Well, let's just say this year I am going to be beyond the point of busy. No sleep? No problem! I got my coffee! (Come at, me bro! …err, school… .-. )

So, I decided I am not going to ramble, but just run straight to the story.

–Smacks into wall- Wrong direction!

Chapter 17

Larkblossom

Fear pulsed in Larkblossom's body like icy venom. She let her mind go numb and had her paws lead the way to camp. They'll wonder where I was…what can I tell them? Rowanstar would kill me if he knew the truth.

Suddenly she stopped and pricked her ears. Silence.

She gazed around her surroundings. Then she heard another crunching of a dead leaf. Larkblossom's fur bristled with fear and she raced towards camp again. StarClan, Mother, please let me make it in time!

She clawed her way up the camp walls and ran straight into Rowanstar. She almost yowled in relief.

"Father!" She purred happily. The tom narrowed his eyes at her.

"Where were you?" He hissed. She flattened her ears in fear.

"I got caught out in last night's storm. I couldn't get back home, it was too dangerous." She lied quickly. Now his eyes were narrowed to near slits and didn't seem to quite believe her lie. He whipped around and walked back to a group of waiting warriors.

"Fine. But you are joining our hunting patrol." He nodded to Snakefire who flicked her tails in signals to the others.

"Let's go." She leapt down the great tree trunk with the warriors trailing behind her. Larkblossom looked away as Jayfrost passed her.

-Later-

This is torture! Larkblossom felt her paws go numb from the icy ground as she tried to scent prey near the RiverClan border. The barren trees and shrubs gave her no cover even if she could find some sort of prey! She watched Owlflight fall into the hunting crouch and slink forward. Larkblossom looked where he was headed and saw a small black she-cat pouncing on whatever prey the white tom was also trying to catch.

"Hey! That was mine!" Larkblossom ran up to her clanmate's side. The she-cat was more plump than any cat could possibly be except-

"What are you doing here in Clan territory, kittypet?" He hissed. The she-cat's hackles rose and she stepped forward in challenge. Brave for a kittypet.

"Isn't it obvious? I have many mouths to feed! Twoleg food won't do for my kittens." Larkblossom looked at the prey they were fighting over. It was a small mouse, its ribs evident.

"This isn't worth fighting for, Owlflight. We're wasting time." She started nudging the tom away. He glared at both she-cats but finally turned around. Larkblossom looked back at the she-cat who gave her a grateful look.

"My name is Dusk! If you ever need anything, come find me in the brightest Twoleg nest!" She ran away towards the thinning trees and streams and over a large brown fence that separated the Clan territories from large Thunderpaths. Larkblossom shook her fur and silently followed Owlflight.

"Larkblossom! Owlflight! Come quick!" Shadowtail bounded breathlessly up to them, fur fluffed up in fear and shock.

"What! What is it?" Larkblossom asked worriedly.

"It's FireClan! They're attacking our patrol!"

Briarpath

"Well, someone finally decided to show up." Briarpath stopped in his tracks as he entered camp. His father slowly came over to him, eyes gleaming in anger and tail swishing back and forth.

"I would think that you might have learned to stay loyal to the clan; especially loyal to me." By now the whole camp had frozen and was staring at them. Briarpath sought out for an ally, but he couldn't find any. Ravenpelt was barred by Palefoot and Badgerswipe.

"FireClan! We are going to get rid of the weak ForestClan's so called leader! It's time to show who truly rules the forest!" Briarpath winced knowing his warning came to Larkblossom too late. She would hate him now if her father died.

He looked away from his clanmates in shame. "You know what is best for you, my son?" Briarpath looked at his father. The glaring white fur still bothered him, but he stood his ground anyways.

"What." He snarled. The white time curled his lip in a cruel sort of smile, if anyone could call it a smile.

"You're going to help me. Or your precious she-cat will die."

This is all I can do for right now! Hold on for a bit more! I love you all! Thank you for reviewing!

~Larkspirit