Welcome back to part two!
A few moons pass. Rippedfoot wasn't able to go on the dog patrol, even tho he had a grudge and wanted to. He didn't feel sorry for Bluestar, even tho he should, when she died. He and Lostface get a name changing cerimony, making Lostface Brightheart and Rippedfoot Swiftfeather...
Before the battle with Bloodclan
Swiftfeather watched Firestar, who was arguing with Cinderpelt again. Brightheart was on a walk with Cloudtail. I should be happy for her... But pain still tugged at his heart. He got up and limped away. I will fight Bloodclan! You can't stop me! Sorry Firestar. He paused next to Longtail.
" Can I have extra training? " he asked, staring at him. Longtail looked at him, confused but happy.
" Sure. Of Firestar approves." Longtail said, starting towards the leader.
" Do you really have to ask before you train some one?" Swiftfeather asked.
During the battle
Swiftfeather raced forward, anger burning through his pelt. They should of let me... I'm not useless! he thought, pausing near the gathering place. Yowls filled the air and Swiftfeather froze. He crept forward to see what was happening. Whitestorm! he thought, seeing the deputy faltering, a cat battling ruthlessly against him. The white and black tom raced forward, crashing into the tom. The tom let out a noise of suprise and turned on him. Whitestorm then dissappeared into the battle.
" Easy prey. " the tom said, raking his claws down Swiftfeather's side. Swiftfeather growled and swiped him on the eye. The tom let out a hiss and dived for his throat. Swiftfeather rolled away, crashing into a tom. Claws clashed over him and Swiftfeather crawled away. Maybe this was a bad idea- and all went black.
In Starclan
Swiftfeather opened his eyes. A cat stared at him.
" Took your time... didn't you. " A tom growled. You should of died with the dogs! Whitestorm should of died! You ruined everything!" the tom growled, raising his paw. Swiftfeather got his paws, shivering. This cat looked ready to end him.
" You should of died! Look what you did!" the tom shrieked.
" What?... Who.. who are... you?" Swiftfeather asked him, bristling.
" Molepelt, stop terrorizing him!" a blue grey she cat hissed. Bluestar... he thought, shuffling his paws.
Whitestorm P.O.V
Who saved me? the white tom thought as he battled a Bloodclan tom. I ran off... that I did wrong. he shook his head. Sorry Starclan. he thought as he dived under the tom and rolled, gouging the cats' belly.
Done! Swiftpaw is over with! I am taking some suggestions