Stormheart's POV.
Stormheart pads out of camp, his nose twitching, catching signs of prey, suddenly, a scuttle rustled the leaves of an elderbush. Stormheart quickly dropped in a hunter's crouch, pawing his way toward the mouse. The mouse caught sight of him, and dashed toward the opposite end. A paw scooped it up, and killed it. Two green eyes were staring intently at Stormheart. "Thank you, Lionfire." Stormheart said briskly. Lionfire only nods. "I want to ask you a question." He says, eying Stormheart with his cold gaze. "Lionfire..." Stormheart trails off. "Go right ahead. Ask away." He says, suspiciously.
"I want to ask you...Why you are getting close with Rainstorm?" he mews dangerously quiet. "I...I have a right, Lionfire." Stormheart's fur starts to bristle. "Yes, yes, you do. But you don't love her like I do." He snarls. Stormheart takes a pace back, eyes wide. "You don't know the way I think about her!" Stormheart retorts. "Actually, I want to know. Stormheart, your interfering with things. I am serious. Your just playing around." Lionfire says coldly, knocking Stormheart on the ground.
Stormheart leaped on Lionfire, bowling him over. Lionfire twists, and manages to catch Stormheart's left paw, making Stormheart fall on his right. Lionfire gave a screech of triumph. Stormheart growls, and wriggles underneath Lionfire, surging up on his back paws, causing Stomheart to tumble on his back. Stormheart catches Lionfire's tail, and Lionfire falls. Stormheart claws his back, which Lionfire is sent into pain. Stormheart leaps away from Lionfire's blow. Suddenly, a cat slids out of the bushes. "Stop." Windstar growls. "I've heard everything, and I don't like it." She says. "Camp. NOW. Stormheart, take your mouse with you.
Rainstorm's POV.
Rainstorm paced in camp, after a really wild hunt. Rumors were heard that another fight occurred between Stormheart and Lionfire. Rainstorm was particularly confused because she knew Stormheart as a quiet type. He wasn't the one that always sprung into fights. But apparently, the fight was about her. Windstar questioned Rainstorm all day, demanding explanations. Rainstorm rarely knew what each fight was about. Frankly, fights between the two warriors were like a daily routine. But now both of them are back on apprentice duty. They even lost their name privileges, and were stuck in the elders den pulling out ticks.
Personally, Rainstorm thought it was a bit to harsh the punishment that Windstar lay down for the two previous warriors. But apparently, the warriors were even respected like pesky apprentices. Scorned by the older warriors, teased by the other apprentices, and the elders did too. Bu Rainstorm conceded after a while that they were Clan nuisances. They did hunt poorly, always teasing each other and snarling out rude comments. Funny thing is, Rainstorm noticed she was the only one that did hang out with them... When they weren't fighting, of course. Rainstorm shrugged the thought away. Stormpaw and Lionpaw walked in the clearing each holding a mouse. Stormpaw had a large crow, and Lionpaw held a medium-sized thrush.
"Well done," Rainstorm's eyes the catches. "I'm sure the elders will feed well tonight." She smiles, gives them a curt nod, and pads away leaving the two apprentice's to stare after her. Stormpaw breathed a little. "She's so pretty..." He thinks in his head as he shot Lionpaw a warning glare and pads to the fresh-kill pile dropping his catch. He sat down and groomed his fur where Lionpaw's claws have left a mark which burned his pelt. he sighed, and bushed his fur to hid the claw-marks.
Windstar's POV.
Windstar sat on the edge of High-Rock, ready to call a meeting. She refused to take on a new deputy six moons after Heronfeather died. His mate had two healthy kits named Plumkit and Firekit. Both promising warriors. The Clan was going on well, but she needed a deputy to make her Clan strong. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath Highledge for a Clan meeting." Windstar's small voice rang across the clearing. Many cats started to join her. Wasptail, Morningdew and and Beesting padded out of the warriors den. Lionpaw and Stormpaw sat down, while Dustfeather and his apprentice sat outside the medicine-cat den, finishing up their really long conversation on herb-gathering. Dusk patrol came in camp, followed by the hunting patrol. Since StormClan had no deputy, Windstar picked out the patrols, effortlessly, but still, she needed a deputy.
"Its time for me to pick out a deputy." Windstar mews, her mew strong. Whispering erupted, but soon quieted down to find out who was the new deputy was. "Heronfeather was a great deputy, but Clan life goes on. Hurricanefire will be the next deputy of StormClan." Cheers erupted of pleasure erupted from the Clan. "Hurricanefire! Hurricanefire!" All the cats cheered. "Hurricanefire, do you promise to do your best as deputy? Serve your Clanmates well?" Windstar questioned the new deputy with warm eyes. Hurricanefire was indeed, a clever and popular choice. He proved his loyalty over and over, and many times. "I do, and I will promise I will do anything possible to make my Clan as strong as possible." He vowed.