"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, join beneath the High rock for a clan meeting!" Bluestar yowled as the clan made their way to the clearing to sit below the rock and look up at their.

Firepaw stirred in his nest and Spottedleaf walked over to him, "Are you okay, Firepaw?"

He nodded sleepily and raised his paw to wash. But as his tongue made contact with his paw, he yelped in pain, "So it wasn't a dream..." he muttered crossly.

"No," she purred in amusement, "Come on then. Bluestar's just called a clan meeting. Can you limp there, or do you need my help?"

"I can do it!" He said quickly as he stood up awkwardly, avoiding putting his paw down. The swelling had gone down a little, but still wasn't completely healed. Gritting his teeth, he limped out the den to where everyone else was sitting. They looked back at him and Spottedleaf before refocusing on Bluestar.

"These two cats saved the life of one of our clanmates yesterday..." she began.

Firepaw sat next to Graypaw and Sandpaw. Dustpaw was on the otherside of Graypaw and Ravenpaw was making his way to Spottedleaf.

"Are you feeling better?" Sandpaw whispered.

"Of course." He muttered, but of course he wasn't. His paw wouldn't touch the ground, and she noticed.

"They showed strength, bravey, and boldness in doing so. I asked them a very important question, and they went home to sleep on it..."

Firepaw noticed the two cats she was talking about sitting beside her on Highrock. White and black tom with blue eyes and a silver and white she-cat with blue eyes. His fur lifted, It's them! He suddenly had a bad feeling... which was soon answered and rewarded.

"Now they are back. Some of my senior warriors, Lionheart and Whitestorm, and I have decided that they will join Thunderclan. Everything went silent as everyone froze... What?

"WHAT?!" It took Firepaw a moment to realize that everyone had turned to look at him because he was the one who'd yelled that, "Bluestar, are you serious?! They're kittypets! They don't know how to live in the wild! They're pampered twoleg toys with four paws and fur!"

The she-cat spoke up, her blue eyes flashing, "We obviously know how to live in the wild better than you," she pointedly looked at his paw pressed to his chest as he glared defiantly up at her with three stiff legs on the ground.

"I'm a cat, mouse brain! I'm not supposed to know how to swim!" He growled, sinking his claws into the ground.

"Either way, we saved your life. You should be grateful that your heroes would be in the clan as you." The white and black tom spoke up, his tone taut.

The ginger tom lashed his tail back and forth, "First of all, you didn't save me. Secondly, who are you to talk to me like that? Do you want to get your tail beat by me?"

The tom narrowed his eyes, "I don't think that's going to happen."

"Well come down here and find out then. You have nothing to lose, do you?"

The white and black tom took the bait and jumped down, growling. The clan backed up. The tom's sister tensed to help him, but Bluestar's tail whipped infront of her, halting her. The silver she-cat looked up at her then back to her brother and the ginger apprentice.

"Firepaw, you can't fight! Your paw!" Ravenpaw hissed frantically.

Firepaw just barely flicked his ear at the black tom, "It'll make it a more fair fight."

Ravenpaw shook his head but padded over to Spottedleaf. She was tense as she watched Firepaw and the tom stare eachother down, calculating each other's moves.

"Firepaw..." a pale ginger she-cat started to pad forward.

"Not now Sandpaw." Dustpaw hissed as he stepped in front of her.

"Let him do his thing." Graypaw said as he watched his friend, "He needs to regain his honor in his mind. Being saved by kittypets upset him badly."

"But... his paw..." she whimpered.

"Do you really think he's gonna let something like a twisted paw stop him from winning?" Goldenflower meowed.

"Yeah," a small, skinny, dusky brown tabby she-cat called Mousefur huffed, "That tom doesn't stand a chance against our Firepaw."

"He has the speed and strength of Lionclan itself!" Morningflower mewed, but her wide amber eyes gave away her anxiety of her kit fighting with one useless paw.

Sandpaw didn't agree with them... but she settled back, tense as a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves... "I hope you guys are right..."

Just then, the tom sprang at Firepaw and the fight begun...

CHETAHLUV: OOOOHHHHH! A cliff hanger!

AIR: I'm obviously going to win.

FIREPAW: How do you know, oh great and powerful one?

AIR: You can tell by the way she wrote it. Face it, I'm gonna be your superior and make you look bad in front of your clan.

FIREPAW: Dream on, Kittypet. That over-confidence is gonna be the end of you.

AIR: And that under-acknowledgement will be yours.

FIREPAW: Well then. I guess we'll just have to settle this out. Cat to claw.

AIR: Ohhhh, you're SO on!

CHETAHLUV: Ummmmmm...?

SANDPAW: Are we interrupting some bonding time between rivals or...

DUSTPAW: Idk... I feel awkward...

RAVENPAW: STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! AND PLEASE REVIEW!