Okay, so I know that I was going to update sooner, but I haven't gotten to. Weekends have been crazy filled with lots of stuff, including birthday parties (not mine), Halloween parties (at my friends house), and going out of town to others' houses. (Don't get me started on weekday's homework.)

But, I'll update now. Before a birthday party starts. (Still not mine.) :D I don't own Warriors, as you can tell.


"Rushingstar," Flameheart meowed, looking at the leader after dipping her head in respect. The two cats were in Rushinstar's den, with no other cats around. Flameheart was thankful for that. It was so quiet that she could talk freely with the leader... alone.

"Why has Flamestar sent you here?" Rushinstar asked, tipping her head to one side.

Flameheart purred with laughter. FlameClan, Flameheart, Flamestar... that clan really liked the word "flame". "Actually, Flamestar didn't send me here." rushingstar looked over at Flamheart, willing for her to explain. "Well, Flamestar... exiled me."

Rushingstar gasped, "And why did he do that?"

"Flamestar was wrong!" Flameheart hissed, startling the StreamClan leader. "He... he took the word of a kit over one of his trusted warriors..." Flameheart felt her body shake for a moment. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to think more of what happened, but she knew that she had to tell Rushingstar... "One of the kits blamed me for killing another of the kits, Rosekit. I would never, ever hurt any kit in the clan. I don't know why he even believed the kit... If he didn't, and looked for some proof, then he would've realized that it wasn't me. I was only bringing prey to the kits when Rosekit was... found."

Tears streamed from Flameheart's eyes, and Rushingstar looked at er trustingly. He nodded and sighed, turning away from her.

"So if you didn't kill Rosekit, then we've got a murderer somewhere in this forest of ours, yes?" Rushingstar asked. "That means that no cat is safe at the moment." Rushingstar turned back to Flameheart. "Thank you for telling me this."

"That's not the entire reason I came here," Flameheart admitted, shuffling her paws. "Yes, I wanted to warn you and all, but I also came here because... I'm not a rogue, and I'll never be fit to live life as one. I'm a warrior at heart, and if my first clan doesn't want me..." She looked pleadly at Rushingstar. "Would I be able to find a home in StreamClan?"

Rushingstar paused, unsure of what to say. "I would have to talk it through with my senior warriors, and the rest of the clan. I can't promise you anything, and I sure wouldn't tell your story of a murderer to anyone... But I can see what I can do, I guess."

"Thank you Rushingstar," Flameheart meowed, dipping her head to the older tomcat. "I hope StreamClan welcomes me. I... I wish I had been found here, instead of there." Her eyes lingered on the camp entrance, looking towards where FlameClan territory would be. She couldn't help but think of her past. Not being able to remember much, Flameheart could still remember some.

She could remember being abused by her "family", Silver was the name of her mother's sister, the cat who "raised" her, and Smoke was Silver's mate. Everyday, she still had scars from the pain they had caused her back when she had been young and stuck with them, unable to fend for herself in the cruel world. She could still feel the pain of their clans as they ripped them across her back, and she could still see the murderous glint in their eyes, the hatred Silver felt towards her mother for leaving her with Silver.

"StreamClan would've brought you up as a loyal warrior, too," Rushingstar whispered. "Maybe... we'll see... what I can do."

Flameheart dipped her head before leaving his den. Rushingstar called for her to go and see their medicine cat, Mallowfoot. So she did. Padding over to the den, she spotted two cats sitting there, sorting herbs. One of them must be Mallowfoot.

"Excuse me?" Flameheart asked, getting both of their attentions at once. "Is one of you Mallowfoot? Rushingstar sent me to get patched up." Licking at her fur, which was now stained with dry blood, she added, "I'm Flameheart, by the way."

"Welcome Flameheart," The older of the two cats meowed. "I'm Mallowfoot, and this is my apprentice, Skunktail." Skunktail dipped his head to her. "Skunktail, fetch some marigold. You've got some scratches, now, don't you Flameheart? Who was it? Bramblefang? Stormfire? Weedwing?"

"Sandmask," Flameheart answered. Mallowfoot nodded. "She was only protecting her apprentice, Cloudpaw, I'm guessing. Cloudpaw isn't very old, now, is she?"

"Brand new apprentice," Mallowfoot answered, taking the marigold from Skunktail and applying it to Flameheart's wounds. "Sandmask is a fine mentor, I'm guessing. I just hope she'll be able to watch Cloudpaw go into battle without protecting her from every blow and every claw." Mallowfoot checkled.

Flameheart nodded in agreement. She ruffled her ginger fur, making the darker ginger tabby stripes more visible. She loved the way her tabby marks stuck out, so brightly. And the way her green eyes glowed like fire when she looked into a puddle, just to try to outshine her pelt. Flameheart was just happy at the moment, so it made her think... a lot.

"Go and get some prey, then come back here. We'll make a sent for you here before Rushingstar decides what he's going to do with you." Flameheart looked up, the sound of Mallowfoot's voice breaking her from her trance. His eyes were glued to her, as if her pelt was actually on fire.

"Okay," Flameheart meowed, nodding her head to the two medicine cats/ Flameheart padded over towards the pile of prey. But she stopped when she noticed a cat standing in front of that apprentice, Cloudpaw. He was hissing at her, but Flameheart wasn't sure if she should be the one to break it up. She wasn't really a clanmate yet... So Flameheart decided to just listen. If things got out of paw, she would step in.

"Come on, give me some words," the cat spat in her face. "Back off, get away from me, leave me alone! Tell me something1" Flameheart could feel a growl rising in her throat. "Fine! Be a quiet little piece of fox dung, then, why don't you?!"

Before she could step in, Flameheart saw Sandmask dash over and hiss, "Get away from her! Quit bothering my apprentice, and get to the den or else you'll be cleaning the elders den for the next moon!" Sandmask looked threatening, and Flameheart waited as Splashpaw left. Sandmask started muttering something almost too quiet for Flameheart to hear, but as she strained her ears she listened in on what the she cat was saying. "I will be reporting this to Rushingstar once he's done with Flameheart."

Huh, she doesn't seem too happy about me being here, Flameheart thought. Once Sandmask and Cloudpaw were gone from the prey pile, Flameheart padded over and grabbed a small mouse. She didn't deserve to eat this clan's food, since she hadn't hunted for them... yet.

"Who are you?" A cat growled, padding over to her. His eyes locked with hers, but Flameheart didn't return his glare.

"I am Flameheart," Flameheart answered, dipping her head to the tomcat. "Rushingstar's talking about... letting me stay here. Mallowfoot told me to get some prey." She knew that if he wouldn't listen to her, he would listen to the leader and medicine cat.

"Hmm," The tomcat growled. "Well, if you may stay here, which clan are you from?"

"I... I was from... FlameClan," Flameheart answered. She saw shock and pain go through the tomcat's eyes at the mention of the clan.

"My name's Molewhisker," the tomcat meowed, flicking his tail. "Stay away from me. FlameClan cats ruined my life." And with those final words, he stalked away from her, mutting to himself.

"Well," Flameheart meowed, puffing up her chest. That was slightly offending.


Soo... Please review, and watch for t he next chapter... soon?

And question: Has anyone read Survivors yet? I own the book, but haven't read it. Is it good? (I wish the Erins would spend all of their time on Warriors...)