Chapter six

Breezepaw's POV

I woke with a start. I padded out into the clearing, worry feeling my mind. What was I going to do? I decided to go for a walk and decide before I just jumped into a mess that would be hard to get myself out of. The tall grass was soft beneath my paws; the wind picked up, and felt nice until I caught the scent of my father and Weaselfur.

I walked crept across the moorland until I was close enough to them with out them seeing me.

"We need to attack soon. I am sick of waiting."

I gasped. It was true that prophecy is true.

"What was that?" I heard Weaselfur ask. I bolted as they began heading in my direction.

I was not fast enough. "Breezepaw!" I heard my father yell, his voice full of rage. This was worse than normal. I kept running, I was on the edge of ThunderClan territory, but I didn't cross the border to try and shake him in case he headed for the camp.

Just at that moment I felt huge claws sink into my shoulders and I buckled beneath both the pain and weight of my enemy. It had been my father, I knew because I saw a flash of brown fur as Weaselfur bolted in front of me to block if I tried to run again.

Within a few moments Crowfeather had me pinned to the ground and we were both hissing and snarling.

"What are you doing out here!" he hissed in my face, digging his claws into my shoulder, causing blood to flow more rapid as her flexed when I didn't talk.

"I do not have to give you a reason you pathetic excuse for a cat!" I yowled louder than I needed too. The words slid off my tongue like poison. At that moment he lunged for my neck. I scratch his exposed underbelly with my hind claws and he screeched in furry, but jumped off for a split second.

I caught his gaze as he continued to snarl and hiss in rage, murder hung in his eyes.

He wants me dead. I thought to myself.

"Either you help us with our raid on ThunderClan or you die." He threatened.

Just at that moment I furry of blue silver fur and claws came flying at my father and the scent full of anger blasted toward me.

NO! I screamed inside.

"Jaypaw!" I yelled. I looked to see Weaselfur running to help my murderous father. I fled after him and pounced on him before he could reach the other battling cats. He was not a really good fighter, in the past he almost became the medicine cat, but he had insisted on being a warrior.

So all it took were a few puncture wounds on the back of his neck and deep scratches I thought he deserved on the side of his flank, before he fled off to camp.

I raced over to help Jaypaw, but I was startled to see that he was holding off and dodging my dad's attacks quit proficiently. I did a sneak attack from the side and bowled over my father to the hard stone ground. He lay there; I knew I knocked the wind from him.

"C'mon." I called Jaypaw. And we bolted for the border of ThunderClan territory. I saw in his eyes the burn of anger and rage and I could tell he would have killed my father if he'd had the chance.