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Okay, vote for Emberpaw's warrior name! a new poll is up with the final and top three names for you guys to choose from! The three names are:

Emberheart (0 votes)

Embermoon (0 votes)

Emberwing (0 votes)

I love them all so much, but u guys vote to choose instead ^^

Okay, on to the story~

Emberpaw stared at Bright. Just like… Hawk was separated from a sibling, too? He had never said anything about it, but she contributed this to the fact that it hadn't even been a whole day since she met him.

"R-Really?" Emberpaw stuttered, still processing the new information.

"Well, he had a little sister named Beat, but his Mother took her away and claimed that she killed her."

Emberpaw swallowed, hoping she never met this queen. "Claimed?"

"No cat ever found a body, or even traces of blood. Some think that she gave Beat to the Upwalkers, and others say Beat ran away."

"What do you think?" Emberpaw asked, cocking her head at the brown dappled she-cat.

"I don't care, as long as Hawk is happy." She spoke with a quiet hush, almost as if…

"Do you like Hawk?" Emberpaw teased.

"Well, I, um, he's a great friend, and I guess… I may, um, y- you know what I mean!" Bright stuttered, shifting her weight and moving as if she had ants in her pelt.

"Actually, I do." Emberpaw said, as hushed as Bright had been a moment ago.

"His name is Troutpaw, and…" she drifted off, unsure of what she was going to say.

"Are you going ask him to be your mate?" she squealed, acting exactly as Beetlepaw had what she had told her about Nightpaw.

Emberpaw's fur fluffed up, and heat cursed through her pelt. "I… we are still young, I mean… maybe, when we both become warriors…" Emberpaw spoke her mind about the string of thoughts that had been worrying her and at the same time making that warmth in her chest grow almost unbearably hot.

Emberpaw really did like Troutpaw, and… if things were okay when she got back… she would become a warrior in less than a moon… maybe.

The shadows were becoming colder and colder as the sun disappeared behind the trees, and the three toms stopped fighting.

"We're going to head back," Hawk called over to Emberpaw, "See you tonight?" for a moment Emberpaw was confused, before she remembered that they were a part of the Darkforest.

"Yeah, see you then!" she yowled back to the four quickly disappearing cats.

Emberpaw didn't want to go to asleep in the dirty, abandoned twoleg den, but as the night got colder and colder, she had no choice. She kneaded the brittle stalks of tan grass into a suitable nest, and curled into a tight ball, her tail resting on her nose, and closed her eyes.

The Darkforest was as it always was; dead, black, lifeless trees surrounded a clearing filled with blood, puddles of the stuff collected between tree roots and smattered across the trunks. There was no undergrowth, and the moon was the color of blood, shining its red light across a starless sky. The cats were more or less the same, with blood coating their fur like water, claws glinting red in the moonlight and eyes the color of the blood that they lapped from the puddles and dripped out of their wounds.

There were very few fights going on when Emberpaw arrived, but as she searched for Bright and her kin, some of the younger cats bared their necks. She would question why they did this, if it hadn't been for how she saw both Fall and Silverdust tear the throats of multiple cats while they had been in that same position. She padded on, not even bothering to tell the cats to return from their neck straining, and searched through the crowds of red for a pelt of white.

Emberpaw didn't see her, but she could hear Hawk's voice carrying above the din of tongues being shared. Padding towards the sounds, she had to push past several cats, shoving and slipping her way past the crowd and completely tiring her. She was so tired, in fact, that she didn't expect Ace -er- Cold pounce onto her back as she came into sight of them.

"You now have a chance to impress me," he hissed in Emberpaw's ear, "You better not disappoint me again."

Emberpaw struggled to find her red haze, but it just wasn't there. She shook the black tom off, and he fell awkwardly onto his white forepaw. Without so much as getting up, he slashed at her muzzle, leaving stinging, but shallow, scratches. Taking advantage of his position, Emberpaw leapt towards him and wrestled his forepaws with hers until both their claws were entangled with the others'. Cold didn't seem to know what she was doing, until, with glee, she began clawing at his fluffy, exposed underbelly. Emberpaw's claws tore through his belly with ease. Cold freaked, shacking her off with a painful twist to her claws. Wincing, she ducked out of the way just in time to see a set of white fangs snap at where her tail had been. She was planning her next attack when the familiar red haze took over, and she let it do all of the fighting for her. A few moments went by and it subsided, Emberpaw regaining feeling of two forepaws holding down the weakly struggling black tom. She released him, smirking as he panted heavily and blood dripped from his torn stomach.

"Did I fight well enough for you, Cold?" she purred, circling him with an unhide able sneer. "Did I finally impress you?" she couldn't help the cruel tone in her voice, but it sounded powerful in the deathly quiet clearing, Emberpaw just then noticed that every cat had stopped to watch her fight Cold.

"Yes," he muttered, padding off, but not before slashing her flank once more, leaving a rather painful wound. Emberpaw fought not to flinch, but succeeded, and walked past a throng of silent cats towards Hawk, Thorn, and Bright. All of the cats bared their necks, Emberpaw remembering that since she bead one of the Elder fighters, she now gained his former title.

It startled her as her three friends' expressions' remained black, but she reminded herself that she had just beaten and embarrassed their kin and friend. When she was just tail lengths away, she was halted by the glowing white and red leader, Silverdust. Emberpaw bared her neck and sat on her haunches, trying her best to ignore the flashes of the other cats' necks' at they were torn out, the blood driping onto her paws as the eyes rolled back, useless-

"You may return. Emberpaw follow me." Silverdust's soft, razor sharp voice ordered, and Emberpaw had no choice but to obey.

Did you guys like that one? XD how did I do on the fight scene, do I need to work on them any? Anything you didn't like happen, or something lacking that you would like to see? TELL ME PLEASE! I would really appreciate it, and you would be getting credit, of course!

Want to be in the story? Post your cat's name, (Mostly warriors now, I'm about done with the rouges) along with a brief description the looks and personality, (Personality as long as you wish) and if you want to, the cat's Darkforest name! ^^ they will 95% appear, and I will PM you if possible to explain if they don't make an appearance

R, R, R, (read, rate, and review) and I will reward you guys! *Suggestions..? Maybe, if I get enough requests, I'll do a Skit between two of yawl's favorite characters in the story!*

PS: SPECIAL CREDIT FOR THE CAT/PERSON WHO CAN FIRST TELL ME THE CONNECTION WITH LEAFKIT IN EARLIER CHAPTERS!

Until next time,

Emberfall