These chapters always look so much longer then they actually are when writting them. Hm. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but here i schapter 3 of Rewritten!

Into the Clan

Rusty stared blankly at the floor of the twoleg nest. Night had fallen a while ago, but the kittypet couldn't seem to fall asleep. So much had happened that day-Tigerstar, the Tigerstar, offered him, a kittypet, into Thunderclan. But one certain cat insisted that the ginger tabby stay at his twoleg nest and let the Thunderclan leader think the decision over.

Spottedleaf.

She was alive.

His escorts home had been Whitestorm and Longtail and they filled him in on the important details. There had been an attack on Thunderclan, just like before, but Tigerclaw had saved the she-cat's life by killing Clawface. It appeared as though she might have had feelings for the tom, but Spottedleaf strictly followed the code and had always put it before her feelings.

Surprisingly, Longtail hadn't been at all how he'd expected-in fact, the tom was as friendly as Whitestorm. Things were going to have to take some getting used to.

The odd, ticking twoleg thing chimed it's hourly ring and Rusty shifted uncomfortably in his makeshift bedding. It was no moss, that was certain. But just when he was begging to think he was never fall asleep, a black tide washed over him and he fell into deep slumber.

Rusty awoke to find himself surrounded by trees-just like the old forest. A small pool sat tail lengths away and on the other side was a familiar blue-gray she-cat.

"Bluestar!" he cried happily, racing towards the water's edge. "Am I glad to see you."

But the leader showed no sign at all that she was glad to see her former apprentice.

"Why did you come here?" she growled.

"'Why did I come here'? I thought Starclan sent dreams, not cats chose to show up in them."

"Bluestar, do not be angry," came another voice. "I'm the one that brought him here."

"He's not welcome here, Leafpool, as you know very well," the Thunderclan leader hissed as a brown tabby she-cat sat down beside her. "Why do you insist on bringing him here?"

But the newcomer ignored her and stared intently on Rusty. "Hello... father."

"Hello," he said smiling warmly. He had not seen his daughter since she died saving Jayfeather, one of her sons, from a monster he could not see coming at him. She and Crowfeather's newest kits had been sent to Windclan to live with their father on his orders.

"You didn't anwser me," Bluestar said, tail lashing.

"Firestar has as much right to be here as you or me," Leafpool retorted. "He needs our guidence more then ever now."

"I know you're just doing this because you care, but I'm really fine. Tigerstar's welcomed me into the clan and he didn't seem like he was going to change his mind."

"And why, exactly, would Tigerstar except you, a kittypet, into the clan without a second thought?" Bluestar's eyes were dark as she got to her paws. She began pacing back and forth along the water's edge, her eyes glued to the tom. "Tigerstar is a lying, decieving tom that works alone. If you don't think he had a plan when he let you join, I don't think you paid very good attention when he was living."

"What do you mean?" he asked. But the two she-cat's shapes were beginning to fade.

"Good-bye, father!" his daughter called before he was forced into a world of utter darkness.

"Welcome back, kittypet slime."

Rusty was greeted with a group of familiar faces. Darkstripe, obviously, was at the head of the group, with Graystripe and Dustpelt behind him. The two tabbys ovbiously were tying not to growl in frustration. But the third, Graystripe, his best friend and partner since the ginger tom's apprenticeship, surprised him beyond belief.

Graystripe had been the one to hiss those four words. Rusty had not seen his frie-er, former friend-when he first entered the camp or even when he departed.

"Graystripe, what's wrong?" he asked, rising an eyebrow.

"Shut it, kittypet," the gray cat growled, digging his unsheathed claws into the ground. Rusty flinched at Graystripe's open hostility. Well, he shouldn't have expected anything less. Things had changed around Thunderclan and he had no clue what to expect.

"Shall we get going?" Dustpelt asked the deputy. It was apparent that he was iching to return to the camp. "It'll be sunhigh by the time we get back if we don't hurry.

"Yes, I suppose we should get back." Flicking his tail at the former Thunderclan leader, he said briskly, "Follow us."

The walk back to the camp seemed much longer then he'd anticipated. Perhaps he was just imagining it, but the air seemed to spark with electricity as the four continued onward. Once they entered the camp, things weren't much different. Hostile glares were shot his way and he didn't feel welcome anywhere.

"Welcome, welcome!"

Tigerstar's voice echoed across the clearing from where he sat on the Highrock. Though the dark brown tabby's words were jolly, a sneer stretched across the toms face as he stared down at Rusty.

"You look tired. Why don't you have something to eat and take a quick rest. We'll hold your ceremony at moon high, so be prepared."

Rusty narrowed his eyes, slowly nodded, and began to pad towards the warriors den.

Once inside, the tom had troubles finding a spot to sleep. Only one warrior was curled up in their nest-Frostfur-and everytime he tried to lay down, she'd cry, "That nest's taken!"

"I'll never find a place to lay down..." he grumbled to himself.

"There's a nest over here, if you're look for a spot to lay down," said a new voice. He turned around to see a beautiful, dark gray she-cat laying down in her nest, her bright blue eyes starring at him intently.

It was Cinderpelt.

Rusty felt tears forming in his eyes. One of his greatest friends dreams had simply been to be a warrior and, guessing by where she was laying down, she had acheived that dream. She pulled over an empty nest with no scent of another cat towards her own.

"Here you are. Though I don't believe I've seen you before."

"Er, my name's... Fireheart..."

"That sounds eerily familiar..." she mumbled, staring at the roof of the den in deep thought. He silently slipped into the nest beside hers and made himself comfortable. It felt so much better then the nests at his twoleg nest. "Oh, I remember!" she suddenly called. "Your that kittypet that came yesterday!" For a heartbeat, he thought he saw the slightest bit of a blush appear on her face, but she turned before he could confirm his suspicion. "I... I thought it was brave of you to come into camp, let alone our territory. Most kittypets are to scared to stray even a pawstep over the border.

He left weakly. "Yeah, I guess."

"So, Fireheart," she said, standing up suddenly. "I haven't introduced myself. I'm Cinderpelt. Nice to meet you!"

"Y-your leg..."

She stared at her hind leg. "Yeah? What about it?"

"It's not... wounded..."

"Why would it be?"

Rusty was painfully aware of the awquard silence that hung in the air. "Never mind..." When she said nothing, the ginger tom asked, "What?"

"Well?"

"Oh! Nice to meet you, too." Cinderpelt smiled at him before curling beside him once again.

"You know, kittypet or not, I like you. Oh, and don't listen to the other warriors. Most of 'em are worried about your blood and where you come from. I'm not concerned about any of that." The dark she-cat let out a yawn. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm bushed. I had to go on the dawn patrol and a hunting patrol. I'm going to get some shut eye. 'Night."

"Good night," he whispered. He layed down as well and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he fell into dreams filled of mice and moonlight.

"By the powers of Starclan, I confirm your name."

The ginger tom shivered with anticipation. With a few words, he would be a true warrior of Thunderclan.

"Fireheart, we now welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan. Mmay Starclan watch over you throughout your days as a warrior."

Sorry if Cinderpelt was out of character. Mainly, her personality developed from spending so much time with Yellowfang because she couldn't be a warrior. Because Tigerstar didn't need to set a trap on the Thunderpath for Bluestar that Cinderpaw could fall into (I'm guessing, anyways), she could be a warrior and therefore wouldn't have to spend so much time with the medicine cat. Even though Yellowfang is awesome. I suppose I could've used Cinderheart as an example, but both Cinders are pretty much alike personality wise. And I wanted Graystripe to be out of character. R&R!