The 100-Review Special is finished! I posted it on Deviantart if you want to go check it out. :)

QLKwriter: XD I think I made a resolution to read more. Well, that didn't go as fast as yours did, but it sure went down the drain within the first two weeks! I have a suspicion that that might be the point of reviews, so that you can break them. It could "satisfy your rule-breaking needs" or something. O.O That sounds sort of dystopian-ish.

The Age of Awesomeness: Well, that's one way of looking at things. XD But I do want to thank you for telling me what a great writer I am in basically (I haven't actually counted) every single review you give. It really motivates me to actually get going and write the next chapter. :) So thanks a bunch for that!

EradrinSkyleaf: …wow. That has got to be the longest review you've ever given me. But it made me laugh, so… *gives invisible Legolas plushie* (I went back and reread the first few chapters of your story Storms of Rain) I'll just go through the rest of the review now. Thank you for saying I'm awesome! :) So are you! And having purr-fect teeth is pretty great, though the spacers make it easier for food to get trapped between your teeth. -.- Yes, I do like potatoes. ;) You know, I never thought much about so much off-topic-ness before. Yeah, I think you're right. XD And Netflix is amazing. (back to the top) I'm a terrible runner, but don't worry, Rainpaw will get better at running. :) One last thing: I didn't actually see the whole review in my email. It got cut off because it was too long.

Anova00: Ah, well I guess you can't break any then! That seems to be the point of New Years resolutions anyway. :P Ukraine is right around the border between Europe and Asia, right? I'm sorry if I'm completely off, my geography around that area sucks.

Nightfeather: I'm very glad you haven't broken that particular New Years resolution. Maybe if you just refuse to run ever you'll survive until 2016. XD I'm kidding, you should run sometimes, like maybe running to the bus because you're late or running after something that blew away in the wind. I try not to procrastinate, but sometimes that doesn't exactly go as planned. :P Really? I actually know about ten people (not necessarily in my family) who have birthdays in January. You're welcome for updating on your birthday! It was the only thing I could give you. ;)

Wilowdream of ForestClan: Don't worry, Rainpaw'll be fine. He's got two new friends to help him out! :)

Sootpaw's POV

"Attack! Attack!"

I whipped around, eyes wide and claws extended, as Twigpaw rushed into camp. He tripped over his own paws and tumbled head over tail, finally skidding to a halt several tail-lengths from me.

Twigpaw had come. An apprentice had arrived to tell of an attack. Plus, he was a tom. I knew full well he would have wanted so badly to stay if there was an attack, unless he feared for the lives of his Clanmates. Therefore it must be a huge attack, one in which the three warriors on the border patrol would be currently fighting for their lives in.

"Where is it, Twigpaw?" I asked urgently. "Where did they attack?"

Twigpaw coughed. I didn't blame him – he must have raced through half the forest to get here. "By… at the border by the old Twoleg den."

I looked up at the suddenly silent, watchful Clan. "We have to move!" I called. "Larkwing, you lead one patrol and I'll lead another. I'll take Molewhisker, Mistheart, Scorchblaze, and Shadepaw. Sparrowtalon, Streamfrost, Snowclaw, Dawnpaw, you go with Larkwing. Crouchfoot, Morningpaw, and Twigpaw, stay here to guard Amberwing and her kits." I glanced around, checking to make sure I hadn't left out any cats. "Let's go!" And, flicking my tail at my patrol, I sprinted for the entrance to the stone hollow.

It took several minutes of noisy crashing through undergrowth, ferns and low-growing branches whipping through my fur. I kept my eyes narrowed and fixed on the path ahead of my paws. It wouldn't do to get an eye injury or to trip now. The atmosphere was just too tense, too worried about our Clanmates. Aspentail, Cherryfall, and Rustpelt would definitely be tiring by now. What if one of them fell? What if a well-timed NightClan strike sent claws ripping into neck fur?

A foul scent touched my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, trying to figure out what it was. There was definitely something tangy and sour hidden within it – fear. I also smelled something like moon-old crowfood – NightClan warriors? But the thing I dreaded, that scent that overpowered all the rest, washed over me in relentless tides – blood. A lake's worth of blood seemed to have been spilled ahead.

I quickened my pace, leaping over a line of bushes, my strong but short legs reaching high into the air. When I landed again, I was mobbed by an absolute stampede of cats.

Warriors, their muscles hard from relentless training, scars still visible from their attack on the LeopardClan camp, hurled themselves at a tiny area fenced in by tree trunks on three sides. Taking a chance to expose my belly, I reared up on my hind legs for a heartbeat and caught the flashes of brown and ginger fur. My three brave warriors still held their own against the positive flood of NightClan cats. But I could see them tiring fast; their blows were slow and inaccurate, easy enough for the NightClan warriors to dodge. I knew I had to do something fast.

Dropping back onto all fours, I puffed myself up to twice my normal size and let out an earsplitting battle yowl. "Get away from them!" I shrieked, my throat hurting from how loudly I shouted, and plunged into the battle with claws unsheathed and fangs bared.

The first opponent I sank my claws into was a small, light gray mottled she-cat. She flashed unnervingly pale yellow eyes on me, mouth open in a hiss. I took a chance and shoved my paw into her mouth, claws ripping at her cheeks and tongue. She let out a scream of pain and bit down hard on my paw, her teeth scraping bone. I yowled and dug my hind claws into her spine to force her to release me.

She dropped to the ground and rolled, crushing me beneath her body weight, but I sank in my claws and pushed her off, my muscles straining. Wow, that she-cat was heavy, even though she was so small! It must have been all that muscle.

I rolled over, springing to my paws once again, eyes flashing in her direction. Just as I was about to leap on her again, she hit the ground awkwardly and I heard a snap of breaking bone. Her body went limp.

I hesitated, watching her for a moment. It didn't look like she was moving. She did land on her head, so had that snap been her neck? Was she dead?

I didn't get much time to consider or even check to see if she was still alive. As I crouched there, unsure of what to do, I heard a yowl of pain and fury. I turned just in time to see a light brown tom, his tabby markings exactly the same as the she-cat's, crash into me. We tumbled over and over together, his claws ripping at my shoulders, his words echoing in my ears.

"You killed her! I'll kill you!" "You killed her! I'll kill you!" "You killed her! I'll kill you!"

With enough effort to force a yowl from my lungs, I twisted around, the tom's claws dragging through my fur over my shoulder and down my foreleg. I battered his underbelly with my powerful hind legs, claws unsheathed. He shrieked and rolled away, finally releasing me as blood began soaking his lighter belly fur, staining it dark crimson. He leaped to his paws and, the fire of battle illuminating his amber eyes, sprang at me again. But this time I was ready for him.

I ducked, slipped underneath his grasping forepaws, then pushed my shoulders straight up, catching him in his already wounded underbelly and unbalancing him. He crashed heavily onto his side, paws waving frantically in the air to swipe at me, but I batted them aside and pinned him with one paw on his shoulder and another on his hindquarters. Digging in my claws, I stared at him ferociously.

"You're beaten," I growled. "Now run back to whatever dank hole you came from."

The tom spat at me but, though he struggled, couldn't move. Finally, he relented. "Fine," he growled. "You've won."

I pressed him down one last time, making sure he winced before releasing him. I didn't want him thinking he could spring back up and slash me across the muzzle. I trusted these NightClan warriors to fight by the Warrior Code about as much as I trusted myself with talking to Dawnpaw. But the tom seemed to have gotten the message. Giving me one last, burning stare, he padded heavily over to his sister's body and began dragging her away.

Lifting my injured foreleg off the ground, I glanced around at the others. Larkwing's patrol seemed to have arrived at the same end of the clearing that Aspentail, Cherryfall, and Rustpelt had fought in. They, along with my own patrol, had succeeded in chasing away the majority of the NightClan warriors. Only Ragingwish, the deputy, and Nightstar remained. Ragingwish was already pinned by five cats and couldn't move, though he struggled still to free himself, so I limped over to where Nightstar was backed against a tree trunk, cornered like a rabbit.

I stood as squarely as I could what with the crackling pain shooting up my foreleg every time I put weight on it. "We've won this battle," I said in as commanding of a voice as I could manage. "Take your dead and injured and go back to your own territory."

Nightstar's yellow eyes gleamed maliciously at me. "I would say the same to you," he meowed slyly. "Not all of your Clanmates will return home tonight."

As he leaped away around the side of the tree, back to NightClan's pine forest, I felt fear gurgle in the pit of my stomach. Who had died? Who wouldn't be returning home tonight? I whipped around, searching the crowd of faces for a certain pale gray pelt, the brilliant sparkle of pale blue eyes. As my terror mounted and I began limping through my Clanmates, I finally spotted her. Dawnpaw stood, her head hanging with exhaustion, her pelt scratched and dirty, but alive. I felt relief temporarily swamp my heart before I looked around me once more.

A ginger splash of fur lay on the ground near the opposite edge of the clearing as I slowly limped closer, I realized who it was, not by the face or markings, but by the cat lying on top. Molewhisker lay collapsed on top of his sister, Cherryfall.

Sorry for the abrupt ending. I meant for this chapter to go on longer, but it ended up going on too long, so I'm splitting it up into 2 parts. I'll post the next part in a couple of days. And now, on to the AOTD and the QOTD!

AOTD: My resolution was to write at least once a week. So if I'm going by Sunday-Through-Saturday weeks instead of 7-Days-Since-I-Last-Wrote weeks, then I still haven't broken it! :D

Ah, Sootpaw was so stressed today, what with the battle and him worrying about the border patrol.

QOTD: How do you deal with stress? Like what do you do to reduce your stress?