Me: Hey fellow Warrior Cat nerds! Serendipity321 here. And today we have a special guest star: FIRESTAR!

But, instead of Firestar walking through the door, Tigerstar walks through the door! GASP!

Me: Hey, you're not Firestar!

Tigerstar: No I'm not. I came here to do the disclaimer. NOW LET ME DO IT OR I WILL KEEL YOU!

Me: Okay, jeez! If you want to do it that bad, go for it.

Tigerstar: Serendipity321 doesn't own warriors, just the plot and her own characters.

Me: Good job! Now you get a sticker!

Tigerstar: I DONT WANNA STICKER!

Me: Jeez. You're starting to remind me of Brindleclaw...

Tigerstar: Who the heck is Brindleclaw?

Chapter 9, Stormpaw's POV

I can't believe she would do this to me.
Why? Was the question that kept running through my head.
Ravenwing says I've been getting better the past couple of days, and I believe him. I just hope I heal soon so I can train with Ashpaw again.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey meet here under the High Ledge!" Amberstar's voice rang out through the clearing. Puzzled, I dragged myself to the entrance to the medicine den. Ashpaw and Freezepaw stood up in pride. They were being made into warriors! My pelt burned with jealousy.
"Ashpaw and Freezepaw, you have both proved yourself worthy of becoming a warrior. Russetclaw, has Ashpaw met all the requirements to become a warrior?" Russetclaw, Ashpaw's mentor, nodded her head.
"And you, Brindleclaw?" There was an edge to Amberstar's voice. Brindleclaw had a reputation for being crabby and senile all the time. For a scary second, I didn't think she was going to say yes. Then she sighed, and nodded her tortoiseshell head. Amberstar seemed relieved.
"Then, by the powers of StarClan, Ashpaw, I now name you Ashclaw. Freezepaw, I now name you Freezefang. May your ancestors watch over you." The two newly named warriors' eyes gleamed in pride.
"There is another apprentice whom I would like to make a warrior."
I ran through all the apprentices who were old enough to be made a warrior. Waterpaw, a blue-gray she-cat, and I were the only ones who were old enough right now. But I was still healing. It was probably going to be Waterpaw...
"Stormpaw, would you please come join us."
Everyone's head turned to the medicine den where I was. What? Confusion and joy went through me. I stood up carefully and padded over to the High Ledge.
"Shadowfoot, do you believe Stormpaw is ready to become a warrior?" Shadowfoot dipped her head proudly.
"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Stormpaw, you will now be known as Stormshadow."
Stormshadow. I had expected it to be less graceful, like Stormclaw or Stormpelt.
"Stormshadow! Stormshadow! Stormshadow!" The Clan called in pride.
Yes! I was finally a warrior! Pride shimmered through me. By now, the moon rose high in the sky.
I wonder if Echopaw is looking at the same moon.
I missed her so much.
I just wanted everything to go back to normal. I wanted her to be next to me, getting her warrior name as well. I wonder if she feels bad for hurting me.
I hope she does.
"Stormshadow? Are you alright?"
Morningheart came up to me with a worried look on his face. I realized that I had started to sway from side to side.
"Yeah." I straightened myself up and started to walk towards the medicine den.
"Can't you come to the warriors den with us?" Ashclaw and Freezefang stood behind me.
"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot." I turned and followed the two warriors into the warriors den. Exhausted, I collapsed on the nearest free den and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, and I was in a completely different place. I was in an ugly, murky swamp. It reeked of stale water and gunk, and trees blocked out the moon and stars. Was I in the Dark Forest?

"The time of the prophecy has come, Stormshadow."
What? Who said that? I whirled around, but saw nobody.
"Who are you?" I mewed bravely.
"I am Thornfang." A golden brown tom emerged from the mist.
Thornfang. He was Twistedstar's mentor, the cat who had made him evil and bloodthirsty.
"Why have you brought me here?" I stood bravely as he circled around me.
"The time of the prophecy is nearing. There will be a battle, and you must kill your father."
"But my father's already dead," I mewed in confusion.
"Not your real father." The golden tabby turned and started to pad away.
"What? Who is my real father?" I cried to him indignantly.
"I won't tell you," he said back, and then he was gone.
Moonclaw wasn't my father? The realization stunned me.
But one part made sense. The prophecy.
When the sun has left, the storm will rise and defeat the twisted Clan.
A huge battle was coming.