Destiny here, giving you the next amazing chapter of Trapped in Ice. Frick. You guys all probably hate me for leaving you with no battle for a few days, and having Frozenpaw not saying anything. Well, let me tell you now, that things will be more interesting in the future because of her keeping her mouth shut, so please enjoy this chapter! The amazing battle chapter. Finally, some real violence! Yay! JK. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.

Chapter Twenty

The battle plans were taken into full swing two days later.

Wolfleap led his patrol out into the territory before dawn, and returned almost immediately, sounding the signal. Cats sprung from their nests and got into position. While the patrol stayed up on top the ravine, the three lines of cats took place throughout camp. Poppyfall, Flickerstar, Icyclaws, Beetletooth and Snowshine took up the first line. In the second were Mousewhisper, Talonfoot, Stoneclaw, Oakshade and Lionpaw. Many of the younger warriors were angered that Lionpaw wasn't a den cat, but Oakshade had silenced them with his green glare. He wanted his son in the middle of the fight. The third line was made up of Branchtail, Badgerfang, Whitefur, Graydawn and Rabbitfoot. And the cats protecting the dens were Smallfeather, Stormshade, Nightwhisker and Dusksky.

Hailblaze and Frozenpaw stood ready at the medicine den, prepared with all remedies for scratches and cuts they could find. Flickerstar made it clear. They weren't losing the battle. They weren't losing any cats. ShadowClan didn't know who they were messing with.

Only minutes after ThunderClan took position, a battle cry was yowled. Frozenpaw stuck her head out the medicine den to watch, and so did Hailblaze. After heartbeats, ShadowClan started pouring into the camp, led by Breezestar. The first line of cats rushed forward. Flickerstar immediately clashed with Breezestar, aiming blows at his shoulders and flank. The second line came up next, all lunging for a warrior before they could understarnd what was happening. Frozenpaw watched as Oakshade went for the ShadowClan deputy, Streamtail and Lionpaw leaped for a massive gray tom. The third line then sprung into action, while the rest of ShadowClan was being held up by the first two lines.

Frozenpaw's paws started to itch as she watched claws connecting with fur and blood being spilled. Her heart raced, she felt it in her throat, but it wasn't fear for her Clanmates. It was longing. She belonged out there, and the battlefield was calling her name. She could almost feel the flesh ripping under her claws, as if the ground beneath her paws was really a ShadowClan enemy. She made a soft whimpering sound.

"Frozenpaw..." Hailblaze said. "What are you thinking?"

She didn't reply, she just continued watching the fight. Branchtail tore at a warrior's ear. Wolfleap's patrol raced down and joined the battle.

"Look, I know that you must be feeling confident that you could face ShadowClan, but they're fighting fiercely out there. They're stronger than you think, Frozenpaw."

"Yeah," she whispered. "Well so am I."

Before Hailblaze could respond, she charged outside, yowling. A ShadowClan warrior shoved Leafpelt away. Frozenpaw lunged for the warrior, and sank her teeth deep into his shoulder. He screeched in pain, and tried shaking her off, but she wouldn't budge. Her claws ripped at his fur, and she felt blood wash over her paws. The warrior collapsed, and away jumped off of him. He managed to stand but instead of attacking, turned tail and fled.

"Frozenpaw?" Leafpelt asked. She turned, and nodded. "How...?"

She smiled deviously and turned, racing to find a new cat to fight.

A cat crashed into her, a ShadowClan apprentice. Frozenpaw's first reaction was to claw at the cat. The apprentice yowled and she twisted away, backing up and crouching, about to spring. Frozenpaw copied her position and snarled.

"I sent one of your warriors fleeing. You better run."

The apprentice bared her teeth. "I'm not a coward!" Swift as a snake, she lashed out a paw, but it wasn't quick enough. Frozenpaw seized the paw in her teeth and yanked the apprentice forward. Once she was close enough, Frozenpaw lunged, sinking her teeth into her scruff.

The ShadowClan cat yowled and tried pulling away. Frozenpaw spat her out, and she fell on the grass, gasping. Frozenpaw leaned down to the apprentice's ear and whispered. "I told you to run. Always listen to the medicine cats."

The apprentice jerked away, fear in her eyes and vanished into the fight. Frozenpaw threw back her head and laughed. So this is what it's really like to be a warrior! Winning all your battles! If only they believed I could do it! If only Lionpaw hadn't gotten in the way.

Suddenly, a paw smacked her on the side of her head. Frozenpaw reeled, spots dappling her vision. When it cleared, she saw Oakshade. His flank was racked with scratches, but he still looked fierce enough to fight all day.

"You," he snarled. "What are you doing on the battlefield? You should be in your den! This is no place for weak cats like you!"

"Weak?" she hissed. "I just fought against two cats, and both of them I dominated. You call that weak? You traitor!"

"Traitor?" Oakshade demanded. "I'm no traitor. This battle came for a reason, I'll make sure I'll end it the way I want it. ThunderClan will be the strongest Clan in the forest as soon as Lionpaw is leader."

"Leader?" Frozenpaw asked. "He's not even a warrior!" Her claws tore at the grass. "You betrayed your Clan starting this battle! Eventually, I will tell Flickerstar that you were the one who was hunting gin ShadowClan territory!"

"Like he'd believe you. He doesn't even know your name. No one in this Clan does accept Hailblaze, your fellow soft medicine cat. This is a warrior's place. Go running back to your den before you hurt yourself any more than you already have."

She looked over her shoulder. Her white fur was caked with blood. She looked back at the dark brown tabby and retorted. "It isn't my blood mouse-brain. But you can't say the same. This isn't just a warrior's battle. It's for the rest of ThunderClan too. It's honor."

"Honor? Ha! Than you shouldn't be a part of it," Oakshade growled.

Frozenpaw felt rage surge through her. Her claws unrooted from the ground and just about buried into Oakshade's body, but every controlled piece in her veins kept her from doing soon, and she let him scurry off and feel amazing about himself. One day, she vowed, you will regret everything.

"Frozenpaw!"

She spun around. Hailblaze was running towards her. "What?"

"I need your help! Mousewhisper is injured badly, and facts are starting to pour into my den! We're losing, Frozenpaw!"

Losing? she thought. But I was doing so well. I want to continue! I need to fight! But instead of arguing, she nodded and they both dashed back to the den.

When they broke into the den, Frozenpaw's jaw dropped. Several cats were lying in nests, wounded. Out of the group she recognized Whitefur, Talonfoot, Graydawn, Poppyfall and Wolfleap. But the number of them wasn't even the worst thing. Mousewhisper lay in a pool of her own blood, a wound in her neck. Hailblaze rushed to her, grapped some cobweb and got to work.

"Help the others!" he shouted.

Frozenpaw obeyed, grapping what was left of the cobweb and crouched beside Whitefur, who had a deep bite mark in her shoulder. She ran from cat to cat, trying to distribute the cobweb evenly while still having some left over. Her heart beat faster than it did when she was out fighting, but she tried to ignore it. As soon as your done, go back out and fight. Your Clan needs you.

They needed her.

She stopped what she was doing and watched Hailblaze for a few seconds, then she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the battle.

But where?

Wolfleap moaned, reminding her that she needed to continue. She gave him some marigold and wrapped his wound in cobweb before backing away. She subtlety padded for the den entrance, and she looked outside.

The feeling that urged her to fight was a stabbing pain her chest. It made her paws itch, her heat race, her ears heat up. Watching would cause her claws to unsheathe, marking the ground with her anger. In the light of dawn, her teeth would glint as her lip pulled back. She craved the fight, she needed to heal. The edge of her vision blurred with tears, it almost hurt not to fight.

That's when the cry rang out, silencing the world.

Frozenpaw rushed out, not even thinking about anything, except the horror in that cry. All warriors had stopped their fighting to look at what happened. Even Stoneclaw, who was being pinned by a black she-cat had stopped struggling to see what was going on.

Frozenpaw pushed to the front of a Gathering crowd, ignoring the hisses of annoyance from other cats.

Breezestar held Flickerstar's throat in his jaws. Blood dripped to the floor from under his lip. Her faced a tabby cat with burning yellow eyes and long, blood-stained claws.

Lionpaw.

"I will kill you Breezestar," he snarled. "Let go of my leader!"

Over Flickerstar's fur, the ShadowClan leader replied, "And you will stop me? An apprentice? You warriors hunted in our territory! Many times. This will not go unpunished. Your leader will lose a life, and I will make it certain that you will too if you don't step down now."

Frozenpaw just gazed wide-eyed at Lionpaw as he crouched, frozen, eyes blazing. Behind him, Oakshade stood, the slightest of a smug smile over his lips.

Breezestar dropped Flickerstar, who landed with a dull thud. Then, he held a paw over his neck, claws extended.

Frozenpaw braced. Lionpaw was doing nothing, and Breezestar was about to kill Flickerstar. If she just stood there, he would lose a life, and ShadowClan would win.

...it's about belong there for your Clanmates when they need you, however they need you. Somedays they'll need a fighter or a hunter, but sometimes, they'll just need a shoulder to lean on.

Today, they needed a fighter.

The ThunderClan cat leaped, claws outstretched. In slow motion, they dug into Breezestar, and he was shoved several tail-lengths away from Flickerstar, and he was pinned firmly to the ground.

Frozenpaw felt shock in her veins.

The ThunderClan cat wasn't her.

Lionpaw had Breezestar pinned to the grass, and he snarled loudly, a mouse-length from his face. Just loud enough for the entire crown to hear, he said, "Yes an apprentice will stop you!"

Breezestar struggled, but Lionpaw threw a blow to his face. "Don't you ever think about messing with ThunderClan again! Because then, you'll have to face me. Understood?"

To Frozenpaw's surprise, Breezestar nodded.

"Good," Lionpaw released him. "Now go back to your territory. We never touched your prey."

ShadowClan quickly fled. The apprentice that Frozenpaw had fought scampered around the camp before disappearing through the bramble tunnel. Before everyone knew it, ThunderClan were alone, in the dawn light.

Oakshade padded to Lionpaw. "That's my son."

Snowshine joined them. "Great StarClan! That was amazing! You're the best warrior ever!"

ThunderClan started gathering around the light brown tabby, singing their praise. Frozenpaw remained in the exact same position, awe-struck. Her brother, had won them the battle. The battle that was her fight to win.

Flickerstar struggled to his paws. His ginger fur was red with blood, but he was still strong. He staggered to where Lionpaw stood. "You...you saved me," he murmured. "Lionpaw, I always knew you were a magnificent cat, but this is truly glorious. Thank you."

"Don't mention it," he responded, flicking his tail. "I was only defending my Clan."

"You did more than that," Oakshade laughed. "You won the battle!"

"Not bad for an apprentice," Icyclaws meowed.

ThunderClan continued yowling their laudation, some cheering, some just placing their tail over Lionpaw's shoulder. Frozenpaw watched, anger ripping at her limbs.

That should be me! she thought, furious.

"Flickerstar! Get to my den!" Hailblaze's voice sounded as he ran up.

The ginger tom nodded. "As you wish," he said. But before he followed, he looked back at Lionpaw. "I think ThunderClan is getting a new warrior soon. Come on, Hailblaze."

They walked past Frozenpaw. She slowly rose from her crouch and continued watching the crowd of warriors. The slightest glint of green flashed her way as Oakshade shot her stare. It was an unspoken communication that echoed in her mind. I told you so.

Guys, just be honest with me. How much do you hate me? On a scale of one to ten, ten being the most passionate of all hate, how much do you loathe me right now? I've been getting plenty of reviews that say how much you guys can't stand how the story's going, so just go on and let it all out, make me feel ashamed of how bad I'm treating Frozenpaw. Just do it in a review. Single file please.

~Destiny (the meanest writer ever)