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"Keep those paws apart, bend your legs!...Don't just use your shoulders, put everything into that leap! Lock your paws down-don't-no, don't twist!"

Lionpaw grunted and stumbled when Stoneclaw's paw struck him over the muzzle. Frozenpaw narrowed her eyes as she watched Oakshade shake his head in disappointment. Mousewhisper looked up at the dark tabby.

"Do you need to be here?" she asked, irritation pricking her voice. Smallfeather is a warrior, and I am Lionpaw's mentor around here."

Oakshade smiled at her, like she was kidding with her words. "I am Lionpaw's father, Mousewhisper, if you didn't know that. I've been working with him since kit-hood. I know I have the right to be here."

The deputy bristled. "Fine. Whatever. Just please, stop yelling at him. I'd rather him battle with no distractions. All this directing isn't helping him at all."

"I'm only trying to make him a better warrior," snarled Oakshade. "Let's say he was in battle. I'm giving him instructions so he can know what to do, then, because if he was fighting as sloppily as he is now, he'll find claws at his throat!"

Frozenpaw flinched. He had never spoken about his son like that before. Her gaze drifted to Lionpaw, who is rubbing a paw over his marked cheek. Did he hear Oakshade's words?

Mousewhisper was clearly angered by the tabby tom before her, but she didn't argue. Instead she said, "Let's try this again. Stoneclaw, Lionpaw, take your positions."

The two sparring cats nodded their heads, and crouched, ready for more training. Frozenpaw watched them, as Mousewhisper flicked her tail for them to begin.

Lionpaw was the first to rush forward, taking aim at Stoneclaw's throat. They gray warrior jumped to the side, but Lionpaw managed to slightly twist his body enough to follow the direction, and crash into him. Oakshade flicked his ear in recognition, and Frozenpaw gaped when she realized what he had done.

It's that one move from back when we were kits! she thought.

Lionpaw fastened his teeth loosely around Stoneclaw's shoulder, preventing him from using a strong blow to fight Lionpaw off. Stoneclaw tried digging his claws into Lionpaw's flank, to haul him away, but Lionpaw's weight took over, and he collapsed on top of the warrior. The light brown tabby pinned him tightly to the sand, holding himself close to Stoneclaw to keep the tom from striking him hard.

Mousewhisper yowled, and the cats pulled away from each other. Stoneclaw turned his back to everyone else and wrapped his tail over his paws. The deputy rushed forward to praise her apprentice, but Oakshade stayed behind, shaking his head.

Frozenpaw pulled her lips back. Stop acting like you know everything! Even I admit that he did great! As much as she didn't want to feel it, pride stirred in her heart.

Lionpaw looked over at his father, looking for any sign of approval. Oakshade sighed.

"Great job, pinning him down," he muttered. "But if we were in battle-"

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" hissed Moisewhisper. "The Clans are at peace right now, Oakshade. There will be no battle any time soon. Just be glad he did good. No one wants to hear you complaining."

Lionpaw scowled. "I thought you supported my fighting," he snarled. "You said I was better than any other warrior you have ever seen!"

Oakshade looked bewildered. "You are son, but we have to keep up with this. Clanlife is unpredictable, you never know when we could have trouble with another Clan. We have to keep you in practice and motivated and ready to conquer every attack with your own. You wouldn't want to end up in that stupid medicine den with your sister in the midst of battle, would you?"

What's that supposed to mean?

Lionpaw shrugged. "I guess not. She's treat me like I'm a weak kit that needs her help. Well I don't need her, or Hailblaze."

Frozenpaw flinched. Had Oakshade told him about the incident with her and her mentor? Is he convincing Lionpaw that medicine cats are bad news?

If they can't accept me as a warrior, StarClan let them see me as at least something!

"Frozenpaw..."

She whipped around, squeaking a bit in surprise. Hailblaze stood off, eyes narrowed at her-or rather what she was watching.

"What are you doing here? I couldn't find you back at camp."

Frozenpaw sighed. "I've been watching Lionpaw's training."

"Why?" asked Hailblaze coming towards her. Then he paused. "Oh, yes. Frozenpaw, I thought we discussed this."

"Talking about it won't always make it better," muttered Frozenpaw. "I've just been so bothered about Oakshade. He acts like he knows everything! I wish I could just go in there and show him who he's talking about."

Hailblaze looked thoughtful, but torn.

"He said that we only exist for the weak," she hissed, bristling.

"I know you are feeling anger towards your father right now but-"

"I thought you agreed with me that he wasn't my father!" spat Frozenpaw. "You said that he didn't have the right to call himself that! Let me get in there, show them what a medicine cat can do!"

Hailblaze sighed. "Why waste our time with Oakshade? He's just an arrogant fox-heart, and let that be. He's to far into his own selfishness for anything we have to do or say to affect him."

He turned and began padding off. Frozenpaw stayed put. She needed to do this. She needed prove him wrong. She needed him to see who he was talking about.

Her mentor noticed she wasn't following him and said firmly, "He already knows, Frozenpaw, that's why he's doing it. You're just going to have to accept that that is the way he is, and leave it at that."

"We don't even have any work to do right now. We sorted and gathered all of the herbs yesterday and this morning," she begged. "Please? I really want to."

That seemed to spark something in Hailblaze's mind, but not what she had thought. "Let me get this straight, Frozenpaw, if I may." He padded up until he was nose to nose with her. "You want to purposely harm your Clanmate just because he said a few insensitive things about you? Purposely? Your Clanmate? With claws?"

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. What he said did sound a little offbeat.

"I think he certainly knows he is not liked by us, but what is that going to do? Nothing. He is still a good warrior. A gifted hunter and fighter. Defeating him in a training hollow won't make any difference to that, okay?"

Frozenpaw sighed, flexing her claws over the soft ground. "Okay. Fine. Whatever. But what am I going to do? There's no work. I'm going to be bored for the rest of the day."

"Why don't we hunt? The pile was low this morning. It'll get your mind off things."

She agreed, and Hailblaze led her away from the training hollow. They padded far across the territory, and Frozenpaw guessed that he really wanted her to stop thinking about Oakshade, so she tried, but as soon as her mind reeled away from her father, they landed right on top of her brother. Lionpaw was beginning to agree with Oakshade that she was useless, something he never thought of her before. She remembered when they were kits and he'd curl up beside her before they slept, his warm fur soothing her to slumber. She missed that cat. Wherever he was. She couldn't stand to think that he believed Oakshade and saw her for who she didn't want to be.

If only he saw me they way I am. I can be just like him! No one ver gives me a chance. He's always the center of everything, and he doesn't even notice how I feel.

"Frozenpaw."

She looked up. She hadn't even noticed that Hailblaze had stopped walking. She was several fox lengths ahead of him now, and her pelt heated up.

"I brought you hear to clear your mind, so do just that. Just think about prey. There's plenty out here," he meowed. Raising his muzzle in the air, he took in a deep breath if air. "I scent vole. I'll be back. Good luck hunting!" He swiftly walked off, leaving Frozenpaw where she stood.

Okay. This will be easy. Just think about the prey. Imagine yourself killing a plump, meaty mouse. She tasted the air, and right away, a delicious aroma danced on her tongue. She licked her lips. Sparrow.

And there it was. About a tree-length off, hopping in the dirt. Frozenpaw padded forward, getting close enough to it before crouching. Hailblaze had worked with her only once with her hunting skills, and that had to be several moons ago. But she was aware she had to keep silent, so she kept her tail raised slightly above the ground, and her paw steps light as she crept towards the bird.

It flapped its wings, but didn't take off. Frozenpaw knew it would take to the sky soon, so she moved faster, incredibly careful on where she was placing her paws.

The sparrow raised its wings again, and Frozenpaw immediately leapt, her paws were outstretched, and she was ready to sink her claws into the fresh meat of the bird. But she made her move too late, and the sparrow was well above her head by the time she landed.

Frozenpaw growled, frustrated with herself. She wasn't a hunter. She was born to fight. Why couldn't she just do a little practice. That's what made her feel good. It was the sure feeling that thumped in her heart of knowing she would make the blow, not having to watch everything around her at the same time just to catch a puny sparrow. She dug her claws into the grass where the bird used to be before flying off. If she were a warrior she would've trained better.

Suddenly, another scent slapped her nose. Frozenpaw frowned at the thought of stalking a new piece of pathetic prey, but that's when she realized that the scent belonged to a cat. And it couldn't be Hailblaze because he had gone in the opposite direction.

She was curious.

Frozenpaw followed the cat-scent. It was touched with the additional smell of sand. It had to have been someone who was with Lionpaw in the training hollow. That's when she daughter a flash of tabby fur through the trees. A first she thought it was her brother, but when she got a better view, she saw that it was really Oakshade.

What are you up to, you stuck up furball? she thought, and continued following him.

Oakshade walked for a long time, so long that Frozenpaw thought he would never stop, but that was when a roaring sound echoed roughly in the distance, and that was when she realized where he was going.

What was he thinking of doing at the ShadowClan border?

She stopped at the line of trees that bordered the Thunderpath. She gulped when she realized that it was one of the last places she saw Nettlepaw, and the first she really saw him look so happy. She could almost see the memory right in front of her eyes, as they pranced around on its hot black surface, gazing up at the sky. Funny how it all looks different when you're different.

Words she would cherish forever.

Oakshade was also at the Thunderpath, a little ways off. He stood right at the edge, looking from side to side. Though she had never seen much of them, Frozenpaw knew that strange and dangerous creatures call monsters ran along the path, striking any cat that they could see and killing it.

What was Oakshade thinking?

As his head swung in her direction, Frozenpaw ducked into the shadows, but she could see that he was holding a squirrel. That pricked even more thought within her. What in StarClan's name...?

He bolted quickly across the Thunderpath, squirrel in jaws, and skidded to a halt on ShadowClan territory.

Now, Frozenpaw had not seen anything of ShadowClan since the last Gathering, the last peaceful uneventful Gathering. But she had heard from older Clanmates that they were not the nicest cats all the time. And now Oakshade had trespassed into their territory. Even from quite a distance off, and through shadow, Frozenpaw could see as he dropped the dead squirrel, rolled it farther into the territory, and dashed back over the border. Frozenpaw watched with wide eyes as he vanished into ThunderClan territory, as if he had done nothing at all.

Why would he do such a thing? asked Frozenpaw within her mind. Should I tell the Clan?

Suddenly, two green eyes looked her way, narrowing at her white fur. Oakshade had noticed she was there.

She decided against it.

What is Oakshade trying to do? What will Frozenpaw do about it? When will I stop asking these questions and ask you to review? Now! Review guys! Hope you liked the chapter!

~Destiny