Mosspath: Not much to say. This is probably going to be rubbish. Did it in an hour. First half whilst watching 'my family', second half while getting ready for bed, and frankly, I'm more exhausted than Lionblaze at the mo.

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors or...zzz, its characters, and I am absolutely exhausted although that has nothing to do with disclaimers.

Here's chapter 6, I think...

Chapter 6

Lionblaze was padding along the trees, dodging outstretched tendrils of brambles and thorns, listening to the crunch of golden leaves, and soaking in the familiar surroundings, whatever possible to ignore Squirrelflight. "Please listen to Lionblaze, I still love you. I don't care if you aren't mine, but it still feels like you are my kit!..."

"I don't care Squirrelflight, you lied to me and my littermates, you lied to us. For all we all we know, we might as well be rogues. So you can stop your pitiful whining and try and live a normal life! You have ruined our lives, but we try to keep going strong, instead of begging for mercy!" although they were both exclaiming, their voices was hushed, and they were both tagging along at the back so as not to get the stares of the other cats on the patrol.

"but you were once mine, and I loved my life, because I loved you. And trust me, you are clan born, you are a loyal strong warrior. You are anyway, even if you weren't..."

"I said...!" and with that, Lionblaze stalked off, leaving the ginger she-cat feeling sad and dejected.

The patrol was nearing the border, and the scent of ShadowClan was strong. It seemed stronger than usual, which gave Lionblaze a sickening feeling in his stomach, almost as bad as the one he had experienced earlier. The other cats on patrol noticed too, as they began to wrinkle their noses. Their scent wafted up their noses, and it was bad. Almost as bad as a badgers. Why do ShadowClan have to have such a putrid smell?! Lionblaze thought as they drew neared. He looked back and saw Squirrelflight far at the back of the patrol, dragging her feet in sadness. Serves that lying she-cat right!

Suddenly there was a yowl of hate from the front of the patrol, and the two looked up, and ran to the front to see what the commotion was. The toms lips curled like the rest of the patrol who had spotted a ShadowClan firstly moving the border right over the two-leg part which marked the border, but then hunting in ThunderClan territory. "What are you doing in ThunderClan territory!" Lionblaze hissed with only the sound of pure hate in his voice, beating Thornclaw to it. There were also five cats in the patrol, but all of them were experienced warriors. "What does it look like? Kittypet scum!" it was Oakfur, and small but lithe tom. Along with this spitting tom was Rowanclaw, Ivyfoot, Kinkfur and Toadfoot. And without warning and any more hostile snarling, the intruding ShadowClan cats leapt at the ready ThunderClan cats.

It was Kinkfur that attacked Lionblaze. The tabby she-cat had bounded right over with surprising speed, but was suddenly winded by the golden tom with even more rapid moves. Lionblaze had leapt at the she-cat and met with her in mid air before knocking her to the ground using his weight advantage. Kinkfur lay winded on the ground, her head spinning and the air knocked out of her lungs. But she soon recovered and kicked her back legs into the toms stomach. But again, Lionblaze was ready. He leapt out the way, but dragged his unsheathed claws over her body, leaving a long scratch over the cat body. "How?!" Kinkfur wasn't the only one to notice Lionblaze's surprising speed. Lionblaze didn't realize, but carried on fighting.

He couldn't help but think back to his dream. His slow motion view was exactly the same as it had been in his dream, and this advantage was obviously getting the better of Kinkfur just as much as it had with Tigerstar. The two cats fought ferociously, leaving nasty bashes and bruises on each. The oddly furred she-cat somehow managed to gash out a clump of fur from Lionblaze's underbelly, but to her surprise, he kept fighting, ignoring the obvious pain he was in. But the tom felt nothing, and kept going. He knew he could easily take out the she-cat, but he knew and longed not to turn out like the dark tom. But Kinkfur had had enough. She had several deep scratches all over, one going all the way across her underside. But she held on to life, and leapt away, retreating to camp.

Lionblaze didn't guess what she was up to at first, and had rushed to Icepaw's side, helping her against Rowanclaw, a ginger tom twice the size of the apprentice. He had jumped onto his back with Icepaw and had started clawing out fur like the she-cat. But then it suddenly dawned on him as Rowanclaw collapsed, as the weight of Icepaw wand Lionblaze was too much for the tom to carry. Taking one last long rake down Rowanclaw's back, he watched the blood swell up and yowled to his clanmates. "They are getting more reinforcements! Icepaw, go back and get help!" Icepaw nodded, and the ThunderClan warriors acknowledged the warning, keeping their ears pricked for the sound of more cats from over the border. Lionblaze suddenly had some doubts in his outright orders. As Icepaw ran into the undergrowth, he saw how badly wounded she was. She had a long cut going down her back. Although it wasn't deep, the she-cats usual immaculate white pelt was badly splattered with her blood. And there were the usual claw marks and tufty fur.

"Just you and me now!" snarled the ginger tom, recovering himself from his fall. The cats voice brought Lionblaze's thoughts back to the battle. Face to face, the each waited for the other to attack. The stench of ShadowClan was obviously strong, but it seemed wrong, this was ThunderClan territory! The crisp golden leaves that now covered the ground was splattered with blood, and there were several pieces of freshkill lying around that ShadowClan had caught. Stop thinking like Hollyleaf and get back to the battle! a voice inside of Lionblaze yowled. And he did. He lept at Rowanclaw, pinning him down. He then raked his shoulders and injected his sharp claws into the tom ginger fur and flesh. Some blood spurted out, and a pained grimace made it's way onto Rowanclaw's face. As the battle in front of him sped up, sight slowed down. Rowanclaw sagged under Lionblaze's weight, hoping that he would fall for the trick, but the gold cat had fallen for that trick enough times with Tigerstar.

So, instead, he did what he did with Tigerstar. He raked his claws along Rowanclaw's limbs, but let his weight on him slacken so ShadowClan cat would get up to retaliate. He did. Rowanclaw sprang up, blood trickling down his wounds, and lunged at Lionblaze. The battle continued like this, all the cats were evenly matched, except from Lionblaze and Rowanclaw. Then ginger tom was being badly battered, and Lionblaze was enjoying it. Suddenly, the stench of ShadowClan grew stronger, and the sound of battle yowls grew louder. Letting concentration drop for just a moment, Lionblaze looked up and confirmed his hunch. The extra ShadowClan cats were coming. But that was enough time for Rowanclaw and he dug his claws into Lionblaze and pulled. Wincing in pain as a large clump of fur came out, he jumped into the air and twisted out of his enemy's reach, and putting himself in a prime attacking position.

But yet, no sound or scent of ThunderClan came, and the ShadowClan reinforcements came even closer, until they were upon the battle and on the ThunderClan cats. Kinkfur was missing, and Lionblaze did a leap of victory as he thought of her lying painfully on the ShadowClan medicine cat den. But now, it was at least three against one, and the fire that had burnt inside of Lionblaze was soon put out. The excitement of battle was gone as the enemy was mauling the ThunderClan warriors. "RETREAT!" Thornclaw suddenly yowl, and Lionblaze tried to wriggle out from under Smokefoot, Rowanclaw and Russetfur. But they had him firmly pinned down. Lionblaze tried the old limp trick, but the ShadowClan cats kept hold. But he wouldn't give up. The amber fire burning in his eyes was still going, though subdued.

He tried to wriggle out of the cats' grasp, but the more he did, the more there dirty claws dug into him. He looked through their legs, and saw Thornclaw and Whitewing get up, but Squirrelflight in a similar position to him. He saw the longing in both the free cats' minds to leap back in and help, but we all knew that that wouldn't help us at all. "We'll be back!" he heard Thornclaw say under his breath. But what really shocked Lionblaze was the fact that the ShadowClan cats that weren't pinning anyone down didn't go chasing after Whitewing and Thornclaw. But as soon as the two fleeing cats were out of sight they forced the Lionblaze and Squirrelflight up to their feet. "Your now officially prisoners of ShadowClan and you shall remain in our camp until we decide we have nothing better to do with you!" It was Russetfur that spoke, and the cats all laughed at her last comment. It was an awful ear splitting sound.

"spare us our ears at least and shut that rubbish up!" the voice was Squirrelflight's and it shocked Lionblaze, as the only voice he had heard from her recently was a quiet and timid one whilst she begged Lionblaze and his littermates for forgiveness.

The prisoners were shoved to their feet, and kept apart, which Lionblaze guessed was meant to annoy them, though Lionblaze was actually grateful, and they both kept their mouths shut. To stop them running away, the code breaking cats circled around the prisoners, in a sort of barriers to help prevent them from escaping. The stench of ShadowClan grew stronger as they crossed the border, well, the correct border at least. Anger burnt inside of Lionblaze, though he somehow suppressed it, and told himself he would use it later, when he really needed it. But ShadowClan smell made the ThunderClan cats' noses sting, and the fresh wounds they had stung even more as the mocking, jeering traitors prodded them. After what soon seemed like a moon, they made it to the ShadowClan camp. It had a tattered and rather useless bramble screen border, which rather than hiding the camp, made it easier to spot as it was in such a disgraceful state.

Lionblaze's was shoved through the 'tunnel' first. He was pushed in roughly, and he guessed that they wanted his fur to snag, but the plant was so lifeless that all it did was stick to his fur in clumps as he came out on the other end. He knew this could have been a good time to attack, as no one was surrounding him, but he was too tired and achy. Once out the other end, Russetfur and Oakfur shoved him further into camp so the rest of the snivelling cats could get in, Squirrelflight among them. ShadowClan Camp was a large, but now rather rancid and what was once a grassy hollow, and the smell that hit the prisoners noses' made them think they had taken a detour to the ShadowClan's dirtplace. Though, once in the camp they were unsure if they ShadowClan knew what one was. There were seven dens in the camp, six of them larger and more well built than the seventh, though all were despicably made and falling apart. Lionblaze assumed that the smaller seventh one was theirs. And he was right.

Also in camp, was a measly rotting pile of crow food, and the ThunderClan cats were right to think and dread that that was ShadowClan's freshkill pile. There also seemed to be many cats crowding round one of the larger dens, and seeing the queasy looks on the cats there faces, he was right again to guess that was the medicine cat den. With several rough shoves, the two prisoners were barged into the terribly made den and left there. Once going through the entrance to it, Lionblaze pondered whether the reason for it's tiny entrance was because ShadowClan were awful builders, they were having a rough leaf-fall, or if they just wanted their prisoners to have the roughest time possible.

It was easy to tell that the den had been made newly, so the cats knew that ShadowClan had been planning to take prisoners in for quite a while. But the awful smell inside told them that ShadowClan had been told to make dirt in there whenever they couldn't be bothered to do it anywhere else. "looks like we're stuck here!" Squirrelflight murmured, yet all Lionblaze could do in reply was roll his eyes.

"Really, I never noticed. But, I'm not sure about you, but I'm not staying here long, and it's not just because of the smell!" Squirrelflight really didn't like his sarcasm and turned away, and curls up on the hard soily ground. Lionblaze curls up too, feeling exhausted after the short battle. Was it really that short? he thought as he tried in vain to get comfortable. He may have been resting, but Lionblaze had no intention of sleeping, so instead just tried to think, think about everything that had hppened, everything that had had happened previously that day. And I thought Squirrelflight had really messed my life up when she revealed her secret, but what's happened, everything has changed; even more!

Lionblaze wasn't sure where to start, but decided to think about he fight with Tigerstar, and the odd bloodthirsty sensation he had felt. It was gone now, but I seemed to have almost happened again in the battle as he fought with Kinkfur. And then the way everything had become slower, and how he had had the strange advantage. He was sure when he was in the mountains that he was part of the prophecy and couldn't get hurt, but now he knew it was nonsense, but it still confused him. But what had happened that day was completely different. Was it some other power, some other random nonsense to do with the prophecy that couldn't be part off...

Then there was the second part of that dream, the part with the light, and Cinderheart. How had she gotten there, or was she actually there at all. What was Jayfeather so keen to talk about. Had the light and rip in the dark forest been caused by StarClan to get him to leave the evil place, or was it an even smaller power...was it Jayfeather, and his odd power that couldn't be possible as he too couldn't be part of the prophecy. But if he was, if they were, that would mean they would be more powerful that StarClan.

And finally, ShadowClan. Why did they need to take prisoners? Why did they need to steal territory? Were they really that desperate? And why was camp such a mess? All the dens were in terrible state. The 'freshkill' pile, which was the size you would expect in the harshest of leaf bares, was full of crow rood. Rotting rotting freshkill. How did that work? Why were all the cats crowding around the medicine cat? And come to mention, where was Blackstar, and the authority and warrior code in ShadowClan now? Questions about ShadowClan camp swarmed around like angry bees in Lionblaze's mind, and he groaned quietly, and turned over onto his other side, hoping to relieve some pain from his swollen side that he had been lying on.

"Lionblaze? I've got something to tell you," and the sound of fur and hard soil clashing told Lionblaze that his foster mother had gotten up.

"what now?!" Lionblaze replied, sounding almost like Jayfeather.

"I need to tell you something important, something about your parents..."

Hollyleaf suddenly sprang to her feet and snapped her eyes open. She was in the middle of ThunderClan camp, standing beside Mousewhisker who was still resting. Hollyleaf's breathing was rapid, and her fur seemed to stand on end. "What just happened?!" she murmured rather loudly under her breath. She had had a dream, but it was like no other she had had before. It had actually seemed real, and it wasn't about happy things about hunting and lush green forests that she liked, but darkness, pain, hate and loathing. But there was one person she knew she could talk to, who naturally should know about dreams, but his were probably the oddest, even for a medicine cat.

Hollyleaf briskly padded into the medicine cat den, and her eyes widened in shock as she saw her brother lying down beside Cinderheart. No one was awake in the medicine cat den except from her, and anger flared in her. She knew what was happening, and he was breaking the warrior code. But a memory flashed in her mind, and she remembered an even bigger violation of the warrior code she had seen before, and she pushed the disgusting thoughts of Jayfeather and Cinderheart out of his mind. "Jayfeather!" Hollyleaf's voice was hushed, but loud, and to make sure her useless brother woke up, she shoved Jayfeather hard in the side, claws sheathed, but hard enough to leave a small mark. She was careful not to wake her friend though.

Jayfeather's eyes suddenly flashed open, and embarrassment flared into his eyes. "Just forget about that for now-" she indicated Cinderheart with her tail,"-I need to talk to you. I had an dream." Jayfeather shook his head, trying to get rid of his sleepiness.

"Yes, carry on..."

"Well, I was in ThunderClan territory, but there was a scent of ShadowClan, and it was strong. I know I was by the border, but it was too strong. And then there was this yowl, and I bounded up to where it had come from. The cat that had yowled was Thornclaw, and with Thornclaw was Whitewing, Icepaw, Squirrelflight and I." she spat out the name like a piece of bad freshkill.

"Yes, yes, carry on..."

"Well, there was some yowling, and then there was a battle. It was really odd, I don't understand it. It didn't last too long- but anyway, that's not the important part. Squirrelflight and Lionblaze have been taken prisoners by ShadowClan...!

A/n YAYAYAYAYAY, it's a cliffie

Yeah, sorry again, I lied, I said five reviews, but since I'm kinda changing this into a Sunrise thingy, I want to get as much as this done before it's published. But this is probably the last chapter i'll be posting in a while 'cos schools starting tomorrow, and so basically lots of homwork and etc. so yeah, I will try to update as fast as possible. But this time I do mean five reviews before next chapter. That's all. Nighty night!

Mosspath