Alright, here's the first chapter! Thanks to all those who reviewed. This is going to be a good story, I can tell. But it depends all on what you think, so enjoy!

Sandypaw woke to see bright morning sunlight streaming through the apprentices den. She sat up, stretched, and looked around. Most of the apprentices were already up. She scrambled out of the den and padded over to the fresh-kill pile. Her stomach growled as she approached, and she made to grab a juicy looking vole.

Before she could even touch it, a black paw reached out and grabbed the vole. Sandypaw looked up to see a black tom staring smugly at her.

"Give me back my vole, Ravenpaw," Sandypaw growled at the black cat. Ravenpaw grinned. "It's not your vole," he meowed. "You didn't even touch it."

Sandypaw rolled her eyes and reached for a mouse, but Ravenpaw grabbed it and placed a paw on top of it. Sandypaw glared at him. "Give that back, it's mine!" she snarled. Ravenpaw stood up, his fur brisling. "You're not going to eat anything here, Half-Clan!" Sandypaw unsheathed her claws and flattened her ears on the side of her head. Ravenpaw noticed this, and his grin grew wider. "Why don't you run back to CloudClan, Sandypaw?" he taunted. "After all, they usually take in unloyal cats, don't they? You'd fit perfectly there."

"Are you saying I'm not loyal?" Sandypaw growled, taking a step towards him. Ravenpaw smirked. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Sandypaw pounced on him. He did not even try to fight back. Instead, he made to avoid her attacks. Sandypaw could hear a faint voice, but she did not care. If Ravenpaw doubted her loyalty, then he would get his eyes scratched out! What would he think of her loyalty then?

Sandypaw lunged at him again, but something stopped her. She turned to see her father, Talltooth, holding onto her scruff, while Willowheart, Ravenpaw's mentor, was bending down next to his apprentice, who gave a moan of pain. Then Ravenpaw caught Sandypaw's eye and grinned wickedly. Realization hit Sandypaw. Ravenpaw was faking! He was not hurt at all, he just wanted to see Sandypaw get in trouble.

This angered Sandypaw even more, and she tried to free herself of her father's grip, but he held on tight. As he did so, Willowheart stood up, his blue eyes blazing. "Why did you attack my apprentice?" he demanded. Sandypaw did not answer, but she stopped struggling against her father and wondered what would happen to her. She had just attacked a clanmate! Would she be sentenced life in exile? Sandypaw prayed to StarClan that she wouldn't.

She heard Willowheart say, "She's vicious, just what I would expect of a Half-Clan, don't you agree?" A few cats murmered in agreement. Sandypaw fell to the ground as Talltooth released her. "She is also my daughter," he meowed to the gray tom. Willowheart's tail twitched. "She may be your daughter, but why did she attack my apprentice?" Talltooth sighed and meowed, "Why don't we let Oakstar ask her these questions?"

"Oakstar is not here," meowed a deep voice. A dark ginger tom came up to Willowheart and stared steadily at him. "What did you say, Flamefur?" Willowheart snarled. "Oakstar is not here," Flamefur repeated. "He is leading a patrol. But if you wish, I will ask Sandypaw of why she attacked your apprentice."

Sandypaw's heart lifted. If Oakstar had been interrogating her, he would have most likely listened to the word of a fellow warrior rather than a Half-Clan. But Flamefur was different. He would give her a chance to explain what had happened. She didn't hear a word anyone said until Talltooth yelled, "Sandypaw!"

Sandypaw looked up at her father, who sighed and said, "I was just asking you if you want to tell Flamefur what happened." Sandypaw nodded and stood up to follow Flamefur, who was walking away. She was expecting them to go into the warriors den, and was surprised when Flamefur veered towards Oakstar's den. "I want to ask you what happened privately, and the warriors den is quite crowded right now," Flamefur meowed as he saw Sandypaw's questioning look. "T-Thanks," Sandypaw said, startled that Flamefur was showing such genorosity, quite unlike the other cats.

As they approached the huge cave under the HighBoulder, Sandypaw felt her paws tingle in excitement. She had never been in the leader's den before, and she zoomed ahead eagerly. But then she remembered that Flamefur was the deputy, and that he ought to go first. She stepped aside as he passed, then went in.

Sandypaw gazed at her surroundings, her mouth hanging open. She had never imagined that there could ever be anything as wonderful as this den. There was a little pool in one corner, just like the elders den, and there was a small pile of fresh-kill in another corner that the apprentices had gathered for their leader. The ground in the den was soft underfoot, and the stone walls prevented harsh weather from entering.

Sandypaw sat down on a soft pile of moss, still awestruck. Flamefur noticed this and chuckled. "Yes, it is a nice den, isn't it? But now, back to what we came here for. Why did you attack Ravenpaw?"

Sandypaw stared at her paws, trying hard to look anywhere other than Flamefur's face. "He provoked me," she answered quietly. "He called me a Half-Clan and said I wasn't loyal." Sandypaw finally looked up at Flamefur and saw sympathy in his eyes. It was common knowledge that Sandypaw's mother, Tanfeather, had originally come from CloudClan. Though it was against the warrior code, Tanfeather had fallen in love with the young FireClan tom, Talltooth. Their love had remained a secret until a CloudClan warrior had caught Tanfeather meeting up with Talltooth. The CloudClan leader, Rockstar, had made Tanfeather a rogue after being informed, and, free to do what she wanted, went to FireClan and had kits with Talltooth. The kits weren't exactly Half-Clan, since Tanfeather was a warrior of FireClan at the time of their birth, but they still had relatives in CloudClan, which was all some cats needed to start taunting Sandypaw about her heritage.

It was a moment before Flamefur answered. "I see," he meowed finally. "I will talk to Willowheart about this."

"It won't make any difference," Sandypaw mewed bitterly. "I bet he'll agree with Ravenpaw." Flamefur shook his head and murmered something Sandypaw couldn't hear. Then he stood up and said simply, "I trust you, Sandypaw. And I'll make sure Willowheart talks to his apprentice. Ravenpaw will have to have a punishment since he provoked you into attacking him. Now, go to Webclaw and get something for those scratches. That one looks really bad." He flicked his tail at a deep gouge in Sandypaw's flank, where one of Ravenpaw's claws had caught in her skin. Sandypaw looked up at Flamefur and mewed her thanks. Flamefur gave a little nod and left Sandypaw alone in the den.

Sandypaw got to her paws and stretched. She felt a sharp pain in her flank, and turned her head around to see a blood coming out of the wound. She decided she had better get up to Webclaw's den quick, before the bleeding became worse. Sandypaw walked out of the small cave and headed for Webclaw's den.

Sandypaw winced as Webclaw's apprentice, Graypaw, pressed some cobwebs onto her flank wound. Graypaw looked at her with concern. "Oh, Sandypaw," she sighed. "Why do you get yourself into these messes? I really care about you, you know." Sandypaw smiled her first true smile of the day at Graypaw's words. Graypaw was one of her best friends, along with Flamefur and Bloodpaw. Sandypaw was thankful that at least she had a few friends in FireClan, and for the fact that not everyone made fun of her.

Sandypaw was shaken out of her thoughts as Webclaw appeared and studied the way Graypaw put the cobwebs on Sandypaw's flank. "That's very nice, Graypaw," he commented. "You catch on quickly. But I'll take over from here." Graypaw nodded and went to the back of the den.

With Graypaw out of earshot, Sandypaw was free to tell Webclaw what was on her mind. She turned to the white tom and meowed, "Webclaw, I need to talk to you. It's about-" Sandypaw could not bring herself to say the word. Webclaw nodded in understanding and sat down, still pressing the cobwebs on her wound. Sandypaw mewed, "You know how most of the cats here tease me about my Half-Clan heritage? Well, they tease me, but they don't say anything about it to you, or-or Sorrelwing, or Witherclaw, or Furrypaw. It's always me!" Sandypaw's tail twitched. "You're my brother, and the other three are Tanfeather's kits also ," she continued. "So why is it that you're not called unloyal or Half-Clan, like I am?"

Webclaw shook his head and sighed. "I couldn't imagine anyone yelling insults at me," he meowed. "I'm the medicine cat. They respect me. Now, Sorrelwing, Witherclaw, and Furrypaw have all done something that makes the Clan respect them. The rest of the cats just haven't seen you show anything to prove your loyalty to FireClan."

Sandypaw stared at him for a moment, trying to take in what he had just told her. "So you're saying," she said thoughtfully. "That if I do something to show my loyalty, I won't be teased anymore?" Webclaw shrugged. "Perhaps. Try it and see. I think you can go now," he added. "The wound has stopped bleeding. Oh, and stay clear of Ravenpaw!" he yowled as Sandypaw got up to leave. She nodded, not quite sure if staying away from Ravenpaw would help things a bit, but she would take her brother's word for it.

After she got out of the den, she saw some cats glancing in her direction and muttering under their breath. It seemed as though word had traveled around the camp about Sandypaw's attack on Ravenpaw. Sandypaw stared ahead of her, trying to ignore the other cat's whispering.

As she passed by the elders den, Sandypaw had the satisfaction of seeing Ravenpaw trying to take out the ticks of Halfear, looking deeply disgusted. Sandypaw snorted. This must be Ravenpaw's punishment.After lingering for a moment, she stepped away and headed towards the apprentices den.

As she passed the fresh-kill pile, someone stopped her. She whirled around and saw a white she-cat with ice-blue eyes sitting only a tail-length away from her. "Sandypaw," the white cat meowed. "Snowyfeather," Sandypaw meowed cooly. Snowyfeather was one of the many cats that teased her about her heritage, but Sandypaw always tried hard not to retort to her insults, since Snowyfeather was Flamefur's mate.

"That was some fight you put up," Snowyfeather continued. "For a Half-Clan anyway." Sandypaw bristled slightly, but didn't respond. Brushing past Snowyfeather, Sandypaw made her way back to the apprentice den. A ginger to with gray and white flecks stood waiting for her. "Hi, Bloodpaw," she said glumly. Bloodpaw looked over at Snowyfeather. "What did she say?" he asked. Sandypaw sighed. "Same as usual. That I'm a little Half-Clan." She paused. "You know what, Bloodpaw. I'm sick and tired of being called unloyal. I'm going to prove that I am loyal, that being a Half-Clan cat doesn't mean that you're untrustworthy."

Bloodpaw scrambled to his paws. "And I'll help you," he promised. Sandypaw looked over at him, surprised. "What? Are you sure, Bloodpaw?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Bloodpaw meowed, giving Sandypaw a friendly nudge. "That's what friends are for, aren't they?"

"I'll help you too." Both Sandypaw and Bloodpaw turned to see Graypaw staring at them, leaning against the walls of the apprentice den. "Were you listening to every word we said?" Bloodpaw asked. Graypaw rolled her eyes. "I thought that was obvious. Anyways, I was just passing by and I overheard you two talking. The point is, I want to help you, Sandypaw."

"Thanks, Graypaw," Sandypaw meowed. She felt much better about this idea now that she had her friend's support. But she didn't exactly know how to show the Clan that she was loyal. "We'll see what we can do tomorrow," Sandypaw meowed, trying hard not to show her uncertainty. Both Graypaw and Bloodpaw nodded. Graypaw said good-bye and went back to the medicine den. Bloodpaw entered the apprentice den and gestured for Sandypaw to follow. She glanced at the medicine den, sighed, and padded inside the den.

She flopped onto her nest. She heard felt Bloodpaw lay down beside her and meowed good night. Bloodpaw purred and curled up in his nest. Sandypaw watched him fall asleep, but she wasn't ready to close her eyes just yet. She pondered over what Webclaw had said, and stared at nothing in particular. Then she glanced outside. The warriors of StarClan were just appearing up in the night sky, their light shining through the trees. Their presence brought Sandypaw reasurrance that everything would be alright, and she felt herself nod off to sleep.

That's one of my favorite chapters! Don't you hate Ravenpaw, though? If you don't see anything wrong with him, I suggest you go see a doctor, because I certainly see something wrong with him. He's a bully. And he'll get worse, too. Okay, in the next chapter, Sandypaw will try to do something to show her loyalty. I won't tell anymore. Just review!