AN: Another two-chapters-at-once post. Oh, and it's a bit of a short one. EDIT: Removed the StarClan paragraph, and I'm gonna rewrite all of chapters 1-4 later. The StarClan part is going to be added in as an intermission, and it's not as rushed. Also, I feel this chapter is too small. Blah.

Peppermintpaw was sleeping cold and alone. All the cats in the den except her had moved close to where Crystalpaw slept. It felt like nobody realized she existed. She snapped out of the world of her dreams when she heard a frightened scream: "WOLF ATTACK!" The apprentices and warriors rushed from their dens. They viciously attacked the wolves, though most cats were no match for them. However, with Crystalpaw on their side, RubyClan was winning. When only one wolf was left, the unthinkable happened. Crystalpaw was tired, and she fell down. In the few seconds of weakness, the wolf stepped on her, and crushed her skull with a sickening crack.

There were a few seconds - which felt like hours to the horrified clan cats - of silence and stillness, as they took in what happened, and the wolf made sure she was dead. Then, the cats began backing away, the look of horror frozen on their faces. The chosen one of the prophecy, dead right before their eyes. A few heartbeats passed in which nobody dared to speak or think. Then, suddenly, the air was torn with a screech, as Peppermintpaw leapt onto the wolf's back. It let out a yelp of agony as she raked her claws up his face. Then, as the wolf stumbled, yelping and in pain, she leapt down and raked her claws down its stomach, allowing blood to splurt out. It fell to the ground, now little more than a corpse.

Peppermintpaw walked over to her sister's body, her eyes an ocean of sadness. "No... Crystalpaw... Sis, wake up. Please! StarClan gave you powers, heal yourself! Please... don't die..." begged Peppermintpaw. There was no reply. "Sister, please... re-remember when we were kits? You s-said you wanted to be named C-crystalshard... Razorstar would give you your warrior name now... PLEASE! JUST DON'T DIE! DEAR STARCLAN, PLEASE!" There was still no reply. Peppermintpaw laid her face into her sisters soft fur, not caring that it was soaked in blood. "...please..."

"Y-you know, m-maybe if you had tried to help her instead of practically worshipping her, she wouldn't have died!" Peppermintpaw shouted, too hurt and sad to listen to anybody trying to calm her down. For the next few hours, she did nothing but bury her face into Crystalpaw's fur, whispering "no" over and over again.