Needletail felt water fill her senses. Her lungs burned, screaming for air. Her eyes barely were open. I can't go on much longer...

"Needletail!" A muffled voice from above alerted her. She saw a yellow pelt and green eyes, which were unmistakable. Sleekwhisker, don't waste your life trying to save mine.

Needletail regretted everything. She closed her eyes, and let everything go black.

Needletail opened her eyes. She sucked in a long breath. She could breathe again. "Is this StarClan?" She asked unsteadily. "No, thankfully," Sleekwhisker answered matter-of-factly. "But I can't be alive!"

Sleekwhisker rolled her eyes. "Darktail wanted to kill me when I dragged you to the shore. He was sure you were dead. I fended him off, though. Who knows what he might do to us, though! He might even try to rape us."

Needletail nodded in agreement. She flexed her limbs, making sure everything still worked. "Well, that's great. I haven't broken anything. Anyway, I have this feeling. I think we should go back and prove our loyalty to ShadowClan again."

Sleekwhisker looked at her in shock. "Why?" Needletail exclaimed, "While I was drowning, I regretted everything. I wished that if I could go back, I could prove my loyalty to ShadowClan. The only thing I don't regret - is saving Violetpaw."

Sleekwhisker frowned. "After all Rowanstar has done to us?" Needletail flicked her tail, "If your not coming with me, I'll go by myself." Sleekwhisker scoffed, "Fine, then. Your not the rebel I used to know. I'm not either." They padded back into the camp. Needletail held her breath, waiting for the reaction.