AN: Thank you to TalonfootandRipplestream4Ever, Poison Apple and fallenshadow962 for reviewing. Now that I'm thinking about it, Spottedfur will probably get more chapters in her POV because of what I'm planning. But who knows, I might create another character that I really enjoy writing.

Chapter 1: Thornstar

Thornstar rose from where he was sitting in his den and looked over at the tough speckled ginger she-cat who was sitting in front of him. She looked at him, her gaze filled with admiration yet sadness. He didn't like the way she looked at him. Most of the time if a cat made him uncomfortable he would simply cast them out to be killed by the Walkers, but not this cat. Not this one.

"Leader? Sir?" a cat called from outside the highrock where Thornstar's den was located under.

"What!" Thornstar snarled.

A pale gray she-cat poked her head in the den. He recognized her as one of his scouts that he assigned to look for survivors.

"Well?"

"We've spotted two kittypets- they aren't anything to worry about." the pale gray she-cat quickly assured him. "Some of the other scouts spotted three she-cats by the old SwampClan and CreekClan border. One of them was identified as Featherheart, the SwampClan Medicine cat."

Thornstar's pelt bristled. "We have to kill them! If they escape they could-" Thornstar was cut off by the speckled ginger she-cat. "Calm down brother, I'm sure a medicine cat and two warriors won't be much trouble." she soothed gently.

"It was just any warriors," the pale gray she-cat continued. "We're pretty sure one of the cats had tortoiseshell fur." the cat mewed carefully.

"Spottedfur!" Thornstar growled. Spottedfur was the daughter of Poppystar, the former SwampClan leader and Thornstar's nemesis. He had purposely attacked SwampClan and all the other Clans without warning so when the Walkers would attack, they would be destined to fail and their precious clans would be destroyed.

The speckled ginger she-cat rested her tail on her brother's shoulder. "Even if Spottedfur did escape I don't think she would have enough guts to try and take down ForestClan."

"That may be true Honeytail, but you never know! I must make sure that I rule the forest, that I know who comes and goes. I must make sure nobody will ever take my power from me!"

Honeytail gaze him the look he hated again. Filled with admiration yet sadness. He even thought he saw a bit of fear in her blue gaze.

The mottled dark brown tom then turned his attention back to the skinny pale gray she-cat. "What's your name?"

"Lilyshine... you named me that." the cat answered.

Thornstar rolled his eyes. Did these cats really expect him to remember their names? They should be gratefully he's even allowing them to stay in the Clan. His Clan.

"Leave." he said in a low growl, flicking his tail.

The pale gray shape of Lilyshine was out of the den in a instant, as if her life depended on it.

"I think I should send Liontooth after the she-cats." Thornstar mewed thoughtfully.

"Liontooth?" Honeytail echoed. She looked nervous, unsure and scared.

"What's wrong with him? Must you have to worry about everything?" he snarled.

Honeytail glared at him. "Liontooth is ambitous. He strikes me as a cat that would abandon you and overthrow you in a minute if he managed to obtain more power than you! He would willingly feed you to the Walkers if he got the chance!" Honeytail voiced her concerns.

"Get out!" Thornstar hissed. "If I have to worry about a cat overthrowing me the first one that would come to mind is you!"

Honeytail held his glare for a moment before exited the den silently.

He immediately regreted his words but there was no time to be sympathetic. With the dangers of the Walkers it was a kill or be killed world.

And he wasn't going to get killed.

. . . .

Thornstar lay in his den silently. Nightmares ate away at him. What if he lost power? What if his clanmates turned aganist him? Was Honeytail right about his deputy? He pushed the thoughts away.

He was never going to be weak. If he ever lost power, he would find a way to get it back, at any costs. He would willingly give up Honeytail if it meant he would become stronger.

Thornstar then wrinkled his nose. He smelled something weird. He had smelled this before. There was no doubt what this smell was.

Death.

No! Don't let it be true! Thornstar wailed inwardly. He exited his den under the highrock and yowled alarm to ForestClan. Walkers were everywhere. They surrounded the camp and were walking closer. Their eyes were white and bloody and most of their fur had unnatural colors they moaned and groaned as they steadily moved towards the living cats.

"Help! My kits! Run! Ahhhh!"

It took a moment for Thornstar to fully get over his shock and begin to fight the Walkers.

"Liontooth!" he called for his golden furred deputy. But he was nowhere in sight.

Is he dead? Thornstar thought with despair. Or has he abandoned us?

Thornstar was brought back to reality once a Walker pinned his to the ground and sank it's claws into Thornstar's pelt. Thronstar let out a wail of distress but it seemed like nobody was going to come.

Thornstar wrestled with the Walker and began raking it's belly with his claws.

The Walker unpinned him and staggered backwards only to have claws go into it's neck.

Thornstar saw Honeytail standing behind the Walker, he claws filled with blood.

"Be careful mouse-brain!" he sister called over to him before rushing back into battle.

Thornstar ran after his sister full-speed while he saw his warriors attacking the Walkers. Occasionally he would come across bodies of clanmates that were killed. He shivered and continued to chase after his sister who was trying o slash the throat of every Walker that she could in sight.

Thornstar tried his best to keep his sister in sight and try not to get locked in battle. A Walker bite would take nine lives away in an instant.

Honeytail turned back towards him, leaving her back defenseless. "Most of them are leaving!" she reported excitedly. Thornstar sighed. He was happy they were winning the battle and that he didn't have to contribute at all.

Suddenly his thoughts stopped instantly.

His blood turned ice cold.

While Honeytail was looking over at him a Walker was taking advantage of this and was coming up behind her fast.

"Honeytail!" he yowled at the top of his lungs, trying to warn his sister.

It was too late. The Walker had come behind and sunk it's fangs into her neck. "Gahhhh!" Honeytail let out a horrifying yowl before dropping to the ground with a thud.

"No! No! No! No!" Thornstar cried as he ran over to his sister. He crashed into the Walker who was eating Honeytail's flesh and sunk his claws into it's side. The two snarled and began scratching eachother pelts. Finally Thornstar managed to bite the Walker's neck, giving him the death blow.

Thornstar abandoned the Walker and ran back over to his sister. Her body was in an unnatural position and her fur was cold.

"No... please no... Honeytail." Thornstar wailed softly pressing his nose into his sister's fur. He owed her so much yet he treated her like mouse-dung.

This was all his fault.

. . . .

Thornstar layed next to his sister's body all night. He looked up, it looked to be about Sun-high. While the rest of the cats were burying and disposing of the Walker bodies and the bodies of their clanmates before they transformed into Walkers themselves, he lay next to Honeytail.

Suddenly Honeytail began to stir and she blinked open her soft pale silver eyes.

Honeytail's eyes were blue.

"I'm so sorry Honeytail..." he mewed to her softly. "I should have fought, I shouldn't have been so cruel I shouldn't have-" he was cut off by the moaning Honeytail started to make. Her speckled ginger fur was now an unnatural mix of white and gold. Her claws started to become crooked and her features began to change and look more cruel.

Thornstar took one more last look at the Walker that was once his sister and he sunk his claws into her neck. She fell back with her eyes still open.

There was no emotion in them.

He suddenly heard a cat's voice. He looked up and saw Liontooth.

"Where were you!" Thornstar growled. "My sister died! We needed help in the fight!"

Liontooth chuckled. "I knew the Walkers were coming, so I left."

"What?"

"You heard me! I knew, and I left because I hoped you would die. It's a pity really." Liontooth said slyly.

"How could you Liontooth!" Thornstar said in a shocked voice. "I trusted you!

The golden furred tom rolled his eyes. More cats emerged from behind him, some were rouges and kittypets and some were ForestClan cats. "First, don't call me Liontooth. I am now Slash." the tom mewed.

Thornstar rose to his paws, all the sadness he was just feeling melted into scorching hot anger. "Slash? What kind of name is that? And why are half my clan behind you!"

Slash laughed once again. "We are LionClan. We're stronger than ForestClan in every possible way." he then looked over at the remaining cats who stood behind Thornstar. "Join us, we promise you'll have a much better chance at surviving then with him." he mewed charismatically.

After a moment or two all the surviving cats, which was only around ten or eleven began to hastily make their way over to Slash. Lilyshine was apart of that group.

Slash smiled after seeing all the cats join him and then turned back to face Thornstar. His eyes were twisted in hatred.

"You lose."

AN: Yup, Slash is a big bully!

So next chapter who's POV do you want?

Spottedfur, Featherheart, Slash, or a new character?

Anywho, I got three reviews last chapter! Thank you so much! :D

Anyway, please review! It makes me sad when I find out this story has had 327 hits and only 3 reviews! So review people!

Note: This chapter was probably rushed and I have no excuse for that except that I'm a pretty sucky writer, hopefully you can point out things to help me improve.