Here it is. I don't think it's as good as the last one but the next one should be better...

Chapter 3

The next morning, Cloudtail paced around the fresh-kill pile. He hadn't been able to sleep the last night. Part of him said it was all fake but another part said to just go on the journey. He saw the sun slowly start to rise and stared at the entrance of camp. "This is it..." He glanced at the Warriors' Den. Would Brightheart miss him? And who would train Cinderpaw? He sighed and padded to Firestar's den. He prodded his uncle awake and saw him wake slowly.

"I have to go," he meowed.

"Where?" Firestar yawned.

"To help the kittypets back in the forest," Cloudtail meowed. "Don't ask but-"

"How's Princess?" Firestar asked.

Cloudtail looked down, his blue eyes filled with sorrow. "Dead," he croaked.

"No…" murmured Firestar.

"Firestar, I can't explain but I have to go," Cloudtail meowed, getting to his paws. "Alone."

Firestar nodded grimly. "I suppose. Will you be back?"

"Count on it," mewed Cloudtail, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt. He turned and padded out of camp.

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Cloudtail padded away from the Clans and up the mountain. He stopped and looked back. He heard a twig crack and hissed. "Who's there?"

"Relax. It's me." Cinderpaw stepped in the open.

"C-Cinderpaw?" Cloudtail whispered. "Why'd you come here alone? Are you completely mouse-brained?"

"I'm not alone," she meowed defiantly. Brightheart padded to him.

"We're coming too," she mewed. "We heard you this morning with Firestar."

"No," Cloudtail replied, flicking his tail. "It's too dangerous."

"Then tell us what the danger is, other than what you told Firestar," said Brightheart. "Then we know what we're facing. You can't make us go back."

Cloudtail hesitated. He knew it was true. "Fine," he sighed. "You can come."

"Did you just figure that out?" asked Cinderpaw. "You really couldn't have stopped us." Cloudtail narrowed his blue eyes and continued walking.

"Cinderpaw doesn't mean it in a cruel way," murmured Brightheart comfortingly.

"I know," muttered Cloudtail. "But this will be very dangerous and I'm worried for you two."

"Hey, I fought dogs," said Brightheart proudly. "I can take whatever this journey has to offer."

"Mmmhmm?" Cloudtail smiled as he continued on his way.

"I did fight them!" Brightheart mewed, smiling. She padded to his side.

"Right," Cloudtail teased. He thought back to Swiftpaw and anger pricked his pelt. What right did Swiftpaw have to say he took advantage of Brightheart?

"You okay?" asked Brightheart. Cloudtail nodded.

"I'm just a bit… confused," he replied. "I'll tell you later." Is StarClan real?

Cinderpaw padded after the two grown cats. She flicked her tail and wished Hollypaw was with her. Her best friend would have kept her company! But, of course, she had to be stuck with two grown cats… who were mates!

She rolled her eyes as she followed them. Hearing hushed whispers, she narrowed her eyes. "What can't I hear?" she demanded.

"Nothing," replied Cloudtail. "It's just that…"

"We were just kidding around about the past and everything, don't worry," mewed Brightheart.

Cinderpaw rolled her blue eyes and looked at her paws. She was always the outsider. She was the outsider of her siblings since her sisters were always talking about toms. She was the outsider in many other ways too and now here as well. She thought about her friends. Did they leave her in the dark?

Jaypaw wasn't really her friend but he was nice enough some times…

Hollypaw never left her out! They were best friends for StarClan's sake!

Lionpaw….

She hesitated. Did she spend much time with him? She used to when they were younger but now his life revolved around Heatherpaw. That's not true. He's better now, you just haven't really given him another chance… she thought. Well, I will! But for now, I need to stay in this. This will be dangerous and I can't allow my mind to wander.

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"Eagle, over here!" Dusk dodged the blow from the light ginger cat and laughed, a daring look in her eyes. "Eagle come on!"

"I've got it!" The young, dark ginger tom was fighting two large cats at once.

"Come on, you stubborn fool!" called Dusk, swatting at another cat.

"I got it!" he yowled. She ran to the place where he was fighting and clawed at one of the cats before leaping on the other. She then leapt down to him, grabbed his scruff and leapt up on a higher rock. "Come on!" she snarled. "Let's get to the others!"

"Fine!" Eagle looked back at the ferocious cats trying to get at Dusk and himself and ran after her.

"It was stupid of you to do that!" growled Dusk. "Oh, it's not all your fault. We shouldn't have ever challenged them alone. Just the two of us! What was I thinking?" She narrowed her blue eyes as she slowed to a walk.

"It wasn't that bad," said Eagle. Dusk glared at him.

"Not that bad? Eagle, more and more of them were coming. We couldn't have taken them all!" she snapped.

"Yes we could!" he growled. "You're always telling me to push myself to my limits and when I do you get angry!" Dusk stared at him. How could this be the young cat she had saved when her mother was slaughtered? The young frightened cat was now a cat looking for revenge.

"Eagle, you're eager to hurt and find fear," mewed Dusk.

"You don't understand," growled Eagle. "I just have to get them back."

"Eagle-"

"I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?" snapped the tom. He quickened his pace and raced toward the group.

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Cloudtail stopped suddenly, feeling agitated, like someone was being difficult. Automatically, he turned to Cinderpaw, eyes narrowed.

"What'd I do now?" snapped Cinderpaw. "Did I run wrong?" She rolled her eyes. They were almost there and he had blamed her for every little thing! She unsheathed her claws, frustrated. Cloudtail sighed and turned away.

"Where are we going?" Brightheart asked.

"When we reach the old forest, we follow the scent of cats," replied Cloudtail.

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