Hi guys! I am happy to say that the 6th chapter of "Creekkit's Destiny" is finally here! Now, I'd like to say that I hope not to be late anymore. And, I have some polls on my profile, so please check them out; hint hint it's for the apprentices' names. And… I still need OC's! Please please please say some OC's, it'd help a lot with the upcoming gathering; specially since I don't have any leaders for the other clans yet… so please help. ;3

Tigerheartlover – Why yes, yes they are.

Robinwing16 – I agree, I like to make Creek nice that way.

And to all the other reviewers, thank you!

Now, without further ado, I give you the chap!

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Creekpaw looked into Bramblefoot's eyes, trying to read her emotions. There was relief, sadness, and something Creekpaw couldn't decipher. But, there was something Bramblefoot wasn't telling her; she could feel it.

"Shall we hunt before going back to camp?" Bramblefoot meowed, trying to break the long silence between the two she-cats. Creekpaw replied with a quick nod and the cats padded away from the swampy area.

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Bramblefoot walked into camp with Creekpaw close behind her with Creekpaw carrying a frog in her jaws and Bramblefoot carrying two plump sparrows. They placed their prey into the fresh-kill pile and separated.

Creekpaw turned her head, glancing at Bramblefoot. What is the real reason you want to keep that a secret? She wondered. She sighed, not wanting to go down that path. Creekpaw started to walk to the apprentice's den, when a yowl stopped her in her tracks.

"Creekpaw, time for training!"

She turned to see her mentor's orange and black pelt close by her. Tigerfur had Winddrift, Cloudheart, and Silverpaw next to her. Creekpaw walked into them, seeing a flare in Winddrift's yellow eyes.

Creekpaw flinched, not knowing what the flare meant. Cloudheart stood close to the tom, affection in hers. Creekpaw's green gaze lowered, knowing that Cloudheart was in love with the new clanmate. With a amused look at Silverpaw, she rolled her eyes.

"Alright, let's go." Tigerfur said, turning tail and padding out of camp with Cloudheart and Silverpaw on her tail. Winddrift carried the back, looking around as if an ambush was going to happen any second. Soon, the head of the line stopped and meowed.

"Okay, the apprentices will be showing their hunting skills. The rest of us will observe your techniques and see how far along you have gotten." Tigerfur turned to Creekpaw.

"You will be hunting near the marshes. Silverpaw," Tigerfur turned to the silver tabby. "You will hunt in the pines. Whoever comes back to this spot with four pieces of prey, shall get the rest of the day off. The other shall clean the elders' bedding."

Creekpaw purred, glancing at her sister. Be ready for a takedown. She thought, though Silverpaw was able to tell what she was trying to say in her eyes. Silverpaw's blue eyes were confident and challenging.

Tigerfur's amber eyes were filled with amusement. She soon snapped out of her phase and yowled. "Go!" With that, the two apprentices raced off to their assigned hunting areas. Creekpaw's paws began to tred on the marshy ground.

She tried to stop, but she skidded in front of a hanging tree. Her paws finally caught a grip and Creekpaw let out a soft gasp of relief. Oh thank StarClan.

Creekpaw turned her head, stretching out her neck with her muzzle in the air. Her jaws were parted as she tasted the atmosphere. The scent of shrew hit the roof of her mouth. She purred, walking in the direction of the oddly-nosed rodent.

A rustling occurred behind her, as if something big was coming. Creekpaw turned, fear swelling inside of her. Small beady eyes peered at her as two small black paws approached the young apprentice. As russet fur began to become noticeable, Creekpaw unsheathed her claws.

No; not now! Should I go get Tigerfur? No, I should try to deal with this. Creekpaw debated in her head as scars became visible along the fox's muzzle. Creekpaw froze, as the sight of her mother dying appeared.

Creekpaw hissed. "Come at me, flea bag!" She leaped at the fox, sinking her claws into its shoulders.

The fox snarled and shook violently, making the she-cat to cling onto the fox. Creekpaw turned her neck so that the fox's head was in front of her. She sunk her teeth into its ear, wriggling her head back and forward to tear it.

The fox let out a loud yelp, making it echo throughout the marshes. A great force shoved Creekpaw off the fox, making her come face to face with a large dog fox. It bit into the apprentice's shoulder, gashing it deeply.

Creekpaw hissed and bit into the fox's paw, biting onto it with her life. As the fox snarled, a flash of white fur sped behind the fox.

The second fox soon got to its paws, shaking off the fur hanging off its pelt; blood dripped onto its face from its ear. It leaped at where Creekpaw was pinned, but a cat shoved the fox. It fell with a loud thump as its head landed on a tree root; the fox lay stunned.

A large white tom looked at her, blue eyes gleaming into Creekpaw's green. Creekpaw managed to lift her hindlegs and claw the fox's belly. The fox yelped and snapped at Creekpaw's head. The fox began to slide off the calico, making her gasp for air.

Creekpaw looked up to see the tom with his teeth in the fox's tail. She scrambled to her paws and darted forward. She clawed the fox's flank, making it yelp loudly.

The tom let go of the fox, his eyes narrowed. He hissed at the fox, trying to give it a warning. The fox trotted to the other, nudging it to its paws. The two ran out of ShadowClan's territory, heading towards RiverClan.

Creekpaw turned to the unknown cat, her eyes peering into his. Finally, the cat broke the silence.

"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and bold, like Winddrift's.

Creekpaw opened her mouth to speak, but her gaze became blurry. With a glance at her wounded shoulder, she saw it gushed out blood heavily. The grass around her were stained with its scarlet color.

"Miss, are you alright?" The tom repeated. Miss? What is he talking about? Creekpaw thought.

Creekpaw's head swayed, the area around were blurred with color. Creekpaw fell with a loud thump, and her gaze went black.

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"Will she be okay?"

"She shouldn't have taken on a fox by herself! What was she thinking!"

"She's waking up; stand back, give her room."

Voices of cats were heard around Creekpaw. She blinked open her eyes, trying to adjust her vision to see where she was. The scent of herbs blew around the she-cat. Oh, I must've been taken to Berryclaw and Birdpaw. Is that tom here?

Creekpaw turned to see the white tom in front of her, his blue eyes narrowed. A dark tabby she-cat and a golden-furred tom were next to him. This isn't Berryclaw's den, so where am I?

Creekpaw looked around, seeing only darkness. She looked back to the pearly tom and mewed.

"Where am I?" Her voice stuttered with confusion. She just wanted to be back at ShadowClan with her littermates and father. She began to miss the arguments between Fallenpaw and her brother.

"You are in our home, young one." The she-cat said firmly. Creekpaw turned to her and asked.

"Who are you… and why is it so dark?"

This time, the tom who saved her spoke. "My name is Bone, and this is Layla," He flicked his tail at the she-cat. "and this is Sun." He motioned his tail at the other tom. Bone turned back to Creekpaw. "Who are you?"

Creekpaw though for a minute, not wanting to cause hostility if they were against the clans. She replied. "I am Creekp- I mean Creek."

Bone looked suspicious, but if Layla and Sun were too, then they didn't show it.

Sun asked. "Where'd ya' come from? Won't your kin be worried about you?"

Creekpaw nodded, and replied. "My brother and sister are probably worried sick! And most especially, my father must be searching everywhere for me!"

Layla chuckled. "Ah yes, kin are most protective of their kits, yeah?" She continued with a firm tone. "Now why would such cats let a kit attack a fox?"

Creekpaw froze, not knowing how to answer. She looked at her paws, embarrassed. Bone then mewed.

"She may've wanted to protect her territory. The first fox was young and skinny; she could've forced it out. The second one was the major factor in the fight."

Creekpaw let out a quick gasp of relief while sending a look of thanks to Bone. She turned back to Layla. "Correct, foxes were never that deep into territory; especially more than one." Her tone of voice was rather firm, though if the listener was smart, she or he would be able to tell that she had made up an excuse rather quickly.

"Well then, seems true." Layla said, her amber gaze was uncertain though; making Creekpaw nervous.

Creekpaw looked around, home sickness made her belly ache. "I should be getting back home. My family would be worried sick by now. Thanks for the hel-" She stopped with pain as she tried to stand.

A great force of pain reached her as she moved her injured shoulder. She yowled with pain, not knowing what to do. She fell back down, amused gazes surrounded the young calico.

"You won't be going anywhere for a while, sparky." Bone said with amusement. "I know you want to get back, but you'll have to wait for your shoulder to heal, or else it could be deadly."

Creekpaw shifted her paws, beginning to feel more comfortable in her dirty, moss nest. She looked around once more, wondering if it was dusk or dawn, or even if the sun would be up soon.

"Where are we? I can't tell daylight at all." Creekpaw stated. As most cats feel, they like to see the light; even ShadowClan cats like to see some. She felt uneasy.

"Well, you tell me." Layla replied.

Creekpaw narrowed her eyes, not wanting to be held captive any longer. Whether or not the trio were trying to keep her till she was at full health, it sure felt like a prison.

Creekpaw slowly turned her body, not moving her shoulder. She pulled her forepaw out from under her chest and ran it along the edge of the wall. Dirt… rocks. She thought.

With a quick sniff of her paw, she sneezed loudly. Dust flew around her, forcing her to close her eyes. Creekpaw batted at the dust, trying to make it go away. Her paw hit something. It was cold, thin, and wet.

"What is that?" She asked, rubbing her paw along the wet object.

"Well my dear, that is a root. Let's say it's a hint to where we are." Sun said, amusement grew in his blue eyes.

Creekpaw stared at the golden tom. Walls of dirt and stone. Roots hanging above. Wait!

She turned to Bone. "Are we underground?"

Bone nodded. "Yes we are. We live in a tunnel to keep away from other cats and predators."

"Clever, eh?" Layla said.

"Yeah, I guess." Creekpaw mewed. "How long will I be here?"

Bone said. "About a moon or so."

"But, I have to get back! A moon is too long!" Creekpaw said.

Layla stepped towards the apprentice. "Well fine. Go out and die because you're injured and you don't give a mouse-tail." She said, her tone was challenging.

Bone said. "Creek, you must stay. You're not a prisoner, you're more like a guest."

Creekpaw thought for a moment, wondering about the tunnels. I guess I could stay.

"Okay, I'll stay." Creekpaw mewed. ShadowClan, wait for me in a moon.

Bone looked pleased while Layla looked surprised. Sun didn't have any expression on his face.

Bone chuckled and mewed. "Well Creek, welcome to the Undergrowth."