The RP

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### Chapter 1:

*A shadow of darkness slowly crept through the forest, engulfing everywhere in the large clearing with blackness, except for two faint grey figures weaving through fronds of bracken. The two nearly-starved cats perceived a faint smell of fox; it was a few days old. But more newer was the fresh scent of mouse and–– cat!*

*One of the cats, a small grey tom, suggested nervously, "It's getting close to midnight, and I bet Grassfur tore through the forest looking for us... I was just thinking that maybe we should be heading back now?"*

*A she-cat scowled, and the grey tom flinched. "I came here to catch prey for our clan, and you expect me to return without prey?!"*

*She lashed out her tail in frustration, but her expression eventually softened.* *"Stonepelt, you mouse-brain," she teased gently, and Stonepelt relaxed.*

*This discussion was not leading them anywhere. "Fine, how about one piece of prey?"*

*He tilted his head at the she-cat in confusion. What in the name of SpikeClan was she talking about? "I mean that can we just catch a mouse or something before heading back?"*

*Stonepelt nodded approvingly. "Sure, but––"*

*The she-cat raced off towards the far clearing which was already shrouded in darkness."Fretting over nothing won't catch any prey...and I'm going to beat you to that mouse!"*

*He sighed in defeat and trailed after her after a few heartbeats. "No you won't!"*

Stonepelt paced around the small clearing, deep in thought. And that was how they had ended up confronting an enemy cat from an unknown clan. Everything didn't seem unfortunate, until *that* happened. How did it happen?

It started off by his decision to hunt.

Of course, he had chosen the night hunt, and he imagined he'd bring back loads of prey, from mouses all the way up to lions and tigers. But if hedgehogs could fly one day, he would believe that catching that much half that amount of prey might actually be possible. So he ended up attempting to catch just a *few* pieces of prey, but that train of thought also failed him.

Every piece of prey in SpikeClan's territory just seemed to have vanished into thin air, and worst of all, no cat had a single clue why.

Shiningstar, their leader, had been hesitant to hunt in unknown territory, until cats like Stonepelt kept on pestering him; he finally gave in and allowed his clan to hunt out of the territory.

Which might have been the slightest mistake...

Snapping out of his little section of assumptions, he glanced up briefly at the gray-blue cat and rusty red tom standing in front of them. "Who are you?" he blurted out suddenly.

The grey-blue cat stood motionless, but the tom demanded, "Why are you on our territory?!"

Why were him and the grayish she-cat next to him on a random clan's territory? He couldn't find an answer to that, other than exposing the weaknesses of his clan, which would probably lead to unnecessary bloodshed.

"We were just passing by?" his mate, Stormcloud, mewed bravely. She unsheathed her claws, preparing for the imminent battle.

"Just passing by? What a *lovely* excuse. 'We were just passing by', I ask you," the tom taunted. Stonepelt observed that he also unsheathed his claws, and the other cat did the same, he assumed.

Stonepelt unsheathed his unusually sharp claws as well and hesitated. "Uh...well then, we'll just leave..."

"Not just yet––" the red cat started.

'Run' was the first word Stormcloud could say and before she knew it, both of them were pelting back towards the camp with pursuit hard on their tails.

When Stonepelt was nearly halfway there, he heard a startled yelp followed by growling. He whirled around and felt an entity hurl itself into him with the force of a tree. It turned out that the pursuers had managed to catch up to them. But hopefully it was not going to last long, and they would soon be gone.

Without thinking at all, he barreled himself into a blue-gray bag of fur and felt his teeth sink into a cat's hind leg. The cat yowled in agony and battered at his unprotected belly with his paws; he barely swerved out of the way. He knew he had to be more careful and glanced up to locate where Stormcloud was in this altercation.

Just as Stonepelt turned around, he heard a rustle in the brambles behind the red cat, who was struggling to pin down his mate. The brambles parted to reveal yet *another* patrol, but he wasn't sure if they were from the same clan as the two cats who were currently locked into battle. After a few heartbeats his question was answered. Half of the new group lunged at the two not-SpikeClan cats, while the other half leaped toward him and Stormcloud.

"Watch out!" he yowled at Stormcloud, but she had already been prepared. She ducked under a cat and raked her claws across her unprotected belly. The she-cat above her moaned in pain and, when she landed back on the dusty ground, the enemy cat fled toward the brambles. *Good,* he thought. *Only five of them left. What could possibly go wrong now?*

### Chapter 2:

Bluetail sighed. Who would go hunting with him? Of course, he wanted to go alone, but that wasn't an option. Flamestar wanted him to *try* and socialize a bit more, since he was a rather independent deputy. He wondered what Flamestar would say if he brought Riverpaw. Would she let him?

Or would she say, "Bluetail, pick someone more experienced."? Why did everything have to be so difficult??? He knew Flamestar was just trying to get him to be more friendly, but he couldn't. Could you force a fox to fly? Could you make a cat grow a shell? No, because they were just like that! Same with Bluetail. No matter how hard his mother tried, he just *couldn't* be very nice to others. Not that he was rude, of course. He didn't really like doing things with other cats, with the exception of Riverpaw, his apprentice and daughter. He went to Flamestar's den, hoping for some advice.

"Flamestar?" he asked. The old she-cat poked her head out.

"Ah, Bluetail," she said when she saw him. "Did you pick someone to hunt with you?" Bluetail looked at his paws.

"Actually, I was wondering whether I could go by myself." Flamestar frowned at him.

"Bluetail, no. I *want* you to pick someone from our Clan. You could pick Rosewater, or maybe Firebolt, or perhaps Redfur. Hmmmm? Who will it be?" she asked. Bluetail froze at the name "Redfur".

"Redfur?" he snarled. "I will *never* go with Redfur, not once in a million moons." Flamestar bristled.

"I am your mother and Clan leader, Bluetail! How dare you speak to me that way?!" she hissed.

"Sorry," Bluetail mumbled. She snorted.

"Well, I guess I'll pick for you, then, since you obviously cannot. How about..." Flamestar trailed off and regarded him sternly. *Not Redfur, not Redfur, please not Redfur,* he begged silently to StarClan, which was strange, since FireClan didn't believe in them. But he couldn't help it. Real or not, he hoped StarClan would hear him. "...Redfur."

"No!" The word slipped out before he could stop it.

"No?" Flamestar asked softly.

"I-I mean," Bluetail stammered. "I would be delighted to hunt with him. Yes. Very, very, delighted." That was probably the biggest lie he had ever told, and evidently, Flamestar thought so too, since she had a very skeptical expression on her face.

"Very well," she said slowly. Bluetail turned and ducked out of the den and went to find that Redfur. He was sitting beside the elders' den, and as Bluetail watched, he placed some mice inside.

"Thanks," came a voice from inside. Redfur turned and saw Bluetail standing there.

"What?" he snapped. Bluetail rolled his eyes.

"Haven't I told you before that you're not supposed to talk to a deputy like that?" he demanded.

"And a deputy isn't supposed to just stand there and *stare* at cats," Redfur retorted. "What is it *this* time?" *Redfur. Can't have a normal conversation with me without snapping.*

"We're going hunting together," Bluetail muttered. Redfur's eyes widened incredulously.

"You-you picked *me?*" he asked. "Why would you do *that?*"

"I didn't *pick* you. Flamestar chose you," Bluetail said snippily. "Because she saw that I had trouble deciding."

"Or maybe she thinks you're incompetent and feels bad for you." Redfur's eyes glittered smugly. He got the desired reaction.

"I am not *incompetent!*" Bluetail snarled, his fur bristling.

"Says the deputy who can't even choose who goes hunting with him," Redfur shot back. "And why aren't we going already?" Cats were turning to watch the argument between the two archenemies.

"Fine. Where should we hunt?" Bluetail realized that was the wrong thing to say. Redfur chortled.

"*In the forest,* idiot!" he cried, laughing. "How are you so stupid?" Evidently, the word "respect" did not have a place in his brain. Trying not to lose his temper again, Bluetail turned and sauntered off, with Redfur trailing angrily behind him. After a while, they still hadn't caught any prey. Suddenly, Bluetail caught a whiff of something that was definitely *not* prey. Cats. He couldn't tell their Clan though. Was it possible they were from a Clan that FireClan didn't know about? Redfur hissed softly. He had sensed it too.

"We'll give them a nasty surprise," Redfur snarled, quietly. Bluetail agreed, since he didn't have any other ideas. They stepped out and ran into a she-cat and a gray tom.

"Who are you?" the gray tom asked, while the she-cat stood still.

Before Bluetail could reply, Redfur hissed, "Why are you on our territory?"

"We were just passing by?" the she-cat suggested, unsheathing her claws.

"Just passing by? What a *lovely* excuse. 'We were just passing by', I ask you," Redfur mocked. He unsheathed his claws, and Bluetail did the same, in case of a battle. The gray tom unsheathed his claws, revealing unusually sharp and rather deadly ones.

"Uh...well then, we'll just leave..." he said. *Ha,* Bluetail thought. Redfur would die before he let enemy cats escape from his claws.

"Not just yet-" Redfur snarled, but he was too late.

"Run!" the she-cat cried. The two cats turned tail and ran, but Bluetail and Redfur were hot on their tails.

### Chapter 3

A small warrior walked into a clearing smelling harshly of fox, and DuskClan. She quietly meowed "Who's there" even though she knew no one would answer. Then she heard rustling of leaves and a DuskClan she-cat pounced on her snarling. "Hey, Get of!" She hissed rolling out of her grip and pinning her down. "Leave, now" she growled and the DuskClan warrior scampered away. Then, she realized she recognized the DuskClan cat. It was Aspenstep.

Days after DuskClan had attacked Darksky checked the clearing again. This time, all she saw was a mouse, which she caught and brought back to the fresh-kill pile.

"Nice mouse," said Marblewater, though she had a scowl on her face. "Thanks! I caught it by the Shaded clearing. Do you want it?," Meowed Darksky. "No, leave it for the elders," Marblewater meowed harshly.

Darksky walked back to the warriors den and ran into Jaguarstrike. "Well, she isn't being very nice today," he whispered. "Who?" Darksky mewed. "Marblewater, Obviously," he said, making the obviously loud.

It was the gathering at The five rocks. Dark sky was in the middle of the croud , and just happened to run into Stone pelt of SpikeClan. After talking for about three minutes, she walked away. She listened to the leaders talk about how their hunting went. One leader said that there was one new warrior, Honeywing, but nothing special.

After returning home Dark sky took a nap. She thought that today was a normal day, but she was wrong.

She went on a border patrol this morning and saw an fight on the other side of the border. Bluetail and Redfur were chasing Stormcloud and Stonepelt. She knew that Redfur was vicious so she backed up a few steps to make sure she wasn’t crossing the border. Red fur looked for one second, since she stomped on a twig, but he went back to chasing.

The next moon she found her self crossing the border. There was a hunting party of Bluetail, Rosewater and Redfur. Redfur snarled and said “Look who’s here. I’ll give you a hint. They’re intruders.” Her sister, Blackswipe, Leaped for Redfur, but accidentally landed on Bluetail. She bit him before he shook her off.

Meanwhile Darksky was trying to fight Redfur. Rosewater had went to help Bluetail, but Redfur didn’t. He had Darksky pinned down. Then, Blackswipe escaped Bluetail, knocked Redfur off Darksky and yelled “Run!”. Darksky was about to follow Blackswipe when Redfur Bit her leg, to keep her from running away. He kept his grip for a few seconds before letting her limp off. Then he started chasing her to the border.