"Kazefire! There you are!" Sparkpool called out to the figure at the top of the hill in the hunting grounds of Starclan. Then the figure she thought was Starfire jumped right in front of her.
"Think again, little kitty!" An unknown cat hissed in her ear.
Who is this?! Sparkpool wondered, scared.
As if to answer her question, the strange cat replied, "I am the leader of a secret Clan, known as DeathClan. My name is Sharpfang."
"Th-Then doesn`t that mean you sh-should be 'Sharpstar' since your leader?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"We don`t follow that Starclan junk. Well anymore." Then the bloody, evil, rugged tom laughed at something. Something she didn`t want to know, but she found out anyway. "You`re to be my mate little kitty." He said with a smirk.
"NO!" A yowl as loud as thunder came from the top of the hill.
"Kazefire! You`re here!" Sparkpool cried out in relief at the sight of the slick-furred tom racing down the hill
"Good luck, weakling," Sharpfang called to his attacker. The fight had started bloody.
Kazefire dashed with his WindClan speed toward Sharpfang, and then while diving under Sharpfang, he unsheathed his claw and clawed his underbelly. Sharpfang yowled in pain, but quickly regained the battling skill he learned just a moon after he was born.
"We`re more powerful than that pathetic ShadowClan of yours!" Sharpfang said while clawing Kazefire`s soft underbelly with claws worse than Tigerstar's. Sparkpool raced to find cobweb to seal Kazefire's new scar and any other wounds he might have received from his attacker. When she returned, she saw Sharpfang cackling as Kazefire writhed in pain on the reddening grass of the once peaceful hunting grounds of Starclan.
Full of anger and rage, Sparkpool raced from her spot, dropping the cobwebs in the process, and unsheathed her claws to attack the retched old cat. "Get away from him!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Sharpfang whipped around in surprise at the female attacker. "What the bloody-" He was cut off as she rammed into him, and dug her claws into his skin. "Bloody Dark Forest!" He cried in agony as she unleashed a series of blows all over his body, leaving gashes for his scarlet blood to flow through.
Kazefire was trying to stand back up, but his wounds restricted him from moving, hardly, at all. "Sparkpool!" He cried as Sharpfang was on the ground. "I need you to help me with my cuts!"
Sparkpool slid to his side, cobwebs on her tail, and started to bandage his wounds. "You can`t move, or they`ll open up again."
Kazefire smiled. "You make a wonderful medicine cat, Sparkpool." He muttered.
"Thank you. I`m sure you would have made an excellent mentor, Kazefire." Sparkpool nodded to her, as some would put it, spirit protector.
Just then, Sharpfang launched himself at the two, crying the words, "You both shall be members of DeathClan! One way or another!"