Why hello there everyone! Yesh, Marshpaw is now Marshclaw! Yay! Also I believe this fanfic may be half over. THE PLOT THICKENS. I thank those you review and follow the story, without further ado, enjoy!

~~~~Time skip~~~~~

Four moons had passed since Marshpaw became Marshclaw. During that time Thistlefang had become less aggressive towards Marshclaw, instead of making rude remarks and attempting to bully him, he left him alone and ignored his very existence. Marshclaw sometimes found it harder when Thistlefang pretended he only had the one brother. Shallowstream had been getting along fine with the other warriors. He began to take a liking to Owlflight, hunting with her and doing patrols. Marshclaw chuckled to himself as he thought about this he found the two of them together would be perfect. Of course he himself had set his eyes on someone. Echomist. She had become a warrior along with her sister Ivyfeather. He realized his feelings towards Echomist a few moons ago and began to hope that one day they could be more than just friends.

"Marshclaw. You're going on patrol with Lightheart and Snakefang." Marshclaw looked up from his meal at his past mentor Quakestar. The old leader had lost a life from green cough during the winter. His creamy white fur turned to a ragged silver tone.

"Yes Quakestar. We will leave immediately." And with that he stood onto his paws, licking his lips, and joined the others waiting for him. Lightheart stepped back, indicating that Marshclaw should lead. Marshclaw lead the two warriors into the forest and towards the Forestclan border. Pausing to sniff scents they continued along silently until Snakefang spoke.

"I think something's wrong with Thistlefang." He blurted out. Lightheart glanced at him questionably and Marshclaw whipped his head around to see him, eyes wide.

"Why what's wrong?" Marshclaw pressed. Even though his brother hated him, Thistlefang was still his brother. Snakefang shifted his paws uneasily and examined the surrounding area, as if afraid of what could be hiding in the forest.

"Well, I don't think it's something wrong with Thistlefang, rather, Thistlefang is doing something wrong." Lightheart perked up at this and ventured closer.

"What do you think he is doing?"

"You know those rouges we chased out a few weeks ago? Over by the Darkclan border?"

"Yeah, why?" Marshclaw asked. He felt a sickening feeling forming in his stomach.

"I think Thistlefang has been doing something with them. I see him leave camp every time I'm on watch. He heads off towards the Darkclan border. It took me a while to figure out if it was him or not. He blends right in, I wouldn't have seen him if he hadn't knocked down some rocks while climbing." Lightheart growled angrily. Marshclaw flattened his ears and closed his eyes. He didn't want to believe it. His own brother, conspiring with rogues?

"We must let Quakestar know immediately." Lightheart stated. Marshclaw glanced at him nervously.

"Wait, what if it is a mistake? Let me follow him tonight. I will get my brother as well. We will follow him and find out if it really is him and if he is conspiring with rogues..." Lightheart and Snakefang stared at him with eyes wide with disbelief.

"But Marshclaw…."

"You of all cats… He hates you and yet you stand up for him?"

"He is my brother. I will protect him if I feel like doing so." The two other warriors nodded and the patrol headed back to camp. They were silent and when they reached the camp Marshclaw wandered away from the group, searching for Shallowstream. He found his brother trying to teach Freezefang's two kits, Nettlekit and Nightkit the hunters crouch. They would be apprentices in two moons so it wasn't any harm done teaching them the technique.

"Shallowstream." Marshclaw called. Shallowstream looked at his brother, the joyful gleam in his eyes disappearing as he saw the grave look in his brother face.

"Hey kits, time to find your mother! I have warrior things to do now." The kits gave sighs of disappointment and scampered off to find Freezefang.

"Shallowstream, my apologies for interrupting your fun but we have something we must do tonight, a thing only we can do. No one must know." Shallowstream looked at him oddly.

"What is it brother? It must be serious if we have to sneak out." Marshclaw took a deep breath and tried to find the right words for what he was about to say.

"Snakefang has reason to believe that Thistlefang has been conspiring with the rogues near the Darkclan border. Tonight we have to follow him to see if it is true. Only me, Snakefang, Lightheart, and probably Quakestar by now know this secret. And now you do as well." Shallowstream's jaw dropped in shock. He stuttered before he could properly speak.

"Thistlefang…? But… why…? Does Rosefur and Rumblefoot know about this? Do they know about our brother's betrayal?" Marshclaw shook his head grimly, his tail touching Shallowstream's shoulder lightly.

"They do not. But there is still a chance. Thistlefang can still be innocent. We just have to hope that what Snakefang told us is wrong." Shallowstream nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "When he leaves the den, IF he leaves the den, we will follow. Until then." With that the two separated, preparing for the night to come.

The moon was high in the sky when Thistlefang rose out of his nest next to Ivyfeather and slide out of the den. His amber eyes gleamed as he made his way across camp, silently creeping around rocks and behind boulders. He had no intent of making the same mistake again. This time he would be wary of his footing. He can't afford another slip up. Slowly making his way up the path out of camp he spotted Owlflight on watch. He growled silently to himself. This was going to be harder than he thought. Owlflight was one of the best hunters. He hesitated. Then began his climb up the rocks to his left. Normally he would climb closer towards the boulder but Owlflight would have heard him struggle up the cliff. He hasn't always been the best of climbers. Hauling himself over the edge he took a few deep breaths before sliding away through the tall grass. He felt safer here. Away from prying eyes. Tonight seemed worse. Instead of the normal tense feeling he swore he could feel eyes burrowing into the back of his pelt. A few times on his journey he glanced behind him and saw nothing.

Why are you afraid? A voice in his head whispered. He growled in annoyance. Every time he whispers it always leaves a ringing in his ears.

I'm not scared. I'm cautious. If someone catches wind of our plan than it will be ruined. He snapped back. The voice chuckled in his head and was silent. Thistlefang hadn't realized how much time had passed until he reached an old barn. He paused at the top of the small slope that lead towards the door, surveying the land. The darkness around him made him feel at home. He pulled his lips back in what looked to be a smile and raced down the hill, bolting into the barn. The rogues inside raised their heads as their leader raced through the entrance. Surrounding him as he leapt onto a box they eagerly awaited his speech.

"Fellow comrades. Soon we will claim what is rightfully ours. He has spoken to me once again and has told me what we must do." The rouges began to cheer gleefully. Thistlefang gazed over his crowd of cats, taking in each and every one of their faces. There were 24 rogues in total. About the size of a clan. He grinned and opened his mouth, about to speak when he saw him. It was a quick glimpse, but he still saw it. Those blue eyes. Those glowing blue eyes that mimicked the brightest sky and the deepest river. Those eyes that belonged to his greatest foe.

Marshclaw.

"THEY ARE HERE! BEHIND THAT PILE OF HAY THAT MONSTER IS HERE! KILL HIM! KILL HIM BEFORE HE ESCAPES!" He screeched. The rouges whipped their heads around in surprise. Marshclaw and Shallowstream were already trying dashing through the front door back to camp. The horde of rogues darted after them, becoming a sea of evil eyes and sharp claws with roars of rage and hatred. Thistlefang could be heard above them.

"TONIGHT WE SHALL TAKE SKYCLAN! THEY WILL BE NO MORE! KILL THEM ALL!"