Foxbracken: Yeah. You'll learn more in later chapeters!

Pumpkinfur: No, it's no problem at all! Thanks for being honest! If you could PM me, and give me some suggestions or something, to help improve my story, that'd be great. To clear up your questions, Ravenpaw decided he would join Bloodclan, and became Duskraven. As for Barley, don't worry! He's just stubborn to give into Bloodclan's demands, given his bad past with them. Things will get better for him soon!

Chapter 11: The Training

"What! Moss! But all the other apprentices are off fighting an-"

"Enough. I don't want to hear another complaint out of you, Shatterbreeze. You're getting moss for the Unchoosens and warriors. It's a very important duty." Colddusk replied calmly.

Shatterbreeze growled softly. "They have four paws that aren't broken. They can get it themselves. We have an upcoming war, and what will I know how to do? Pick moss." A scowl formed on her face.

Colddusk chuckled. "Tell you what. You pick moss today, and I'll tell you a bit about Thunderclan. Insider secrets. Ok?"

Her ears perks, and she shuffled her paws. "Well, I guess that's ok, but where are we going to get moss from?"

"You'll see."

The black she-cat and white tom slowly padded toward Highstones. As they approached, Shatterbreeze saw clumps of green over the hard, dark grey surfaces.

The tom padded toward a large patch and sniffed it. Satisfied, he beckoned with his tail for the apprentice to come. Shatterbreeze padded over, her head tilted. "What do we do?"

The tom smiled. He unsheathed his claws, gently pulling at the moss. He worked slowly and meticulously, carving into the green patch. He grabbed it with his teeth, and pulled up a bed of moss. Shatterbreeze flicked her ear, clearly not amused.

"Now you try." He said through his mouth full of moss. The white tom dragged the nest a tail length away, and then proceeded to lie down upon it while watching Shatterbreeze.

"Lazy, mouse-brained tom." Shatterbreeze muttered under her breath. Unsheathing her claws, she attempted to mimic Colddusk's actions. She must have been really itching to fight, because soon the moss felt like a Thunderclan cat's fur, and it lied there in a pile of green fuzz, shredded. Growling, the apprentice knocked away the shredded moss. It fluttered in the breeze before landing softly a fox-length away.

She flicked her ears as her mentor chuckled. "Don't treat the moss like an enemy cat's pelt. Here, like this." He demonstrated his movements to her again. Frowning, she watched. Then she groaned. "This is for mouse-brains. You act like I'm going to stay behind while the wars going on, tending to the Unchoosens. If I don't start battle training, I'll soon become one of those ungrateful, weak, pathetic-"

She froze as the white tom gave her a stern glare. Suddenly, he cuffed her over the ear, claws sheathed. She snapped. "Hey!" and took a swing at him. He easily dodged her blow, pinning her paw as it landed on the ground. Now her legs were criss-crossed, and she topped over as she got tripped up.

Colddusk flicked his tail. "Enough. You shouldn't talk about your clanmates like that." Shatterbreeze looked away, and Colddusk heard a mumble of what he thinks was a 'Fine'. He let her up and sighed. "Maybe if I told you a little about Thunderclan, you'll calm down enough so you don't shred your bedding."

The black she-cat's ears perked. "Yeah!" She settled down beside him, ears perked and eyes wide and alert. The tom chuckled and settled back down on the moss.

"Do you remember anything of that night? The night your mother left?"

Shatterbreeze shook her head no.

"Ok then. Your mother had left Thunderclan in chaos. Many cats left or disappeared. There were few warriors left, and the queens had gone missing, along with their kits.

Thunderclan is in chaos. With so few warriors, he's bribed a few kittypets to join. A few warriors, who were there during The Falling, as they call it, are training them, and a few are ready to sink their claws in Bloodclan cats. Ivorytail is the worst. She's become…obsessed with the idea. She trains extremely hard, almost viciously. Sometimes, Willowfur, her battle training apprentice, came back with almost fatal wounds. And with so few warriors who know how to hunt, because of injuries, there is so little prey. That's why they raided your hunting patrol. I'm surprised they came back with anything. They're all skin and bones now. Maybe Riverclan is feeding them too."

A thud in front of him made him jump, fur bristling on his neck. Colddusk blinked, coming out of his story trance. Two moss nests lay in front of him. He looked at Shatterbreeze, who was picking moss out of her claws, in awe, then happiness.

"Good job! Let's go get these back to camp."

She nodded, setting her paw down and grabbing the moss mats in her jaws carefully. Colddusk grabbed his, and they started to drag them towards camp.

Suddenly, a grey blur flew at Shatterbreeze. The moss was knocked out of her mouth, and her ears rang with hissing. She unsheathed her claws and blindly sunk them into her attacker, who yowled. A grey paw smacked into her head hard, and her vision margin began to shrink, turning black at the edges. She barely saw the gleam of fangs, raised and ready to pierce her neck.

Colddusk snarled and leapt at the grey tom, knocking him off of her. As Shatterbreeze sat up, clearing the stars that danced across her vision, she saw their opponent clearly. He was a dark grey tabby tom with bright yellow eyes. Colddusk finally had him pinned. Shatterbreeze shook her head and bared her fangs at the tom. "And who might you be, attacking fierce Bloodclan warriors!"

The tom snarled and spat. "You're not Shard! You're just an apprentice!"

Suddenly, Silver appeared from the undergrowth. "Shatterbreeze, Colddusk? Darkshard sent me to look for y-" She froze as she took in the moss nests, partially shredded from being ripped from Shatterbreeze's jaws. Then her gaze fell upon the grey tom. He mimicked her expression of utter shock. "Risingpaw?"

"Greytail?"