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Someone PMed me and told me about how I messed up with DeathClan and didn't include it...

Wellllll dang.

I kinda miss this story anyways, so I guess I'll retry with it lol. Hope you guys aren't annoyed hah-hah... This story brings back so many memories... Jeez. Back when I wrote this story I got help from a friend who I no longer have around. -; Aghh, the emotions are suffocating me. :( If there's anyone who's been here since chapter one, oh gosh, thank you! I can't explain it, you've been here since the beginning and stuck with me, thank you. I can't say how much this means to me. I know I've sucked at times, messed up constantly, and I'm probably writing this for nothing because no one has been here for that long... After all, I had made so many mistakes, agh whatever.
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Anyways, onto the chapter!

Forestrain peered outside of the warriors den, his ears perking at the sudden noises of thunder and lighting. The booming claps up ahead threatened to spill of harsher rain, sending the Clan into a wake of swirling water and spiraling rubbish ripped from its position and placed into the haunting circles of looming dark waves.

Not only did the clouds threaten to overflow of more than the slow drizzle it now released, but the noises were frighteningly noisy, lurching through Forestrain's veins, as his thoughts compelled him forward. He wanted to do something, for sure, instead of sitting inside his nest to waste away. Boring as usual, were his morning routines whenever there was a storm. Constantly nowadays rain and storms would erupt out of nowhere. One minute it'd be shining beautifully, the sun above the sky, no clouds to be seen, and the next, the rain would pour and send the cats to huddle in their dens, quaking of cold.

With a sigh, the young warrior padded over towards the fresh kill pile to examine how much prey was needed from the territory. To his dismay, he could only find a small number of kill settled on the heap. Just about five, or so, and that could only feed three cats... How sickening. The damp weather had sent not only the cats into their shelter, but the prey too. Forestrain frowned, twisting away as his tail flicked frustratingly. The Camp was depressingly silent and vacant. Few cats lived through the harsh conditions, while some were trapped in the medicine den to recover their sicknesses. Terrible as it was, the Clan fought to survive. But throughout the difficult circumstances, Forestrain knew deep down NightClan would end soon. He was absolutely positive. Not only would it end, but everyone would either die or leave to survive on their own terms. Whereas Forestrain would attempt his own way of life starting a new Clan. He was sure, as long as he wasn't dead first, of course.

Shaking his fur free of the soaking rain, he dropped to the slushy-like ground, filled with soggy mud that began to cake his paws and belly fur as he crept quietly through the tiny opening that led out of Camp and into the open territory where prey supposedly was in hiding. The tom slipped through the brambles that shadowed him, and peeked out of the hole, spotting a tiny vole-barely able to fill a kitten-wriggling around on the ground, thrashing in pain. Weird as it was, it probably would be the best and only thing Forestrain could catch that day. It seemed as if the vole was carried of by one of the nearby hawks, but dropped for some reason. The young cat skillfully pounced, landing with his paws slammed against the voles tail as he swiftly clamped his fangs into the tiny rodent, expelling its breathing in its entirety.

Forestrain picked up the limp vole in his jaws and padded forward. The thunder crackled loudly above him, sending stronger plops of rain to patter against his fur. Hesitantly, the male slithered forward, trying to hurry in order to finish hunting before the rain began to slam down against the ground.

The warrior dropped, setting down the vole as he was watching a tiny rabbit scrape at the ground in hopes to open up a tunnel to enter and escape the rain. Forestrain licked his chops, preparing himself to make the quick kill. It was busy, good.

Forestrain sped up, his paws lightly tapping against the sludge mud to match with the dripping of rain. It hid his scent and blocked out his noises. Perfect. Settling down, the tom prepared himself, leaping forward with his paws outspread to trap the rabbit in his claws. Frankly, the rabbit was a bit slow, and by the time Forestrain had lunged to crack its neck, the rabbit had only then realized what the warrior was doing. The quick snap of the bone silenced both the rabbit and the warrior, allowing him to pick it up and collect the vole as well.

Immediately afterwards, Forestrain slipped further up the slope, finding that the rain was beginning its harsh strokes at the moment. He only had a couple minutes before he had to head back to the dens.

Forestrain sniffed the air, smelling faint but not quite stale scent of squirrel nearby. He trotted after the smell, following the whiffs he received from nearby. He twisted through trees and bushes to reach the prey, finding the squirrel huddled under a tree branch as it tried to climb up the broken branch. Forestrain dropped his past kills and prepared himself for the pounce. He shimmied lower to the ground, slithering closer as his haunches rose for the leap. Finally, he took off forward, slamming his paws onto the area around the squirrel, only to be thrown off mercilessly by something... someone nearby.

Forestrain thudded against the wet grass, pain searing through his side as he arose from the soggy ground to find his opponent who had stolen his prey and trespassed. Appearing in front of him, ever so elegantly, a she-cat nibbled on the prey she had so fairly caught. Although it was rightfully NightClan's, she didn't seem to care. Her scrawny body appeared to be heaving as she ripped through the kill. Her fur was flat against her body, sunk down after the heavy rain had struck her pelt. The rain is starting to pick up speed. Great. I have to hurry up and deal with this mouse-brain first...

A growl rumbled in Forestrain's throat as he stalked toward the she-cat who skillfully ignored him. Her ear angled in his direction, but she remained silent as he strolled forward. "Back off. That's my prey." The NightClan warrior snarled.

"I caught it." She muttered, glancing towards Forestrain.

"I doubt that."

"I killed it, that counts as catching it, bee-brain." She spat back sassily.

"Who are you?" Forestrain hissed grouchily, strutting towards her.

The she-cat arose, her tail flicking frustratingly at his responses. "I'm Wicked." She snapped.

"Okay, Wicked, so you're a rouge?" The NightClan warrior suggested, rolling his eyes.

"No. I'm from DeathClan." Wicked retorted, obviously offended by his accusation.

"What in MoonClan's name is that?!" Forestrain growled, his orbs narrowing to direct slits as he stared pointedly towards the she-cat, who huffed in exasperation at his blunt confusion.

"Grow up, there are more Clans than just yours. Especially since DeathClan is better. Much better." Wicked exclaimed, watching as Forestrain's fur bristled.

"I'm just about the same age as you, actually!" Forestrain retorted frustratingly. The rain is starting to turn to hail...

"Well, then,-"

"Forestrain."

"Well, then Forestrain, be aware. DeathClan is coming for you." Wicked snickered, leaping forward to land squarely atop the warrior. Her paws were sheathed as she slammed into him, throwing him over. He watched her tentatively as she grinned pleasingly. Her black pelt taking the hits of hail bits that fell from the sky.

"What?" Forestrain queried, kicking Wicked off. "Me?"

"Not just you... All of you... NightClan, all of you. Forestrain, you can tell your cats, try and escape, but it's hopeless. Chains planned it all. Good luck, weirdo!" She smirked, backing into the shadows although her eyes hinted of regret. She didn't seem to want to do this... Was she hinting something? To escape? He doubted it. There was no use in following. But he'd remember the direction she went. Possibly, maybe, he could ask for a couple warriors to join him in search for this DeathClan. Maybe.

With a displeased yet quite frightened huff, Forestrain gathered the rabbit and vole he had caught and rushed to Camp just as the hail and rain began to clash together, slamming into the ground in such a horrendous pace Forestrain swore he would drown mid-run. Finally, he crawled through the tunnel, dropped off the prey and slipped into his safe and sound den, where the noises were hushed and the room was cozy. It wasn't cold at all, yet a shiver ran through his spine.

Finally, Forestrain settled down in his nest, curled up with his tail over his muzzle, although he couldn't sleep. The same sentence repeated in his head.

"Well, then Forestrain, be aware. DeathClan is coming for you."