Mosspath: Did I say five more reviews? Well, if I did ignore that, but please review every chapter that you read anyway. WOW! I wrote this chapter in like two hours. Well, once you've read it, I'll guess it will show as it isn't too good. But three updates in two days. Actually it's four updates if you count my other story... anyways:

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Chapter 7

"What? How do you know? I mean, I don't know, but what gives you that idea?"

"My dream!"

"Shh, you'll wake Cinderheart. And, its just a dream."

"No, it's not. It felt so real, it felt like I was there. And when I was fighting, I noticed I had golden paws. I was Lionblaze. ShadowClan have taken Lionblaze into their camp, and their going to keep them hostage. Probably so they can get more land or something, because their camp is in a terrible state, and we've got to do something!" and with that the stroppy black she-cat stormed out the medicine cat den, and was on the way to highledge and Firestar's den when she bumped into Thornclaw. "Sorry Thornclaw!"

And she charged up the rocky steps, her pads sore from her speed. Thornclaw was right behind her, keeping pace. "I said sorry, Thornclaw!" and once at the top, she saw what a state he was in. Both ears were badly shredded, he had claws marks across his muzzle and several deep grazes on his back. "what-" and then she remembered, and they both charged into Firestar's den.

"ShadowClan have just attac-!" the two puffed out cats looked at other in an odd way, as they had both started exactly the same words.

"How did-?"

"Just tell him!"

"Tell 'him' what!?" Firestar's commanding voice drowned the two confused cats out.

"O, er. Well, like we thought, ShadowClan had moved the borders, but they then had the cheek to actually hunt on our territory..." Hollyleaf head a growl rising in both the cats voices and ran out the den, as she had a much better idea, one that didn't involve the whole of ThunderClan ambushing ShadowClan camp.

Again, she sprinted along the rocky foot holds, but this time she leapt down, almost tumbling over. Once at the bottom she missed the last steps and leapt to the medicine cat den. "Jayfeather, we've got to go to ShadowClan-" she stopped as she needed to get her breath back, and Leafpool was now back in the medicine cat den, tending to Sandstorm. She hushed her voice and whispered into one of Jayfeather's ears. "we need to go to ShadowClan and help get our brother, and annoyingly Squirrelflight, back! We cant have the whole of the clan charging into ShadowClan!"
"Why not? It would pay them a lesson, and why me?"

"Because ShadowClan are having a bad time. They might not be healthy but they are rough and determined to do anything, including killing, and we cant have half the clan charging into their territory, we'd be ripped up!

"And so would we! But I'm coming, I have to clean the ticks off of Mousefur and Longtail as punishment for leaving this morning. I'm not staying!"

"come on then!" Hollyleaf was already bounding swiftly to the entrance dodging the cats in clearing. She looked up and guessed that Firestar was about to call a clan meeting. She looked back and saw Jayfeather carefully, but slowly, making his way to join her. Annoyance spurred through her, but she went back to help her blind brother.

"All cats old-" that was the last they heard of the camp as the two littermates ran through the undergrowth, side by side. Hollyleaf's flank was pressed to Jayfeather's as she guided his through the forest. But even with her strong firm support, she felt her brother slip and trip helplessly, but she wouldn't give up and leapt to his side every time. But soon she began to ponder if bringing her sightless littermate with her. He could help her so much when they got to the ShadowClan camp, but on the journey he was much of a hindrance. If they didn't get to the foul smelling camp soon it would be too late and there would be even more tension between the rival clans.

Keep going Jayfeather! she urged silently in her mind. He must have somehow heard her plea, and sped up, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lift his head high and felt him press closer to her side to keep his balance. But then a scent far worse that the two cats could imagine struck then like the sides of the two leg nest. They were in clear air for a moment, but then suddenly a scent like rotting fresh kill and the dirtplace tunnel put together hit them. It stung their noses, and slowed their progress, as they hesitated as the smell made them wonder how bad a state the clan was actually in.

and Hollyleaf then saw why. They were finally nearing the border, where the cats had fought, but seeing the results of the battle in real life was more shocking than actually dreaming it, no matter how realistic the images she had viewed in her sleep had been. The dried leaves and bracken that covered the forest floor was spattered with so much blood, and there were tufts of fur that smelt and looked to familiar for her likings everywhere. Any plants that were still alive in that leaf-fall had been trampled and squashed,, though Hollyleaf pitied any cat that had landed on the torn bushes. And the scent, it wasn't just ShadowClan scent that made Hollyleaf's dry out in disgust. The smell of blood was overpowering, and although both their jaws were clamped shut, they could taste the tangy flavour in their mouths.

"Come on, we're nearly there!" and the black she-cat ploughed on into the pine forest. But she felt something missing, the warmth against her pelt. She looked back and saw Jayfeather standing stcok still, ears prick, and eyes in a focused position. She knew he had noticed that she had left, the blind cat could easily tell that much, but that he was actually listening for something. He then parted his jaws, though Hollyleaf wondered why as the smell and taste of the battle that had taken place was bad enough with jaws closed. And even if he was looking for a scent, he would never be able to get anything through the stench of blood.

There was no sign of prey, or life, just darkness and death. Jayfeather's ears were pricked and wide, and so were his jaws. He was sure he had heard something, and then smelt something. Prey? No, it couldn't have been, all living things with legs of wings had fled at the sound of cats. The wind? No, this was something living, something with its own proper scent, and they were in ThunderClan, not WindClan where the wind seemed to have its own mind. Cat? Yes, that was it, but who, and why. Were they spying, watching, stalking, or just so happening to be passing along?

Hollyleaf took a step closer, and quietly spoke. "Jayfeather?"

"O, sorry, nothing, I thought I heard something..." The smoky grey tom's voice was distant, but he didn't realize. He turned back towards his sister, and found his place by her side, and they carried on. But it wasn't nothing, he was certain he had heard footsteps. It was hard to keep feet silent on the dried debris covered floor, and they both would easily be able to tell if a ThunderClan patrol was coming. But this, this was different. The paws steps sounded as if they were hoping to be as silent as possible. And before he had opened his mouth, he was sure he had smelt a familiar scent on the breeze that had for just a moment changed its direction. And he knew that scent, he knew it so well. He had smelt it everyday since his sixth moon, everyday, every night. Almost every concious moment in his life he had scented that cat, and he could tell who its was from miles of, and he had recognized it then. Leafpool!

But they were well into ShadowClan territory now, and there was know point mentioning anything now. He was close to his siblings warm body, but not as pressed to her as earlier. There was no undergrowth in ShadowClan territory, except from the occasional burst where the light shone through. But there wasn't enough to trip him, but all he needed was to no where the odd smelling trees were. Fast approaching foot steps instinctively made Jayfeather look up. He parted his jaws and ignored the rancid stench of ShadowClan. And then he found it. "Lionblaze!"
"What?!" Jayfeather shook his head at Hollyleaf's slowness.

"they've made a break out. Their coming, they escaped. But they're being followed. So we've got to help them. There are one or two ShadowClan cats following them, and when they run past, you leap at them!"

"What?!" Hollyleaf repeated.

"just do it!" the confused she-cat nodded, confused, but she would do what her brother said. But then she finally heard the thudding of feet on the hard earthy ground.

Jayfeather crept behind a tree to stay behind the bloody battle that was approaching, and Hollyleaf sighed as she noticed that he had found one easily enough. He sensed it, and pushed down the urge to chuckle. A battle was approaching, be serious Jayfeather! But what was happening in front of him was beyond seriousness. Of course, he couldn't see anything, but he felt the feelings and emotions that rushed through Hollyleaf, and her mind seemed more open than ever. Light engulfed him again, and he knew what was happening. He opened his eyes, expecting to see the still ground around him, well Hollyleaf, and here the faint sound of approaching feet. But instead he saw golden paws rush out in front of him, and the ground rocking and almost flying under him. Is this what it's like to look down when your running? Jayfeather questioned himself. But there was no time for that, as he suddenly thought he smelt Hollyleaf and himself. Odd? Of course! Hollyleaf wasn't joking about her dream earlier. She must be having a vision now, of Lionblaze as he and Squirrelflight are running closer!

Darkness came back to him, but he wasn't in his own mind. Jayfeather was about to do more prying in Hollyleaf's mind when yowling split his thoughts like a claw through a leaf, and his own usual thoughts were in his concious mind. But the voice that had made the yowl was familiar, and so were the scents that followed it. "Hollyleaf? Jayfeather-?"

"Just fight!" Hollyleaf retorted. If it had been Squirrelflight she would have remained silent, but because it had been her brother she just gave a sharp reply. He guessed the two cats had stopped squabbling as a moment of silence came. None of them knew how long it had lasted for. They all wanted it to last for eternity, and so it almost seemed that way, yet they were unsure if it had only been a heartbeat of quiet. But, no matter how long it lasted for, it was suddenly broken by a yowl of happiness and almost joy, but then followed by two others of shock, hate and loathing in each!

Jayfeather wanted to see what was happening in the fight in front of him, and longed to help too, but he remained in his place behind the tree, and remained silent and still, hoping that no one saw him. He knew the battle a few tail lengths away from him was a vicious one, he didn't need sight to tell him that! He heard yowls of pain and agony, as well as hissing and snarls. There were screams of triumph and happiness, and he recognized Lionblaze's voice, and guessed that he had taken down a ShadowClan warrior. More sounds of anger and bloodshed continued, and he recognized all the voices of ShadowClan; ThunderClan were winning! But his thoughts of the battle behind of him were shattered as a battle in front of him began...

the scent of ShadowClan cat was right behind him. He felt the vibrations through the ground as a tom crept slowly towards him. He assumed that the warrior didn't know that he knew he was there, so acted dumb, and closed his eyes to work out where the cat was. I may be blind but I'm not deaf! he thought in anger, as the ShadowClan's cats' footsteps were louder than a badgers. And then Jayfeather had him. The ShadowClan tom was right behind him, and using all his strength and speed, Jayfeather whipped round, claws unsheathed, and sent a rapid paw across the cats face. The cat that Jayfeather now recognized as Crowfrost from gatherings. He knew the scent, and had heard cats chatting and knew the name. "Crowfrost, your a pathetic pieces of fox dung. I'm not deaf you know!"

Jayfeather lapped in the sense of shock and pain from black and white cat, firstly, from the pain of the scar that the blind medicine cat had inflicted, and then the shock of Jayfeather then knowing his name. How did he attack me! Jayfeather heard the thought radiate out of his mind. "Like this!" he replied to the thought out loud, and leapt at him, estimating his jump and landing squarely on Crowfrost's shoulders. "Your a warrior, you should always be prepared!" and Jayfeather began tearing out thick clumps of black and white fur from the cats pelt. Crowfrost has been so amazed at Jayfeather's attack that he had stood there confused. But now he was yowling in pain again from the agony that shot through his shoulders and all down his back. Through the stench of Crowfrost, Jayfeather smelt Leafpool again, and felt the cat beneath him sag in exhaustion. Jayfeather sprang up off the cat, and he heard Crowfrost scramble to his paws and flee. After a few moments he noticed that the yowling had stopped, and that the scent of ShadowClan was so much weaker.

"What's just happened?" Jayfeather asked. He concentrated on his senses, and worked out that the all the ShadowClan cats had fled, and that his siblings, Leafpool and Squirrelflight were standing nearby. All of them were panting in exhaustion from the fight, including Leafpool. No one answered, and he shook his head, knowing that he wouldn't get an answer. "can we at least get off this foul territory then?" They all nodded in agreement, and the five cats began to head beck to ThunderClan territory, all silent and and quiet. No one dared to speak, unsure if they did, how their voices would turn out. Hollyleaf was walking on the opposite end from Squirrelflight, and Jayfeather was next to her, trying to not get too close to Leafpool, leaving Lionblaze stuck in the middle.

The different thoughts of hate still lingered in the cats minds, and Jayfeather knew that they weren't all still thinking of the fierce but short lived battle. His pelt stung as they thoughts seemed to fire over from one cat to the other like balls of flame. He shook his head and tried to ignore the constant nagging and sense of hate among the small family of cats. If there was that much hate in-between just those cats, who knows how much there is in ThunderClan...

A/n not much to say, just please read and review

Yeah, not much to say. Hope you like it, and find that the story is moving quicker. If you didn't understand anything, which you probably didn't as it was a rush, please tell me and I will update you on what has happened in the last few hectic chapters. I think that's all I have to say!

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