A/N: Hey guys! Alright, new promise. I am NOT posting a chapter to this story unless it's at least 1000 words long. (Half the length of the prologue isn't too much to ask for) . Here's the first Real chapter.

Oh, and since I forgot to mention this last time, Do I look like Erin Hunter to you? No. So I don't own Warriors, kay?

WARNING: May get graphic in blood and violence. Reader Discretion is advised.

Bold= Flashback

Italics= thoughs

Okay, and as you should have guessed, I'm writing this in first person instead of traditional style. I wanted to see how it would come out.

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Chapter 1: Applepaw - Fear

My breath was coming ragged and fast, tearing at my lungs with the stinging cold claws of leafbare air. My black paws pounded against the ground, running as I was told to, as the cries of the battle still rang in my ears.

Diamondclan, I thought, trying to make sense of the situation as I ran, my ears laid back in terror, We were attacked by Diamondclan. I thought through what had happened as the flashbacks of.. could it have only been minutes ago?... Ran through my head.

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"I've never been on border patrol before," I mewed. My mentor, Nightheart, looked down at me tenderly and shook her head.

"We haven't been apprentices for THAT long, Applepaw," mewed Snowypaw, a white she-cat with black paws, like mine, and blue eyes, playfully batting at me. And that was true. Snowypaw, Hailpaw, Blackpaw and I had been apprenticed at the waxing crescent moon, and it would only be half-moon tonight.

"Well, STILL! We haven't gotten a close look at the borders yet! This will be exciting! Maybe we'll even get to see some of the other clan cats!" At my innocent enough statement, all of the warriors in the patrol, Stormclaw, Shadestorm, Iceheart, Snowblood, and Nightheart, cast worried glances at each other and I could've sworn I heard Shadestorm mutter, "Let's hope we don't."

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As I remembered all of this, my paws slowed themselves to a tired walk... Where am I? I thought to myself as I tried to catch my breath, but it felt as though with the breaths I took running, these breaths were like claws on raw flesh. I shivered in the cold, my ginger fur fluffing up to fend off the breeze, and looked down at my one partially white paw. The Spade shaped mark which somehow convinced Brackenpelt that I should be in the clan. My heart was pounding as the flashbacks continued.

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"I smell Diamondclan scent markers," mewed Honeypaw, the brown and cream she-cat looked up at her mentor, Shadestorm, for approval. The amber gaze is a few moons older than us, yet is still eager to please her mentor.

Shadestorm nodded to her, but growled when he caught them, "Yes, but they aren't where they're supposed to be."

We walked past the markers by clawing our way over the frozen river. Snowypaw and I huddled together for warmth after going through that and saw Stormclaw setting up his scent marker on some nearby oaks and willows.

"Isn't this Diamonclan territory?" mewed Snowypaw to Iceheart, her chilly mentor.

"You dumb kit. We won this piece of territory in a battle and Diamondclan seem to have forgotten and are still hunting here at River Rocks," he looked down at her, his red eyes informative.

"Yes, those gluttons think they can have this land? Well think again," growled Nightheart, a determined, victorious look in her dark blue eyes. My green eyes sparkled in return. I was so proud that she was my mentor.

Suddenly I caught that strange scent again... it was coming this way! "Diamondclan!" I mewed warningly, and, sure enough, you heard a sadistic, laughing purr on the edge of the territory.

"Gluttons, are we?" said a white tom with dark eyes, coming out of the bushes, "WE're not stealing prey and territory despite long-founded borders. We are simply fighting to keep our clan fed."

"Coldstar," growled Stormclaw, "This is OUR territory now!"

"Oh... Your territory, huh?" said Coldstar coolly, glaring at us with those dark eyes as an ARMY of cats came from the bushes of Diamondclan territory, "Then let's see you defend it."

Stormclaw growled, his ears laying back in anger, his paws sliding into a ready stance as his claws slid onto the stones. Shadestorm and Honeypaw followed suit. The look of determination in Honeypaw's eyes... I doubt I'll ever forget the determination in those gold eyes... Iceheart and Snowblood both got into fighting stances, standing back to back, facing the sides of the group. Snowypaw and I were in the center of the barracks, still huddled together... we looked at each other, understand passing in between us, and got into the best fighting stances we knew. Nightheart stepped in front of us, hissing at the opposing force.

"This is your last chance! Surrender!" growled a brown tabby tom with wide yellow eyes.

"Never!" growled Stormclaw back.

That's when the fight broke with the yowl of, "Diamondclan, Attack!"

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I looked around, the sound of the cry ringing in my ears. I hadn't even realized I had momentarily closed my eyes. I was trying to get a sense of where I was only to find that I didn't recognize anything. I was completely lost.

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I am fighting, but I was never good at that. I look over and see a pale silver she-cat standing with a muscular light gold tom. The she-cat jumped at me and I dodged to the side, as Nightheart had shown me to do. I jumped onto the she-cat's back and dug my claws deep into her pelt, until I saw blood well up. Then I did the first thing that came to mind, I bit down on her ear harshly, she screamed, trying to shake me off.

I bit down until I tasted blood, then I heard a deep, growling voice shout, "Get off of her!" The gold tom scratched my pelt and sent me barreling off of the she-cat. I felt a chunk of something in my mouth when I stood up. I spat it out and felt like I was going to be sick when I saw it was a piece of the she-cat's ear. I looked up and saw that she had claw marks where I had sunk my claws in only to be thrown off and blood trailing down the side of her face where I had torn off that chunk of her ear. She was lying there, trying to catch her breath, the tom growled at me and came running. I was frozen, knowing he was intending to kill, when I heard a familiar, sweet as the honey she was named after voice shout, "Get away from her!" and saw Honeypaw jump onto the tom, biting down on what I had been tauI ght was the kill spot, a technique known to be only used in emergencies. The tom was now gasping for breath.

"Winterheart!" wailed the silver she-cat. I suddenly had a knotted feeling in my stomach. They aren't just enemies... I saw, They're cats, like us, with lives, friends, families! Starclan, what have I done?

With the last of his strength, Winterheart's claws raked down deeply into the cream underbelly of the apprentice that was attacking him. I felt a yowl of anguish escape my throat, though it merged with Honeypaw's yowl of pain as the tom clawed her, then fell on top of her, dead.

"NOOO!" the silver she-cat and I cried in unison. The she-cat ran to his side, I started looking for any part of Honeypaw that I could grab. I found her paw and sank my teeth into it pulling until I could grab her scruff and pull her all the way out. Her breathing was coming rapid and shallow. I looked at the blood oozing from the long wounds... Great Starclan, one of the wounds was so deep I could see my friend's lung, it was punctured and wasn't being of any use to the brown she-cat.

"Honeypaw," I mewed in agony just looking at her, knowing she was on her way to Starclan. I buried my nose in her fur, "Honeypaw, please, speak to me..."

Her head turned, her golden eyes looking into my own green ones and she said with a last, jagged breath, "Run, Applepaw... Run..." her head fell back against the pebbly shore. Her golden eyes staring at the sky she could no longer see. The blood was still oozing from the cuts, though. But it soon stopped, the blood freezing to her pelt in the cold. Just like that, the cold took away the heat in her pelt as I lay there next to her, suddenly, I was conscious of the battle around me, how unprepared I was for it, how Honeypaw had warned me, and I ran.

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Now here I am, stuck in the middle of leafbare in unfamiliar territory. I looked down at my paws and started to groom the bit of blood that was on them off. Suddenly, I saw the flash of a white pelt. Huh? I think to myself, then it dawns on me. Snowypaw! I run to catch up to the she-cat, not noticing the missing black on her paws at the moment. "Snowypaw! Wait!" I mewed to the she-cat ahead of me, she stopped and turned around suddenly, that's when I noticed the strange scent, the fact that the only black on her was the diamond on her forehead, her big brown eyes looked me over curiously and she quite calmly stated, as I skidded to a stop in front of her.

"Who are you calling Snowypaw?"

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A/N: So, what'd you think? Not enough gore for the warning? Well, I'll work on that! Too much gore? Well, I warned you, didn't I?

So, that's what I have down for the first chapter. Interesting enough way for two of the mains to meet, huh? GAH! SPOILER! *whacks self over the head with a frying pan* Bad Nancy!

Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review!

With all due respect,
~NDS~

P.S.: Here's Something new. The Starclan report. It'll show what cats have died and how. This is more so for my use as an author to help me remember than for you, the reader, but be my guest and read it if you please.

Spadeclan:

Honeypaw- died in a battle with Diamondclan at River Rocks.

Diamondclan:

Winterheart- died in a battle with Spadeclan at River Rocks.

Also, I'm sorry to the authors who created those cats, but thank you for letting me use them, I hope you're satisfied with how they died.