Blackleap x Blizzardstorm

Magiclan warriors poured into camp, immediately tossing themselves at the Lightclan warriors. All around Blackleap cats fought with battle screeches rising into the air, their claws and teeth shining in the setting sum's strong rays.

Blackleap shrieked as he was soon assaulted by a lithe she cat, her ears drawn back as she swiped quickly at him. The larger, heavier tom ducked out the way of her blows as fast as he could, but she was too quick. She backed him against the side wall of the apprentice's den, far from the thick of the battle.

With his back pressed hard against the den wall, Blackleap reared up and lashed out at the she cat. His foreclaws caught her back as she ducked down and attacked his exposed belly. Pain seized the black tom and he grunted, stumbling back onto all four paws.

"Go on," the Magiclan warrior drawled with a wide grin, "try and hit me again. This time I'll aim for your neck."

Blackleap bared his teeth at her. "Magiclan scum!" He swiped at her, missing. She danced around him with a flurry of bounds and twirls, ducking and swiping as he struggled to keep up with her.

Soon, Blackleap grew wiser about where she usually struck him, how she avoided his blows. After three more attempted attacks his left forepaw struck home; his claws slicing deep across her shoulder.

The grey she cat seethed as she stopped darting around him, her dark eyes fixing on him. "That's it, I've had enough games with you." She lunged for the bigger tom, her momentum helping her bring the Lightclan warrior to his knees.

Blackleap snarled and struggled to dislodge her from his back from where he crouched. She kept firmly on him, shoving at his side to get him to fall on his side. Her claws dug painfully into his back, tearing and clawing at him to weaken the black warrior.

Just as Blackleap's hind paws slipped on the blood-slick ground and his legs gave way under her relentlessly shoving, a white and grey blurr came to his rescue. It was Blizzardstorm; the smaller, faster tom quickly had the she cat pinned down and began tearing at her pelt.

Blackleap rose to his paws again, wincing from the deep wound on his belly. He limped up to Blizzardstorm to help him fight off the she cat but he didn't need his help. Within heartbeats, the white and grey tom sent the Magiclan she cat haring out of Lightclan camp. 

After giving chase for barely a moment, Blizzardstorm turned to look back at Blackleap. "You okay?" His dark blue eyes scanned the black tom's body, checking for any serious injuries.

Blackleap sat down to ease the discomfort in his stomach wound, his ice blue gaze sliding over to Blizzardstorm. "I'm fine." He muttered. "But thanks for helping."

Blizzardstorm nodded, smiling at him. "No need to thank me, I'll always be here to help you."

The black tom smiled at his best friend, a ghost of a smile on his own lips. "You gonna babysit me now?" He laughed, glancing down to paw at his wound. Blackleap winced as he saw blood still steadily pouring out and soaking his fur.

"Of course, I can't let you die just yet." Blizzardstorm stood by the outer corner of the apprentice's den, standing guard for any Magiclan cats stupid enough to attack them. "You still have to repay that debt."

Blackleap looked up again. "What debt?"

"You know what I mean." Blizzardstorm gave a little wiggle of his ears.

Blackleap noticed the deep slice in his right ear and twitched his whiskers. "That was so long ago. I thought you forgot."

"I'll never forget how you tried to feed me to that dog on our warrior assessment." Blizzardstorm grinned at Blackleap, his dark blue eyes shining with amusement. "You're lucky it only bit my ear."

"It was smaller than you!" Blackleap huffed, his mew cutting short as his belly throbbed painfully.

Blizzardstorm's eyes slid to his belly, the faintest sign of worry in his gaze before he laughed softly, the humor returning to his face. "It had a vicious bite."

Then flames burst upwards from the other side of camp, cutting short the two's debate.

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After Rabbitstar's death and Magiclan's departure from their camp, Lightclan breathed a sigh of relief. The injured went to the medicine den for herbs and the remaining warriors disappeared into the dens to sleep.

Blackleap's belly throbbed painfully as he settled into his nest. The medicine cats had only had time to place some cobwebs over the wound to stop the bleeding before he sent him off to rest. Blackleap didn't mind; it wasn't that bad. He didn't want to act like a whiny kit in front of the other warriors anyway.

Blizzardstorm soon padded into the den, claiming his spot favourite spot beside Blackleap's nest. "How's your wound?"

Blackleap's reply was a small grumble as he rested his chin on his paws and looked at the white and grey tom.

"That bad, huh?" His friend chuckled, tucking his forepaws under himself.

"They just slapped on some cobwebs and sent me on my way." Blackleap shrugged, stretching his jaws in a tired yawn.

"Aw, that's mean." Blizzardstorm commented.

The black tom snorted and closed his eyes. "Whatever."

He pricked his ears to the sound of moss crunching and suddenly Blizzardstorm's body was pressed against him. Blackleap flinched at the warmth, hissing under his breath as fresh blood welled through the cobwebs due to his sudden movement.

"Stop fidgeting." Blizzardstorm muttered as he settled into Blackleap's nest, his muzzle resting on the back of his neck. "And rest."

Blackleap lowered his head back onto his nest, warmed by his friend's presence. "Goodnight."

"Night."

The two toms were asleep in seconds.

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