A/N: Another part of this challenge! And, by this point, I feel the need to point out that these really aren't my best pieces of work. It's just that, for this, I'm completely pushing my boundries. Other pieces of work will be better. Just...Give me a chance, please.

This part of the challenge was to write in a Point Of View style that I don't normally use. So this is my version of first-person. Can you tell why I don't write like this very often? Anywho, let me know what you think please!

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I'm a warrior. Proud, brave, and strong. Robinfoot is my name, fresh out of apprenticehood, and that's what I tell whoever cares to listen. Not many cats want to hear it though - I'm not sure why but I'm not the most liked cat in Thunderclan. See, my clan isn't as popular as it used to be. As it should be. Not now, in the Age of Shadow. There are too many Dark Forest cats out there, alive and among us, that have come from out clan.

I should know. I've had to deal with plenty of them myself. In fact, my mentor was nothing but a traitor. The worst of the worst - a kit killer. She was also the former leader of our clan. Her name was Littlestar and, for a good portion of my life, I thought she was the bravest she-cat around. Then she betrayed me, she betrayed her mate, and she lost the trust of her clan.

We drove her out. Foxstar is leader now - but I don't like him. He isn't trust-worthy, that much I can tell. It's in his bright blue eyes and the way he moves, bright ginger pelt turning to fire in the sun.

Foxstar isn't going to be good for our clan.

I haven't said anything though. Not yet. Even though I know where he's going each night when he leaves the camp, coming back each morning with damp fur and guilt in his eyes. Do you know why I haven't said anything yet? No? I didn't think so. Not many do - and those who do know the reason never understand.

Maybe you'll be different.

Badgergrowl.

It's because of him that I have my warrior name, my dream of becoming deputy, and the strength I need to protect my clan. Badgergrowl was one of our senior warriors. He was also my best friend and the only cat who ever believed I could become anything.

Unfortunatly, Badgergrowl had a nasty temper. Seven moons ago, he led an unauthorized raid on Windclan; ordering the deaths of kits, queens, elders, and warriors a like. Upon his return to camp, Littlestar ordered his death, right there at the foot of the Highrock.

No cat got his side of the story. They didn't want it. But I did and so I listened and I asked and I demanded, going straight to the leader of Windclan himself. By doing that I learnt that Windclan was responsible for the death of Streakpaw, Badgergrowl's apprentice.

I told Littlestar but she didn't care. No one cared - just me. I was the only one that remembered when Badgergrowl saved our elders from the forest fire three moons ago. The only one that thought of that time that Badgergrowl helped lead us to victory against Shadowclan. The only one who thought of him as a brother, a father, and a best friend more so than I considered my only family to be that.

I'm sure you're all trying to figure out how a dead cat is why I've said nothing about Foxstar, aren't you? Well, it's actually very simple.

Badgergrowl told me not to. Just four days ago, actually, when he was out training me in the forest. He told me not to, so I won't.

I'm a warrior. Proud, brave, and strong. Robinfoot's my name, fresh out of apprenticehood, and the cat that guides my pawsteps, that is always there when I need something, is a cat of the Dark Forest.