Hiya! Sorry this update took so long. I've had it sitting around for StarClan knows how long. But yes I have finally uploaded this and hope you guys enjoy it c: Next chapter should be a bit more interesting in my opinion but who knows,

Primrosebutterfly: Ah yes it was fun writing the memory. I've been getting a few pointers from another reviewers so I decided to write that memory. Thanks for all your support and lovely reviews :D

Onto the story!

Greypaw's POV

Greypaw scored her claws down the she-cat's flank and nipped at the attacker's ear. The she-cat yowled and rolled, squishing Greypaw underneath her.

Greypaw hissed with annoyance as the she-cat pinned her down, snarling in her face. "Warriors don't kill to win their battles" Greypaw sneered at the she-cat and watched in satisfaction as her fur stood on end.

"Did you say that to Otterheart before you killed him you sick cat?" the she-cat mewed unevenly, raising her paw up with her claws unsheathed.

Greypaw watched, fear spreading through her body at the thought of dying. Suddenly a flash of white was on the cat's back, and blood came raining down on Greypaw.

"You keep your paws off my sister Lilyheart!" Snowpaw snarled, shredding the she-cat's ear. A wail rose from Lilyheart's throat as she tossed Snowpaw off and turned tail and ran.

Greypaw watched as Snowpaw shakily got up and shook her fur, blood droplets sprinkling off her fur. "Snowpaw your wounds opened up again" Greypaw fretted, sniffing over her sister.

"We don't have time to worry about that! The RiverClan warriors are closing in on the nursery and we have to protect the queens and elders" Snowpaw meowed firmly.

Greypaw watched in awe as her sister limped over to the nursery and she stopped and looked at Greypaw

"Even if we do hate them, they're all we have left" her sister meowed sadly as she limped off, Brackenflame close behind her.

Greypaw felt a hot breath behind her and she turned, looking the RiverClan leader in the eyes, his fur matted with blood. "Stormstar…" she gasped as she tried to back up. As the RiverClan leader advanced she felt more dread rippling through her.

"So you're the softie's apprentice. That worthless leader couldn't even beat me when I took one of his lives!" Stormstar chuckled.

Greypaw stood frozen and realized that the pale grey tom was talking about Sunstar. Greypaw felt the fear drip away and leaped at Stormstar.

"You murderer! How dare you attack him!" she hissed, her claws raking down his muzzle. The big tom reared back in surprise as the little apprentice fought back with ferocity.

Stormstar lashed his tail and lunged at Greypaw, his claws connecting with her cheek. Greypaw let out a yowl of protest as pain flared in her face. She felt the blood trickle down her face and lunged under Stormstar, fitting under him snugly. She gave a single heave, knocking the tom off balance as she pinned him down; her claws tearing open his throat, making him lose a life.

A she-cat let out a wail of despair and Greypaw was knocked off the unmoving body. "No you promised! You promised to be more careful this battle!" the silver tabby wailed pitifully.

Greypaw stood up and gingerly touched her cheek with her paw, wincing at the deep claw marks.

"You piece of crow-food! You killed my mate! He had kits on the way!" she snarled, lunging at Greypaw. Greypaw yowled in surprise and swatted at the she-cat, becoming aware of how heavy the she-cat was, and that her belly was lower than the rest of her clan mates.

"He's a leader! He should have more than one life" Greypaw retorted, snorting as the silver tabby jumped off her quickly, sniffing at Stormstar.

Stormstar stirred and stood up shakily, glaring at the apprentice. "You'll pay for this apprentice." He growled, stalking out of the entrance.

The silver tabby turned to Greypaw and leaped at her again, clawing every inch of her, slicing her ears. Greypaw screeched in agony and squirmed under the queen's claws.

"Willowflower that's enough!" a voice hissed. Greypaw opened her eyes and spotted Redfeather. The tom glared at her, freezing her movements.

"You know, I always thought you would be the father to my kits, but when you refused to bring me to your camp I knew you weren't loyal to me as you proclaimed" Willowflower murmured sadly.

"Where my loyalties lie is none of your business, but if you must know it's with that scrawny cat under you." Redfeather snorted, flicking his tail lazily.

Anger sparked through Greypaw at being called scrawny and unsheathed her claws and performed the belly rake, splattering Willowflower's blood onto the ground.

The queen hissed in pain and leaped off of Greypaw. "How dare you attack a queen? Isn't that against your warrior code?" Willowflower challenged.

Greypaw got to her paws, confused at the silver tabby's questioned. "Are you not a warrior too? The code is yours also" Greypaw shot back.

Redfeather shot her a look that silenced her. "Go back to RiverClan rogue. There you are welcomed and expected leave now" Redfeather hissed.

Willowflower scoffed and glared at the dark ginger tom "And that's coming from a kittypet" she meowed darkly, padding out of the camp with her fleeing clan mates. She stopped at the entrance and glared at the ThunderClan cats, "This isn't over" she meowed threateningly.

Redfeather snarled in fury as Willowflower left and looked at Greypaw, his eyes softening when they met hers. "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

"Do you really think I'm scrawny?" Greypaw meowed looking herself over. "No, you're actually quite well fed I just had to say that so she would get off you" Redfeather meowed good humoredly.

Greypaw rolled her eyes and spotted her sister leaning heavily on an injured Brackenflame. The two cats collapsed half-way to the medicine cat den.

"Brackenflame?" she heard Redfeather ask, as the tom bounded towards his brother. Greypaw watched her sister franticly lick at Brackenflame's wounds as the medicine cats tried to tend to both her and Brackenflame.

"Is this what StarClan has meant for ThunderClan? The stench of blood filling every cat's noses?" she asked quietly, looking up into the leaf-fall sky as leaves whirled around like a storm.