Hey guys! I know, I know, I have been updating a lot. Wanna know why? Half my family isn't in town and my father is at work so…. Yea. It is just me and my sister and she has friends in the neighborhood so… ya know. :/ Anyway, I am able to be active and such so I'm happy! Yay!

Also, sorry for the length of the chapters. I use only my notes and I don't know how long something will take or not so….

Thanks again to Jayfeathers Friend and also to Dawnfeather of StormClan for reviewing!

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(Also, if anyone is wondering, I am using the list of cats from The Apprentice's Quest. The only changes (I think) is that Heathertail is not expecting kits and Sedgewhisker has kits again even though they aren't canon. Her mate is Emberfoot (which is canon, by the way.) and her (canon) daughters are Larkwing and Fernpaw.)

Chapter Two

The Windclan warrior lead in the Shadowclan intruder into camp.

"Who's that, grumpy cat?" A light brown tomkit squeaked. His yellow eyed gaze fell on Darkfang. "He smells funny!"

"Grumpy cat!" A light gray she-kit giggled. She had two, dark gray forepaws, just like her father Emberfoot.

"Pebblekit! Bronzekit! What did I tell you?" Sedgewhisker scolded the kits. Her only son looked like an mini her. There. That is my description. You now know what she looks like.

"To never tell the grumpy cats they're grumpy." The two recited.

Sedgewhisker's ears perked. She chuckled nervously, glancing at Breezepelt. "Uh… no. The other thing…"

"Whatever." Breezepelt grumbled. He glanced back at Darkfang. "This way." He flicked his tail.

The padded into the middle of camp, starting to gain a crowd. The patrol the tom was on was back. Gorsetail, Crowfeather, ugh, Leaftail, Emberfoot, Furzepelt, Larkwing, Slightfoot, Oatclaw, Featherpelt, and Hootwhisker. Whitetail was probably being lazy in the elder's den and poor Fernpaw is, most likely, stuck doing her ticks… again. Ha! Good luck, kit.

Onestar just padded out of his den with the deputy.

He looked around. Where was Heathertail and Kestralflight? Wait! There they are. Breezepelt scoffed. Kestrelflight must be preparing for an battle or something! That is the third time this moon he went to collect herbs. Onestar, overbearing as usual, told him to keep a warrior with him when he is out of camp.

Nightcloud padded out and sat down next to her mate.

Breezepelt noticed Darkfang gazing at her. When Nightcloud noticed, Darkfang winked and her and she blushed.

No way! She's my mother! And you are a Shadowclan warrior! Gross! Breezepelt practically growled.

"Who is this, Breezepelt?" The brown tabby leaped onto the rock, looking down with his amber eyes. "He smells of Shadowclan. What is he doing on this side of the lake?"

"Ask him that." The black tom huffed, glaring at the tom.

"My name is Darkfang and I am here because Riverclan chased me to the wrong border. Those lizardbrains." Darkfang meowed boldly.

"And why did they chase you?" Onestar asked him, curiously.

"I was chasing a toadbrained lizard and it just so happened to run into their territory." The tom explained.

"Hm…. how do we know you aren't sent to spy?" The leader asked. Harespring sat at the base of the rock, taking in the conversation.

"What?! What would Shadowclan want with Windclan? You live on the other side of this Starclan forsaken lake!" Darkfang protested.

"You're denied it..." Onestar pointed out obviously. "... a bit fast."

"Because it's true!" The dark-furred tom exclaimed.

"Windclan! I have come to a decision!" The tabby announced. "I decided to keep Darkfang here until I decide what to do with him."

"If that is what you need to believe me." Darkfang was frowning slightly but he stayed as calm as he could.

"You have to be will a warrior, if not, two at all times." Onestar continued.

"And while we're at it, we might as well give you your own den and make you leader." Breezepelt scoffed.

"Enough with that, Breezepelt!" Crowfeather hissed at him. The clan gasped. The kits tried to peek out of the nursery but the queen shoved them back in. Fernpaw appeared as well. "I'm sick and tired of how disrespectful you are!"

Breezepelt hissed at him. "Where do you think I got it from, father?!"

The warrior unsheathed his claws. "We'll see who's right!" He launched himself at his son.

The black tom's claws unsheathed as well and he dug it into Crowfeather's side.

He clawed the younger tom's stomach real deep.

Breezepelt yelped and kicked the older tom.

Crowfeather growled and leaned down, biting down on the part between his neck and his shoulder.