Total Warriors ACTION!

by Frostfoot-Dreamleaf

36 cats, one ultimate game, one ultimate prize. Your favorite warrior cats battling it out to be leader for a moon. And you can help decide, who that cat will be. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE, R&R- rated T for saftey

2. Lake Relay

Hey Frostfoot-Dreamleaf, up with the first chapter of Total Warriors ACTION! And thanks, to all of the reviews- good ones or flames- greatly appreciated. Sorry it took so long for me to update, but it takes alot of time writing chapters, I've figured out, because this story will have long chapters. This chapter will be the first challange, and the cats setting in to their new arrangements. I will do each team, and the POV for each team will change every chapter. Also, when you get to the POV of Pebble's team, the one that lives in the horseplace barn please note afew things. First- the humans and hores abandoned it long ago, second- the barn has two levels, and third- the barn is based off a barn that I know so it's different... So enjoy...But first-

Gethernia- good idea! I might use that in the next chapter...

NewProphecy- I like a lot of cats, and I luv Smudge, I had to put him in there- who knows. Maybe he'll win. And thanks for the compliments

Silent Memento- you don't have to like my story, just don't review the next chapter if you read this one

Dawnshadow- NOOO! Your right, I totally forgot Sandstorm. Maybe I'll add her into a group in later chapters...

Shadowfoot- LOVE THAT IDEA! That's the challenge I'm using in this chapter, but changing it a little

We the People who Hate Your Shit- read Silent Memento

Gyerfry- hmmm... I acually have a plan for him to show up...

Night Angel VJM- look, this story isn't what you think it is perhaps. You could compare it to those Warrior Cat American Idol thing, yeah. Same concept of the voting thing

Spottedpool- I didn't even think of that! Great idea, and Holly X Breeze will be parring, and they are competing.

So, now that that's out of the way, I should probally start the chapter, Right? Okay, so here it goes.

Frostfoot's eyes scanned the cats below her, their jaws hanging slack about the news they had just heard. Yep, shocker to everyone, except Frostfoot and Dreamleaf, of course. Frostfoot had just told them all about what these cats were doing here and the teams. Frostfoot looked down at Dreamleaf to see a purr escaping the black cat's lips.

Dreamleaf opened her eyes and smiled a tooth grin when she looked at Frostfoot, and then she turned back to the crowd. Frostfoot scraped the bark of the tree she was sitting on worridly. No one was talking, not one peep. Frostfoot cleared her throat, and she saw a few cats snap out of their daze and close their mouth quickly.

"So uhh...You might as well get into your teams now- yep..." Frostfoot stumbled uneasily. About half of the crowd had their mouths closed now and were looking among each other like this was some kind of crazy dream. But, rather unwillingly, they mumbled to themeselves as they searched for their team mates. And by now everyone was awake.

Frostfoot saw a bit of uneasyness ripple through the cats as they gave an awkward nod to their team-mates. For a moment, a bit of sympathy flashed through Frostfoot's chest, but it was gone as she remembered that she had left her clan to come to this group of strange cats. Stories, of course, had been told about some, but others were strangers to her.

She gave a low whimper when she thought about all her friends, back over the mountains. She missed them. Surly these cats could coroperate for awhile, when she had to coroperate with them! A low hiss interuppted her thoughts. Dreamleaf.

"Frostfoot, Frosty..." She reminded gently, jerking Frostfoot from her thoughts. Frostfoot looked down at her gratefully, and turned back to the cats. The teams were in a broken circle, each cat staying their distances from the cats they would be living with for the next few moons. Frostfoot gave a grunt, soon they would be closer than ever.

"Looks like you've met your teammates, but now it's time to go to your assigned territory. Your first challenge will begin tomorrow at Sun-High, meet us at the tree-bridge, more explanation will be there." Frostfoot mewed, her mind whirling with excitment for the coming day.

The cats looked at each other before stumbling toward the tree bridge to go to their new territories. Only one group stayed, because their new 'camp' was at the island. A sudden thought hit Frostfoot and she called after the retreating cats.

"Get a good night's rest and lots of food engery, because you'll use it all up in tomorrow's challenge." The white she-cat called after them. A few flicked their tails to show the host that they had heard, but that was it.

"Come on Dreamleaf, let's go to our new camp...the moonpool!"

Mistyfoot

Mistyfoot watched as all the teams, including the hosts left the island. She looked up, a tingling feeling in her stomach. The trees moved and shaked as the wind blew, and Mistyfoot wished that she could be back in her own camp. But this was her own camp...now atleast.

"Well," Her new teammate Graystripe mewed gruffly Millie at his side, "We'd better start settling in and getting patrols out for prey."

"But where would we catch the prey?" Onewhisker asked. Graystripe shrugged, his gaze skirting the island.

"Two tail lenghts from the shore would be our territory, I'd imagine." Mothwing offered logically. Onewhisker looked skeptical.

"What prey would wander into a two tail length radius?" He mewed flaty.

"Some stupid prey." Mistyfoot chirpped with a meow of laughter, getting in her peice.

"Some very stupid prey." Mothwing agreed. Mistyfoot gave a smile at Mothwing. She was more than glad that she had another RiverClan cat with her, a very good friend in fact. She gave a glance at the medicine cat, and they snickered to themselves.

Mistyfoot looked over at Berrynose, the only cat who hadn't spoken a mew yet. He looked uneasy, cautiously moving toward Millie and Graystripe his eyes flashed to each cat. Mistyfoot furred her eyebrows in confusion, from what she had heard, Berrynose was a self centered, talkitive cat. But now he wouldn't even open his mouth.

But Mistyfoot couldn't blame him. He was seasons younger and his two clanmates that he got put with were attached at the hip. Mistyfoot felt a nudge in her ribs. She looked at Mothwing.

"Who's that?" Mothwing asked, looking at Berrynose. Mistyfoot followed her gaze, surprise brimming.

"Oh, that's Berrynose of ThunderClan. He's a new warrior, and usually he's very talkative, atleast I've heard." Mistyfoot answered with an uninterest shrug.

"Berrynose..." Mothwing whispered, the name rolling off her tounge. She turned back to Mistfoot.

"Do you think he's a good warrior?" Mothwing asked hurridly. Mistyfoot gave her a long glare but answered.

"I heard that Honeyfern likes him, but I don't know if he likes anyone." Mistyfoot answered cautiously. Why in the name of StarClan was she showing intrest in this longfurred cat? She ignored it and turned back to see Onewhisker's fur standing on end. A hiss escaped his lips, directed at Graystripe.

"So now you think your the leader." Onewhisker hissed defensivly. Graystripe looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

"I never said that." he mewed. Onewhisker looked at him, unsaid hate burnind deep in his eyes.

"But you sure act like it." he mewed with a snarl. Graystripe was speechless. Millie turned on the WindClan cat.

"Well your no leader yourself." She spat. Onewhisker gave a growl at her, before pointedly turning and slumping under a bush.

"Anybody wake me, and you'll be sorry." he warned, his tail twitching. By now Graystripe was fully awake, and surprise was floating off of him.

"I'd assume we could use the land outside of the territories." Mistyfoot suggested lightly. Graystripe nodded, still shocked.

"Mmhh.. yeah. Who would like to go out and catch us some prey." He asked. Mistyfoot wasn't really in the mood, so kept her tail down. But Millie and Berrynose offered. And Mothwing's tail went up a heartbeat after Berrynose's.

"Millie and Berrynose, sure," Graystripe murmured more to himself and then he looked at Mothwing, a his eyes flashing like he had just seen her standing there for the first time, "And Mothwing can go to collect herbs. Were lucky to have a medicine cat." He purred, and Mistyfoot agreed. She watched as the tree retreated into the bushed to hunt.

"Well Mistyfoot, looks like Onewhisker is asleep," he mewed with amusment as faint snores came from the bush, "So we might as well find somewhere to sleep as well."

Mistyfoot nodded absetly, her mind wandering back to when her clan had to use this very island as their camp so many moons ago. It was nothing more than a bad memory now, but Mistyfoot was somehow spooked by having to live here again. But, she did know the coziest spots and led Graystripe to a bush that was used for the nusery. the bush by far was the most sheltered and had the softest grass.

Mistyfoot lay down by the other side of the den, farthest away from the entrance. She crossed her front paws and lay her head down on them. Graystripe lay down, close enough to Mistyfoot so that his fur lightly brushed hers. She jerked her head up and glanced at him.

Graystripe must have felt the suprise from Mistyfoot because he scooted away. Mistyfoot lay back down.

Ohh, this stinks. Mothwing is going ga-ga over Berrynose, Berrynose seems unwilling, Graystripe and Millie are only interested in each other, and Onewhisker is refusing to speak to any of us. How can we possible win when we can't even act like a team? Mistyfoot thought dully before she sank into a deep sleep.

Cody

Cody's tail flicked uneasily as she followed the cats into the wide open moor. Her every sense was alert and ready. She was new to this and, every falling leaf spooked her. Beside her, a ginger cat named Squirrelflight, brushed her pelt soothingly.

"I know how weird this must feel," Squirrelflight cooed gently to Cody, "Being so far from home, and not knowing anything about how we live."

Cody smiled at her, but it wasn't pure. She felt scared, and so her lips curled to much and you could tell that she was trying.

"Yeah," Cody answered before looking over the plane, flat land, "I might feel better if I was with Leafpool though." Squirrelflight gave a sympathetic purr.

"It's okay, I'll show you what you need to know." the ginger cat promised.

"Thanks, you could start by telling me who my team is." Cody asked, looking over the cats. They scared her in a way, with their study bones and battle scarred pelts. Squirrelflight nodded and pointed to a tortishell she-cat, a little older than everyone.

"See that? That's Cherrytail. She comes from SkyClan, a clan that lives farther away than you do. I don't know her very well though." Squirrelflight atmitted. Cody nodded, Cherrytail looked nice...sort of.

"And the tortishelshell and white cat in front of her is Poppyfrost. She's the yongest here. She's really nice and really calm. And the tortishshell in front of her is Tawnypelt. She may have a bit of an attidute, but she's good. We go way back..." And Squirrelflight trailed off, memories swimming in her eyes like fish. A flash of jealousy ran down Cody's spine, and she almost wished that she could have a good friend like that.

"And who's that, that cat in the front." Cody asked, pushing her thoughts away. Squirrleflight's eyes flashed when she saw the cat.

"Him?" She asked, her voice suddenly becoming high pitched, "That's Crowfeather. He's sometimes prickily, and mosty understood, but he's a really good friend of Leaf- of mine." She finished. Cody looked at her curiously. She thought that she for a second was about to say 'Leafpool'.

Suddently Squirrelflight halted, "Were at the camp." She mewed. Cody wrinkled her nose.

"We are?" She asked with confusion. As far a she could see, it was nothing more than a lot of bushes. But then she remebered Leafpool's former home, she had thought it was just a bunch of brambles...untill she actually stepped inside. It must be the same for this camp.

"So, where's the entrance?" Cody gulped as Crowfeather led the around the side of the bushes. Squirrelflight shrugged.

"Don't remember very well." She answered. Cody let out a sigh, and watched the WindClan warrior's dusty pelt. It was then that she noticed that he was the only tom in the group!

Well, the entrance was found, and it was different when she stepped inside. It was like a giant paw had come down and scooped a chunk of the land from the earth! The land dipped down gently into a grassy clearing, with holes and boulders scattered.

"Welcome to WindClan camp!" Crowfeather mewed from atop the biggest boulder. Then he padded back and fourth, as if thinking.

"We need a leader, and I nominate myself to be leader, because I know the territory and the land!" Crowfeather proposed, his eyes looking over the heads of the she-cats.

"I second this nomination!" Tawnypelt called out. Crowfeather gave a grin at her, one that made Cody's spine shiver.

"All those in favor, say 'aye'." Crowfeather called out. Cody called out "AYE" like everone. She gave a smile when she saw his happiness.

"Cool, now let's see who's on my team... Tawnypelt, Cherrytail, Poppyfrost, Squirrelflight, and..." He stopped when he got to Cody.

"My name is Cody." She called out. Crowfeather's eyes narrowed into thin slits.

"Cody? That's not a name of a warrior." He observed. Cody felt all eyes on her as the cats gasped. Hushed murmurs arose from cats.

"Is she a loner?" Poppyfrost asked, studying her.

"Or maybe a rouge?" Tawnypelt chipped.

"She can't be from BloodClan, she dosn't have a collar." Cherrytail pointed out.

"Collar!" Crowfeather yowled suddenly, and then he jumped down right in front of Cody. His gaze met hers, but she held his glare.

"Do you, live with two-legs?" He accused. Cody blinked at him.

"Yes, I do." She mewed, but instantly reggeted it as everybody gave gasps and cries.

"Kittypet!" Crowfeather spat right in her face, before reeling back in disgust. Then he backed away, his voice low and angry.

"I was put with a kittypet, how do they expect us to ever win? I'm going to go and sleep in the leaders den. You all can choose whatever den you want." He mewed, before dissapering into a hole in the ground.

"Shall we sleep in the warriors den?" Squirrelflight suggested warily. Tawnypelt nodded, but turned pointedly to Cody.

"Yes, we shall," She spat, "But not you kittypet. I don't want your kittypet stench stinking up my sleeping space. You can sleep down in that den!" Tawnypelt mewed, pointing with her tail to a hole on the far side of the clearing. Cody waited, but murmurs of agreement rose up, making her want to cry. But Squirrelflight would back her up, right?

She looked at the ginger she-cat, but Squirrelflight didn't say anything. She just kept her head down the whole time. With tears sprining to her eyes, Cody backed away to the hole. Then, slinking down into it, she rested her head on her paws.

No body likes me,they think that us house cats can't do anything. But I'll show them...and they will all see just what this kittypet can do.

Pebble

"Yep, here it is..." A study bracken colored tom mewed, staring up at the old rickety barn. Pebble felt her stomachs twist. She felt fear flash through her veins as a cold wind blew down, making the old house creek and shake.

"It's alright, Pebble. This house is safe." Brook assured her gently. Pebble nodded, but shestill had her doubts about it.

"What about the two-legs Brackenfur?" A tabby tom asked the bracken tom. Brackenfur gave a shake of his head.

"Don't worry Sparrowpelt," he mewed as he pushed a large wodden slab aside, "Daisy told me that they abanonded it long ago." Then just to show that it was okay, he jumped inside of the barn. Pebble wondered if it had gobbled him up. But a second later, his head popped out of the black opening.

"You coming?" He asked. Sparrowpelt, happy to show how brave he was, followed Brackenfur. And then the prickily black-she cat named Nightcloud followed after him. A warm strong cat brushed up against Pebble.

"Come on Pebble, let's go." The low voice cooed.

"Okay Stormfur." Pebble mewed warily. And then she hasended after Nightcloud. The jump wasn't too far up, but she bunched her mucles and leaped. With a terrifying yowl, she saw that she had mis guessed the jump, and she wans't going to do it. He claws scraped the wood. as she tried to get a grip on it. For a second, fear flashed through her body. She was about to fall, but then Sparrowpelt grabbed her by her scruff. She was hauled up clumsily, and she bumped against the side.

"There you go," Sparrowpelt mewed when she was standing on the wood. She mewed a quick and curt thanks, too embarrest to do more than that. She opened her eyes and took a look around the barn. She was staning in the doorway, one slab of wood broken and falling. Holes in the wood were scattered around her, with bits of leaves and hay on the ground. A large box type thing with metal sides and a metal stick off of it loomed in front of her. More hay was stacked in it. To Pebble's left was a wall of wood, streaching high above her head, but low enough so that she could jump on top of it. As far as she could see, there was a whole lot more of the hay in it, a large mountain stacked by the back. A rope hung down, just at a level where Pebble could reach it.

On her right side, was a cluster of stables, metal bars making it look like a prison. On the farthest side, a old creaky door was the entrance into the stables. And right by that door was a ladder up to a level filled with more- of course- hay.

"This is pretty cool." Stormfur commented as he and Brook appeared from the entrance. Brackenfur mewed with agreement.

"And with all this hay, I'd bet there are a lot of mice and such." Brackenfur mewed, and right on que, a mouse zipped past his paws. He lunged and caught it, a purr of satifaction rising in his throat.

Suddenly, a spam of hunger hit Pebble's stomach and she scanned the room for more mice. Everybody else seemed to be hunting as well. Pebble narrowed her eyes as the smell of mice hit her nose. Prowling forward, she spotted it. A big fat plump mouse nibbling on a seed, half hidden by a pile of hay. And about the same time the mouse saw her, Pebble was jumping.

The mouse fled, it's small fuzzy rump shaking as it swerved right and left. And then, it jumped into the opening that led to the stables. Pebble could have had a better chance if she had found another mouse, but not only was she hungry; she was curious. She wanted to find out what lay behind the wooden wall and the cold metal bars.

If Pebble had paied any attention at all when she had first set paw in there, it was that one, the smell of another cat was strong, and two, the floor here was creaky and unsafe. But the mouse was just in her reach, like it was urging her to chase it. She took a step forward, and the mouse ran to the far back of the stables, where the shadows were as thick as blood. Pebble couldn't see a thing, but her smell was working fine, and the mouse was giving her a strong easy to follow aroma.

She reached the back, feeling pretty good about herself for being so brave. The mouse was barley a fox tail away, but Pebble decied to go for it slowly. She took one sep forward, and then another. Beneth her back paws, the wood started to crumble. And Pebble didn't notice untill she was caught off guard and falling into the dark. She sheathed her paws and tried to push herself up, and was glad when one of her claws found a knot hole that she could use. But that was it. With horror, her front paws started to slide as her back end was being pulled down.

Pebble had barely enough time to turn around quickly and to see where the hole led. It was black, but Pebble could faintly see the ground. And it sure did not look inviting. She was going to fall and die, and she herd a low cry and it took her a moment to reilize it was her own.

"Be quiet." A voice from the darkness ordered. And strangly, Pebble obeyed. The scent of a she-cat wrapped around her as the soft pitter patter of paw stepps grew louder. And then, out came a cat from the shadows. Pebble wasn't sure what the cat looked like at all, because she couldn't lift her head to look. And thankfully, a moment later, the cat grabbed her and started pulling upward. And for a split second, they both tetered, almost falling into the darkness together. Pebble closed her eyes, but didn't open even when she was being pulled up.

And then, rather wroghly, she was put on the ground, in a safe spot. She opened her eyes and saw the cat's feet. It was white, but the strangest thing was on one foot...she had eight toes. And then the cat was gone just as quickly as it appeared. Pebble didn't get up, instead, she lay panting on the ground. Her senses came back to her, and she faintly heard Brook, Brackenfur, and Sparrowpelt come into the stables.

"Pebble," Brook breahed in her ear, "Are you okay?" She asked with concern. Pebble grunted and picked herself up off the ground and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She answered. Brackenfur was looking at her, his jaw hanging open.

"What happened?" He sputtered. Pebble shuddered as she turned back to the gaping hole she had fell through. And then, Pebble looked around, confusion edging in her mind.

"Where's the cat?" She asked. Brackenfur looked at her strangly.

"What cat? Who?" He pried. Pebble searched the stable, looking into the shadows.

"The cat that saved me... the cat with eight toes." She answered. Brackenfur looked at her like she had just grown another head.

"Eight toes?" Sparrowpelt snorted, "no cat has eight toes."

"The she-cat that saved me did." Pebble insisted. Brook brushed up agianst her side, her eyes blank.

"Pebble dear, were the only cats in here." Brook cooed gently. Pebble looked at her.

"I know there was another cat in here. She smelled like pine and she appred from the shadows right over there." Pebble explained, pointing to the farthest stable back. Brackenfur sighed, and being very careful to step around the hole checked back there. When he returend, his face showed that he had found nothing.

"Nope, nothing back there. Just an old two-leg blanket. That's it though." He replied.

"We could use that for bedding," Sparrowpelt offered. Brackenfur nodded.

"Good idea. Brook and Sparrowpelt, come and help me." he ordered. The two nodded and followed him. Pebble watched them go, wondering idly if her angle cat would appear to her agin.

They all think I'm crazy. But there really was a cat that helped me, and she did have eight toes. If they just wait, I'm sure she'll show up again...

Hollyleaf

"And then, I found the berry! It was red and beautiful and big and- Hollyleaf? Hollyleaf, are you even listing to me?"

Hollyleaf raised her head, looking into Willowripple's eyes. Hollyleaf and Willowripple were currently sitting on one of the ledges in ThunderClan camp. The rest of their clan mates lounged lazily, enjoying the ever so fragil sunlight. "Hmm Willowripple?" She asked, but then hastily added, "Oh yeah, yeah... you found the big red berry." When her RiverClan friend gave her a slicing look.

"You could atleast be a bit happy for me, or even pretend to listen." Willowripple breathed irritibly. Hollyleaf sighed, and licked a black paw. She, acutually, would rather be doing something else than listing to Willowripple's latest medicine cat tale. She had givien up being a medicine cat long ago, but might have been a bit more interested if she was one now.

"Your nervous." Willowripple observed. Hollyleaf looked down, was it really that noticeable? But she was, and she had good reasons too.

"Yeah," She started hesitantly, drawing out her answer, "But there's a lot things that could go wrong."

Willowripple snorted, "Go wrong? Like what?" She pried. Hollyleaf sighed.

"I dunno, like what if someone from our team gets kicked off? Then we'd be the weakest link! Or what if-" She was cut off by Willowripple's dismissive tail flick.

"You worry too much. I think you should just relax." The gray cat suggested, letting her limbs sprawl out in all directions. Hollyleaf shook her head.

"I don't think I'd be able to. I'm begging to think signing up for this was a bad idea." Hollyleaf mewed, her voice a small whisper. Willowripple chuckled.

"Don't we all?" She asked, opening on eye, but she didn't give her friend time to answer. Instead, she picked herself up, shaking her fur to get rid of the dust, "Would it make you feel better if we were acually doing something?" She asked. Hollyleaf nodded.

The two cats jumped down from the ledge, making their way over to Fireheart, who was giving orders to the rest of their team. He spotted them instantly, urging them over with his tail.

"Right on time, girls." he purred when they joined him. Hollyleaf looked over the other cats, all the cats who would be on her team. There was Smudge, who was looking quite fearful. But behind the fear, there was bright detirmination. Then there was Whitewing, who was looking as calm as a vixen, her long white fur beautifully clean. And then there was... Breezefeather. He looked like he really didn't want to be here. Good, and we don't want you here either. I can't believe I'm stuck with YOU! Hollyleaf thought bitterly. But then again, they would need every cat to win.

"Whitewing, go hunting and bring Smudge with you. Show him the territory," Fireheart instructed. Whitewing nodded, and looked at Smudge, who looked down sheepishly.

"Come on Smudge," Whitewing sighed, "Let's go. Daylight's wasting." And then she and Smudge left, a purr begginging in Smudge's throat. Fireheart gave a chuckled, before looking at Willowripple.

"Willowripple? Medicine cat of RiverClan?" he asked. Hollyleaf watched Willowripple's fur fluff out with embarresment.

"Yes." She giggled. Fireheart gave a wide smile.

"Purrfect." He mewed, "Willowripple- all of Leafpool's medicine herbs should still all be in the cleft, but you'd better check. You might want to restock." He suggested. Hollyleaf's tail dropped. Her friend would have to be stuck doing medicine cat duties, and they couldn't go hunting.

"What about me?" Breezefeather snarled quitely. He looked up into the ginger cat's green eyes. Fireheart held his gaze, searching his pelt with his eyes.

"Something useful." He answered, before turning to Hollyleaf, "Both of you together." He instructed. Hollyleaf held back a groan. Why did she have to be put to do anything with Breezefeather?

"Like what?" Hollyleaf chocked out. Fireheart supressed a sigh.

"I don't know. Go hunting, help Willowripple, spy on a team- just do something." He stressed with a moan. Then, he walked away, his head down, muttering to himself. Hollyleaf looked at Breezefeather.

"Let's help Willowripple?" Hollyleaf suggested hopefully. Breezefeather shook his head.

"No way, you heard Fireheart- he said spy on other teams. We could get some info." He insisted. Hollyleaf was hesitant. Spying was did sound fun, but what if they got caught. But upon looking at the black tom's firm face, she gave in.

"Fine, let's go spy. But if we get caught, I'm holding you personly responsible." She warned. Breezefeather shrugged and rolled the threat off his shoulders with ease.

"Let's get going." Hollyleaf grolwed, and brushed past Breezefeather.

"Excelent..."

It didn't take long before Breezefeather and Hollyleaf were in the forest, the soft springy ground squishing between their toes. Hollyleaf sighed. She was glad she was home, unlike Breezefeather who looked uncomforable as the bushes ticked his pelt.

"Let's go spy on the hosts- find out what our first challenge will be. So we can be ready." He mewed, bouncing up and down with excitement. Hollyleaf snorted, toms!

"Let's just get this done with." Hollyleaf mewed, starting up toward the moonpool. She took the lead for awhile, and it was music to her ears when for once, Breezefeather wasn't saying anything. He was silent for almost the whole treck across the forest, as he tried to avoid big trees and bushes. It wasn't until they were on the wide open moor of WindClan when Breezefeather pulled into perfect step beside her. He grunted, like he was clearing his throat. Hollyleaf looked expectantly at him, waiting for the silence to shatter.

"So, Hollyleaf..." he started uneasily.

"Hhmmm?" She asked, half listing.

"You know, calling you Hollyleaf takes so much effort! Can I just call you Holly?" He asked with a cheeky smile. Hollyleaf rolled her eyes.

"Whatever floats your boat." She answered with a snort.

"Cool- Holly."

Hollyleaf igonored him all the way up to the moonpool. She could hear the hosts talking just down under the ridge. They both looked at each other, silently knowing to keep quiet. And then on mouse feet, they crept forward and down to where a mass of bushes were. They crouched down and looked through the bush. Frostfoot's white pelt was visible between the leaves. They couldn't see Dreamleaf, but she was close because they could hear her talking.

"I think we should order falcon," She mewed, "it's so much more filling than eagle." Dreamleaf argued.

"No way, hawk is tastery, cheaper, eaiser to cook, and most filling! We should order hawk." Frostfoot growled, clearly disagreeing. Hollyleaf sighed. They had come all this way to spy on what food the hosts were going to order? Lame! Beside her Breezefeather was watching it like it was some kind of show.

"I agree with Dreamleaf," He whispered leaning over, "Falcon tastes so much better." He decided. Hollyleaf glared at him, but he was already back to watching the hosts. Breezefeather tried to move to get a better view, but cracked a twig. Hollyleaf flinched and prayed they hadn't heard it. The hosts stopped talking for a second, and Frostfoot's ears perked up.

"You know, we really should be deciding on the next challenge. I think we should make them all eat mouse bile." Frostfoot mewed to Dreamleaf. Hollyleaf heard Dreamleaf answerer, which was louder than before.

"I agree on that!" She mewed. Hollyleaf's stomach did a sumersault. Eat mouse bile? Gross! Hopefully she wouldn't have to do that.

"It would be a shame if anyone were to spy and find out right now." Frostfoot mewed, her voice reaching a higher pitch. Breezefeather looked at her triumphantly, his eyes just screaming JACKPOT!

"I know..." I voice whispered from behind them. Stiffly, Hollyleaf turned to see a pair of glowing blue eyes.

"BOO!" The eyes growled. Breezefeather was quiet for a second before he and Hollyleaf went tearing into the the clearing with fear. Frostfoot was there, laughing and gasping for air.

"Good job Dreamleaf!" She commented as Dreamleaf padded out behind them. Dreamleaf came over to Frostfoot and slapped tails.

"Looks like we caught some rats spying." Dreamleaf rasped dryly, looking down at Hollyleaf. She flinched.

"Great going Holly, I knew spying was stupid." Breezefeather accused bitterly. Hollyleaf glared at him.

"Do your worst, so we can be going back." Hollyleaf urged, breaking away from Dreamleaf's tail which was holding on to her.

"Go back?" Frostfoot mewed, flabergasted, "Oh no. As your punishment, you will be prisoners here until the first challange tomorrow." She mewed and grabbed Breezefeather. Dreamleaf grabbed Hollyleaf. The hosts lead them to a hole and pushed them both down. Hollyleaf was persistant, and rebelled, as she tried not to fall.

"Will you tell our team where we are?" Hollyleaf gasped. Frostfoot shrugged.

"Nah."

And then Hollyleaf went tumbling down the hole. She landed on top of Breezefeather a good number of feet down.

"Let us out you fox dung!" Breezefeather snarled, jumping up but falling back down when his claws found nothing to grab. He tried again, this time taking a bigger leap. But it was no use, and he fell with a harder thud.

"Oh stop it, Breezefeather," Hollyleaf snapped, "It was you who got us into this stupid mess!"

"Cool it Holly, they can't hold us here all night." Breezefeather mewed.

"Oh yes we can!" Dreamleaf giggled from outside of the whole. Hollyleaf sighed and looked around her. The walls were made of stone, except for about three tail lengths from the ground. That was hard packed soil. The hole itself was pretty big, able to hold about a whole team of cats. She was deep in thought when something crashed down beside her. It was a hawk.

"Well I guess the ordered hawk." Breezefeather laughed lightly, as he nudged it with one claw.

"Eat up," Dreamleaf called from the top, "That's the only food you get!" She cackled.

"Well, atleast we can use the feathers for bedding." Hollyleaf mewed, trying to look on the bright side. Breezefeather nodded, already tearing into it and stuffing his face. Hollyleaf watched him, her thoughts swirling in her head.

Stupid Breezefeather, stupid plan, stupid hosts, stupid hole! I wish I had never signed up for this!

Icefrost

Man he's cute, with his honey golden pelt and his warm amber eyes. Sometimes I wish he'd notice me, maybe just a bit more... Then we could someday live happily ever after...

Icefrost watched Lionthorn talking with Leafpool up ahead, their heads close together and deep in conversation. She was so caught up with watching his golden head bob up and down as he laughed that she let a silver fish by her paws.

"Icefrost? Come on! You just let a fish get away!" Heatherheart mewed irritably.

"What?" Icefrost asked looking back at the WindClan cat. She was living in RiverClan territory now, and her, Heatherheart, and Ravenpaw had been assigned by Brambleclaw to go hunting. Lionthorn was helping Leafpool look for herbs.

"You havne't caught a fish yet! I've caught two, and Ravenpaw's caught five!" Heatherheart exploded. Icefrost glared at her. She knew that Heatherheart had once been in love with Lionthorn, but now he hated her. Icefrost wondered idily if she hated him back.

"Icefrost, your drifiting off agian." Heatherheart warned. Icefrost shook her head wildly, trying to get away from the bad thoughts.

"Sorry, I'll try harder." Icefrost apologized. Heatherheart gave a snort.

"You'd better! Because I'll convince Brambleclaw to not let you eat unless you catch a fish!" Heatherheart threatened. And then she walked away, her tail swishing. Iceheart sighed, she never knew Heatherheart was so evil. But she didn't doubt the power she held, so she tried her best to catch a fish.

In the end, she came back empty handed, except for one measly minnow about the size of two of her claws. Not the biggest catch, and she knew that Heatherheart would not be pleased, not at all.

But Heatherheart isn't Brambleclaw, and Brambleclaw is the leader of this group. She remined herself, but she felt fear rise in her stomach as she reached the reeds that enclosed the RiverClan camp

The quiet murmur of cats drifted through the reeds, and the smell of uneaten fish. She sniffed, there was the amazing smell of Lionthorn, the minty smell of Leafpool, the hay like smell of Ravenpaw, and the rabbitish smell of Heatherheart. Icefrost found it strange. The smell of Brambleclaw was very faint, like he hadn't been in the camp for awhile.

She was curiouse, so she padded through the reeds and into the camp, her measly prey in snagged through one of her claws. Her intire team looked at her, and she didn't see Brambleclaw there. But what she did see was Heatherheart's narrowed eyes looking at her.

"Your back, and where's your catch." Heatherheart mewed accusingly. Icefrost sighed and put her catch on the pile.

"Is that all?" Heatherheart asked, a malicouse glint coming to her eyes. Icefrost gulped and nodded. A evil purr rose in Heatherheart's throaght.

"I declare that because Brambleclaw is gone to deliver a message to Frostfoot, and he left me in charge," She mewed and paused letting it sink into Icefrost's head. Oh no, she knew that this would not be good. Not good at all. Heatherheart continued, "That because Icefrost didn't do her fair share to catch a fish, she shouldn't get to eat."

Outraged cries echoed throughout the camp.

"But I tried my hardest, I just learned to catch fish today!" Icefrost objected.

"And there's more than enough fish for everone to have one." Lionthorn pointed out.

"Brambleclaw wouldn't like it if you just let her stave. We might lose tomorrow!" Leafpool fretted nevously.

"We should learn to act like a team!" Ravenpaw cried. Heatherheart hissed, her claws out and shining.

"Are you in charge?" She demanded, and the cries ceased, "No! I didn't think so! And I say Icefrost doesn't get to eat! The rest of you can." She mewed with a dismissive flick of her tail. Ravenpaw shot out to grab a fish, but was stopped when Heatherheart jumped down in front of him and the fish pile.

"Not so fast, Ravenpaw." She stopped him. The black tom bared his teeth at her. Then she turned and batted her eyes at Lionthorn.

"You can have first pick Lionthorn." She mewed sweetly, and giggled. Lionthorn seemed oblivious to her flirty charm and looked at her blankly.

"Uh, thanks?" He mewed, but padded over and picked a medium sized fish. Then he sat down far away from the pile to enjoy it.

Icefrost watched tearfully as everyone but her went and picked a fish. It looked so good it made her mouth water. Soon, everyone was done and there were still two large fish sitting on the pile. Icefrost's stomach growled, and she looked around to see if anybody was looking.

Nobody was...so she darted forward, in an effort to snag a fish. Out of nowhere Heatherheart appeared.

"No fish for you, remeber? You might as well just go to sleep." She snarled. Icefrost felt tears come to her eyes. But she wasn't going to give Heatherheart satisfaction and see her cry. She forced herself to turn around with her pride, and walk away. Not run. She walked over to a thick patch of reeds and searched through them until she found a clearing only big enough for two cats, to lay down. No one would hear her sobs here, and she broke down crying.

The reeds rustled and for a fearful moment, Iceheart thought it was Heatherheart. But her heart leaped when Lionthorn appeared and smiled at her warmly, a fish hanging from his jaws. He dropped the fish at her paws, and sat down beside her.

"Eat up." He whispered hurridly.

"But Heatherheart said..." Icefrost mewed loudly, but was cut off.

"Shhhh! Just eat it. I told Heatherheart I wanted to eat it and she gave it to me. Quickly, before Heatherheart comes." He urged. Iceheart gave him a gratful looked before eating the fish. She was so hungry that it tasted like the best thing in the world. In short time, there was just a mass of fish bones laying at her feet.

"Thanks..." She purred leaning against him. He smiled.

"Don't menchion it. I couldn't stant to see a fellow team mate stave." He purred.

"Why couldn't have your father left you in charge? Why'd he pick her?" Icefrost asked him tearfully. Lionthorn shook his head.

"When he left, only Ravenpaw and Heatherheart were in the clearing. Ravenpaw didn't want to be in charge." he answered. Icefrost felt relife flow through her body.

"Oh good, that makes me feel a bit better." She mewed sleepily.

"Get some rest," Lionthorn mewed, seeing her sleepiness, "I think were going to need it for tomorrow." He advised. Icefrost purred and felt warmth as Lionthorn curled up beside her. But, watching them was a pair of heather colored eyes. Very angry eyes. Icefrost went to sleep with one thought,

I'm winning the battle, hopefully I can fend off Heatherheart enough to become Lionthorn's mate...

Swiftfox

The black and white tom sighed. They were trecking through the murky land that ShadowClan once lived on, with no ShadowClan cat to even guide them. Ashfur had taken the lead, but you could clearly tell that he was getting confused. Although he would have never say it.

The Jayfeather, Sorreltail, and Cinderflank were close by, trying to help him find the camp. Swiftfox and Princess were the only ones that had no clue about anything here.

Princess, being a kittypet that lived back in the forest, had no clue whatsoever about the slightest or easyiest thing about being a warrior. Swiftfox on the other hand, didn't know this land at all because he had only ever lived in the last forest. Born, raised, and murdered by dogs; he thought bitterly.

He didn't know if was a gift or a punishment to be the only StarClan cat- or any cat who had died for that matter- to participate. He remembered the last yesterday clearly, like it had happened yesterday- okay so it did, or rather very late/early this morning. The day where he had been sent back here. Him and Gorsepaw had gotten into some trouble, and Thunderstar and Windstar had decied to send us back to earth. But they didn't tell him that!

Instead, they gave them both warrior names, and it seemed real. Swiftpaw had become Swiftfox and Gorsepaw had become Gorsescar. And then, StarClan gave them a star on their chest to tell all that they had gotten a second chance from StarClan. They had been thrilled, and then Thunderstar had took Swiftfox to a magical beautiful pool and he said that he was going to get a second chance and go back to earth. Swiftfox had thought it was to protect the clan, but stupid him, it was just so he could be in this game!

And the magic or whatever must have run out, because Gorsescar wasn't even on earth with him. Some second chance. He wasn't looking where he was going and suddenly, he was belly deep in muck. Cursing, he pulled himself up and tried to shake some off, but it was already drying. Of course he would get stuck in the most evil land.

He stopped and brushed against a ruff bush, trying to get some of the muck off his fur. He looked down and snarled when he saw his lucky black star was compleatly covered. Remember the star, the one StarClan had given him? Yeah that one...

"Stop wasting time Swiftfox, we need to find the camp before sun down." Ashfur snapped. Swiftfox looked up into the sky, and narrowed his eyes. It was barley even Sun-high, maybe an hour over.

"We still have a lot of time." Swiftfox countered, with a confused tilt of his head.

"Yes, that may very well be," Ashfur answered, "But we don't even know where the camp is.

"Bossy Mudball," Swiftfox muttered to no one in particular.

Well, luckly, the camp was found not to long later. It was a relife for everyone, but Swiftfox thought himself that no one could be happier than Jayfeather. He was blind, and through unfamiliar land must be even harder for him than Swiftfox. Cinderflank was at his side, gently helping into the camp.

Swiftfox padded through the camp and he was instantly hungry as the smell of prey wrapped around him. He swung his head around to find the smell of the food. He laughed. It would be his first real food scence the dog murder. He wondered what it would be like. He wondered alot of things similar to this.

He found the smell. It was a pile of prey, one peice for everyone. Etched in the ground with a shaky claw was "Enjoy, from Russetfur"

He purred. When he was alive, Russetfur was an apprentice. They had sometimes talked and conversed at gatherings. Alot of the senior warriors were apprentices when he was alive, including Ashfur, so he wondered why Ashfur was acting like such a jerk. They were best friends back then...back then seemed to be his excuse for alot of stuff.

Everyone must have noticed that they was food and were gratfully eating it. Swiftfox let them go first, the living cats needed the food more than he did- he already had his chance to live. But to his dismay, they were one peice short. He looked around, trying to see if anybody had stolden an extra peice, but everyone only had one.

He hissed and scraped the ground with his claws angrily. He would let them have first pick, but he needed some food too! He was just fighting with himself about going out to find some food when a he heard a voice behind him.

"Swiftfox? I have a big hare, and I don't think I could finish it. Would you like to share with me?" he voice was hesitant but full of warmth. He turned around to stare into the liquid blue eyes of Cinderflank. He looked down, at sitting at Cinderflank's paws was a strangely big hare. He was quiet for a second.

"Sure..." He remined him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his claw on it. He sighed and pushed it away, it was probally just a cat from generations before him he had met once in StarClan. He was going to share his first food with a beautiful she-cat, a very beautiful she-cat. Any other tom would have been in heaven, but he didn't think of Cinderflank as any thing other than a normal she-cat. Truth be told, his heart was already taken.

It was taken by a she-cat who would never truly love him back, who had loved him before he died...but had moved on after his death. She was beautiful and thinking about her made his heart break in to tiny itty bitty pices. The she-cat that came to him many time in visions when he was dead was Tawnypaw, or Tawnypelt now.

He was gratfull for this land for one reason, it was the place Tawnypelt lived. He could almost smell her scent in the camp, but it was very faint. To faint for his liking.

He sat down by Cinderflank and she took a bite out of the rabbit. Then she shoved it toward him. Her warm body brushed agianst his colder one, a side affect of second chance. They said after six moons it would go way. He took a bite out of the hare, tasting the warm sweet blood of it. A bone crunched under his teeth. He faintly saw Jayfeather watching while he at his vole, his blind eyes digging jaggers into Swiftfox's pelt.

He ignored it, and pushed the hare back. His amber eyes met with Cinderflank's blue ones. Sheepishly, his eyes darted down to her chest. And then he noticed something he didn't think anyone had noticed before. It was a star on her chest.

Although it was faded and farther down, and almost the same color of her fur, it was there and it was clear to Swiftfox's eyes. He nearly choked on his bit of prey. He suddenly reilized who she reminded him of.

"Cinderpelt, your..." He trailed off. Cinderflank looked at him and tiled her head.

"Cinderpelt was the medicine cat before Leafpool right?" She asked, her honysuckle sweet voice confused.

"Yes but your..." He was cut off as a tail was slapped across his mouth. He couldn't see who it was, but he heard who it was.

"Sorry Cinderflank, can I borrow Swiftfox for a second." Jayfeather. Cinderflank shrugged.

"Sure, take your time." She agreed. Jayfeather helped Swiftfox to his paws and led him to a bush. Swiftfox tasted Jayfeather's tail, and it wasn't the best thing ever. When they were under the bush, the tail was removed.

"What the heck was that for!" Swiftfox demanded angrily, and spat out some of Jayfeather's tail fur. Jayfeather turned his blind eyes on him.

"She can't know," He whispered hoarsly, "She dosn't yet..."

"So she is Cinderpelt." Swiftfox gasped and then he started pacing.

"I thought so, she remined me of her so much that I thought I was going bonkers, and they talk the same, and act the same, but then the star made it real..." He mumbled with amazement.

"Wait," Jayfeather stopped him with amazement, "Wait. What 'star'?" He asked. Swiftfox shook his head. Of course only he would notice it.

"You see, anybody who gets a second chance from StarClan get a star on their chest like this..." Swiftfox trailed off when he remembered that Jayfeather was blind. He looked around sheepishly.

"Is your star black?" Jayfeather asked suddenly. Swiftfox chuckled as he nodded.

"Lucky guess?" Swiftfox asked. Jayfeather didn't laugh with him. Instead he looked confused, and he was deep in thought. There was a silence between them and Swiftfox's smile fell from his face.

"What did I say?" Swiftfox asked nervously. Jayfeather shook his head and furred his eyebrows.

"Nothing. It's just...I can SEE your star. And it's... glowing?" He asked with confusion. Swiftfox was dumbfounded.

"You can see my star? Can you see me?" He asked. Jayfeather was quiet for a moment and when he answered, his voice was low and somewhat scared.

"Yes, I can see you clearly, but nothing around you." He answered, his voice shaking. Swiftfox didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say anything. Jayfeather was still looking at him, his eyes flashing with fear.

"Well if Cinderflank is Cinderpelt," Swiftfox started hesitantly, "Then shouldn't we tell her?" Swiftfox asked. Jayfeather's eyes flashed.

"No..." His voice was husky.

"But why?" Swiftfox frowned. Jayfeather sighed and looked around as if to make sure no one was listing.

"Have you ever loved someone?" He asked suddenly. Swiftfox was caught off guard. Thorn sharp pain cut his heart. Tawnypelt...it hurt him that she had gone on with life, after she had promised her love to him.

"Yes, I have." He confessed, choking on his own words. Jayfeather nodded like he already knew.

"And you only want the best for them right?" He continued.

"Yes but..."

"And you'd do anything to make sure no harm comes to them? You'd die for them right?" Jayfeather asked, almost like he was pondering it himself.

"Yeah I guess, but how does this connect?" He asked, making eye contact with the gray cat. Jayfeather held his gaze, not answering. And all of a sudden like a bird it hit him...Jayfeather loved Cinderflank.

"Does she know, that you love her?" Swiftfox asked. The medicine cat's answer sounded painful when he talked.

"No, no she dosen't..." He mewed then his voice became firm, "We will find a way to tell her, and if it hurts her in anyway, I'm holding you responsible. Deal?" He asked. Swiftfox hesitated, but then thought of Tawnypelt.

"Deal."

Frostfoot

"We got some good feedback." Dreamleaf purred to Frostfoot as they waited for the teams to assemble so she could tell them their first challange.

"Agreed." Frostfoot mewed. She sighed and looked back on the tapes they had collected. Little did the teams know, they had installed cameras everywhere to catch everything.

"Team Vole is having some teamwork probs..." Dreamleaf mewed looking at the tape of Graystripe and Onewhisker fighting.

"Pebble is sure that there's another cat in the barn besides her..." Frostfoot mewed, picking up a tape labled 'Pebble's Halutiutions...or not'.

"Cody is having trouble being accepted," Dreamleaf chirrped looking at another video.

"Romeo and Juliet here got into some trouble..." Frostfoot grumbled, looking down at Hollyleaf and Breezefeather who where waiting for their team.

"Heatherheart and Icefrost both want the same hot tom." Dreamleaf mewed, picking up a tape.

"And Swiftfox has found out who Cinderflank really is..." Frostfoot finished. Dreamleaf nodded.

"And if this dosn't get us on the charts, I don't know how were going to make it." Dreamleaf mewed, her voice suddenly tinging with worry.

"Yeah, I just wonder if everyone back home is watching the show..." Frostfoot mewed, thinking of Bloodstreak, Deadroot, Pineneedle, and all her other friends and clanmates. (A/N: Want to find out who those cats are? Check out The Frostfoot Stories)

"I'd sure hope so." Dreamleaf sighed, "It's weird to think that Rockclaw could be watching me right now..." She mewed fondly, thinking of her mate. Frostfoot and Dreamleaf shared a moment of silence, thinking of the toms they all held dear.

"There's team Squirrel." Dreamleaf inturppted after a while. Frostfoot looked down from the boulder she was sitting on. Indeed, Squirrel Team had arrived. Hollyleaf and Breezefeather were being flanked by their team and being talked sternly to by Fireheart. Frostfoot purred. It was so much fun being a reality TV show host.

The rest of the teams followed, and after a half an hour later, all 32 some cats were sitting below Frostfoot and Dreamleaf. They were sitting apart from each other, like a ridget wall seperated the teams. And inside those walls were smaller walls of tension building.

"I think you'd all like to know what the first challange is, right?" He asked. Murmures of agreement floated from the teams. Frostfoot hesitated, letting the suspension get higher and higher as the teams became more fearful.

"In this challange, you'll need all your strength and stamina. Your first challange... is to run around the lake... twice." Frostfoot mewed, a smile curling on her lips. The cats below her let out scared whimpers or moans.

"But not each, luckily. If you look at this map," Frostfoot mewed and Dreamleaf rolled out a large boulder with a map of the lake. And around that map was colored dots, "You see these dots? There are seven of them. The first lap will inlude three cats, and the second four cats. The blue dots are areas three one cat from each team will start from for the first lap. Same goes for the red dots. Now obiously there are seven dots, and six of you. So each team will need to pick their best and strongest player to start here and then go on to the other starting spot. So you see, you'll only need to run about a quarter of the lake. Last team to finish loses, and the first team to finish wins. Any questions?" Frostfoot finished. The clearing was dead silent.

"Good, now you have one hour to plan and get to your stations before were going to start. And it starts...now!" Frostfoot mewed and watched the teams start to plan. And Frostfoot knew it was time to sit back, relax and let the games begin...

Mistyfoot

"Okay, so who should go twice?" Mistyfoot asked. Her team mates didn't answer. She looked at Mothwing helplessly. Mothwing nodded and looked at Onewhisker.

"Maybe you should Onewhisker, because it seemes you got the most sleep." She suggested. Mistyfoot smiled, he had. He hadn't woken up scence the time he went to bed after the fight, and it had took the whole team to wake him this morning. He should be the one to go twice. He shrugged.

"Whatever...as long as we win." He agreed. Mistyfoot smiled.

"Thank you, and I'm sure we have a pretty good chance of winning this challange." She assured him. Berrynose shurgged.

"We have the same chance as anyone." He pointed out. Onewhisker glared at him, and Berrynose shrunk away from his gaze.

"Can I start out the second lap?" Mothwing asked Mistyfoot. Mistyfoot didn't know if she should answer. She looked at Graystripe. His eyes seemed to say, 'do what you think you should'. Mistyfoot felt pride rising in her chest. She had become the unoffical leader of this team.

"Sure. And Onewhisker, you have to start out the first lap and go to the last position of the second lap." She insurcted. Onewhisker shrugged, agian.

That left four cats left to place. Herself, Graystripe, Millie, and Berrynose. She looked at Berrynose and Millie. They deserved to run a shorter distance.

"Millie and Berrynose, you will fill in the other spots on the four cat course. Graystripe and I will run with Onewhisker on the three cat course, everyone fine with that?" She asked. Everyone seemed okay with their position, and Mistyfoot really felt like they may have a chance to win. It would sure help them, maybe strengthen the bond and cause less fighting. And if they lost... Well, Mistyfoot didn't even want to go there!

She was content as her team started to break up and head to their spots. Mistyfoot waited until all of her team was all heading their seperate directions. She looked at the sky, and reilized that the teams didn't have much time until the event would be starting. She closed her eyes. Where was she supposed to go again?

She didn't want to go and ask Frostfoot, but she couldn't remember. She just knew that she would be tagged by Onewhisker. Maybe if she quickly wandered, she would find where everyone else for that group would be waiting.

She found the starting line where Onewhisker was chatting with Crowfeather, and that's when she heard Frostfoot call out "10 minuets!" And she knew that she would have to wonder faster. Much faster.

She started running, skirting the side of the lake. She spotted a group of cats, not to far away from the stream that led up to the moonpool. Sweet relife tinged her mind as when she heard Frosfoot call out the 5 minuet till race mark. She padded over to the lake, and lapped at the water.

It was icy cold, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the water flow through her body. When she was satisfied, she turned to hear Frostfoot's faint voice explaining something to the starter cats. Mistyfoot breathed deeply, and looked at the cats around her. Surprisingly, there was the threesome Jayfeather, Lionthorn, and Hollyleaf there with their mother Squirrelflight and Mistyfoot's once loyal clan mate, Stormfur.

She padded over to Stormfur and laied her tail on his shoulder.

"Mistyfoot!" He exclaimed, "It's good to see you again." He purred.

"You too," Mistyfoot agreed. She let her gaze wonder over to the younger cats, particulary Jayfeather who was flicking his tail and laughing, something he rarly did.

"What you lookin at?" Stormfur asked, following her gaze.

"I wonder how a blind cat can run a race." Mistyfoot iquired lightly. Stormfur nodded faintly, looking at Jayfeather as well.

"I would expect it would be hard, but I'm not blind. And then agian, your forgetting who were talking about." He answered, letting a purr escape his pursed lips. Mistyfoot sighed.

"I suppose your right.... All I can say is that Squirrelflight must be very proud of him." Mistyfoot mewed. Stormfur didn't answer, instead he looked deep in thought. He opened his mouth to answer but just then Squirrelflight appeared on the other side of Stormfur.

"What you two talking about?" She asked. Mistyfoot smiled warmly.

"Just how proud you must be of your children." Mistyfoot answered. Sqiurrelflight now wore the same expression of Stormfur.

"Because your their mother." She urged. Squirrelflight narrowed her eyes to slits at the deputy.

"Of course, you don't have to remind me," She snapped then exchanged glances with Stormfur, "I am very proud of my.... children." She answered. But her answer was hesitant. Mistyfoot decied to drop it, but she did think they were acting funny. Dreamleaf skid to a stop by them. The black cat gasped.

"Why aren't you all getting ready!" She gasped, "The cats are coming!"

Mistyfoot didn't need further urging to get ready. Her mind switched over to just focusing on running. Already she could hear the heavily beating of the cats coming. Then she saw them, just dots that gradually morphed into cats, with Onewhisker closly tailing Crowfeather, who was in the lead. She crouched, facing the opposite way, waiting for Onewhisker to brush her. Then she would be off.

Beside her, Squirrelflight was crouthed too, a look of triumph on her face like her team had already won the prize. Though luck, because Mistyfoot knew it would take more than one lead to win. And she knew that that team's weakness was Cody, the kitty pet.

She heard the low panting of Onewhisker, gaining on the end spot. He brushed Mistyfoot slightly, but Mistyfoot felt it well enough. And like a rocket, she was off. The land and the scene around her were mere blurs, her feet pounding the grass. She ran fast, faster than she had ever run-and she liked it. She found it enjoying and once she found herself wondering if she should have been raised in WindClan?

Squirrelflight was close behind her, her ginger fur barley visible in Mistfoot's side vision. Mistyfoot didn't stop, but didn't try going any faster. The lake around her flashed and sparkled, twinkiling in the unusally hot sun. After a while of running, her feet became sore and scraped, and she was more than happy when she saw Graystripe's gray striped pelt on the horizan.

She put on a burst of speed, leaving Squirrelflight farther behind. Graystripe's eyes became light when he saw her and she jumped and brushed against his shoulder. The feel of his fur against her own made a shiver coarse through her viens. Graystripe ran off, leaving Mistyfoot panting and out of breath.

As he left, a odd thought crossed her mind. And that was how handsome and strong he looked when he was running. But it barley stayed and a second later when Squirrelflight tagged her team mate, the thought was gone. The only thing that was running in Mistyfoot's mind now was that she had helped her team. Graystripe was ahead, and hopefully it would keep- and they would win.

Cody

"You'll never make it- were going to lose, all because of you..."

That sentance was in Cody's mind, and it hurt. More so because Crowfeather had said it. That tom was strong and handsome and sometimes a bit unclear about his feelings, but why she was his enemy was all to clear. Because she was a kittypet.

Maybe if she had been born in WindClan, or any other clan he wouldn't have been like... well Cody couldn't even put words together to answer that statement. Truth be told, she somehow admired him and such. And well, she figured it must be hard to be the only tom so frankly- he had a lot of anger for she-cats. But then she remembered how kind he had been to Squirrelflight.

Squirrelflight...Her name made her ears burn red and her body filled with anger. She promised that she would stick up for her! Or be her friend, but she just let Crowfeather and that skunk bag Tawnypelt diss her so called friend. That would be Cody.

But that wall all in the past, was Cody's own words to help her. What mattered was what she was going to do in the future. The future? Near future was that she was going to help her team and show them. Far future was hopefully win the respect of her team mates... but that was just impossible at the moment.

"Hey you!" A sharp mew made Cody turn her head questioningly. A black she cat with spikey fur was standing behind her.

"Me?" Cody chocked. The black cat gave an irritated lash of her tail.

"No, Tigerstar," She mewed sarcastically, "Yes you!"

Cody sighed, "What is it?" She asked.

"I haven't seen you around? What are you. A loner or maybe a Rouge- or are you part of BloodClan and you lost your collar?" She asked almost supisoulsy. Cody sighed, would it never stop?

"No- i'm none of those things." She answered coolly. The black cat narrowed her eyes.

"You're not a clan cat are you?" Cody shook her head. The black cat thought for a moment, "Your a kittypet- right?"

Cody didn't want to answer, but the black cat was wating.

"Yes," Cody mewed rather hesitantly picking each word out carefully, "Yes I am a kittypet."

"A kittypet..." The cat trailed off. Cody braced herself, wondering idly if this black cat and Crowfeather were related in any way. She waited for the burn and stinging of taunting and laughing, but it never came she opened her eyes to see the black cat staring at her, an unreadable look in her eyes.

"You know, my mother was a kittypet- but my father grew up in WindClan." The cat whispered quietly. Cody was suprised at the gesture.

"Really?" Cody asked and then extened her tail, "I'm Cody."

"Nightcloud." The cat answered.

"Good to find another cat that dosen't hate me. Crowfeather won't even talk to me- nor will any other of my team mates." Cody answered, slightly relived at finding Nightcloud. Nightcloud's eyes darkened with sadness and misery when Cody mewed 'Crowfeater'.

"Crowfeather is on your team?" She choked out painfully. Cody nodded.

"Yeah, but he's being a real fox about me being on his team. Why? Does he hate you because your mother is a kitty pet?" She asked. Nightcloud shook her head.

"No... I haven't told him- I haven't told anyone. Your the first cat. I just thought that you would understand." She answered.

"Oh, I do. I really wish I hadn't told them I was a kittypet. I should have told my team I was a loner or rouge." Cody answered bitterly, narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah..."

Cody and Nightcloud didn't talk for the longest time, just watching the clouds roll past her as the day ticked by slowly. It wasn't long until there was a faint rumbling easing over the horizan south. Her team and every one elses.

Suddenly, rear filled her stomach and she didn't know what do do. For a quick second, doubt clouded and she was convining herself that she would lose the race for her team- and then...

She didn't want to think about it, because she knew what would happen. She would be forced off the team without having a chance to do either of her future goals. And that would hurt. She could only imagine her teammates reactions. Crowfeather's disaproving eyes filled deep with hate for someone he barley even knew. Tawnypelt's taunting eyes, reminding her that she couldn't do it. Squirrelflight's sorry eyes, as she voted her off and Crowfeather's tail wrapped around her neck gracefully. Poppyfrost's dissapointed eyes when she saw they hadn't won, and Cherrytail's calm eyes betraying nothing. It played out right in front of her like she had skipped ahead to the future. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"You okay, Cody?" Asked Nightcloud as Cody started breathing loudly. Cody stopped her breath and held it.

"Just fine..." She chocked out through clenched teeth.

"Scared of losing?" Nightcloud asked as they took their places. Cody didn't want to let down her guard and show how scared she was, but Nightcloud was friendly- she was the only real friend she had met since Leafpool, and that was almost well too long ago.

"Yeah, just a bit. I mean I am only a kittypet." She answered back, under her breath. Nightcloud shook her head.

"Your not just a kittypet, your here on this team right? You're still alive right? Your not just a kittypet!" Nightcloud insisted with a snarl. Cody weighed what Nightcloud had just said, and it was all true. She could name a few kittypets back home who would be fleeing back with their tail between their legs by now.

"Thanks Nightcloud, it really helps." She breathed back as she heard the cats coming up on her quicker now. Cody wanted to look behind her but she couldn't. Nightcloud on the other hand, did.

"Oh crap!" Nightcloud hissed angrily under her breath, "I can't even see Brook! But Tawnypelt is coming up fast!" She warned Cody. Cody braced herself, waiting for Tawnypelt to lightly brush her...and then she would fail- miserably.

She heard Tawnypelt and suddenly her muscles longed to run. It was an unusual feeling, but she strangly liked it. It felt like the warrior inside of her was coming out, claw it's way to Cody's mind. She wasn't just a kittypet- put much more than that- she was a forest cat.

"Want me to trip Mothwing- Graystripe is coming fast. It would slow her down." Nightcloud offered. Cody nodded gratefully. Nightcloud put out her paw, not so that it was obious, but far enough out that it would be easy to flash it out and trip the golden medicine cat.

Cody looked behind her to see Tawnypelt. The forest cat inside her roared with anticipation. Cody expected Tawnypelt to brush her, but the multi-colored cat's impact made Cody stumbled and trip over her own paws. Behind her Tawnypelt snicked evily.

"Were on the same team!" Cody yowled at her. She felt like ranking her claws across the she-cats face and wipe the grin off. But she had to run.

"Sorry." Tawnypelt sneered. Cody groaned, she didn't have time for this! She stared running. It was hard at first, but gradually she gained speed. And it was fun. She was flying, the warrior insider of her tearing the grass beneth her paws as she ran. It wanted to go faster, and it wanted to win almost as much as Cody did. It took a while, but soon the spot where Poppyfrost was waiting was coming into view.

She wanted to jump, soar, and laugh but she stifled her joy until she felt the warm body of Poppyfrost brush against hers.

"Good job, you were great!" Poppyfrost complimented in her ear before she was off. Hopefully to Cherrytail who would go to Crowfeather and maybe they could end up in third. She gasped for air, and to her dismay the warrior inside of her started to vanish. She wanted it desperatly to stay- but it faded. The urge to run going with it. Her legs buckled under her and she weakly rolled over on her back like a dying fish. The sky was streaked with fluffy white clouds that rolled lazily across the jay blue sky.

It wasn't long after Poppyfrost had left that the other cats started tagging, but it was a long enough time span that Poppyfrost was well likely almost at Cherrytail. She could win. But there was always the chance that someone may fall, or something else unpredictable and tragic.

Nightcloud plopped down next to her somewhat longer than everybody else.

"Stupid Brook." She snarled, "The tribe cat got a thorn stuck in her foot and limped the whole way."

"Oh well, you beat two cats." Cody pointed out. Nightcloud was stewing quietly.

"So...I'm gunna need more than skills if my team is to make it to the last round. I'm going to need a alligance." She mewed, and her amber eyes met Cody's blue ones.

"Me?" She gaseped.

"Sure," Nightcloud mewed, "I can take you with me to the end. I promise. No lie." She held out her tail to shake it. Cody wanted to, maybe if she had a friend it wouldn't be so bad. But what if she was lying? Well that was a chance she'd just have to take. She curled her tail with Nightcloud's and shook.

"Deal."

Pebble

Anxousy clawed Pebble's stomach like a thorn. The cats around her were unfamiliar and carried a strange scent. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on each cat. First there was a plump black and white tom that smelled like rotting food and fake water. Definatly the word that Brook had explained to her...a kittypet. There was a longhaired cream tom that looked like he had smelled something bad. And Pebble didn't blame him, the kittypet's stench was revolting. But not half as bad as some of the ShadowClan cats she had smelled- thank her ancestors that none were standing with her.

And after there was a jumpy young totie cat that had wide amber eyes. She carried the smell of the wind, but not like the rabbit like smell that WindClan carried- more so like the smell of birds. This cat seemed most like her, but Pebble didn't quite know where she came from. And the last two were a pretty tabby she-cat and another torti- just a few moons younger than the first. They both came from ThunderClan.

Pebble felt weird. The ThunderClan cats were all talking and laughing and the kittypet soon joined them. Pebble knew that out of all the clans; ThunderClan was the most friendly, but they all looked older and wiser. They were sorta indimadating. The only cat left was the young torite that smelled like Pebble. She looked older too, but she looked welcoming.

Hesitantly, Pebble padded foward to meet the eyes of the cat. Her amber eyes lit up and her laugh was like the tinkling of bells.

"Hi there." She mewed warmly, "You don't have to be afraid of me." She mewed.

"Of course not." Pebble mewed sheepishly, ducking her head. The cat laughed and shook her head.

"So young..." She laughed. Pebble felt her skin grow red under her fur. She started to turn away but the cat stopped her.

"Oh stop, I didn't mean it that way." She apologized, "I'm Cherrytail."

"Pebble..." Pebble mewed quietly. Cherrytail purred.

"What." Pebble demanded irritably.

"Is there a tabby named Sparrowpelt on your team." She asked. An image of the handsome tabby flashed in her mind. Sparrowpelt...that was him. Although Brook had kindly introuduced, it had gone through one ear and came out the other.

"Yes, but what's it to you." Pebble mumbled.

"A lot he's my brother." She answered back calmly. Pebble suddenly felt sorry she opened her mouth.

"I'm so sorry-" She started but Cherrytail stopped her again with a single lash of her tail. Cherrytail didn't seem ofended in the least, and her happy go lucky personalitly was still set in stone.

"None taken, I can only understand how this must be- a new place. I was lucky enough that my brother was picked with me. Were so far from home..." She trailed off, and a sigh escaped her face.

"Um, just out of curiosity where exactly is your home? I don't mean to be rude- it's just your scent is..." She narrowed her eyes not sure what word to use.

"Strange?" Cherrytail finished for Pebble.

"More like, er unfamiliar." Pebble mumbled. Cherrytail shrugged her tawny shoulders.

"Either way, we get that a lot- Sparrowpelt and I speaking." She mewed like she was used to it.

"I mean, I can only be curious..."

"Of course, I would expect nothing less." She breathed, closing her eyes. Pebble cocked her head ever so slightly, confusion bubbling in her mind. This cat was odd, jumping around on subjects.

"Back to the question, I'm from SkyClan- a clan the opposite direction from here- I would have never crossed paths with your tribe if not that we were put together here. We live in rocks- and prey on the birds much like you do. The wind is harsh and somtimes more or less pleasing, and I come from the place that Dreamleaf comes from." She answered, in more depth and detail than really needed.

"Oh... I see." She murmured.

"A bit much, but that should cover just about all you questions." She mewed cheerfully.

"Um, yeah. Pretty much."

"So how fast are you?" Cherrytail asked suddenly, practically jumping up and down with excitement. Pebble was taken off guard.

"Um, excuse me?" She asked.

"How fast are you... because your going to need to be really fast for this challenge." Cherrytail repeated her entusiasum growing with each word.

"I haven't really ever tried to see." Pebble answered quietly. And she was right, she wasn't trained to be fast; or she hadn't been taught at the very least.

"Well I guess we'll find out, now won't we." Cherrytail pointed out. Pebble shrugged.

"It must be fun being the only apprentice in the entire game!" Cherrytail mewed, putting her tail on Pebble's shoulder. Pebble shrugged it off before stalking a few paw steps foward. She clawed the ground angrily, narrowing her eyes.

"Try intimatading, mortifying, and over all horribe." She spat sourly. Cherrytail finally had nothing encouraging to say- or any thing at that matter. She was quiet, her amber eyes wide with confusion and a bit of intrest. Pebble didn't turn back around, she didn't really want to. Instead she stared at the lump of grass in her claws. And then back down at the lumpy dirt that the grass once grew in. She cursed silently, she was the only apprentice and it just wasn't fair.

Her and Lionthorn were the same age, maybe she was even older and yet just so he could be on the game he was givin a warrior name. Pebble desereved one every bit as much as he did, but suddenly it wasn't as important to Frostfoot because Pebble didn't believe in StarClan.

And she hadn't even gotten to the bad part yet, and she just couldn't fit words how she felt. She remeberered how nice LionPAW used to be to her, so kind and everything. But now he didn't even bother talking to her. It could have been because she was on a different team, or because he didn't have time. But Pebble didn't see it that way, the only reason she could muster would be because he was a warrior and she wasn't. Because she was suddenly less in his eyes. And she remembered a time when she thought she was in love with the tom, but now- she really didn't know.

"The cats, their coming!" Cherrytail mewed, breaking her train of thought. Cherrytail bounced up and down, her eyes shining with growing anticipation. She turned around and got down into a weird posistion, her fur fluffed out. She was ready to run. But Pebble wasn't putting two and two together to understand what Cherrytail meant. Suddenly, a flash of many colors blocked Pebble's view of Cherrytail. And then, the hyper-active cat was gone.

Pebble was suddenly aware of three things. The first was that she reilized, that she was the youngest and had the farthest to run. The second was that Sparrowpelt's sweet scent suddenly wrapped around her, making her mind spin. And the third was that cats all around her were rocketing off.

She felt the impact as Sparrowpelt brushed her fur, and she wasn't able to move. His fur was warm and thick and Sparrowpelt colapsed on the ground with a thud.

"Run, Pebble- go." He wheezed as he took deep breaths. And something came together in her head, and she started running. She was very slow, and soon she felt like her lungs would bust. She wished she could give up, just give up... but she kept going. She had the strength, although from a point of view she looked like a lopsided badger. Not flattering.

She saw Brackenfur's eagery waiting eyes, as the sky became streaked with what looked like blood. Like a claw had scraped the sky, making it bleed orange and red.

Pebble just told herself when she felt she could go no more, just keep going- Brackenfur is so close! She put on a burst of speed, the last of her engery to make it. Just as she felt so good about her self, she stopped being careful and looking what was in front of her.

She didn't notice the mouse that succuried out of the way, or the frog that she almost squashed. And she certantly didn't notice a looped root sticking out of the ground, waiting for her like hungrily waiting jaws.

Her paw slipped under the root perfectly and she tripped, stumbling and rolling to Brackenfur. The world was a blur, and she couldn't see. But she felt everything. A stick in her flank, wet dirt sticking to her fur, and just barly brushing Brackenfur. He ran off, leaving Pebble dizzy.

She felt a sharp stab in her head and a bit of blood dripped down her face. She sniffed, smelling the metal/wet smell of blood. It made her mind numb and she wanted to gag. She felt her world spin, and just like that- she fainted, falling to the ground as a wave of black lapped and flooded her eyes.

Holly

"I can't believe it." Fireheart fumed quietly, as he stalked back and forth angrily. His tail lashed and his eyes shone bright with fury. He turned suddenly on the two black cats cowering under him. Hollyleaf felt fear suddenly fill her and she shook. Beside her Breezefeather was not quite as fearful. He stood up bravely.

"What was going through your heads, when you took that stupid move! Breezefeather, I know that you inherited almost all of your father; even the bad- but your mentor should have taught your right." Fireheart growled, and this time Hollyleaf saw Breezefeather give the slightest flinch. And just when she thought that he couldn't get anymore frighting, the ginger tom turned to Hollyleaf. His eyes lost some of the fury, and was replaced by cold dissapointment.

"And Hollyleaf," he whispered, "my only-granddaugter. I have never been so, so- well I can't even put words to it." He gasped. Hollyleaf felt guilt fill her stomach, and she lowered her head. And for some reason, pushed instinctivly up against Breezefeather.

"I'm sorry Fireheart." She whispered, feeling her eyes water.

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" He snapped, "You had your team in a mad worry all night, just to find out you two lovebirds-" He was cut off by a angry flick of his tail.

"Lovebirds! If you think that were in some kind love than you've got it all wrong!" Hollytail hissed, her fur spiking with fur. She didn't notice Breezefeather's eyes flash, and he didn't back her up.

"Whatever!" Fireheart growled, "I don't even know what to do with you!"

"Hey, well you might have thought that before you instructed us to spy." Breezefeather pointed out. Fireheart turned to him, his gaze curious.

"When I told you to spy, I was being sarcastic. I never thought that you would be mouse-brained enough to actually do it." Fireheart mewed, his voice no longer angry, just a bit bemused.

"Well Holly and I just didn't think that it would be, or turn out like this." He mewed calmly. Hollyleaf suddered as she remembered the previous night.

The hold had been freezing, and the only warmth was the few feathers that they had plucked carefully from the bird. The bird had filled her up just a bit, but she had still gone to bed with a growling stomach. The dirt under he was wet from a previous rainfall, and stuck to her fur. In fact, she still could feel the choppy brown soil on her stomach. And like she had remembered, air was frosty and cold. And strangly during the night, she remembered a black warm body snuggled up against hers just when she was falling asleep.

She didn't know if she liked the memory of Breezefeather next to her, but she wansn't too eager to get stuck in a hole with that cat again. And didn't even want to get started on the whole 'Holly' nick-name thing...

"I know I was irrisponsible, but it won't happen again if you put us two together again." Hollyleaf promised. Fireheart looked over the two, his eyes scanning her face.

"Fine, you two won't be put together again. Put I don't want any of this to happen ever agin!" He agreed. Breezefeather narrowed his eyes, but didn't protest.

"Now, I guess you can see the rest of your team again." Fireheart mumbled, and stepped out of the way to reveal a path to Whitewing, Smudge, and Willowripple.

Hollyleaf ran directly to Willowripple. She pressed her pelt up against her best friend.

"Oh Hollyleaf we were all so worried! Before Fireheart talked to you, Frostfoot told us everything." She whispered and pressed harder agianst Hollyleaf.

"I know, I'm so sorry!" Hollyleaf answered. Willowripple pulled away, a joking grin in her clear blue eyes.

"So what was spending a whole night with a tom like, especailly Breezefeather." She asked. Hollyleaf groaned.

"As if, he's just a bit pain a times." Hollyleaf moaned, shivering at the thought of ever liking the black warrior.

"Just saying, you never know."

"Ugg, I don't ever think that I could ever fall for a tom." Hollyleaf answered. Willowripple's expression suddenly changed.

"You should be gratefull you could ever fall in love- I can't because I'm a medicine cat." Willowripple hissed suddenly. Hollyleaf looked at her, and cocked her head.

"Since when have you ever been interested in toms?" She snorted. Willowripple narrowed her eye.

"Maybe you just have never noticed." She sniffed, sticking her chin out. She sheathed her claws and scraped at the ground. Hollyleaf sighed, fighting with her best friend was on the 'never want to do' list, probally at the very top.

"Okay, fine. But what tom do you like then, anyways?" She asked, a sudden urge of curiosity in her head.

"I'll tell you later." Willowripple promised. Hollyleaf swung her head around to see Fireheart urging them over with his tail. Willowripple bounded over, probally quite glad to get rid of Hollyleaf's questions. Hollyleaf followed less entusiastically.

"Let's figure out where everyone should go. As soon as I tell you, you can go there." Fireheart instucted. Hollyleaf sighed, she knew that she would be in a group with no one to talk to. 'Cause that was just her luck. Some luck...

"Ah, Hollyleaf. You don't mind going to the second stop- where I will tag you?" Fireheart asked her. Hollyleaf narrowed her eyes, but nodded.

"Sure- if you think my effort would work best there." She answered. Fireheart cokced his head.

"Yes. I do."

Hollyleaf nodded and sighed, looking at Willowripple. Willowripple gave her a glance, emotionless.

"Why are you still here?" Fireheart asked her after a moment. Hollyleaf jumped at his voice.

"N-no reason, Fireheart." She studdered, "I'll get going right now." Fireheart nodded with satifaction.

"Good... just what I like to hear." He answered. So she wouldn't get in trouble again, Hollyleaf started running-her feet flying over the ground.

It was pretty easy to find where she was supposed to be because the smell of Dreamleaf was thick there. She ran down to the tiny clearing, glad to see some familar faces. There was her mother Squirrelflight, casually chatting with Stormfur. Stormfur's mucles rippled under his pelt like he was laughing at something. A smell of RiverClan caught on the wind stopped Hollyleaf. She turned around to see the tiny figure of Mistyfoot on a hill. She could tell the other two cats were here, but she couldn't see them.

She breathed deeply two very familar smells on the wind. There was Jayfeather and Lionthorn. She felt her heart thump and she flew down the hill to meet her brothers.

"Jayfeather, Lionthorn!" She called to them gleefully. They came into view, and swivled their heads around to her high pitched voice. Both of their faces lit up when they saw their sister.

She reached them and pressed against them, and they flanked her.

"Hollyleaf, how weird that we all ended up here." Lionthorn chuckled. She nodded.

"Agreed. But it's weird to be apart from you guys." She mewed longingly. Jayfeather broke away and nodded.

"I know..." He mewed with a shake of his head, "It's just not the same."

"Hmmm..." Lionthorn purred. Hollyleaf snapped her head around.

"So Lionthorn, what's your team like?" She asked him. Lionblaze narrowed his eyes, and glared at her.

"Not so good?" Jayfeather asked. He shook his head.

"It's okay, not horrible. I mean, I have Brambleclaw and Leafpool with me, and then there's Ravenpaw." He stopped abrubtly, and a hiss came from his throat. His fur stood up on end.

"And who else?" Hollyleaf prompted.

"Heatherheart! I got stuck with Heatherheart! She's all hostile and mean and everything because I rejected her! And she seems to be taking her anger out on Icefrost! It makes me so mad!" He exploded. Jayfeather laughed.

"Falling for Icefrost are we?" He asked. Lionthorn cooled down.

"No, I just think that's it awful mean to take her break-up anger out on such a young cat." He answered nervously, "And how's your team Jayfeather?" He asked quickly changing the subject.

"Okay, just like yours. It does have it's up and downs. We have Sorreltail, who dosn't do much. And then Princess, who dosn't know the first thing about being a warrior, Ashfur who's okay- just sorta grumpy, Swiftfox who came back from the dead and he's acually okay, and then there's Cinderflank..." He trailed off, a rather dreamly look coming to his eyes.

"Cinderflank as in our Cinderflank?" Hollyleaf gasped. Jayfeather nodded.

"And you tease me about being in love with Icefrost," Lionthorn laughed and then quickly added, "Which I'm not! So this is the mysterious she-cat you've been padding after..." He mused quietly.

"You knew he was in love?" Hollyleaf asked, cocking her head.

"Toms tell each other stuff like this." Lionthorn answered curtly.

"And not your sister?" Hollyleaf asked.

"Your a she-cat, you'd go running to every she-cat around the lake telling them I liked someone." Jayfeather answered like it was something everyone knew.

"I would not," She growled and then a playful look came to her eyes, "Only all ThunderClan she-cats."

The three laughed, the anger in Hollyleaf's eyes forgotten. She was perfectly happy until Jayfeather opened his mouth.

"So you and Breezefeater, huh?" He asked. Hollyleaf narrowed her eyes.

"No, not at all!" She growled a angry fire blazing in her eyes. Jayfeather was not burned.

"Really, that's too bad." He answered quietly.

"That's too bad? What do you know!" She demanded.

"Reading minds can help sometimes." He answered with a shrug.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW!"

"Okay, chill! Once when I got near him, accidently, I read his mind. There wasn't much, but he thinks very fondly of you." Jayfeather answered.

"Fondly? Like he likes me?" Hollyleaf asked, trying not to let a bit of happiness shone through the fire.

"I never said that, and he never thought it directly. So I can't be sure." Jayfeather answered.

"Could you try to find out?" Hollyleaf asked.

"This is Jayfeather we're taking about, of course he can find out." Lionthorn answered. Jayfeather ignored the comment with a lash of his tail.

"I could try, the best way would be to ask if he likes anyone, and then see what his mind says." Jayfeather answered, no longer answering Hollyleaf's question, but rater it was like he was already starting to plan different ideas in his head.

"Told ya." Lionthorn answered.

"Hey, the cats are coming." Hollyleaf answered to stop the questioning.

She was very happy when she actually saw cats coming, because she had just made that up.

She got down, her legs aching to run. And with no annoying brothers to stop her thoughts, Jayfeather was too caught up in thinking how he would find out that he wasn't paying attention, she thought over the conversation.

What will happen if Breezefeather does like me? I can't like him back. It's impossible! Right?

Icefrost

Icefrost sighed as Lionthorn touched his nose to hers, for the quickest second, before padding away.

I miss you already, Icefrost thought with a moan. She flinched as Heatherheart's scent curled around her like a chocking hand. Trying her hardest to turn to the cat without ripping her throat out, she held her breath and dug her claws into the soil. The tabby cat was sitting on a bolder above Icefrost. She was admiring her claws as they made light when the sun hit them.

"He's just taking sypathy on you, you know?" Heatherheart cackled with a unsympathetic snicker.

"Maybe, maybe not." Icefrost grumpled. Heatherheart rolled her eyes.

"Right, your just a little apprentice to him." Heatherheart sneered.

"Oh yeah, I don't see him..." She cut off, almost saying 'sneaking food to you'. But she remembered that Heatherheart wasn't supposed to know about that.

"See him what?" Heatherheart urged without enthusiasam.

"Uh, talking to you a lot?" Icefrost answered lamly. Heatherheart snorted. Then she jumped down, her purple eyes glaring angrily. She towered over Icefrost, and Heatherheart stalked up to her so that Icefrost cowered under her.

"Listen you little bug." Heatherheart snarled, "I don't know or really care how much you adore Lionthorn- but he's mine." Icefrost's fur bristled and she felt rage filling her body.

"Who says! I don't see your name plastered on his pelt!" Icefrost retorted. Heatherheart wasn't affected.

"Maybe not, but everybody knows it." She answered matter-o-factully.

"Who's everybody? Your mind wiped clones?"

"No, anybody with eyes can see how much he likes me, and that he just feels sorry for you." She answered.

"He does not! Can you read minds? Can you see what's inside his head?" Icefrost yowled.

"No-" Heatherheart was cut off with an angry lash of Icefrost's tail.

"No! I didn't think so!"

"What right do you have, can you?" Heatherheart asked.

"I might know someone who can!" Icefrost meowed angrily. She thought of Jayfeather. She knew she wasn't supposed to tell anyone; Hollyleaf had sworn her to secrecy. But it had slipped out...

"No cat can read minds, you liar." Heatherheart accused. Icefrost didn't answer. She didn't know weather to be happy she didn't believe her, or to be mad she dare call her a liar. She decided just to be glad. Heatherheart sneered, her lips curling over her teeth with satifaction.

"Liar! You lie about everything. Like how cats can read minds, how much you and my Lionthorn are in love, and how he hates me." Heatherheart rambled on, listing all the lies that Icefrost had ever told. Most of them were lies, but just the thought that Heatherheart was like an angle compared to her, made her angry. I low growl came from her throat.

"I'm not a liar." She whispered cutting off Heatherheart. Her eyes blazed with blue fire and she felt like clawing at Heatherheart, make her feel the pain Icefrost felt every time Lionthorn flirted back with her.

"Sure you are. And just to inform you, if you don't know- Lionthorn and I used to be so deeply in love that even a river of blood couldn't seperate us. We decided to take a break, but now our love can be renewed. Nothing changed. He still loves me just as much as I love him. We will be together, he will never leave me..." Heatherheart trailed off, her purple eyes wide, wild, and faraway. She looked scared, like she was even starting to doubt her own words. Icefrost suddenly felt sorry for her, still thinking that her dream tom was still deeply in love with her. When she knew, that he wasn't.

"What are you doing!" Brambleclaw's voice broke through Icefrost thoughts. He ran over, his eyes cold.

"Are you two going to stand here gossiping all day, or go to your places!" He demanded sternly. Heatherheart immidatly came back, her voice sweet and as thick as honey.

"I'm so sorry Brambleclaw. I was trying, but Icefrost here, " She started throwing a meanicing glare at the white cat, "Was trying to make me late and sabatoge our team. I'm so sorry." She fibbed in her sweetest voice. Brambleclaw looked at her hard for a moment, like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. Icefrost couldn't read much from his face, but she could detect that he wasn't buying Heatherheart's story.

"It's true Brambleclaw, I swear to StarClan!" Heatherheart mewed, seeing the disbelief on his face too.

"Well maybe, Heatherheart." He mewed, "But frankly, I don't care who did what. I just want to see you going to your places. The compition is starting in less than five minuets." He mewed, his voice even.

"Okay Brambleclaw," Icefrost mewed.

"Yes, of course Brambleclaw. I don't want to be a cat that disobeys orders." Heatherheart mewed in her fakey voice, shooting Icefrost a stern look. For a fear filled second, Icefrost was sure she knew that Lionthorn had given her food. But she swept it away in a flurry of dust. She couldn't have. It wasn't possible.

"Okay, Heatherheart just get to your spot." Brambleclaw growled, seeing through Heatheheart's mask and getting ticked off. He turned to Icefrost, "You too." Icefrost nodded and started off to her station.

As she walked, she thought. She wished desperatly that her brother Foxdew, was with her. She told her brother everything. And she meant everything! Things that usually girls told girls and boys told boys. Never once was one bored to hear each other's stories. She told him all about her boy problems, and he told her all his girl problems. They gave each other advice, and never told a soul what they told each other. There wasn't any barriers between them. They were never an apprentice and a warrior (she became a warrior first), a tom and a she-cat, or even the figher (Foxdew) and hunter (Icefrost). She was Icefrost and he was Foxdew-and that was it. Their freindship could have come from a lot, but the reason they decided on was that their older siblings didn't ever talk to them, and their parents were usually busy with something or other. They were all each other had.

She felt tears spring to her eyes. Heatherheart was such a jerk!

When she reached her spot, an uneasy feeling washed over her. All the cats were cats she couldn't really talk to. She had never felt so alone. So, with a depressed sigh, she went and sat under a birch tree. She watched the cats laugh and converse. She started feeling sleepy. Although she had slept next to Lionthorn she had been keep awake by Heatherheat's dark, evil eyes watching her.

She was just about to drift into a uneasy sleep when a cry rippled from the gathered cats. She jerked her head op, accidently hitting her head on a low branch. With a moan, she stumbled over.

"What's going on?" She mumbled to the closet cat, which happened to be Graystripe.

"We have to get in our position, were going to get tagged soon." He answered, his tail twitching with eagerness. Icefrost really didn't know what he meant by getting tagged, it sounded a bit painful. But all the same she got into a line next to Graystripe. She soon reilized what being 'tagged' meant. Mistyfoot came flying past Icefrost and brushing against Graystripe with enough force to knock him down. Then she collapsed on the ground next to Icefrost, breathing heavily.

Icefrost smelled Lionthorn as soon as he came into view. It made her insides turn, and she blushed. Lionthorn touched her, although only for the quickest second, it was enough to send her stomach into a flurry of butterflies.

She dashed away, determined to make him proud. But for some reason, her legs did not want to work with her mind. Her legs were reluctant to run like she was used to. Instead they were all tense and locked, probabily from Lionthorn. She shook her head.

This is unhealthy for me to be so in love! I wish sometimes that he would like me back, that could make things so much eaiser.

Swiftfox

Swiftfox's feet ran on the ground, his breath coming out in short gasps. He had to make sure he was the first one there- so that he could talk to Tawnypelt when she came. He missed her terribly, and the bitter pain in his heart would not be healed again until Tawnypelt loved him. As soon as Ashfur had given out directions, he had tried to run- but Ashfur had stopped him.

"Wait, Swiftfox." He had said. Swiftfox remembed the fury building inside of him.

"Why? You've been a total jerk to me!" Swiftfox had spat back with vemon. Ashfur had looked the sligtest bit hurt, and for a second, Swiftfox wanted to say sorry. But he didn't.

"I know I have!" Ashfur answered glumly, "And I'm not being a very good friend."

"That's sure right." Swiftfox snorted. 'Not a very good friend' was putting it mildly. He had totally ignored Swiftfox the whole time, and had snapped at him whenever he had spoke to him.

"I know, I know." Ashfur sighed, and then looked Swiftfox directly in the eye, "And I want to make it up." He answered. Swiftfox had been wary, and he looked over Ashfur for any sign of bluffing. But his offer was sincere and Swiftfox really did miss those old days when they had been best friends.

"Okay, If you're really sure..." He had started hesitantly. Ashfur had cut him off with a flick of his tail.

"I really do!" He inisted, "What can I do to make it up to you?" He questioned. Swiftfox thought it over for a moment, his mind whirling with possibilites. There were a few, some very evil ones. And then there were others that wern't so bad, and then there were the nice ones. Swiftfox decided to go with a good nice one. He didn't want to ruin this new-found truce.

"You could start by giving me an explanation." Swiftfox answered. Ashfur creased his forhead in concentration.

"I could have known you would ask that..." He murmured quietly. He seemed to be thinking.

"I...You know....You and me..." He tried to start a few times before quickly shaking his head. "No- ugg!" He murmured once.

"Yes?" Swiftfox urged. Ashfur looked at him, just a quick glance.

"You know, It's hard to tell when this all started. And it's hard even to start telling you, for once I don't know what to answer." Ashfur murmured hoarsly.

"Okay, then start from the very beggining- perhaps when I died?" Swiftfox suggested. Ashfur shook his head gulitly.

"No- it started much before that!" He answered quietly.

"Huh?"

"Just let me explain!" He begged. So Swiftfox sat back on his haunches to listen to his oldest friend's explanation.

"Well, I'm sure you remembered when we made a pact to find love for each other? Well after I found Tawnypelt for you, you seemed to ignore me more and more. I just thought that you needed time and you would fullfill your promise eventually. But then, you died. You don't know how torn up I was. I might have acted tough, but I was in shatters. You were my best friend, and I didn't know what I would do without you. Once I asked Cinderpelt, pouring out everything. Even the fact that you and Tawnypelt were in love. She never scolded me for helping you in an forbidden love, and only listened. And then she told me that sometimes I might see you in my dreams, and I was going to ask you for help for finding love for me. But you never came. One day, Tawnypelt came around begging me to let her see your grave. I let her, she was in hysterics. Crying and blubbering- she really loved you. After she gave a vigil for you, she thanked me and told me that you sometimes walked in her dreams. This hurt- you would go and see her and sometimes even Brightheart, but never me. Seasons went past, and you never helped me. I don't know what you were doing- or what you thought, but i couldn't grasp a love. Once I had tried to like Squirrelflight, Firestar's daughter. And I think I really loved her. For awhile I thought it was you helping me, but then she left me for that scumbag Brambleclaw. That's when I knew, that you had nothing to do with it. So when you came back, I didn't think I would ever land in the same team as you. I was mad that after all that time, you still hadn't helped me fall in love. So I was ignoring you. That's when I saw you in ShadowClan camp, watching Jayfeather and Cinderflank, and I reilized how hard this must be for you. To be in the place where Tawnypelt lived, and to smell her happiness as she no longer loved you- but instead fell for Rowanclaw. That's when I decided to make up with you." Ashfur finished.

Swiftfox hadn't known what to say. Now that he knew the whole story, he felt very sorry.

"Oh, Ashfur! I had no idea." he gasped. Ashfur smiled weakly.

"I know."

"I didn't think you'd want help from a dead cat! And whenever I tried to reach you, for some reason, your mind was blocking me out. And I was trying to help you with Squirrelflight. My strength just wasn't strong enough to make her like you. I should have known that her desitny was already tied to Brambleclaw. But I had to try..." Swiftfox trailed off, remembering how hard he'd tried and how many times that Spottedleaf had warned him that he shouldn't try.

"I have to go." Swiftfox whispered, suddenly remembering Tawnypelt.

"Wait why?" Ashfur demanded.

"To see Tawnypelt." He whispered. Ashfur nodded with understanding.

"Of course, but promise me you'll help me find love." He asked.

"Don't worry, I promise."

And that had brought Swiftfox right up to about now, on his way to confront the one he truly loved. When he reached his spot, there was a faint smell on the horizan. The smell of another cat. He cursed himself silently, wishing that he could go back in time to make the make up quicker.

"Oh well, one cat won't hurt." He mewed silently to himeself. He sniffed harder, trying to pick up the cat's scent. Of course he wouldn't be able to tell which cat it was, but he could figure out what clan he was from.

THe scent reached his nose, and he stopped dead. Tawnypelt was in the clearing.

On unsteady legs, he stumbled blindly over to where a gentle hill was. He collapsed just barley on top, and peeked over. He saw Tawnypet, her beautiful fur flowing out behind her. She was sitting down, her eyes closed. The wind was blowing toward Swiftfox so he caught her scent carried on the breeze.

Suddenly, Tawnypelt's eyes snapped open. For a fear filled second, Swiftfox thought she had caught his scent. But she didn't. Instead, she turned around and got down into a crouch. He watched with deep intrest.

Suddenly, she pounced and Swiftfox caught the slightest smell of vole. She was hunting. Then she padded over to a tangle of ferns, and went under them. Intruiged, Swiftfox padded foward carefully to the ferns. He wasn't planning to go in, or even to let Tawnypelt know he was there. He was afraid. What if she totally rejected him?

Caught up in thought, his paw accidently tread on a twig, snapping it.

"Who's there?" He heard Tawnypelt's voice come through the fern. He grimanced. He had heard it.

"Better now than never." He told himself quietly. And then, he padded into the ferns.

It took his eyes a second to adjust to the dim light. When his eyes did adjust, he saw Tawnypelt. She was gaping at him.

"Hi Tawnypelt." He murmured. Tawnypelt gasped and then shook her head wildy.

"I'm just seeing things!" She murmured to herself, "He's not standing there." She gasped.

"What's wrong?" He asked suddenly, "Tawnypelt?" He asked.

"How do you know my name?" She asked feafully. Swiftfox felt desperation fill his stomach. She didn't reconize him, and she was afraid...

"Don't you remember me?" He asked, hurt edging in his voice.

"Swiftpaw?" Tawnypelt chocked out. Swiftfox let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it' me." He answered.

"No, it can't be." Tawnypelt argued. Swiftfox looked at her.

"But it is." He mewed lightly.

"It's not though! Your dead!" She argued, and Swiftfox caught a tiny tear roll down her cheek.

"I used to be." He answered. Then he took a step closer to her. She scotted back agaist the wall.

"Don't come near me!" She warned, "Your dead and for some reason I'm in a crazy dream." She murmured. Swiftfox's heart stopped. She didn't believe he was real.

"But it's not a dream, Tawnypelt. StarClan gave me a second chance. And I still love you." He mewed quietly. Tawnypelt looked at him, her face torn.

"Swiftfox? Really, it's you?" She asked. He nodded.

"I don't know if I believe your alive again." She told him. Suddenly an idea struck him. He held out his paw to her.

"Touch my paw. If I'm a StarClan cat, you won't be able to feel it. You can feel a live cat's paws. And you can feel the blood beneth my pad." He mewed. Tawnypelt looked from his paw, to his hopeful face. Hesitantly she reached her paw out to touch his. Her paw hovered for a moment before coming down on his. Shock came to her face.

"Oh, Swiftpaw! You really are back. I don't know what to say..." She mewed.

"Say you still love me, please." He begged. Tawnypelt looked at him, her face full of pain.

"I do, but I love Rowanclaw to." She mewed. Swiftfox felt his heart shatter.

"Oh," He mewed trying not to sound to dissapointed. Tawnypelt let out a soothing purr. She pushed herself against his pelt.

"I thought you were gone forever. I didn't ever think I could be so blessed to have you back." She whispered.

"Neither could I." Swiftfox agreed, pushing his nose into her fur. A scent caught his nose. He pulled away.

"We'd better go out there. Some more cats are here." He mewed. Tawnypelt nodded. She was in the door way, when she turned back.

"We'll figure out a way to do this Swiftpaw." She promised him. Swiftfox nodded.

"I know, and it's Swiftfox now." He mewed. Tawnypelt nodded.

"Swiftfox..."

Frostfoot

"First challenge, complete sucsuss!" Frostfoot mewed happily to the teams gathered below her. A cheer rose from the crowd. Frostfoot beamed.

"We already know who won and who lost and all the places in between- but first you need to vote who should go. I can tell you this- team Frog- you'd better watch out." She hinted ever so slightly.

"Your team can discuss who you want to vote off. Of course, everyone will vote so you don't have to go with you team." Dreamleaf remined. And then she flicked her tail for the teams to begin.

"Okay, Dreamleaf, " Frostfoot mewed, "Let's have a bet. We each pick one cat from each them we think that will get voted off and why. If the cat that gets voted off is one that we picked, whoever picked them gets 10 points. Who ever has the most points by the end of the game wins the title of "MOST AWESOME SHOW HOST"! You up to it?" She asked. Dreamleaf nodded entusiastically.

"Totally!" She mewed.

"Okay, team Frog first." Dreamleaf suggested. Frostfoot thought for a moment. She looked over at the stack of videos from the race. One labed "Slow Princess' caught her eye.

"Princess, because she's a kittypet and she was the last cat in her round to finish. That must have hurt her team." Frostfoot decided.

"Good choice, but I think Sorreltail because she first fell alsleep during the race, and then fell in the lake." Dreamleaf mewed.

"Now team Squirrel. I think Smudge because he's a kittypet and fat." Frostfoot mewed. Dreamleaf was ready.

"I think Whitewing because she's really kind of obsessed with Smudge and was distracted during the race. And for team Fish, I think Heatherheart because she's mean."

"Why Heatherheart?" Frostfoot whined, "What fun is a game show without the evil bossy cat?" Dreamleaf sighed.

"True...then I change mine to, " Dreamleaf paused for a moment, "Ravenpaw. He's not even a warrior. He's still technially an apprentice."

"Okay, then I choose Brambleclaw. I've just never prefered him." Frostfoot mewed with a snarl.

"Oh, good reasoning." Dreamleaf mewed sarcastically. Frostfoot ignored her.

"What about team bird? I think...Stormfur. He almost lost the race for her team." Frostfoot mewed. Dreamleaf shook her head.

"No Brook did. That's why I think Brook will get voted off."

"Fine, and for team Rabbit I think Cherrytail. She's just to happy and preppy for my liking." Frostfoot made a face when she said Cherrytail.

"Nuh, uh! Poppyfrost will. That cat like has no emotion." Dreamleaf mewed.

"And for the last team, Millie. Because she's a kittypet." Frostfoot mewed. Dreamleaf glared at her.

"Do you have something agaisnt kittypets? Because you every kittypet you think is going to leave. And your reason is 'she's a kittypet'." Dreamleaf demanded. Frostfoot shrugged.

"Really, I didn't notice." She mewed. Dreamleaf sighed.

"I pick Onewhisker because he has a nasty temper." Dreamleaf mewed, giving a shudder. Frostfoot smiled, she was o going to win the title. Dreamleaf turned back and then faced Frostfoot.

"Hey Frosty, I think all the cats are done voting. We should tell them who won." She suggested. Frostfoot nodded.

"Of course." She padded forward and gave a yowl and the cats below her fell silent.

"Thanks, now before I tell you who won and everything. Let me explain to you the prizes. They will most always be the same. First place prize is immunity for one cat on your team, another team mate from the cats on our waiting list, and 100% points for one cat on your team. For second place prize is another team member from our waiting list and 100% points for one cat on your team. And third place prize is 100% points for your team. Awesome prizes...huh?" Frostfoot mewed. Yowls sounded. Frostfoot quieted them with a flick of her tail.

"For third place the team that won is...Team Bird!" Team Bird went into a fit of happiness. Dreamleaf glared at them and they stopped. "Second Place is...Team Vole. You should thank Mistyfoot for the great lead!" Team Vole cheered while Mistyfoot blushed. "Now, to make it more suspensefull; I'm not going announce next the winner. Instead, fourth place is Squirrel and 5th place is Team Fish." Frostfoot watched their reaction. It was slight joy for not being last, and dissapointment for not winning. ;

"Team Rabbit and Team Frog; One team will win and the other will lose. Now do you want to know who won or who lost?" Frostfoot asked. It seemed half wanted to hear the team that lost.

"Oh, well. I'm going to tell you who one!" Frostfoot mewed. She loved this job. She looked over the teams. Both looked so nervous they might lose their fur. "Congradualtions, Team Rabbit! You've won this round. And you owe your thanks to Cody- who gave the biggest lead to win!" Frostfoot mewed. She looked at Cody, who was about to faint but was helped by Sqiurrelflight. Then she looked at a very depressed team Frog.

"I'm sorry team frog- You've lost this round. But although you lost, it doen't mean someone from from your team is going home. Just it likely." Dreamleaf mewed. Frostfoot purred.

"Okay, give us some time to count up the votes and then we will announce what cat is going home and what cats Team Bird and Team Rabbit get as their new player. See You next time on Total Warriors ACTION!"

YAY! I"M DONE! AFTER A MONTH OF WRITING AND WORKING MY BUTT OFF, I HAVE THE FIRST CHAPTER DONE! Now is a lot of stuff for you to do to participate. First off, how'd you like it. I know it's long but that's good- right? Don't answer that unless you really want to. You have a big job. Lots of stuff to decide. First off, to check the progress of the story and see who one if you need to check quickly, my profile will hopefully have it all up soon. Next, you can help decide what cat you want voted off. Like I said in the first chapter, it dosen't have to be a cat from the losing team. It could be any cat. You can only vote once though, please. Now, you can help me decide who you want to go to team Rabbit as their new player. Here are the choices.

1. Scornge

2. Sandstorm

3. Spottedleaf

4. Tigerstar

5. Brightheart

6. Hawkfrost

7. Yellowfang

8. Cloudtail

9. Birchfall

(Please tell me which one)

Next On the list is who do you think Willowripple should like? The Choices

1. Onewhisker

2. Brackenfur

3. Ashfur

4. Brambleclaw

5. Other (tell me which one, has to be in game)

Okay, now who do you think Swiftfox should help Ashfur with? The Choices

1. Whitewing

2. Millie

3. Cherrytail

4. Poppyfrost

5. Other (tell me who, has to be in the game)

Okay, Last One. Which POV did you like the best? The Choices

1. Mistyfoot

2. Hollyleaf

3. Icefrost

4. Swiftfox

5. Cody

6. Pebble

And that's it! Hope you liked the first chapter. You can do #s 1, 2, and 3. If you don't know what that is- go to the first explantion page. I need reviews!

Frosty!!!!