of them. I sighed, and responded with a broken voice. "Nightcloud was stolen with her kits and Gorsetail's, as well as Gorsetail herself. You have heard of her three kits, Sedgekit, Thistlekit, and Swallowkit?"

When they nodded, I continued with my story, looking down at the ground for dramatic effect, and I didn't want them to see my face if I became annoyed at Firestar at some points. "Well, Gorsetail was murdered before this part of my clan got there. Nightcloud was murdered in front of all of us, we all saw it. Her kits were saved by their medicine cat, L-Leafpool." I stumbled at her name, not really wanting to say it out loud.

I saw that the warriors of ShadowClan really did look sympathetic. Blackstar looked up to the sky where it was darkening. "What do you want us to do about it? We can't lead a fight in the dark, you know that for sure. You'll need ShadowClan's help to conquer over Firestar, correct?" He seemed to be snickering under his breath at the second time WindClan had needed the help of another clan, or more than one.

"W-Well, We were wondering, if you could let us rest in your clan camp, or maybe in your territory for the night, and maybe you could help us attack ThunderClan, with the RiverClan cats?" Heatherpaw stammered out, standing and approaching the territory of ShadowClan. Russetfur was nodding. She was compassionate, perfect for the leader of ShadowClan. Pfft, she would be changed just like Blackstar was.

She was eying Blackstar for a response, and it took him a few moments, but he reluctantly nodded, but growled softly at us. "I don't want you to try anything with anyone in my clan, and report to me or Russetfur before you do anything. I don't want you threatening anyone in my clan, no matter what they would be doing." Blackstar glared at all of us, as if to tell us exactly what he had just said: If we did anything, we would die, or worse.

Tornear was nodding, who had been quiet for all this time, his light smirk on his face and the torn ear on his ear twitched basically at the thought of bowing down to another clan when he barely bowed down to the warriors of his own clan. Heatherpaw was automatically bouncing, smiling brightly at the others with the most immature smirk on her face I had seen for a long time.

"Yes, Blackstar, Russetfur! We won't let you down!" I could practically feel the laughter of ShadowClan and all of its warriors at that moment. Annoyance filled me as I looked to my apprentice and scowled, and she stopped with the bouncy attitude abruptly. Blackstar began to walk to the camp, and although we could not see his face, we all knew he was scowling.

Russetfur stood at the back to eye us and smiled lightly, glad to be helpful, probably. We heard a murmur of the leader of ShadowClan, his hiss soft and annoyed, "Yeah, whatever. Guess our camp is good enough for you to stay." Russetfur was rolling her eyes and smiled again, following Ivytail who had been keeping quiet through the whole time.

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I edited a few chapters before this for he obvious mess ups:

Not bold, needed more words, and I put basic mess-ups like calling

Heatherpaw Hollypaw, or something.

By the way, I did that at 3AM. Total props? xD