Sorry it took me so long to update. I had a very freaky dream my mom said was 'symbolic' and I was having trouble writing. So I wrote the dream down and now I feel so much better. Also, could anybody else read my other story, the misc. books one? I forgot the title. It's my own original idea, and I really like it. So yeah.

Ok, I'm sure you don't want to here my blabber, so I present the next chapter in Unfaithful Savior!

Chapter 9

Faithpaw whirled around and saw Brightstar sitting there, her eyes smoldering with fury. Behind sat Whitefoot, Brownclaw and Northwing. Their tails flipped on the sandy earth.

"She wasn't doing anything wrong!" Faithpaw defended his mentor instantly, "She was just helping me defend myself...you know, incase I'm in trouble."

Brightstar smiled at him, but it was an empty, cruel smile. "Faithpaw," She said in a soft, dangerous voice, "There is no way you could get in trouble. Nobody's going to attack you. Nothing's going to happen to you. You are safe."

Faithpaw stared into her eyes, shaking with fury. He was thinking of Silvertail. She would have raped my if Siftpaw didn't get there in time! I do need the training! He wanted to tell her, but he was afraid to.

"Come on, we're going back to camp," Brightstar hissed, "Both of you." She turned and headed into the underbrush. Faithpaw got to his paws and followed. He looked sideways at Moonfeather, but she refused to meet his gaze, staring ahead as the cats padded foreword.

They reached the camp in no time. Brightstar leaped onto the Highledge, calling a Clan meeting as she went. Faithpaw sat there, feeling dejected.

As soon as the Clan had assembled, Brightstar launched in. "I have just seen treachery and rule-breaking in this Clan. Let me explain. I had just come back from the gathering, and as soon as I arrived, and noticed that Faithpaw wasn't there. We searched and searched for him. Finally, I asked Earthpaw if she knew where he was. Earthpaw, come up here and tell the Clan what you know."

Faithpaw watched Earthpaw as she jumped onto Highledge with narrowed eyes. The annoying she-cat seemed to have turned against him since he refused her love.

Earthpaw faced the crowd of eager cats. "I was just resting in the den, but I saw Moonfeather come up to Faithpaw. I heard her whisper, 'Come on, Faithpaw, let's go do some more training.' and I thought that something was up."

Brightstar nodded to her. "I took a patrol of three warriors to the training hollow, only to be proved sadly correct. Moonfeather was with Faithpaw in the hollow, teaching him battle moves."

"But why can't he learn that?" Moonfeather called.

Brightstar bared her teeth and glared down at Moonfeather. "I think I made it very clear that Faithpaw's training would be the talks about she-cats only."

"But why can't he have both real training and talking?" Moonfeather asked.

"I think the talking is real training, Moonfeather," Brightstar said dangerously.

Moonfeather fell silent, staring down at the ground.

Faithpaw's heart was beating hard. Brightstar hadn't said why he couldn't learn both. He gasped. She didn't even have a reason!

Brightstar looked at the crowd now. "But the point is that both Faithpaw and Moonfeather disobeyed me and snuck around my back, hiding because they knew what they were doing was wrong. And disobeying can only result in one thing: punishment." She flicked her tail at Whitefoot and Brownclaw. "You know what to do," She said.

The three warriors moved foreword and surrounded Moonfeather. Together they pulled on her limbs and began dragging her from the camp.

"Faithpaw!" She cried, struggling to get away. But the strength of the three she-cats overpowered her. "Help me!"

But he couldn't move, because different cats were coming up to him too, and dragging him away, away from Moonfeather, back into the camp, over the nursery, and into the forest. He could only watch as Moonfeather was tugged from camp on the other side, and then slowly, she disappeared from view, covered by dark leaves swaying in the midnight wind.

Faithpaw was tugged along, farther and farther into the forest. Then the cats dragging him, Windfrost and Northwing, stopped in a large clearing covered in dry leaves. Together they started gathering medium-long sticks. Faithpaw started to inch away. Instantly, Windfrost leaped at him and slapped him to the ground. She jumped up again and continued gathering sticks. Then they gathered some vines and moving quickly and silently, they started to build a large, long cylinder with a pointy, round roof. The fastened it all together then held it open.

Northwing jumped on Faithpaw and clasped her teeth into his scruff. He tried to root his paws into the ground as she dragged him to the cylinder, but she was much stronger. She hauled him up and tossed him into the cylinder. Inside it was lined with moss and feathers, and it was roomy, but they closed the top and started tying a long vine through the bars of the cylinder. Then they threw the vine over two trees and hauled him up and up, jumping on the ropes to haul him up. They they tied the ropes and disappeared, leaving Faithpaw suspended several yards above the ground, floating in the middle of the clearing, inside his cylinder.

He stared. After Northwing and Windfrost disappeared, the entire forest was silent, apart from the sound of many crickets chirping.

Faithpaw began to move his body back and forth until the cylinder was swaying dangerously back and forth. He waited for it to settle. Then he began to pace inside his small cage, round and round and round. It was dark everywhere, and even though he looked up he could barely see the moon.

He was trapped, but perfectly safe. It was obvious the cats from MidnightClan didn't want him going anywhere, like running away, because they still wanted him to mate with. And of course, they didn't want him hurt, because then he was as good as not there. He lay down, numb to everything.

There was nothing he could do anymore. He was completely, utterly trapped, and if some she-cat crawled into the cylinder and asked to mate with him, there was nothing Faithpaw could do but comply.

They're smart, he thought, curling up and lying down on his soft nest. They're very smart.