Hell-o people! I hope you're all in for a nice, tragic battle. Someone will die, and someone will fade. But don worry, this story is going in a twissssssssst. :) Hope you enjoy, and I have decided to make a schedule. Every week on Sunday, I shall update a chapter. Sorry if i sometimes have to update on Monday, so don't decide to throw moldy cheese at meh ;_;. Anyway, fyi my Grandma is all better :)
Eaglehaze: You're characters were hard to put in order, but I organized them in a bunch, so I am REALLY sorreh if I mess anything up. It's not that you gave me so many characters, (which I am grateful to hell, 'cause I was running out of idea's for the names.) It was a pleasure inveloping everyone's characters!
Thank you Falling Storm, Leona 'Jay' Jasmin, and Wildfire Talausa for being really big supporters for the past really LONG weeks, and keep supporting me to continue this story, that I find that many people do like, you are the ones who keep encouraging me to write this story, and believe me! Without all this support, I wouldn't have been writing. I want to thank you three as much as possible! Thanks for all the support guys. Since my writing is getting awknoledged so well, I am giving you the name of a new fanfiction I am starting to write in Febuary 2014! And if you have read Crookedstar's Promise, then you will have a nice time reading that fanfiction! (It's about Mapleshade and her life! *disclaimers and spoilers* It's called Mapleshade's Story!)

Breezeclaw whipped around, fur starting to bristle, crouching infront of his mate, tail lashing protectively. The she-cat's eyes were wide, but did not hind the blazing fire that always glowed in those depths. The she-cat was ready for battle. Breezeclaw was agitated, and the first cat to speak was Winterstar.

"Who are you?" the queen asked, her voice as icy as her heart.

"I am Bloodstar. I have brought back my brothers and sisters to gain back this forest as I was supposed to by my great great great grandfather, Scrouge. I suppose you all have heard of him," the black cat spoke, his voice icy and cold. Rainstorm swore she heard some fear in his voice, but it vanished almost instantly, so she felt unsure. Rainstorm saw that the other warriors were infront of their mates, kits were herded up the trees, but their mother's watched from above with eyes wide as she saw deathy glows in the eyes of the warriors behind Bloodstar.

Rainstorm was behind Stormheart, as he insisted that she stays behind him, and he was careful not to get any stranger too close. And in just the perfect amount of time, surprised every cat in the clearing with a blood-freezing, ear-splitting battle cry from Bloodstar, him leaping to the StormClan leader, blasting her off her paws.

A battle exploded, cats screaming, and the air was filled with the scent of blood almost immediately. There was more cats on Bloodstar's side then ever before, about twice as many as the Clan cats.
No cat knew how he managed to recruite so many evil, blood-lustful cats turned to the side of death. Every Clan cat was locked in a battle for life and death. The brother and sister team, Silvermist and Blacknight, were battling together, back to back, sending three BloodClan warriors cowering, and ran in the forest. The team have always worked together. Silvermist and Blacknight shared a look of pure awesomeness.

The two cats gave a triumphant grin, and plunged in another lock of screaming BloodClan warriors. Dustpaw and Icepaw were fighting, Icepaw was making sure that Dustpaw won't get scarred too hard. Both of the warrior apprentices had a wild gleam in their eyes. Both of fright and terror, but a dangerous glint roared in the blazing mist of Icepaw's eyes. Giving a loud roar of anger, he leaped on one warrior that was ripping his claws down Moonheart's fur. Moonheart was slender and beautiful. She was a nice excuse to be mistaken as a small feeble cat, with all beauty.

But noooo! If you knew Moonheart, she would be one of the first cats of MoorClan to claw you're muzzle open if you dared to attack her Clanmates and hurt anyone she cared for.

Dustpaw was watching with eyes wide, but was smacked off her paws as some stupid tom ran in to her.

"Dustpaw, no!" Icepaw screeched as the tom bit the apprentice in the neck, letting her eyes role in her head and black out.

Icepaw shrieks with rage, running up to the tom, punching his face, and then sinking his teeth in his pelt, shaking him on the ground.

The warrior was soon begging for mercy, telling the big muscled apprentice to leave him alone.
Rainstorm was locked in a spitting mass of warriors, as four of them leaped on her, letting out cries for blood. Stormheart screeched in panic, and lunged over to help, but something golden knocked him over. He was knocked out in a daze, and he heard scrabbling paws all around him.

Wolfspirit and Ravenfeather were struggling with two of the biggest BloodClan warriors any cat has ever seen. Dustpaw and Icepaw were finishing with the last warrior, before leaping over to help. This battle was meant to be won, or lost. No cat knew, because it would mean winning, getting the BloodClan warriors to leave in the world of the unknown, but the forest was still ash-burned after the fire. Losing, meant that they were going to be driven out of the forest, into the unknown territories that have never been explored by the Warrior Clans.

Winterstar was knocked on the ground, her shoulder was impaled in a sharp rock, which made her cry out in pain. Rainstorm was getting tortured, taunted by the seven BloodClan warriors, teasing her about her size. They lashed out at her from every side, and she whips around to defend herself, only to feel another blow dealt on her haunches.

Blood spilled on the ground. The sky was starting to rumble. The cats were unaware of it. Winterstar and Bloodstar were tackling eachother, struggling to get a grip on eachother. But claws were too slippery, and it was getting tiring. Bloodstar tried to fight with fury continuously, but to his horror, his strikes were getting more feeble.

Winterstar was getting tired, but saw this as an opportunity to strike. She leaped on him, starting to claw him on the throat. Furzestar and Yellowstar were working together, their movements swift and quick, finishing off a spitting battered she-cat, and two bloody young toms, who had a dangerous fire that gleamed in their eyes.

Stormheart only now awakened from his knock out, leaping to his paws. Where was Rainstorm? He couldn't see her past all the fighting she-cats and toms. This was an intense battle. Queens were fighting from the nooks in the trees, kicking down warriors who dared to try to get to the kits. Echokit, and Songkit were huddled in the corner of the nook, hiding in their nest as their mother, Wolfsong did some cat-karate, kicking away some ugly looking tom cat with a snagging tooth.

"Ewwwwwwww." Echokit scrunches up her nose. "His face is messed up.."

Wolfsong sent the angry BloodClan warrior flying off the trunk of the Cedar Tree, running away with his tail streaming right behind him. Songkit watched her mother aghast. "Wow, mom! You're awesome!" She squeals, running up to her mother, hugging her paw. "Ssh, kits." Their mother meows frightfully. "Rest, my little darlings," she whispers, laying down, covering their ears with her fluffy tail, trying to keep out the horrible often screams of a cat

. She looks down once in a while, praying to see the golden shape of Goldenfire. Her eyes flickered with worry as she seen four MoorClan cats get chased away by three horrible looking warriors. Her eyes widened, and prayed her mewling kits to be quiet.

"HUSH!" she whispered-screams to her kits, trying to make them understand that this was an important matter.

The got frightened of how fierce their mother sounded, and their voice fell. But then, Songkit, started to cough.

Wolfsong gave a panicked mew, and heard the BloodClan warriors picking their way delicately up the bank.

Suddenly, Wolfsong heard a loud scream. The three warriors fell on the ground, and Goldenfire along with Eclipsefur and Howlingmoon took down the there. "Thanks, love!" Wolfsong smiles at him, then screeches. "Warriors, behind you!"

Goldenfire and his patrol give a loud battle roar, and chased them back to the clearing. There was a loud thud, and the body of Bloodstar fell. The clearing grew silent, and the bloody pelt of Rainstorm was on the ground. Stormheart screams, running up to her. But a golden, sturdy body, was already over Rainstorm, trying to see if she was awake.

The amber eyes of the powerful tom turned to Stormheart. "It's about time we settle something," the golden tabby growls, blood dripping from his muzzle. A battle ended, and a new one starts. He got in a battle circle with Stormheart. Cat's turned and watched. Weak, desperate, they couldn't do anything to stop the cats from fighting. Every cat was on the ground, limping, or trying to see if they could help the weak and old.

Stormheart nods, his eyes burning with a new fire. "It's about time, Lionfire." He hisses. He couldn't lose this time. He was fighting for the cat he loved. The cat he always wished to embrace, to live a life with. He always thought Rainstorm of more than just a friend. He would want his life dedicated for her. He would fight for her, and die for her. Only to have her life freed, without harm and horrible nightmares. He wish Rainstorm could live without Lionfire bothering her..

Lionfire only wanted Rainstorm not because he loved her. He did at first, he has to admit. But now, he felt anger burning in his chest. He wanted to do everything so he could ruin Stormheart's wish. He has always dreamed of this day. And now, it was coming true.

Lionfire let out a growl, and it told Stormheart the battle began. Both toms leaped at eachother, claws against claws, and the last thing Rainstorm whispered. "Please...Don't..." She whispers, but it was lost in the scream of the cat. The world turned upside down for Rainstorm, and her vision turned black...

To be continued...