A/N:
WARNING: Profanity ahead!
Also, thankyou to everyone reading! Constructive criticism only please, I only wish to make my stories better. And become internet famous or whatever. *cough*
Creekpaw opened her eyes slowly, then perked her ears in surprise. She had not been woken up by anyone this morning, which was strange to her. Padding out, she noticed the land silent with snow. Meekly, she walked out, and began bounding to the Training Hollow. She felt like hunting, somewhere secure anyways. Ever since the incident with Redflame a few days ago, she had been worried at his words to her mentor.
Watch yourself, but watch that apprentice of yours even closer.
What had it meant? Clearly it meant something of Creekpaw's future. She shook the thought from her head, and it left in a flash like lightning from her conscious, for now. Before she even knew what hit her, Creekpaw crashed into a tree at the edge of the Training Hollow. "Whuh-!" She yelped, noticing it was not a tree, but nothing. What had she bumped into? Her eyes cut through the shadows of the thick tree canopy as she continued her trek to her destination. The moment she got there, her nose filled with the scents of prey. Dropping down low, she spun into a good hunting position and stayed still, round like a rock. Eyes closed, a faint leaf's rustle tickled her ear fur. She opened her eyes and narrowed them, and soon Creekpaw was upon a squirming vole. Her fangs glinted in what little light came through the tree leaves as she ended the creature's time. Scooping up her catch, another plant rustled from behind. She would have dropped back into a crouch, but froze instead. This scent was not prey.
It was a cat.
A mangy, oil-smelling cat.
Creekpaw whipped around with a stifled screech, and her eyes widened when she saw whot he source of the scent was. Redflame's eyes prickled with that same sickly manner at the sight of her, and Creekpaw dropped her prey and prepared for battle. Fire crackled in the two's eyes, their gazes hard on. Finally, Redflame spoke, calm and snobby.
"So you're here. Where's your master, Riverclan?"
"W-what?" She murmured questioningly. Why was he asking her about Riverclan in such a way?
Extending out his claws, a band of sunlight glinted upon them and snared itself in her gaze, making her bat at her eyes with a hiss. In a moment's time as she was temporarily blinded, a huge mass of weight crushed her to the floor, and she made a grab for a paw and dragegd her attacker to the ground. He gasped, but it was cut short as he was yanked downwards, leaving the she to jump up with her pelt bristling.
"Redflame!?" She screeched, and somehow bristled further.
"You sick twisted brat. What the hell was that?"
"1, what's a hell? And 2, that was me fighting an insane traitor!" The last word she spat in honest disgust.
"Hm, so they really taught you Shadowclan."
"Wh-"
"Run." His fangs glistened. Creekpaw shivered, but braced herself and stood firm, lips ready to curl back to a snarl. The tom's eyes glinted almost happily. "Fine, that just makes it more fun, and you more stupid." The red-brown tom stood up weakly and leapt again, all four of his claws on each paw displayed. He ducked downwards, and landed on the apprentice's back.
Creekpaw screeched in shock, watching as red blood dripped to the floor. Her blood. With a snarl, her eyes turned to slits and she was on her back in moments, hearing cracking noises as the other tom was crushed under her almost-warrior-like weight. The tom blared symbols of defeat from his maw, but she flipped around the moment his claws released her and bit down on his back, sinking her claws in this time. With a yowl, the tom tried to flip as well, but flailed aimlessly as she had bitten him on the side. Wiping blood from her muzzle, she felt her heart beating fast, like a wild monster's snarl had echoed to her angrily.
"I will spare you, this time." She snarled. "Cross my path again, I'll show you what happens to traitors down here in Shadowclan." Her eyes pierced to his soul, she could tell from his look, and she padded away wondering if she had done wrong or good. She brought her prey as though nothing had happened, too.
Jet burst in, angrily bleeding from multiple wounds. The other cats conversing raised their heads, shocked at the scene. The tom snarled. "That half-Clan brat beat the shit out of me."
Raven gazed through him expressionless. "How? You are larger than her."
He met her gaze, fury racing through his veins. He knew not to speak of her power- it was like respect. This was a test from Raven. "We will do the exile this week. It can no longer be postponed. Most surely I will be reported."
Raven smirked cruelly, and flicked her tail for her two other warriors to come forward. Flicking her ears, they nodded, and the two cats gained a fire of evil and battle in their eyes, a smirk of joy running across their muzzles smoothly. Soon, they were all huddled together, and as the night rode on, they got nothing about sleep as they conversed intensely, flashing claws and fangs.