My muse was wonky for this part, but I made it. But the lack of reviews was frustrating too say the least. Did none of you get the references? I had hoped you would, but apparently you guys just don't want to review, or but your guess forth.

One review that I fell I must answer actually comes from my 'Stars of Fire' story. One guest asked me about Lynxkit. According to the Warriors Wiki, Lynxkit was a ginger tabby and black tom with amber eyes. His parents are Goldenflower and Patchpelt, and he was the littermate of Swiftpaw. He died due to weakness somewhere between chapter 9 (pages 108 and 109) of Into the Wild and Fire and Ice. The only time he appeared was when he and his brother were playing. Swiftkit (mistaken as a gray and white, instead of black and white) was pretending to be Brokenstar. While the two were playing, Swiftkit accidently launches Lynxkit into Yellowfang's side, causing her to snap at him. He then runs behind Speckletail (who is his grandmother). Mistlekit was a pale gray tabby with black stripes, amber eyes and white paws. She was Speckletail and Smallear's daughter. She was only seen in Fire and Ice, when Fireheart brought a mouse for Yellowfang. He persuades her to take some medicine since she was giving Yellowfang a hard time. She was said to have recovered from the whitecough, though she never appeared again.

Sorry for the ramble, I just felt like I had to address it. Especially if I get another review like that.

Please enjoy the chapter!

Tigerclaw

The dawn patrol was returning when Tigerclaw woke up. He walked out of the warrior's den with a yawn, shaking his head and peering at the apprentice's den. He thought about taking Ravenpaw for a quick training session, but quickly decided against it. He didn't need to waste the morning trying to teach the nervous apprentice when he couldn't concentrate himself on any particular thing. That would just be disastrous. In the end, Tigerclaw took Ravenpaw on the sunhigh patrol with Redtail. The three cats set off towards Sunning Rocks and the border with RiverClan to make sure that the Clan of the Rivers weren't misbehaving.

Rosalie

Rosalie woke up at around mid-morning, nowhere near time to head back to the forest and join ThunderClan. She rested her head on her paws and wondered if the previous night was real. She stood up and stretched, cringing as she felt the muscles in her body all but scream in protest to the movement, proving if just for that moment it hadn't been a dream. She ran out of her Twoleg's nest and sat in the garden, taking in the sights and smells one last time. She noticed her black and white friend Smudge on the fence that bordered their gardens.

"So, how was your visit to the forest?" Smudge asked with a hint of bitterness. Rosalie was surprised at her friend's tone, for he was normally calm about anything except the forest. To hear her friend sound bitter was more than surprising.

"It was good," Rosalie asked carefully. She suddenly felt like she didn't know her best friend and it scared her. She somewhat wondered, only now of all times, if Smudge liked her as more than a friend. She shook the thought away and told her friend about the encounter with the Clan cats and their offer of letting her join their Clan.

After telling the tale, Rosalie glanced up at the sky and realized she was going late if she didn't leave now. The two friends said goodbye for now, Smudge with great hesitance, and Rosalie re-entered the forest. As she left her garden for the last time, she shivered as she thought she felt the same cold, ice-blue eyes of the rouge that had killed her father and haunted her continuously afterward fall on her once more. She turned around and noticed the small black tom, his single white forepaw shining from the darkness. His blue eyes stared right into her green ones with a silent promise of finding her no matter where she went. Giving one more shudder, she leaped right into the forest, as if to protect herself from that cold gaze and followed the stale stench of fox back to the small clearing where she had met the Clan cats.

She sat down and went over Bluestar's directions in her mind. She told me to wait for Lionheart in this same spot at sunhigh. Just then, she heard bushes rustling and she caught the scent she was waiting for. Lionheart, she thought before catching an unfamiliar scent as well. Rosalie could tell it was another tom, and that both toms were amused by something. The two toms approached and Rosalie was able to look at the other tom. He was a well-muscled, big, long-furred white tom with a scar on his shoulder and amber eyes. The white tom was even more amused, if that was possible, by the look of shock and awe that Rosalie gave him.

"No wonder Tigerclaw was reluctant to go on the sunhigh patrol," the white tom chuckled, amber eyes dancing with humor.

"Wha-what?" Rosalie stammered in shock. Why would that be funny? She thought to herself, trying to figure out where the humor was coming from.

Lionheart chuckled one more time before becoming serious, though there was no denying the amused look in his amber eyes. "Alright Whitestorm, no need to confuse the poor kittypet too much before we take her back to camp."

Rosalie internally bristled at being called "kittypet", knowing as she did that it was an insult, but calmed she noticed that Lionheart hadn't used it as that. She twitched her torn left ear and flicked her tail-tip in acknowledgement and followed the two warriors to the ThunderClan camp.

Unknown (First Person)

I watched as she left everything she knew behind to chase a fool's dream. I had seen the meeting the previous night. I knew where she was going, but I decided not to follow. There was still plenty of time to get revenge. I flicked what my tail in frustration before stalking back to my alley camp. This needed to be handled very carefully, or else she would realize what I was planning. Then again, I chuckled, she should have known better than try to run into the forest to escape me.

Tigerclaw (Exit First Person)

All was quiet on the RiverClan boarder as the patrol of three moved towards Sunning Rocks. Ravenpaw was nervous, his white tipped tail flicking continuously. Tigerclaw tried to calm his apprentice, but it was no real use. Right as they reached Sunning Rocks, they noticed a RiverClan patrol waiting for them.

Why now? Tigerclaw thought while listening to Redtail bicker with Oakheart, the RiverClan deputy. He knew what was coming, and he frankly quite tired of it. He briefly noticed a ragged-furred tortoiseshell and white cat on top of a rock pile, but shook his head away from that thought. There was a fight he needed to focus on right then, he could check later. Yowls of challenge rang from the RiverClan patrol and ThunderClan followed suit. The fight had begun.

Rosalie

The two warriors led the way into the undergrowth, Rosalie right behind them. She knew that they must be approaching the camp soon since the scent of cat was growing stronger. They climbed down a ravine before entering a thorn tunnel. Rosalie gave a gasp of amazement as she saw the ThunderClan camp for the first time. The clearing was surrounded by trees, the sunlight from above casting dappled shadows. There was a bramble thicket right beside the entrance tunnel where Rosalie could hear the squeals of kits, she guessed it was the nursery. A short ways away was a fern tunnel. On one side of the clearing was a fallen tree, nearby was a bush and a tree stump. In the middle of the clearing was a pile of freshly-caught prey. At the head of the camp was a large boulder with a crack in it. On top of it was Bluestar, watching her Clan with a sharp blue gaze.

Once the blue-gray she-cat noticed the trio, she jumped down from her perch and approached them. While the three older cats talked, Rosalie noticed cats staring at her with judging eyes. She noticed one cat in particular, a sleek dark silver tabby with black stripes, was glaring at her with blue eyes like ice. Rosalie shuddered when her emerald gaze met those frosty eyes.

Before long, a Clan meeting was called, and Rosalie learned that the boulder was called Highrock. Rosalie sat in between Lionheart and Whitestorm, gazing up at Bluestar. She could feel her collar itching and wished that she had had the sense of taking it off before leaving her housefolk, but she had been in a hurry.

"ThunderClan needs more warriors. Never before have we had so few apprentices in training," Bluestar began. Rosalie stopped listening and focused more on the mutterings. She didn't mean to, but she was very uneasy being surrounded by mostly unknown cats, and she couldn't help but remember the rouges of the Twolegplace.

Just then, a voice penetrated her senses, full of scorn and self-importance. "Lucky to be an apprentice!" While Bluestar continued talking, Rosalie looked around the crowd for the cat who spoke. Her green eyes found a pale brown tabby with a long tail sitting next to a small brown she-cat. She ignored the tom and went back to trying to listen to Bluestar's speech. But that was made near impossible by the mutterings over where she had come from. Rosalie glared at her collar, its golden bell gleaming in the sunlight, and waited for the realization to hit them.

"Look at that collar! She's a kittypet!" the pale tabby yowled. Rosalie glared at him for that comment. "Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. This Clan needs wildborn warriors to defend it, not another soft mouth to feed."

Feeling Rosalie bristle, Lionheart leaned his head over to hers and muttered "That tabby is called Longtail," Rosalie couldn't help but think that the name suited him. "You must prove to him and the others that you will not let anything hold you back." Rosalie twitched her torn ear in acknowledgement.

"Your collar is a mark of the Twolegs, and that noisy jingling will make you a poor hunter at best. At worse, it will bring the Twolegs into our territory, looking for the poor lost kittypet who fills the woods with her pitiful tinkling," Longtail continued to sneer, ignorant of Rosalie's annoyance at both him and her collar. She just wanted it off her neck, and she was devising the perfect way to get rid of it and prove that she would never back down. Plus, payback hurts. Cats were yowling in agreement to the warrior's speech, prompting Longtail to continue. "The noise of your treacherous bell will alert our enemies, even if your Twoleg stench doesn't!"

Rosalie felt her torn ear twitch uncontrollably, her mind taking her back to that day. She remembered the fear and helplessness she felt as that rouge killed her father, ice-blue shining cruelly. Her powerlessness was replaced by fury when she locked gazes with Longtail, turning fully around to face him. He flicked his tail-tip nervously as he seemed to realize that he was messing with the wrong kind of cat. Cats moved out of the way of the two, sensing that a fight was going to happen.

Hissing, Rosalie leaped at Longtail, surprising him as she clawed at his head. The fight continued for a few heartbeats before Longtail grabbed Rosalie's collar out of reflex. Both pulled away from each other and, with a snap as loud as thunder, the collar broke, flinging the two cats away from each other. Rosalie felt like yowling in glee when she got up and saw her broken collar in Longtail's jaws. She was free at last!

Bluestar called an end to the battle before the two could jump at each other again, not that Rosalie intended to do that. "The newcomer has lost her collar in a battle for her honor. StarClan has spoken its approval- this cat has been freed from the hold of her Twoleg owners, and is free to join ThunderClan as an apprentice." Rosalie walked over to Longtail and took her broken collar from his jaws, telling him with no words that she would always fight for her new Clan and nothing was going to stand in her way. Even her kittypet roots. She then tossed her collar into the thorns surrounding the camp. She'd most likely bury it away from camp properly later, but for now it was out of sight.

"You fought well," Bluestar muttered when Rosalie walked back from throwing her collar. "From this point," Bluestar said, loud enough for every cat to hear, "until she has earned her warrior name, this apprentice shall be known as Firepaw, in honor of her flame-colored pelt."

Rosalie-no, Firepaw-basked in the attention she was getting from her new Clanmates, though something told her that one fight wasn't enough to gain the approval of most of them. She met with Graypaw, who was sitting with a pale ginger she-cat and a dark brown tabby tom. Just before she could greet them, something flickered in the corner of her eye. Suddenly, a small black tom-Ravenpaw she realized-ran into camp, blood dripping down his shoulder and hind leg. Right behind him was Tigerclaw, who was carrying a limp and broken body on his back. Bluestar was immediately running towards them, shooting off questions.

Firepaw wandered closer for a look, and saw a dark dappled tortoiseshell tom with feathered ears and a ginger tail. His amber eyes were glazed, his pelt unmoving and covered in dust. The pale ginger she-cat took one look and horror glazed her green eyes. "Father!" she yowled. Firepaw's mind went blank as memories of a similar situation took hold. She shook her head as hard as she could, shaking the memories of failure away for the moment, though she knew that those memories would haunt her once the sun set.

"We were fighting RiverClan at Sunning Rocks," Tigerclaw was saying when Firepaw began listening again. Firepaw couldn't help but notice that Tigerclaw sounded tired and wondered why. "Redtail and Oakheart were fighting when rocks started falling from the rock pile. There was nothing either one could do."

Firepaw was thankfully distracted by Graypaw, who showed her the camp. She learned the basics of what her life would be like now that she was an apprentice. The elders, who lived under the fallen tree, were nice and friendly, though One-Eye was practically deaf. Firepaw didn't really know how she ended up with that name, but One-Eye never seemed to mind.

The sun soon set, and Firepaw claimed a nest close to the entrance of the den, away from her three denmates; Ravenpaw was still recovering in the medicine den from his injuries. Firepaw stared at the night sky for a long time, despite the long day she had and how tired she was. She wondered about what she had learned from Graypaw and the elders that day about StarClan, the Clan's warrior ancestors. They had said that the warriors who died became spirits and watched over their living Clanmates from the stars. She wondered if her father was there, despite being a kittypet. He had once told her that when cats die, they join those they had lost in the stars.

She had always wondered if there was truth in what her father had told her. At least she know knew where he heard it from.

Okay, that's a wrap.

By the way, who can guess the name of the mysterious POV in the chapter? If you still want to respond to the challenge from the previous chapter, you can.

See you all next chapter.

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~pokedawnheart