Mosspath: Wow, I'm in a good mood. A slightly blood thirsty one, (all will be revealed) but a good mood nonetheless. Thanks for everyone that has reviewed, especially the new ones, please stick with the story, it has just got to the good part. Cant be bothered to do any shout outs, so, just a thanks to everyone that has reviewed.

Disclaimer: (somehow I can be bothered to do this though!) I don't own warriors. (short but sweet, hey!)

Chapter 5

Lionblaze padded into the medicine cat den, concern in his eyes. He had been on a hunting patrol when Cinderheart got hit, but he had bumped into Brackenfur on his was to camp. He had been stalking a squirrel nibbling on a nut. It hadn't noticed him yet, and was happily chewing away. Lionblaze had been getting closer, his paws silently moving forwards, and his haunches and tail low. He was so close, and about to pounce when there was a sound like a badger running through the forest straight at them. In fury, Lionblaze pounced at the startled squirrel, but had just missed by a whisker. The golden tom had looked up to see Brackenfur charging through the clearing around sky oak.

"BRACKENFUR!" he had hissed, "what was that all about, you scared my squirrel away, and aren't you meant to be on dawn patrol?!" Lionblaze was tempted to yowl out loud, but so far he had only caught a vole and a mouse, and didn't want to scare any more prey than Brackenfur had!

"Sorry Lionblaze, there was a monster- I mean, on the old thunderpath, Cinderheart got hit. She's now by the thunderpath with a bad back and leg, anyway, I've got to warn Leafpool because the rest are carrying her back," the tom panted, his voice full of worry for his kit, and Lionblaze guessed he had run all the way.

"Ok, that's fine, I just need to find some where else to hunt now! Good luck, give her my best wishes!" Brackenfur nodded, and charged off on his noisy run.

Lionblaze had been really worried about the she-cat, after all, he was quite found of her. He couldn't suppress his fear and worry for her, and after trying to catch some more prey, with no prevail (Brackenfur really must have scared the prey away), he had headed back to camp with his measly catch. He kept on blaming the noisy tom for his bad hunting, but he knew that his clumsy and worried paws had been the really cause.

The camp had cleared out by the time Lionblaze got into camp. It was almost sunhigh, and most cats in camp were sitting in the sun, warming there pelts. He trotted over to the fresh kill pile, and dropped his pathetic catch. The other cats who'd been on patrol were already in camp. Thornclaw, who had been leading the patrol, saw Lionblaze's catch and got up to speak to him. "Are you ok? You didn't really catch much did you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks Thornclaw, just tired. Thanks again." Lionblaze replied. Thornclaw nodded before joining his friends to soak up the sun. Padding over to the medicine cat den, he saw several cats crowding round. He went over and looked inside. Of course, there was Leafpool, fussing madly over the injured Cinderheart, Sandstorm was resting it the back of the den, half asleep on her moss bed, and then there was Jayfeather sleeping in his moss bed. What's up with him? Shouldn't he be helping Leafpool?

As well as the usual in their, several cats crowded round just outside, being shunted by Leafpool and told to come back later. She looked over worked, and he really thought that his brother should be helping. Among the crowd, as well as him, were Sorreltail of course, bound to be worried for her kit, and Honeyfern and Poppyfrost were waiting with their mother. Hollyleaf had just left and she purred a quick hi before picking a piece of prey from the pile and joining Mousewhisker. He sighed, seeing the two cats so happy together. Brackenfur was also in the crowd, close to the rest of his family, anxious to see his daughter again.

Finally, Leafpool gave in. "Ok, you can come in, but stay back, I haven't finished with her yet." she said, before picking up some fat black roots and some small black seeds. The medicine cat chewed the roots into a poultice and placed them on the Cinderheart's leg and stuck it there with some stick spider web. She then gave the grey she-cat the to lick up. Everyone carefully made their way in, and crowded around the bewildered cat, doing the exact opposite to what Leafpool had said. She sighed and made sure Cinderheart was comfortable before sorting the rest of the odd leaves and roots. "are you ok my darling? What happened?" Sorreltail asked, and her grown up kits crowded round to hear what she had to say. Lionblaze waited at the back of the crowd, his mind not too far away, but his ears pricked, listening to what the cat was saying.

"Well, I don't really know happened..." and she told them about the the monster, and the catmint, and how Jayfeather had helped her a bit, and how lucky they were that the patrol was so close to where they were waiting. "...and yes mum, I'm fine. A little sore, but mainly restless and desperate to get out of here, I've been in the medicine cat den enough times!" she joked. Leafpool poked her head out of the herbs store before coming and completely and saying,

"Sorry, but I'm sure you don't want to go out and make it worse, and anyway, I would have thought you would would have learnt to be more careful by now. Your going to have to stay here for a few sunrises, so don't get any ideas!" Leafpool hastily put in.

Cinderheart's family gave their good luck and wishes to her, before exiting the medicine cat den leaving Cinderheart and Lionblaze the only awake cats in the large cave. Lionblaze looked around awkwardly before speaking. "Hey, you ok? I heard what happened."

"Yes thanks, like I said, just a bit sore!" Cinderheart replied normally, not noticing the hesitation and almost dread in Lionblaze's voice.

"O, that's good. Weren't you meant to be on patrol at sunhigh today...?" the tom said, desperately trying to make a conversation.

"Gosh, your right, I'd better go tell Leafpool or Brambleclaw, wait here!" Cinderheart suddenly panicked.

"...no! Wait! Your hurt, I'll go tell Brambleclaw. Do you want me to go instead? I mean, ShadowClan have seem to be moving their border further into ThunderClan territory, so they might need the same amount of cats. I er, they could be a ShadowClan patrol or something?" Again, Lionblaze's voice was hesitant, his words were rushed and slightly slurred. Cinderheart couldn't suppress a chuckle, and Lionblaze cringed. But he was sure he heard someone else laugh to...

"Would you? Thanks so much. Your a real friend!" Cinderheart replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that Lionblaze missed. Lionblaze began to feel hot under his fur from the compliment, and felt like skipping out the medicine cat den. But he suppressed the urge, and thanked Cinderheart and wished her to get better well before padding sensibly out of the den.

Lionblaze looked around, his amber eyes glinting in the leaf-fall sun, searching for the dark tabby pelt of the cat he once though was his father. He found Brambleclaw by high ledge, leaving Firestar's den. He bounded over, dodging the cats soaking in the sun. "Er, Brambleclaw, I'm not sure if you know, but Cinderheart got injured and she was meant to be on sunhigh patrol, should I go instead?" the golden tom asked.

"Yeah I heard, is she ok? Well, ShadowClan seem to have been edging their borders forward, so I guess we'll need your extra set of paws." the tabby replied, remembering the patrol schedules.

"Ok, thanks!" Lionblaze was still found of the warrior he once thought his father, after all, according to Squirrelflight, he didn't know that his kits weren't actually his! It was just that lying ginger she-cat that he still dis-liked. It was only Hollyleaf who held the huge grudge over her. Well, she was practically in love with her precious code, anyone who broke might as well be banished and become a toad for all she cared!

The young warrior looked up in the sky, and saw the sun not even close to its highest point. Turning back to Brambleclaw, he said "Who else is on the patrol?"

"Err, I think Thornclaw's leading, and then there's Whitewing, Icepaw, you and Squirrelflight, yes that's it. Looks like its going to be a couple of hours before you leave though, why don't you get some sleep?" Lionblaze's heart dropped, and his stomach felt as solid as the thunderpath. He hardly took in Brambleclaw's last words, but got the part about sleep. "Ok then, thanks," he said flatly, and walked over to the warrior den. Why, why did I say I would go...? he thought. I don't want to go with her. I know I'm not like Hollyleaf, but all she going to do is to try and get me to like her again! Lionblaze was so wrapped in his own thoughts that he bumped into Whitewing on her way out. "Lionblaze! Look where your going. Sorry, but what's wrong with you?" she meowed in annoyance.

"O, sorry Whitewing, just tired. I'm going to get some sleep before going on patrol. I'm going on sunhigh patrol instead of Cinderheart." he added, seeing the confused look on her face.

"Ok, you'd better get that sleep then," she said, guessing he was going to his moss bed.

He lay in his soft moss nest, trying to get to sleep. He felt all hot and sticky, although it was only leaf-fall, and the sun wasn't that warm that day. Lionblaze was the only cat in the warrior den, and the scents of his clanmates swarmed around him, stale, but familiar and calming. This helped, and the tom thought sleep was actually coming, but the thoughts provoked the memories of haunted dreams. Lionblaze couldn't help but think back to his dreams with Tigerstar and Hawkfrost watching his every move, and criticising everything he did. He tossed over onto his other side, hoping to air his matted sticky coat. This seemed to help, and his body cooled a bit, and with the familiar scents and sounds around him, Lionblaze finally found sleep.

The sound of rasping breathing stirred him, and Lionblaze snapped his eyes open. He was in a dark forest, a a forest with trees that stood lonely and desolate, with only the fungus on them giving them company. The golden sprung to his feet immediately, and the dry dead bracken crunched eerily underfoot. He knew where he was. He looked up, up towards the treetops, hoping to see a glimmer of light, hoping to see even the tiniest star of hope telling him he wasn't there. But the only thing above him was more eternal darkness. Anger seething inside of him, he looked ahead and mangled body in front of him, it's tabby fur patchy and matted. Tigerstar wasn't too badly injured, but he wasn't looking or feeling the brightest after his last encounter. It was only a few nights ago, the last time he saw him, and Lionblaze still had nasty gash in his side, but somehow it had stayed clean and well hidden under the toms thick golden pelt.

There was a evil looking scar across Tigerstar's stomach, left from where he had ripped it open, but Lionblaze was surprised the dark tabby had healed. He's dead, of course he cant die again! Lionblaze reminded himself. Among the massive toms fresh scars were the red and raw claw marks that the young warrior had happily inflicted. Tufts of dark fur lay scattered around the cluttered clearing, along with other what nots and other unpleasantaries. Tigerstar's small eyes shone darkly like solid amber, which were the colour of his eyes. All the time, Tigerstar's heavy breathing pierced the almost silence in the place of no stars. "So you came back!" the cats voice sounded like boulders grinding together, although Lionblaze wasn't shocked as he had clawed with cold determination at the cats throat. "What does it look like?!" Lionblaze yowled back, his voice cutting through the still stale air.

Without warning, Tigerstar leapt. His movements were slow and rigid, and Lionblaze was right to think that his enemy was still slowly recovering and found it painful to move. The massive tabby's shoulders came hurtling towards the golden tom, but things suddenly seemed to move slowly, almost as if he was watching things in slow motion. With view like this, Lionblaze found it easy to guess the tabby's moves, and dodged out the way. Lionblaze then leapt to, and pounced on the cat, now low on the ground, shocked at his speed. Lionblaze's claws sunk deep into Tigerstar's back flesh, as he had Tigerstar pinned, stomach down. The words were spat out of his mouth."Haven't you learned, scum. Don't pick a fight with me, you're not ready, you'll never be..."

With that, Lionblaze began to rip into Tigerstar's flesh, pulling out clumps of dark fur, splattering even darker blood, and staining both their pelts red. The wounded tom yowled in pain, and the sound chilled Lionblaze, but it gave him a thirst, a thirst that could only be quenched by causing more pain. The feel of bloodied flesh and fur felt good under Lionblaze's paws and claws, and he wanted more. Fur and flesh began flying around even quicker, as Lionblaze's furious tearing rapidly sped up. Tigerstar's yowls penetrated through the toms heart, and found only evil. Through all the pain Tigerstar was badly enduring, he found a happiness. He had done it. He may be dying for a third time, perhaps it should be twelfth, he had finally created pure evil. Lionblaze could never leave the feeling again. It would haunt Lionblaze forever, and finally, one of Tigerstar's kin would create havoc and rule the lake.

Suddenly, a blinding light pierced Lionblaze's view. It blinded him and he immediately stopped his painful attack on the already dead and dying again warrior. The light seemed to be coming from a hole in the landscape. The hole was a rip in the dark forest, and the light in it cleared Lionblaze's mind, until it was clear of violence, clear of hate and loathing, and most importantly, clear of all the thoughts and emotions that had been running through his mind. In the light, sitting in the rip, there seemed to be a silhouette of a cat. Lionblaze knew the cat, he knew the scent of the cat. The shape and scent of this cat reminded him of something, something he thought he knew long ago. It spurred memories of times when things were nearly normal, when life was sort of good. A time when there were four clans, not one that ruled under him. He, he loved this cat, but, she was dead. He had killed her, he had had to kill her...

Violent spasm seemed to pulsate through Lionblaze's body. He felt sick, yet saved at the same time. His stomach twisted and turned through his body, giving Lionblaze and awful nauseating sensation. Lionblaze twisted with his stomach, and ripples of emotion flooded over him, causing the chasms that flowed over his body. "Cinderheart..." the golden tom faintly uttered the single name, and he began to feel better. The dreams and thoughts of the dark and bleak dream of the future began to fade, and he remembered that none of that had happened. It was a dream, there were four clans, he didn't rule over any of them. He was a young warrior of ThunderClan. He had a whole happy life to live.

Lionblaze's eyes snapped open again, and he drew one long breath. The pain that was inside of him seemed to draw to a climax, and then it was gone as he let the breath go. He was lying in the warrior den, his pelt matted and smothered in his stinking sweat. "Lionblaze, you really stink...!" the voice was so familiar and calming, although it was sharp and harsh. Just the way he liked it. Things were back to normal, everything he had just seen was a dream. Lionblaze had never thought he would be happy to hear Jayfeather's harsh words like that, but they lifted his spirits and gave him strength.

A daunting thought suddenly struck him. "What are you doing in hear Jayfeather? Did anyone see me? What just happened?" Lionblaze's last question sounded pitiful and so was his voice. A mischievous look spread across his brothers face.

"Nothing, well checking on you. No too many people saw you. Thornclaw saw you wriggling around and got Leafpool and I to check on you. He's really annoyed with you though, he had to pick Honeyfern to go on patrol instead of you. Leafpool got worried and got Firestar to check, and then everyone else got nosey and had a look to see what's happening-" Jayfeather couldn't hold it in any more and burst out laughing. The look on Lionblaze's face was pure madness. His eyes were wide, ears were back ad lower jaw quivering.

Lionblaze's face returned to usual, but there was some humour and annoyance in it too. He had changed as soon as Jayfeather had started laughing. "Hey! That's not fair. So it was only you that saw me?" he asked. Jayfeather somehow nodded through his fit of hysterics. Lionblaze got up and stepped over his squirming brother to look outside to check the time. He couldn't ask Jayfeather a thing in his current state. Lionblaze had guessed right, his brother had been lying about the time too. It wasn't quite sunhigh, but the odd dream had lasted some time.

Jayfeather crawled out after his brother, an almost serious look on his face. "I know what's been happening. This wasn't the first time you've seen him, so don't make excuses. Lionblaze, he's using you. You didn't see the look on his face while you were tearing the c##/ out of him. I did. He wants you mad, he wants you to enjoy the feel of blood stuck in the claws, like you did back there. And that vision you had, that's going to become true if you don't stop, even about Cinderheart-"

"how did you know? And stop prying into my thoughts. So what if I like her, you've got no right, absolutely no right to talk about he like that." Lionblaze growled, almost launching himself at his brother. But then he realized what his brother had been talking about. He had nearly taken his anger out on his own brother. He had to stop.

An odd look passed through the siblings, and Lionblaze nodded an odd apology. "You'd better go meet up with Thornclaw, they're about to leave." Jayfeather said flatly. The blind tom had so much more to say to both his littermates, but he didn't have time. While he had been 'resting' he had heard and learnt so much, to much to say in one go. It would have to wait. He would tell them as soon as he had a long enough moment with both littermates. "thanks!" Lionblaze said, his voice calm, as he padded towards camp entrance. Both cats let out a small sigh of relief as they saw that somehow no-one had commented, or even seemed to have noticed their little out burst.

A/n, personally I'm into this blood and gore and mystery, if not, don't review in saying your not, as I've finally got the plot planned. Only in my head, but, still...

Wow, again, I have to say, I think that was either my longest, or second to longest. Anyways, you should expect some more long ones, 'cos as I have said, this story has just got good, and I have decided to sort of change it into a bit of my own version of sunrise. I am getting bored of this authors note, so all I have to say is 5 more reviews before I post the next chapter!

P.S: soz about the swearing, Jayfeather was in the same mood I was in last chapter! The anger had to go somewhere!