Hello and sorry to anyone who likes, or liked, my story. I, like I said in the first chapter, am making this into a normal story, hopefully getting typed as much as my other stories, maybe even more. If anyone has read this far, please review! I don't think that anyone is even reading it anymore! DX

Disclaimer! I don't own anything Warriors except for my cats and my clans.

"Pebblepaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Pebblecloud. StarClan honors your bravery and quick thinking, and we welcome you as a full member of RiverClan."

Pebblecloud's eyes glowed with happiness as she thought of her new name, Pebblecloud. Wait . . . cloud? I am not one of those harmless, love birds who get to have the last part of their name as "Cloud." Why did Fishstar give me that name? Wait . . . cloud . . . like the prophecy! Fishstar always did think that I was special . . .

Fishstar rested his head on Pebblecloud and Cloudstorm's heads, and each of them licked his shoulder.

"Cloudstorm! Pebblecloud! Cloudstorm! Pebblecloud! Cloudstorm!" The clan called, joyfully, hoping that they could live in peace now. Yeah, like Cloudstorm could save us all. More like lead us all into battle!

Cloudstorm had become a fierce fighter in his last two moons as an apprentice. Once he felt how blood could flow across your paws, he, without anyone knowing, except Pebblecloud, loved the feeling of blood flowing over his paws. He was becoming dangerous, but no one saw him that way, they all thought of him as that 'goody goody' that will save them all from a dark future.

"As you two know," Fishstar meowed, "You must sit a silent vigil tonight to guard the camp and think about what it means to be a warrior. Okay?"

"Of course," Pebblecloud meowed, and Cloudstorm echoed, "Of course."

That . . . furball! I really hope that Fishstar catches that comment, the sarcasm in it! But, as Pebblecloud guessed, Fishstar either didn't hear the sarcasm, or he didn't say anything about hearing it. Just wait, Cloudstorm, someone will find out just what you are! And man, I really hope that it's me who proves that you are a threat to the clan!

All through the night, Pebblecloud sat, two tail lengths away from Cloudstorm, and waited for the sun to come up. Being a warrior means . . . protecting your clan . . . always. And hunting for prey to keep them alive. And . . . trusting . . . you clan mates . . . Am I wrong about Cloudstorm? I'll keep him in mind, but, I won't . . . try to prove that he's . . . bloodthirsty . . . unless I have to. I promise.

"You can go to sleep now," A familiar voice meowed. Pebblecloud spotted Fishstar padding over towards them.

"Thanks," Pebblecloud meowed as Cloudstorm grunted, "Whatever . . ."

Oh! The nerve of him! All he can think about is himself! Why? Pebblecloud padded over to the warriors den and laid down in a nest of soft moss, bracken, leaves and feathers. Sleep overtook her quickly, sending her spiraling into a foggy mist that covered the ground and blocked out the sun.

"Pebblecloud . . ." A voice murmured in her ears, "Pebblecloud . . ."

Pebblecloud looked around, but only saw fog. "Who's there?" She called out desperately. "Can anyone hear me?" Pebblecloud walked a few paw steps . . . and then froze at what she saw.

The former medicine cat, Grasstail, was holding down a snarling gray black tomcat. A gray black tomcat with glowing blue eyes.

"Leave now!" Grasstail called to Pebblecloud. "Hurry!"

Pebblecloud stood there, frozen in fear. That was her brother that Grasstail was holding down. Her brother that loved to kill, loved blood, and the one that everyone though would save them!

"Pebblecloud!" Grasstail called again.

Suddenly, the image of Cloudstorm disappeared. Grasstail sighed and padded over to the gray and white warrior, who was still frozen in fear.

"My . . . my . . . brother . . . h-he will kill the clans . . ." Pebblecloud murmured slowly.

"When the storm rages, clouds will break away, leaving one left. The last cloud will cover the sky in darkness. One cat can stop it. The smallest pebble has some meaning." Grasstail meowed, his eyes clouded over with stars and moonlight.

"W-what?" Pebblecloud meowed in surprise.

But her vision was fading, sending her right back to her nest in the warriors den. For a moment, all she could hear was "When the storm rages, clouds will break away, leaving one left. The last cloud will cover the sky in darkness. One cat can stop it. The smallest pebble has some meaning." Once she woke up, it was gone.

Pebblecloud leaped up, gasping for breath as if she had been trapped under the freezing water. She looked around and saw Cloudstorm sleeping a few nests over. Traitor . . . Pebblecloud watched as he sat up, yawning, and spotted her. He padded quickly over to Pebblecloud.

"Hey, do you want to come hunting with me?" Cloudstorm meowed happily.

"S-sure." Pebblecloud meowed uncertainly.

The two littermates headed out into the forest and over to the rivers, after telling Nighttalon where they were going. They hunted for a little while, soundless, as Pebblecloud tried as hard as she could to avoid conversation. But after a while, Cloudstorm meowed, "So, Pebblecloud, how is being a warrior? Are you happy?"

"Um . . . yes?"

"Have you ever thought of becoming deputy?"

Deputy? "Actually, yes, I have. I think that I would make a pretty good deputy."

Cloudstorm growled. "I knew it! You are my rival! And you know what that means, right?" When Pebblecloud was silent, Cloudstorm continued, "That means that I have to get rid of you. The prophecy says so."

Pebblecloud gasped. T-the prophecy? H-he wouldn't really chase me away, would he? I'm his sister, for StarClan's sake! W-why would he do that?

Cloudstorm launched himself at Pebblecloud, knocking her to the ground. He clawed at her ears and nipped her leg. She yowled in pain, and then slashed at his eyes. She felt her claws scrape something soft, and she noticed that she caught his eyelids and made little scars in his eyes. He yowled and sprang back at her, clawing her flank and her tail. He bit Pebblecloud's front leg until he could feel her bone. Screeching, Pebblecloud raced off, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

I . . . I have to get away! Anywhere! Just away from here! He'll kill me if I stay! I'm sorry, StarClan, but I can't fulfill your prophecy, I wasn't the chosen cat! Pebblecloud ran as fast as she could, trying to escape her life! She ran until she didn't know where she was anymore. Suddenly, the ground dropped beneath her, shattering into a million tiny pieces. She fell down, down, down into the dark cave. Everything went black as she felt her limp body crash into something hard. As she drifted into the darkness, Pebblecloud thought, I got away! Now, I can go to StarClan in peace . . .

So, how was that? Don't worry (Spoiler alert!) Pebblepaw isn't dead. Yet. Oops, did I say yet? It may or may not be true. If anyone is reading this author's note, or my story, please review! So, until next time, goodbye! And review! XD