When Midnight Strikes

Thank you, snowstripe482 and RandomWarriorsFan228 for reviewing! If anyone is confused by what I mean about the original of this, just PM me and I'll show you the story link. I deleted it, but I still have the files of it XD. It's actually called The Midnight Sky… Well *cough* anyways, here's the next chapter!

Chapter 4

Midnightpaw pounced on the mouse just as it dropped a nut and was about to run away in fear. Warm blood leaked through the slash she had made and she hesitantly licked her paws. She vaguely remembered what Yellowgaze had said that morning.

The fluffy black she-cat stretched as she padded out of the apprentice's den, Graypaw not far behind. "Snowpaw can be annoying sometimes," Midnightpaw muttered, her fur fluffed up slightly.

"Why doesn't your sister seem to like you… or me?" Graypaw asked, tilting his head at her.

"I don't think she likes rogues… and when I went to congratulate you, she got mad at me," the apprentice meowed, glancing at the white flop of fur in the den. "I just wish she would forgive me already…"

"Don't worry; she'll start talking to you soon."

"Hey Midnightpaw, come here!" Yellowgaze's voice echoed through the clearing, and said apprentice flattened her ears in anger.

She stalked over to her cream-yellow furred mentor. "What do you want, Yellowgaze?" Midnightpaw asked.

"I want you to catch three prey today. And bring a mouse for Jaggedleg—you know how cranky elders get," Yellowgaze ordered, her fluffy tail moving side-to-side slightly behind her. "Don't forget, either, or I'll have your pelt, puny apprentice!"

Midnightpaw really needed her pelt for leaf-bare, and it was right around the corner. She couldn't afford to lose it, so she had rushed out of camp without a second thought. She stared down at the dead mouse between her paws, slowly making a small hole so she could bury it there. After she was done, she started heading towards the lake to see if she could find prey there.

She skidded to a halt when she saw something white among the green bushes. Midnightpaw stalked forward slowly, making sure her scent was blowing its way. Whatever that animal was, it smelled great. Just as she was about to pounce, a twig snapped somewhere close-by, and it hopped away.

Eager to see who ruined her chances of food so she could pound them to a pulp, she whipped around…

To see Snowpaw….

"Snowpaw, what are you doing here?" Midnightpaw asked, looking at her sister with wide golden eyes.

"Ruining your day. Nothin' special," Snowpaw meowed, shrugging. "Look Midnightpaw, Graypaw's bad news, and you need to stay away from him. He'll just end up breaking your heart."

"N-no, Graypaw's too nice to do that," the black apprentice retorted, glaring at Snowpaw hatefully. "You're just making this up so you can ruin my day more."

"Who said I was?" Midnightpaw's sister circled her slowly, her crystal blue eyes narrowing. "It's clear Kestrelstar wanted to make sure he didn't end up betraying us by giving him Stormheart as a mentor. And since I'm Kestrelstar's apprentice, that requires me to watch anyone that makes friends with him. I have the right to rip your pelt off right now."

Could Snowpaw actually be right? Am I betraying the warrior code by being friends with Graypaw? Midnightpaw just continued to glare at Snowpaw. But still… just because she's Kestrelstar's apprentice doesn't mean she can get anything she wants! "I don't believe you," the fluffy apprentice spat. "Just leave Graypaw and I alone. He's the only real friend I have."

"Are you saying I'm not your friend?" Snowpaw spat, her eyes shining with malice.

Midnightpaw dug her claws into the sand, her fur bristling. "If you think I'm your friend, you're hare-brained!"

"You wouldn't dare say that to my face in camp," the white she-cat challenged, taking a step forward.

"Try me."

Snowpaw let out a yowl of fury and launched herself at Midnightpaw, claws scoring her flank. Hissing, the other apprentice swiped her paw at her sister, creating a nick in her ear.

After a five minute tussle, they finally pulled apart. Midnightpaw was drenched in blood, and Snowpaw looked exactly the same. Other than a few scratches though, they were fine.

"This isn't over," Snowpaw hissed through gritted teeth.

"Right back at you," Midnightpaw growled. And with that they both turned around and sped through the forest.

"You're late," Yellowgaze commented as Midnightpaw trudged through the camp. "And what's with all those scratches?"

"I ran into a fox," the black she-cat murmured, dropping two thrushes into the prey pile a few pawsteps away and then veering to the side to drop a mouse at Jaggedleg's paws.

"A fox, you say?" the cream-yellow furred she-cat asked, her whiskers twitching slightly. "We would've noticed it by now. Now if you have nothing better to do, go see if Snowpaw needs help with something."

Midnightpaw just groaned and padded towards her snow-white sister.

Ugh… not much of a filler if you ask me, and this chapter was sorta off… sorry about that. *sweatdrop* Now, even if you didn't like the chapter, flame and criticize all you want, I don't mind.

~Orangeflight of ShadowClan