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Hooray! The sequel is up!
In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, this is the sequel to my story, A Different Choice.
Now, you might want to read that first story, but you don't have to. It just might make some more sense though.
In this story we will be seeing a lot more of what happened to Shatteredsoul, Dock, Pinenose, and Redclaw.
Anyways, you can start reading now.

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Shatteredsoul dragged the elder bedding out of the elders den and to the entrance of the ShadowClan camp. She frowned at the heap, and sighed. She hated living in ShadowClan. She wanted to be back with her brothers in ThunderClan, but she knew that Russetstar wouldn't even consider that.

She walked deeper into camp, seeing how she wasn't allowed outside, and heard her name called. "Shatteredsoul! Come here!" The gray she-cat moaned, and walked toward the her leader's den.

"Yes Russetstar?" she mewed, rolling her eyes gently.

"Cederheart has a tick in his pelt." she smiled.

"Oh goody. Now I get to have mouse bile on my paws, and then I go down to the lake, wash it off, and come back here. Right?" Shatteredsoul meowed, annoyance singed her voice.

"Exactly. Now hurry up." she snarled, and Shatteredsoul walked out of her leader's den, grumbling to herself as she went to retrieve the mouse bile from Littlecloud.

"Stupid Russetstar. I accidentally killed Blackstar, and she holds it against me for life. He would have killed me, am I not allowed to defend myself. No..." she snarled to herself as she the mouse bile was placed on her pure gray paws. She looked at them for a second, thinking back to her family. Why did she have to be captured? Why couldn't Blackstar just have been going easy that day and not take any prisoners. She'd be living the easy life, she wouldn't have to worry about apprentice duties anymore. And she'd be a warrior like her brothers, Pinenose and Redclaw. Maybe Dockpaw would still be with them.

As she walked into the elders den, she looked at the two old cats. "Alright, who has ticks?" she meowed.

"Not me," Cederheart croaked, "What about you Tallpoppy?" The tabby brown she-cat lifted her head weakly and smiled at Shatteredsoul.

"No. I have none."

"Oh great..." Shatteredsoul mewed. She hated when Russetstar did that, she'd fake the tick, and then she had gotten mouse bile on her paws for nothing. How living the ginger she-cat was. Shatteredsoul walked out of the elders den, and frowned. She walked into the warriors den, she had to get two warriors to go clean her paws off.

"Hey Shatteredsoul." a tiger pelted tom mewed. Shatteredsoul sighed, at least her friend could bring her to the lake.

"Hello Tigerstripe." she mewed. Tigerstripe had been one of her best friends since the day she had saved him from her brother. Her heart ached thinking of Dockpaw. "I need to go clean my paws off."

"I'll come with you." he smiled. He stood up, she saw the scars that raked his side, and thought of her brother. His claws had raked him right there, proof that he once actually existed. He wasn't just another rouge that lived on the outskirts of the lake, he was once a warrior. He was once her brother.

"I'll go too." Kinkfur mewed, standing up from her nest. Shatteredsoul nodded, and the three cats walked out of the camp. Kinkfur took the lead, walking a good fox length ahead of the other two. Shatteredsoul and Tigerstripe walked next to each other, so close that their pelts almost touched.

"Tell me about the rest of ShadowClan." Shatteredsoul mewed suddenly. "I've only ever seen the camp and the same trail to the lake. I want to know about the rest of it." Tigerstripe purred. She knew that he loved her enthusiasm, her willingness to learn things that couldn't be answered right away. Even though she knew that she annoyed him at times, he was always willing to listen and tell her what he felt about her ideas. It had been that way when he was still an apprentice, and she was still new to the Clan. They were still like that.

"Well, it's pretty much the same. I mean, there's a Twoleg nest with two kittypets in it and a thunderpath, but nothing to different." he mewed.

"I wish I knew. I really do. I want to see this forest, I want to be a normal warrior. I don't care if I'm not in ThunderClan, I made my decision then, and I'm sticking by it. But I hate only doing apprentice duties. I hate cleaning out dirty bedding and mouse bile." she mewed. "I want to hunt, and protect the borders. I want to smell ThunderClan and RiverClan scents." Her eyes wavered off to the top of the pine trees, where light fragments blossomed below to hit the floor.

"I want you to be a normal warrior too. But you know that Russetstar wouldn't do that, Wingpaw." Shatteredsoul almost stopped at the sound of her old name. She looked at Tigerstripe, speechless. She loved her old name, it was her only treasure, the only thing that still connected her to ThunderClan other than her blood. But blood wasn't important mainly, it was the kind of warrior that the name became. A strong warrior, swift, a great hunter, one of the kinds of warriors is what she wanted to be. She couldn't stand being... being an outcast who could only do apprentice duties. A cat that was only known by a horrible name.

"You know that if you're caught calling me that you'll be in trouble. Russetstar declared that."

"I know, but you'll always be Wingpaw to me. You don't deserve a name like that." he purred. Shatteredsoul looked at her friend, and looked ahead of her, seeing the lake come into view. "Come on, I'll race you to the lake."

Shatteredsoul purred at her friend, and chased after him.

Dock rummaged through the small pile of fresh-kill that he had stored in the hole of the great oak tree. He frowned, not finding anything that he really wanted to eat, and padded out of the trunk. He looked around his surrounding's. It had been almost three seasons since he had left his home in ThunderClan. He was no longer a Clan cat, he was a rouge. A cat destined to live alone, a hard cold life. He had nobody to depend on. He had only himself.

He sprayed his scent around the old oak that was his home like he did every morning. If another rouge came around and smelt that a cat hadn't been by earlier, they would have guessed that no cat lived there anymore, and take whatever was their for themselves. Dock should know. He had already lost three homes. Each time he lost one he got farther and farther from the lake. That was the way he like it.

As he finished marking his territory, Dock stood at the entrance, he had to decide what to do. He smelt deep into the air. All he could smell was a distant smell of fox, he knew about that though. The fox lived at the edges of the forest, and rarely came his way. And if it did, all he had to do was get into his den, the entrance was to small for any fox to get in, or badger for that matter. There was also another scent. Cat. He knew that rouges usually passed through his part, and didn't mind it. He wouldn't have to worry about that cat, it wouldn't come near his den. Dock shrugged, sensing no danger, he walked out into the forest.

Almost immediately he found the scent that he needed. To his left was the strong scent of finch. He smiled to himself, more prey meant he was going to survive. He got into hunter's crouch, and looked at the bird hungrily. He crept forward about three steps before he made his pounce. He smiled as his claws grew closer to the prey, but just as suddenly a small flash of tortoiseshell flew in front of him. He gasped as the bird and the flash disappeared. He turned his head to look. A young tortoiseshell, probably a season younger than himself, had the finch in her mouth. "Give me the bird, prey-stealer!" he spat.

"Oh, your bird? I caught it, I think that means it is mine." she retorted.

"Yeah, but I pounced for it first. And I'm not afraid to kill to get what I want." he snarled.

"Sheesh. Sorry, you can have the bird then." she smiled, throwing the bird. It landed in front of his paws. She stood up from where she sat and turned around, starting to pad away. Calling behind her, she mewed, "My name's Sparrow, see you around, tom." As she finished, she ran away. Dock picked up the finch, and ran back to his den. As he entered he looked to the back wall. A large deep line was carved into it. Next to three thin lines, definitely not as deep. He looked to the deep one and sighed.

He dropped his prey into the pile.

Redclaw pounced. He grabbed the rabbit in his teeth, its struggles quickly stopped as it went limp in his jaws. He turned back to the cats in his patrol. "One day, I'm going to catch rabbits too!" squealed one of the new apprentices, Willowpaw. Willowpaw was the only daughter of Foxfleet and Briarpatch, she had two brothers who were out on patrol. Redclaw smiled at his apprentice.

"I'm sure you will. But for now, those few mice that you've caught is great." Redclaw purred at his apprentice's enthusiasm, and picked up his rabbit again. Berrynose looked at Redclaw and then to Willowpaw.

"Alright you two, I think that we should start getting back to camp." he meowed.

"You're leading this patrol. Alright." Redclaw mewed. Berrynose picked up his two birds, and started on his way. But Redclaw knew that the only reason Berrynose wanted to get back to camp was to see if his mate, Honeyfern, was going to have their second litter of kits soon.

"Why is Berrynose always in such a rush on patrols?" Willowpaw whispered, having to jog just so that she wouldn't fall behind.

"Didn't you know? All old cats are grumpy." Redclaw mewed behind his mouthful of rabbit.

"You're not." Willowpaw mewed.

"Just wait until I'm as old as Berrynose, then tell me that I'm not grumpy." Redclaw laughed. "Now, go get your mice." He knew that they were close to where she had burried her two mice. Willowpaw nodded, and ran toward a bush where her mice were buried.

Pinenose walked out of the warriors den. He had already been on an early dawn patrol, and was ready to get some fresh-kill. He walked up to the pile and chose a squirrel. Suddenly, something rubbed up against him. A sweet smile like honey, and the body was warm as well. Pinenose turned to see his mate, Blossomfur, standing next to him. "Are you going to share that squirrel?" she asked.

"If you want to." he answered.

"Of course I do." she laughed. "Would I have asked if I didn't want to?"

"I don't know, would you?" he purred between the prey's ginger fur. "Come on." he smiled, and the two padded over toward the entrance to the warriors den. He looked at his mate happily. She lay down and took a bite of the squirrel as Pinenose did.

Pinenose chewed his bite slowly, and starred at his mate happily, his gaze resting over her stomach. It was slightly swollen with the kits that she would bare sooner or later. She had only moved into the nursery about a quarter moon ago, and Pinenose had been overwhelmed with joy. He couldn't believe that soon his own blood would run through the camp as well.

"Pinenose," Blossomfur mewed after a while. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Well, I, I wanted to know if this would be okay with you. I wanted to name one of our kits Swirlkit. In memory of your sister. She was a brave cat... and well... I just wanted to know. I don't want to hurt you in anyway by naming her that." she mewed. Pinenose looked to his mate, his heart beginning to ache at the thought of his sister. He had loved her like he had loved the rest of his siblings, they had been close, each of them. Even when Swirlsparkle hadn't spoken to them, she knew when something was wrong. Pinenose looked at his mate with love and grief in his eyes.

"I'd love that." he mewed.

I hope you enjoyed that.
So this was the check-in chapter.
We see how the four's lives are, and then we're going back to normal chapters. Where only one of four gets a turn for each chapter. Now, I'll give you guys a choice on who we shoudl follow on the second chapter. Shall it be:

Shatteredsoul
Dock
Redclaw

or

Pinenose?