Note: I'm changing the original Warriors plot line just a bit to fit this chapter. Warriors still belongs to Erin Hunter, and her story, characters, and plot will always be hers.

Chapter 19: The Spy

Shatterbreeze woke with a start. Where am I? A wave of agony made her grit her teeth to keep from screaming out. Why does my…oh. She pulled a bloodied paw away from her stomach, remembering the battle. Her head swam with pain. The others began to stir under the watchful eye of the Thunderclan and Riverclan allies. Slowly, the procession of captures and captives came in view of the camp. A yowl sounded, Shatterbreeze guessed it was signaling their arrival, and she heard movement on the other side of the camp wall.

Something about the wall makes her blink, curiosity dancing in her eyes, despite her fatigue. A green vine with sharp points had been weaved into the walls, and the place stunk of fish. Ignoring the Riverclan scent, she narrowed her eyes at the vine, trying to identify it. Lunaclaw had told her about it once, but what was it?

Catbriar. She nodded, satisfied that she had successfully remembered the name. She was sure, if she got back, her mother would love to hear about this. A rough nudge broke her thoughts. She turned with a low growl before stalking away from the entrance guards toward the rest of the Bloodclan cats.

With bleeding paws, the captives trudged into camp through the vegetation tunnel. Shatterbreeze peered around the camp with observant, yet tired eyes. Cats watched them with scorn, hate, fear, you name it, it was plastered on a cat's face.

The one with the white tail scurried toward a den, and moments later, the she emerged with a shadow black tom with grey stripes. He glanced over the group with disinterest until he fixed his dark brown eyes on Shatterbreeze. He flicked his torn ear. "Put them in the abandoned den for now. Don't heal or feed them yet."

The cats were herded into a den made out of tree roots, tangled with dead vines and more Catbriar. Old moss nests, some crumbling into a fine dust, lay scattered on the floor.

"This is it?! THIS is what we get? Some rotting tree and dusty nests?" Silver hissed.

"It's what you filthy Bloodies deserve!" the escort spat before padding away as another cat took his place.

Shatterbreeze flicked her tail before looking around the den. It was pretty roomy, almost like the one that hid her secret tunnel outside-camp entrance. She smiled. "Let's do some recon, and then when we escape, we know more about what we're up against!" She whispered to Chill.

"Ok. See what you can find out."

She looked around the walls of the den, when she spotted sunlight. Perfect! A hole just big enough for her to squeeze through. She wiggled under the root, popping outside the den. She quickly darted toward the shadows, blending in because of her black pelt. She slipped around the edge of camp, carefully making her way towards the leader's den, where the black, grey stripped tom and a tom with short silver fur and black paws disappeared into.

First, she passed a fallen tree. She heard a rasping voice in the base of the tree trunk. It was followed by little squeaks. It also smelt of fish and river water mixed with oak trees.

"Then what happened? Tell us, Riverspots!" a tiny male squeak sounded.

A female voice chuckled. "Hold on there, Ashkit. Don't tackle your sisters in all the excitement! Breezekit, Sandkit, are you alright?"

Two "yes, Riverspots" echoed. Then Ashkit piped up. "Now tell us about the Great Battle!" Intrigued, Shatterbreeze perked her ears, settling down into the shadows as she listened intently as the kits.

"Ok. Ok. My clan was once allies with your clan. There used to be a great leader of your clan named Firestar. He had a flame colored pelt, and blazing green eyes. He had just been named leader, when a cat influenced by greed and power, named Tigerclaw, took over leadership of Shadowclan. Tigerstar wanted the whole forest, and revenge on Firestar for foiling his plans to become leader of Thunderclan. Tigerstar sought out the help of a Twolegplace cat with a black pelt and a white paw and blaze on his chest. His name was Scourge."

The kits gasped. Breezekit, with a higher pitched voice, mewled. "Is that a kittypet name?"

"No, mousebrain! That's a Bloodclan name! Right?" Sandkit meowed.

"That's right. He was the leader of the Old Bloodclan. Every cat feared him because he could kill dogs. Every cat except Firestar.

Firestar was a very brave cat, despite his kittypet origins. He fought off and killed that Brokenstar, and then Twolegs came and drove away the clans with dogs. When the Twolegs left, we settled here, but that's another story.

Anyway, Tigerstar wanted Scourge to help him kill off the rest of the clans. When Scourge refused, Tigerstar attacked him, and Scourge gave him a wound so bad, Starclan could not heal him and he lost all nine lives.

Firestar united the remaining clans into Lionclan to fight off this Bloodclan. Scrouge took one of his lives, but Firestar killed him in the end. Scourge's followers ran away, back to Twolegplace, and no one has heard of them since."

"Will we win this war too?"

"Of course, kit."

"Story times over. Go to sleep, Riverspots, before I give you something to make you sleep." A sharp female voice snapped.

Riverspots's rasping chuckle followed. "Calm down, Shywing, you grumpy fur-ball. Take some poppyseeds! Once a medicine cat, always a medicine cat."

Shatterbreeze blinked, snapping herself out of her trance. That Riverspots is a great storyteller, but I have to keep going! She kept to the shadows along the camp wall, passing the apprentice den, then the warrior den. Finally, she came to the nursery. Frowning, something pulled at her memory. She inhaled, the smell of milk filling her nose. She snorted. It's probably just like the Unchoosen den. She shrugged it off.

She crept to the leader den, placing her ear on the cold surface. Muffled voices came thorugh the rock, and she strained her ear to make sense of the chatter.

"Now that they are missing a few warriors, they'll be weak enough to surround. We can finish this once and for all!"

"No, Darkfoot! We'll wait. There are few more valuable cats they possess. We have to liberate our queens."

"If they even want to come back." Murmured Darkfoot.

"Of course they do!" the other roared. "Why wouldn't they? They've been prisoners, catnapped against their will!"

"You're right. You're right." Darkfoot soothed. "Orders?"

"Go and get Silentstar! We must discuss our battle strategy."

"Right away, Duskstar."

Shatterbreeze shrank, standing perfectly still as Darkfoot padded out of the den and bounded out of camp. Shatterbreeze let out a silent breath before slowly padding back toward the den. She couldn't wait to tell the others what she found out!

Yet, as she passed the nursery again, she couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity.

Like I said, just a little plot tweak to make everything make sense, and so Erin Hunter's characters (which belong to her) and my characters could kind of mix. Thunderclan and Riverclan are sharing camps, so that's why Riverspots was in the Thunderclan Elders den. Review with any questions, and I'll try to answer them! By the way, anyone want an updated Alliances? Let me know! Check out the poll on my bio page! Thanks to my reviewers and Happy Reading! -Luna