Hello peoples! 130 reviews! Thanks! And don't give me any more cats; I just gave a prize to Emberheart0 cause she was the 100th reviewer . . . anyway, I know the last chapter wasn't the best, so I've decided to put this up!

Disclaimer: Yes, I own warriors.

Some Idiot: YOU DO? CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH, ERIN?

Me: I was joking!

Some Idiot: Oh. Can I still have your autograph?

Me: Sure!

The sun was just beginning to rise above RiverClan camp. Stormsky sighed and began to groom himself. His paws were aching to run like a WindClan cat back to his real home. The smell of fish wasn't getting any more appealing, even if the RiverClan cats were nice as could be.

"When are you gonna go home?"

Stormsky looked down to see Thrushkit staring up at him with wide blue eyes. Stormsky locked eyes and honestly mewed, "I don't know."

Blackkit joined her sister and added, "Yellowclaw and Thrushfeather said it was safe to drink and catch fish from our river now."

"It is," Stormsky agreed. "Just . . . I feel like we didn't finish something."

"What is it?" Thrushkit asked.

"Can you tell us?" Blackkit pried.

Stormsky surveyed the two she-kits. Did young cats constantly ask why? He didn't remember much of his history as Rainkit of WindClan, but had he constantly asked why?

"No, I can't tell you," he told the kits.

"Why not?" complained Blackkit.

"Is it a secret?" Thrushkit mewed, her blue eyes widening even more, if that was possible.

"Yes, it's a secret," Stormsky lied. His tail twitched.

"No, it's not!" Blackkit hissed. She lashed her dark gray tail.

"Yes, it is," Stormsky replied. With that, he turned away and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. He was careful not to pick out any prey that had been touched by a fish. The kits were quite amusing to him. He picked up a mouse by its tail and began to chew it.

"Hey, Stormsky."

The warrior looked up. Mossfur was padding towards him, a friendly gleam in her eyes. "Would you like to come on patrol with me, Yellowclaw, Nightpath, and Mudpaw? We're going to see if there's any more silver stuff."

"Sure, I'll come," Stormsky nodded, hurriedly polishing off his mouse. He followed Mossfur to the rest of the patrol,who were waiting patiently.

The group of cats padded through RiverClan territory, sniffing for the odd scent of the silvery liquid. "What's that smell?" Mudpaw asked suddenly.

"Um . . ." Nightpath scented the air. "Badger," he hissed. "Fresh, too."

"It passed this area probably heartbeats ago," Mossfur put in. "It's strong, too."

Stormsky and Yellowclaw remained silent, shooting frightened glances to each other. Neither of them had ever seen a badger, but they knew they were big black-and-white beasts that could snap a cat's neck with a swipe of its paw.

Rustling from the bushes behind Mudpaw made the cats jump. Nightpath stood in front of his apprentice protectively. Stormsky unsheathed his claws nervously, as did Yellowclaw. Mossfur began to bristle as she let out a low growl.

A humongous creature leaped from the bushes, snarling. It smelled of fish, as if it had recently caught one, and its fur was ruffled. Its black eyes gleamed like beetles. Stormsky's pelt bristled with fur. Yellowclaw let out a yowl of shock as the badger leaped for Mossfur, claws oustretched.

Stormsky jumped to save his friend, but Nightpath got there faster. The badger crashed right into the black warrior. Nightpath let out a yowl of agony as his back leg snapped under the badger's weight. He went down and didn't get back up.

"Nightpath!" Mudpaw screeched. The brown apprentice sprung onto the badger's back, claws tearing at its fur furiously. The badger growled and shook hard, trying to throw off Mudpaw. But the she-cat was wild with anger and she refused to let go.

Mossfur was still scared with shock. Her eyes were focused on Nightpath, who had still not jumped to his paws. "Move!" Yellowclaw hissed, pushing her off to the side. "Get help!"

Mossfur nodded blankly, not seeming to notice she was listening to a WindClan cat.

Stormsky watched as the badger bucked Mudpaw off its shoulders. The warrior had been plotting his scheme carefully. Now he slipped under the badger's legs and bit its hind leg as it turned in annoyance towards him.

But Stormsky was quick; he wasn't there when the badger looked towards him. He was merely a blur in the badger's eyes. He barreled into its stomach, sending the black-and-white creature stumbling.

The badger swiped a heavy paw at Stormsky's head. The dark warrior had no time to duck; his vision blurred as the badger's paw connected with the side of his head painfully.

The warrior stumbled then collapsed. His eyes threatened to close. He heard Yellowclaw yowl, "Stormsky!"

And before he blacked out, he thought he heard her cry, "I love you!"

Cliffie, I guess . . . anyway, review! Sorry if this chapter wasn't really good- but I thought it was OK. Anyway, I'll update again on either Saturday or Sunday. Until then, later! :)