A/N: So so so sorry for the wait! I'll try and update quicker!

I had to skip the scene where Hiccup was looking through the book of dragons, in the last chapter, because I don't really know how to explain that in warriors wise…yeah…

Anyway, here is chapter 6!

Ch. 6

"Creekfoot?" I mewed from where he was standing, near the area in Riverclan territory, where the river flowed into the lake. Which happened to be where we were training.

My mentor sighed. "If your question is about rouges again, Smallpaw, then I'm not going to answer it." He meowed, padding off to join the other mentors nearby.

"I know, I know, but do you even know why they attack us? I mean, we never-hisss!" I started, only to hiss in alarm as Cherryfall, who was playing as another warrior from Shadowclan, darted towards me.

I only just managed to escape her outstretched paws, darting to the right of the river bed, making her land in the freezing waters. "Smallpaw, that was great, but you need to be quicker; if I had my claws out, I would have been able to snag you." Cherryfall explained, but I just turned around to face her, backing away, not letting her sneak up on me again.

As expected, the mentor darted out of the waters, and ran straight at me. I squealed, then ran off to Fishpaw, in which Cherryfall's attention drew to.

Fishpaw darted away, after trying to knock Cherryfall over. "This is about defense! Not attack!" She had shouted. At that, he used that excuse to run off. "Why do we train like this?" He yowled to the by standing mentors.

"You need a feeling on what real battle is like." Creekfoot replied, intent on what moves and dodges they were making.

Icepaw and Eaglepaw got trapped against a boulder, Cherryfall creeping up in front of them. They muttered to themselves, before darting separate ways, causing the warrior to knock into the rock. She hissed in pain, and I was tempted to run over and see if she was ok. Instead, she stood up again, and this time, darted to where Flamepaw and Thornpaw were standing. "Let's see what you two got!" she meowed encouragingly.

Flamepaw pushed herself against a tree, waiting to use it to jump over her mentor, and was just about to, when Thornpaw growled and attempted to dig up and fling a bunch of dirt at their attacker, missing her by inches.

Cherryfall tried not to mrrrow with laughter at the trick. This only managed to shame Thornpaw. He turned to Flamepaw, "The sun was in my eyes! If I was upwind, it would have worked!" he defended when he saw her roll her eyes.

They darted off again in different directions when they resumed training, Cherryfall, this time running faster, trying to boost the apprentices' mind's power. "Have we ever asked before? I mean we don't ever really-" I started, standing near Creekfoot, only to be interrupted by him. "Smallpaw!" he shouted in annoyance, and shoved me back into the fight.

It was a pretty good shove.

I stumbled a few ways, only try to stop when I saw Cherryfall coming straight towards me. I attempted to get to my feet, and when I did, I turned and crashed into a darting Flamepaw, who had her eyes intent on her mentor and did not see me. We fell some ways away, landing in a pile. I attempted to get to my feet, but was cornered to the ground by Flamepaw, who had her pelt caught in the bramble bush we landed next to. She looked over to the left and saw her mentor coming straight for us. She managed to struggle free from the bush and got off of me, and charged Cherryfall, tripping her.

I would have loved to say I helped, but honestly, I crouched there in fear, my eyes closed tightly. I opened one, when the noise died down, and saw everyone staring at me. My ears folded back as Flamepaw shouted at me:

"Is this some kind of a joke to you?! We're training to become warriors in case you haven't noticed, and all you manage to do is get us almost killed! You may as well become a rouge yourself with how interested you've been in them!" she flicked one of her ears to my dead left foot. "With that, you may as well be an elder!" Fire and anger burned deep in her sky blue eyes.

And I've had enough with fire and anger.

I struggled to my three feet. My ears pressed hard against my skull. "You." I started. "You all put yourself in my place for one second! One! That's all I ask! I was named because of my foot! I am bullied because of my foot! Do you know how hard it is when you have this and you're the chief's kit?" one tear escaped my right eye. Everyone looked bewildered at my sudden outburst. "I have to live my WHOLE LIFE with this! And by the looks of my life now, MY WHOLE LIFE being teased and over looked! You all don't deserve what you have, you ungrateful foxes!" and with that, I stumbled out of the reed bed.

0o0o0

I raced over the Thunderpath, still feeling the sting from Flamepaw's words.

Yeah, yeah, one day I'll get caught going over the Thunderpath, but that was the least of my worries. I was carrying a large trout. I had hopes of seeing that black tom again, and I don't know why.

I carried it to the small cove, throwing it in before climbing down from its stone walls myself. I picked it up, and walked around slowly, jumping to the slightest noise; I still had no idea if this thing would kill me or not. Or if it was even still here.

Suddenly the breeze picked up behind me, and I picked up the tom's scent. I gasped and jerked around, fear building up inside me as I saw the tom glaring at me with its greenish yellow eyes.

"Who are you?" he hissed. His voice was rough and dry, but hinted his strength.

I was too startled to say anything.

The rouge eyed my fish, and licked his muzzle in what I would guess hunger. He looked ready to fight me for it.

"I-I…I d-don't want any t-trouble…" I stuttered, before tossing it to him. His ears twitched with suspicion before digging into the trout. I began backing away, but he growled at me, and I knew I probably shouldn't move. But I did notice something when he snarled at me:

He was missing a few teeth.

He finished half of it, before raising his head to me. "Like I said before, what. Is. Your. Name?" he commanded.

"Smallpaw.." I squeaked.

"Well then, 'Smallpaw'. You're that little kit that was spying on me a few days ago, weren't you?" he meowed. I nodded quickly. "You also helped me off that Thunderpath." I nodded again.

"Well I guess I haven't thanked you yet for that."

My ears perked up in surprise.

He nudged me the other half of the trout. I was too frightened to move, or attempt to eat it. I was about to push it aside and say 'no, thank you', but he growled. "Where I come from, it is unwise not to accept a gift that is given to you."

I got the message.

Eat. The. Fish.

I looked down at the mangled thing, and slowly took a bit out of it. I wasn't really hungry. I swallowed it, and looked up at him. His whiskers twitched with amusement. "What are you so afraid of? I'm not going to claw a weak little thing like you. That's just fox-like." He meowed.

I relaxed a bit. He wasn't going to hurt me. At this moment.

"Are you one of those weird clan cats?" he asked.

I nodded again.

But I guess he didn't like clan cats. He hissed at me, then darted off with the speed of a badger, and I saw him attempt to climb out of the enclosure of stone walls on the other side, but to no prevail.

I was gasping for breath at the suddenly mood change. Fear pulsed through me at the cat's strength, and his ability to kill me, but I got up anyways. I slowly walked over to where he was, warily. "W-why don't like u-us?" I stammered. His head whipped around to face me. "You stupid and ruthless cats killed my sister! How do I know you won't do the same to me?"

I gestured to my dead foot. "I couldn't kill a mouse if I tried." And it's true I thought to myself. No matter how hard I tried, I was never able to catch mice whenever we went hunting.

He snorted in response, rolling his eyes.

He wrapped his half-tail around his paws gently, and I saw it was swollen and puffy; clear signs of infection. "What happened to your tail?" I asked. At this he growled again, making me jump back a bit. "None of your concern." He said before darting off again.

0o0o0

I could scent a lot of voles in the cove. I may as well hunt while it's still light out I thought to myself.

I crouched low next to a boulder as a plump one rushed out of it. I readied myself, then launched. I landed square onto of the thing, and finished it off to a swift bit on the neck. I smiled. My first vole.

I caught another one, and was about to ready myself in search for more, but I felt someone's fur brush against mine and I saw that the tom had come back to watch me hunt. His ear twitched, "I have yet to learn how to hunt." He said firmly, not letting himself get humiliated.

I showed him the position to hunt in, and he attempted it, and sprung at a fallen leaf, testing it out. He smirked when he saw he caught it.

"There's a tip to-" I started, but he growled at me to stop talking.

"Wait, you can-"

Growl.

"But-"

"Kid, if you don't shut up now, you'll be my next catch." I stopped talking.

He positioned himself to catch a large shrew that had stumbled out into the clearing that obviously oblivious us.

He readied himself, and then sprung.

He caught the creature, and could tell from his expression that it was his first kill. I guess they sorta had a prey pile where he was from as well.

He turned to look at me and smiled at me for the first time. "Thanks, Smallpaw." He said. I felt happy I helped him. "Of course…uh, what is your name?" I asked.

"I don't really have a name, but everyone calls me Toothless."

I could understand why.

We sat there for a moment, until I heard yowles screech through the air. I recognized a few of them.

"I should be getting back." I said. Toothless nodded, then wandered off for a place to sleep.

I scrambled up the side of rocks, using my tail to balance me. So that's why he can't leave I thought.

I looked back at the beautiful cove's scenery, then darted back to my territory, one thing going through my head:

I think I just made a friend.