A/N: Yes yes, I've changed my Pen Name to Berk'sWarrior. Wanted a combination between Warriors and HTTYD (plus I was starting to sincerely dislike my old one...)!

I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVE THIS COME SO LATE (It's science fair time at my school -,-)!

*cough* So anyway, have I got a treat for all of you! Sorta. Well, this chapter's interesting, if that's treat enough for you. Comparing to my other chapters/stories/randomwrittingthatIneverlike.

As usual, this is rushed and not the best in written standards. But hey, it's what I do best...

Uh...yeah. Anyway, read on! And, by the way, Happy late Halloween and Thanksgiving (to all you Americans)! Hope you enjoy!

"And Stay Out!"

"Now, Smallpaw, it's very simple. You just look and scent for Twolegs. If you see, hear, or scent none, then it's ok to dash across."

'I know, I've crossed the Thunderpath many times. I'm sure a halfbridge is not much different.' I thought to myself as my mentor's words were whispered into my ears. Of course, I'd never say it out loud. Ever.

All I could practically hear was my own heart thudding in my ears as I casted a worried glance at the opposite end of the wooden path. The other apprentices were paying no attention to me myself, but to what I was about to do. I sucked in a breath as Creekfoot dashed across from behind me, leaving me alone on the other side. 'Come on. You can do this. There's nothing to fear.' I could almost hear my mother's words over my beating heart.

The thought only brought a wave of sadness over me.

I remembered her face, her expression of fear and courage, both for me. My head pounded with the memory of her and the rouge, attacking each other mercilessly...and I remember her limp body that was carried into camp.

What I didn't remember was what I did after I saw her. All I know is that I was running. Hard and fast. My father said I seemed to go blank for a moment, my body going rigid. He said that after a moment of dead silence I scrambled to my paws and shoved my way out of the clearing as fast as I could.

The rest I already knew.

I shook my head to clear the though as I heard my name called out on the opposite side, trying to catch my attention again. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, before placing a shaky paw onto the wood. "It's smaller than a Thunderpath. It will be fine. Absolutely fine." I muttered to myself as I brought another paw forward. With no warning to the others I shot out and ran across the wood, my paws making thudding noises against the hard surface.

I didn't stop running until I had reached the other side, stumbling off the wood. I was panting, my eyes half closed for the moment. I quickly recovered and the group trudged on, our hearts still slightly pounding from the adrenaline. My senses reached forward and I was now alert by the fact that a different scent had begun to creep into my nose. Keeping close to the water lapping at the edge of the dirt and sand mixture, I kept my ears fixed on the pine forest next to us. I tried my hardest to remember what Clan was associated with pine trees.

"That's ShadowClan over there," Creekfoot said amongst the silence, "Fiercest bunch of cats I know - other than RiverClan. But that's besides the point." He turned his head to look at all of us as he padded his way forward to be the leader of the group once again. "What matters most is that we don't meet any warriors along our way."

I nodded, along with the rest of the apprentices.

Cherryfall padded up beside us, her ears pricked and a smirk showing on her muzzle. "I heard," she began mysteriously, "That ShadowClan warriors are so vicious because their entire camp is incased in shadows, turning their hearts to stone." She chuckled when Fishpaw's ears went back. Before we could question it, Kestrelwing trotted up from behind us, startling us a bit and said, "Once, back in the Forest before the Clans moved to the Lake, ShadowClan had a leader named Brokenstar. Rumors say he was so vile and cold hearted that he banished his own mother from the Clan, and stole a few of ThunderClan's kits right from the nursery!" he whispered. I could feel my own ears start to twitch back; that was horrible! Instead I shook my head and kept a straight face. They were just trying to scare us.

We kept walking along the lake's edge, each of us now secretly paranoid of even going near ShadowClan territory. My paws started to ache from walking so long, and the weight of my left leg was starting to drag me down more than usual. I quickly looked in front of me at the apprentices, and saw that they were beginning to get tired as well. 'How much farther? Does StarClan want us to pass out before we reach them?'

My eye lids were slowly starting to droop, distracting me and getting me out of focus. Suddenly, I crashed into the apprentice in front of me who had halted without warning, Thornpaw. Just my luck. "Hey! Watch where you're going, runt!" he spat, all admiration from my training gone at the moment. I snorted, "Why'd you stop then?" His ears went back, "The mentors found something up front, pay attention and you may not miss a thing or two." he retorted. I tried to not let him get to me as I shifted to look at what had caused the commotion. The mentors were huddled around something in the sand. As I turned my head farther to try and see what was happening, a terrible stench filled my nostrils.

"Ugh, what is that?" I muttered.

"Frog." someone answered. I turned my head to look at who had replied, and found Flamepaw some ways ahead. She was staring along with the mentors, her nose slightly upturned at the sight. Her deep blue eyes were criticizing whatever was making that awful stench, and her yellow fur slightly bristled. I padded forward and looked past the mentors to see a mangled body of a brownish colored creatures, it's small limbs webbed and caked with blood. I too curled my nose in disgust. "Well done Flamepaw. You've certainly got your enemies' prey down."Cherryfall murmured. Even in my peripheral vision I could tell Flamepaw straightened a bit with pride.

"Why are we so focused on a frog?" Eaglepaw questioned from somewhere to the right. Creekfoot sighed, "Because it was killed only a while ago, which means there's probably a patrol out."

His words sent chills down my spine. No one wanted to meet a ShadowClan patrol. Sensing our discomfort, Creekfoot said, "There shouldn't be anything to worry about. As long as we keep moving, we won't get caught here." My heart rate slowed down with his words, us all knowing he was right.

"Won't get caught, eh?" A voice said behind us.

They were so quiet we hadn't heard them coming. My guess was the pine needles softened their footsteps. We all jerked around to see a patrol of five ShadowClan warriors standing there, muzzles drawn to a slight snarl and claws unsheathed. My eyes widened; they were huge! I probably looked like a mouse to them! I tried to focus on the other apprentices with my ears, but from the fear scent stirring up around me I couldn't.

A black tom who seemed to have been leading the patrol walked forward, his eyes filled with amusement as if we've done something he'd been waiting for. "Smokefoot" I heard Shiningbrook mutter. "Ah, finally. A reason to go back to camp. It's been pretty boring recently, what with the battle against the Dark Forest over and the Clan at peace with each other." 'Smokefoot' began. Cherryfall's ears went back, "Now, there's no reason for an attack, we're just-" she began, but the tom interrupted her by saying "Heard that a few rouges found their way near RiverClan territory, am I right?" Kestrelwing's eyes narrowed. "How would you have heard about that?" he accused. Smokefoot only smirked. "Rumors. But judging from your reaction I'd say I was correct." The four warriors behind him snickered.

Redwillow, who had been silent the whole trip, began to open her mouth the speak when Smokefoot sniffed the air and cut her off. "Is that...frog?" he muttered. He pushed past the mentors and looked down at the mangled frog body, and his snarl twisted into another smirk. He chuckled. "Well, it seems you've broken the truce; catching prey on another Clan's territory! Way to go RiverClan!" he said sarcastically as he nudged the frog with a claw.

"We did not catch this! We're on our way to the Moonpool, and we found it lying here!' Redwillow finally managed to get across. Smokefoot turned to look at her, "Where's the proof? Show me you didn't catch this." he snarled. Redwillow looked at Creekfoot, who was still, admittedly, the oldest one in the group. Smokefoot sneered. "Still relying on this old elder, are you all? Look at him, he can't even walk on two feet! It's a miracle he can even stand up straight!" he joked. This time it was my ears that slammed againat my skull. I tried to keep my anger in, but a quiet growl escaped me, and I saw the tom's ears flick. He turned to look at me, and suddenly his eyes lit up with amuzement.

"Are...are you kidding me? You - RiverClan is trying to train at kit who can't even walk properly? What is it with you cats and loosing limbs' ability?" he cackled. The four warriors in his group laughed with him. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but not a word came out, only a squeak. This made them laugh even harder. "Ha! This is pathetic! A kit who can't walk or talk! Gosh, RiverClan, this is just embarrassing!" "Now you listen here you-" Creekfoot snarled, but another russet furred, ShadowClan tom with a seemingly long scar down his back commented "You wouldn't find kits like those in ShadowClan."

"Then I'm glad to be part of RiverClan." I finally managed to spit out. The five ShadowClan warriors looked at me with brief shock before, one by one, they're shock turned into anger. Smokefoot growled, before ordering, "Come with me!" He flicked his tail, signaling the other warriors. They circled around us, pushing us together. I could hear the other apprentices mew in confusion, and I heard Redwillow snarl " You can't take us! We're just heading to the Moonpool! It's against the Code! We're less than two foxtails away from the border!"

Smokefoot and his warriors chose to ignore her. "Come on, move!" I heard a warrior behind me shout, and I felt my good leg get thrown out from under me, causing me to crash into the cat in front of me. "Watch it!" I heard their voice snarl softly. I opened my eyes and dizzyingly, look up to see that I crashed into Flamepaw. She looked down at me with a look of disgust, her pupils turned to slits. I smirked sheepishly, my ears going slightly back with embarrassment. She rolled her eyes before picking up her paw up that I had apparently been stepping on. I stood up and sighed before being prodded forward again, this time much lighter as if not to knock me down again.

I could vaguely heard the mentors complaining, but my fear and stress level was so high at the moment that I couldn't think straight. I felt like prey being lead right into the jaws of a predator. I could tell that, in a way, I was.

We were lead into the forest and the scent of pine flooding my nose, making me dizzy. I hissed in pain every time my paws stepped on a sharp needle amongst the many on the forest floor - I could tell that my paws were going to be plenty sore when we finally got back to camp. 'That is if we ever get back to camp...' I thought glumly. We trudged on for a while longer before the scent of other cats filled my scent glands, and my heart leapt into my throat.

What if they were as hostile as the mentors say they were? What if they attack us? What if they never let us leave? The silly thoughts flew through my mind as we neared the camp, my heart pounding faster and faster as we neared. We pushed through the barriers of the camp and I fell faint from the sight. All around, ShadowClan cats stopped what they were doing and turned to look at us, some eyes already going hostile.

I gulped as we walked forward to the center of the camp, our escorts giving us no room to spread away from each other. I could hear the rumors and whispers spreading around the cats in the clearing.

"What is the meaning of this?" a voice called out from somewhere behind us. Turning around, we saw a black cat with big white paws, glaring at the patrol. "We found these trespassers from RiverClan over the border!" One of the warriors shouted. If my ears could've gone farther back, they would've. Creekfoot stepped forward, pushing past the escorts. "We did not trespass! We were on our way to the Moonpool, and we'd like to continue our journey, if you don't mind." he said in a huff.

"Then how do you explain the frog?" someone shouted.

The cat's ears went back. "What frog?" he questioned. His voice held power, and made me cower slightly. Not a lot...just a little. I watched as our mentors explained the situation, my heart thudding in my ears and drowning out sounds. I saw his expression loosen a little, as if he believed us. The I realized he was staring at someone.

Me.

I wrapped my tail around my leg protectively; why does everyone stare at me? What did I do?

He took his eyes away from me and sighed. He waited a moment longer, as if teasingly making us wait. Finally he spoke. "I believe you." he said. We all let out breaths of relief while the ShadowClan cats yowled in protest. Our reactions were stopped when he suddenly spoke again, "But, if you are ever spotted near freshly killed prey again, I won't be so forgiving."

I could hear one of the apprentice's gulp. I couldn't blame them, I was nervous too. Thankfully Redwillow stepped up for us. "Thank you, Blackstar. We'll be on our way now." she said, and we turned to leave when two warriors blocked our path. I heard the leader chuckle behind us, and I could sense he wasn't as friendly as he was letting on. "You can't mean that you'll be going alone, surely. The warriors that brought you here will escort you out of our territory." and with that, the warriors crowded us together again.

I was starting to really dislike ShadowClan.

We were lead across the prickly forest of pine needles once we left the camp, and nobody made a sound. They turned us to the left at some point in our hasty trip, away from the lake. I didn't question it though. After a while I could scent a change in the air; we were out of ShadowClan territory. I looked around and saw that they had lead us right to the edge of ThunderClan territory. My ears went back and one of us protested.

"You can't leave us here! ThunderClan will do the same thing!" I heard Kestrelwing shout. Out of the corner of one of my eyes I saw a warrior shrug.

"Fine. But if you want to leave without getting caught by ThunderClan, you'll have to run through our territory to get to the lake. We'll give you thirty seconds, and a five second head start. We're feeling kind of gracious today, fortunately for you." he said. Confusion ran through me, and I muttered something under the lines of "Wha...?" Shiningbrook growled, "And what happens if we can't make it?"

"Then we take you back to Blackstar and say you tried to hunt again."

Shiningbrook growled again. "You can't do that!" she yowled. Smokefoot came forward and said maliciously, "Just because Blackstar doesn't think you killed that prey, doesn't mean that we don't. If you're going to catch what's rightfully ours, well - we find no other option but to treat you the same. Start running."

None of us waited. We sprinted to our right, and kept going. After a moment I heard the ShadowClan warriors start to chase after us.

"And stay out!"

A harsh shove sent me sprawling to the ground in front of my clanmates, and I felt like giving up a bit. Of course I was the last one to find my way out, and manage to be slower then the rest. Without saying anything, I stood up and we started walking forward: near the border of ThunderClan.

StarClan please don't let that happen again!

A/N: Yeah...that was very un-warrior like to have the ShadowClan cats do that...(but I wanted a chase scene...)

This way, way too rushed.

And quite poorly written.

Next chapter may be more interesting.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long

-Berk'sWarrior