Sharppaw sighed as he padded through the forest, remembering everything Wildeyes had told him. "She didn't hate me at all. Even after I told her who my father was, she still loved me. If anything, her love for me only grew! But then there's the prophecy…" He shook his head.

Dingopaw crouched in the forest, concentrating on a mouse that was only two fox lengths away from her. Just a little closer... She unsheathed her claws and pounced on the mouse. It panicked and tried to run, but it was already too late. She pinned it down and killed it with one quick bite. Licking her lips, she picked up the mouse and buried it under a bush. She looked up and spotted Sharppaw padding towards her, unaware of her presence. His face clearly showing he was in deep thought. She blinked and ran over to him, "Hi, Sharppaw! What's with the long furry face? Did something happen?"

Sharppaw sighed, "Sort of…"

Dingopaw frowned and sat down in front of him, "Tell me about it."

Sharppaw sighed. "It's a really long story, Dingo. I can't tell you about it; it could get you into trouble."

Dingopaw's frown deepened, "I want to know. If it's something this troubling, you should tell me about it. I'm your friend, aren't I?"

Sharppaw nodded, "Of course you are! But…I still can't tell you, it could put you in danger. Can you just trust me to tell you all you need to know?"

Dingopaw nodded, "No lies?"

Sharppaw nodded, "No lies."

Dingopaw relaxed, "Go ahead."

Sharppaw sighed, "Well, first, I wasn't an actual rogue before I came to ThunderClan. I was the leader of BloodClan, the Clan of rogues. This coming gathering, in three weeks or so, is when I was going to meet the rest of BloodClan and lead an attack at the gathering. I had specially trained cats assigned to attack the leaders of each Clan so we wouldn't have to worry about their nine lives. Unfortunately, I can't contact them until the morning of the gathering, but since I'm easily able to beat anyone one of them, they submit to me. I will be able to call off the attack but..." Sharppaw sighed sadly.

Dingopaw was at a loss for words for a long time. The news that he was the leader of the dreaded BloodClan terrified her. T-this cat...is the leader of BloodClan?! She thought, That can't be right! Sharppaw doesn't act like anything like what the stories say about BloodClan cats! There must be some mistake! But then…Sharppaw said he wouldn't lie and I trust Sharppaw. This must be the truth. She looked up at him, trying to put up a brave front, "But what?"

"But...I'll have to leave with them. There's no way I can call off the attack and stay here. But I don't want to leave, Dingopaw! I...I..." he looked into her deep amber eyes. "I love this Clan, Dingopaw! This is my home, I love it here! All my friends are here: Wildeyes, Moonpaw, Starpaw...and you. You're all here and I don't know what to do!"

Dingopaw stepped forward, "Y- You can't leave...I don't want you to...no one want's you to leave!" Her eyes were brimming with tears as sorrow filled her voice. I don't know what to do! What will happen to the Clans, to Sharppaw? What if he gets hurt?

Sharppaw sighed, "Don't worry about it, Dingo. Everything will be okay. Me and Wildeyes are working on it."

Dingopaw blinked. "Wildeyes, the deputy? Why her? What does she have to do with this? I know she's your mentor and your mother, but why?"

Sharppaw shook his head. "I can't say. I promised you I'd tell you everything you'd need to know and I have, now, not a breath of this to anyone else. If the rest of the clan found out, I don't know what would happen."

Dingopaw almost cried out in despair, "But Sharppaw-"

A voice spoke from behind them, "Sorry for interrupting your conversation, but I need to borrow Sharppaw."

Sharppaw turned around to see Starpaw sitting patiently in a column of sunlight that poked through the trees. Dingopaw blinked in surprise. "Starpaw? What is it?"

Starpaw flicked her tail. "I need to check on Sharppaw's health. Shadowfall sent me to see how he's doing. Could you give us some privacy please?"

Dingopaw glared at Starpaw and reluctantly padded away, glancing over her shoulder to give Sharppaw a quick look of longing.

Starpaw sighed and looked at Sharppaw. "You feeling okay? You've been out here for quite a while. You don't want to push yourself; you'll end up in a nest again."

Sharppaw nodded, "I feel great. There's no need to worry."

Starpaw gave him a suspicious look before nodding back. "Alright, I'll take your word for it. If you're lying, I'll give you extra herbs to teach you a lesson."

Sharppaw flinched, thinking of the bad tasting herbs she'd give him. "I'll keep that in mind..."

Starpaw grinned; glad her point had been made. "Where is Wildeyes, anyway? You two left the camp together, so I was sure you'd return together. I didn't expect to find you with Dingopaw instead."

Sharppaw looked at his sister, "Well...I was with Wildeyes, then she saw a squirrel and told me to go on ahead while she went hunting. Then I ran into Dingopaw and things went on from there."

Starpaw nodded. "So where's Wildeyes now?"

A familiar voice spoke from above them, "Right here." Wildeyes leaped down from a tree, that was behind the two talking apprentices, and landed next to them with a dead squirrel in her jaws.

Starpaw smiled, "There you are. Are you two going to stay out some more?"

Wildeyes nodded, "Yes, we still have a lot of things to talk about."

Starpaw nodded, not asking for further information. "I'll go tell Shadowfall that I don't think Sharppaw will need any further treatment and is doing a great recovery." With no more than a flick of her tail, she bounded into the bushes.

Wildeyes sighed, "We should go back to our previous conversation. I couldn't stop thinking about it and almost lost the squirrel."

Sharppaw nodded, "We still need to cover a lot more things. We need to discuss the prophecy."

Wildeyes nodded, "Then let's get right to it." She frowned, "Let's talk about that part that said 'In the heart of the clans'. Sharppaw, do you think the gathering could be where the prophecy takes place?"

"It's a high possibility," Sharppaw sighed.

"I wonder what it meant by 'Darkness will fall'. Who will it fall to?" Wildeyes kicked a nearby stick in frustration, sending it flying into a nearby bush.

Sharppaw shook his head. "We have to figure out what this prophecy means," he growled, similarly frustrated.

Wildeyes paused, thinking, "Would there be a way to defeat BloodClan? Do you have a deputy in the Twoleg place? If you do, we could kill that cat. Then there would be no cat to cover for you or another cat to pick a new leader. It would be simple!"

He sighed. "Unfortunately, it's not like that in BloodClan. Ironically, that all happened because of me. You see, after my father's death, we created a long chain of commanders that ended at the lowliest kit. So no matter how many of them you killed, there would still be someone to take their place of power."

Wildeyes closed her eyes. "Let me think," she sighed, "Things are getting so confusing, I need to clear my mind."

Sharppaw sighed and shoved the dead squirrel in front of Wildeyes, "Here, this'll help you think."

Wildeyes opened her eyes and blinked at the squirrel. She frowned and studied it more carefully. "We need to bring the battle to them!" She sat up and smiled at Sharppaw broadly, "We drive them out, every guilty member of BloodClan. The kits and queens won't be harmed of course, but the warriors will go. This isn't just about ThunderClan anymore; it's about all the clans. LionClan must be reborn and sent to battle against BloodClan once more. This time will be the last time!" She stood up, forgetting the squirrel in front of her. "We need to get the word out to host an early gathering. This needs to get to all the clans, and you," she looked at Sharppaw, "will be the one to tell them everything."