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CinderDreams: But I love making cliffehs xD

Dewfrost: Yep, I like peering at the little details no one really noticed xP I wish it really had happened…

Nameless Nightmare: I hate Clawface too. I'm not fond of the name either. Yeah… Brownpaw haven't had much time with Sheen. It's partly because of her resemblance to Rainpaw…I just HAD to add Sheen inside! She's essential…

Cloudfire: I shall make more cliffehs then xD

LostBluePhantom: o.O You didn't crash into the door, did you? Jkjkjk…

Princess of Lightning: Yep, they shouldn't. I'm trying to resist typing out this… thingy, so that I won't spoil anything…xD

Freeheart: Thanks!!

Gingeystary: I luv cutting off… haha…

A/N: Okay, I feel this chapter wasn't well done... oh wells...

Mistake

Brownpaw took an unsteady step towards Wetpaw, trapped in a delimna. He can do this.

He raised one paw over the unconcious apprentice, hesitating. But before he could do anything, a yowl rang out. Brownpaw's eyes flung open and he saw a tabby shape charging right at him. He saw blood on the warrior's shoulder and on the glinting claws, and he saw the eyes narrowed with fury.

This was the end, wasn't it?

Brownpaw took a step back and braced himself. The tabby cat leaped… over him. Startled, Brownpaw spun around, just in time to see the tabby bringing down Clawface. Clawface.

"Wha—?" he broke off instantly when he recognized Stumpytail.

Stumpytail pinned one paw on the tom's chest. Brownpaw had never seen his mentor so ferocious and noble, with blood dripping down his face. "Let him go…"

"What?" Stumpytail turned to look at him. "Brownpaw, what do you think you're doing?"

"He's my father," Brownpaw meowed strongly. He barely registered the fact that he was defying his mentor against a mouse-brain of a father who never loved him. He was acting purely on natural instinct.

"He's Brokenstar's warrior," Stumpytail spat.

"Brownpaw," Clawface rasped. At the mention of his voice, Brownpaw turned to look at his father, his ears pricked. It was the first time Clawface ever mentoned his name.

"Brownpaw," Clawface repeated. "Help me… don't you want to make me proud? We can look up your mother in the kittypet place. We'll teach you everything you need to know, something a mentor wouldn't teach. Don't you want that, Brownpaw?"

Brownpaw found that he was nodding, half-dazed. Since a kit, he could only look towards Clawface with fear. He could only bow in respect when the warrior walked past. He felt a yearning, so strong that it hurt. He wanted that so badly, and here, he could get it. He was so deep in his thoughts that he never noticed his mentor's shocked face.

Without a second thought, he rammed himself against the brown tabby. Mentor and apprentice tussled on the ground. It ended with Stumpytail on top, pinning his own apprentice.

This kind of tussling could be seen in any Clan anytime. Only difference was, this was no mock fight. This was real.

"Brownpaw, wake up!" With a fierce snarl, Stumpytail raised one paw and brought it down. Brownpaw's cheeks stung where his mentor hit him. He was limp for a moment, his mind whirling. Fury brought him new strength. Hissing, Brownpaw surged upwards and threw the cat off.

At that moment, lightning flashed, followed shortly by thunder. The yowls of fighting cats were deafening. The ground was soaked with blood. But for Brownpaw, time seemed to center only around them.

Panting, and blood trickling down his cheek, he spun around to face Clawface. "Will you really teach me?"

"Of course," Clawface purred. Brownpaw's suspicion disappared like dew on a cold morning when he saw the warmth in the tom's eyes. Maybe, Clawface was never as bad as he thought. And maybe Clawface would make a good father, the father he wanted.

Satisfied and happy, Brownpaw padded towards Wetpaw. He unsheathed his claws. But then, Wetpaw interrupted by waking up. "Brownpaw? What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes wide. He was surprised, but did nothing in defence.

"Aren't you scared of me?" Brownpaw sneered, hiding his confusion.

Wetpaw shook his head. "Why would I be? Brownpaw, you're my friend."

Friend.

The word echoed repeatedly in his ears. Brownpaw staggered back, his mind clearing. Realizing what he was doing, he sat down. "What was I…?"

"Look out!"

Brownpaw half-heartedly spun around to see Stumpytail locked in battle with Clawface. He was too stunned to do anything.

"He tried to attack you," Stumpytail growled, his legs raking down Clawface's belly.

Brownpaw could only gape. He was still recovering as the two warriors broke apart.

Stumpytail trembled... and collasped.

"Stumpytail!" Brownpaw gasped. But Stumpytail was behind Clawface, and he couldn't dodge around without a fight. He was left staring at the cat he thought was his father.

Clawface was heaving. "You useless furball!" he spat at Brownpaw.

Brownpaw stared at his father, filled with grief. He had believed Clawface's words. All he wanted was a real father. StarClan, was that something difficult? His Clanmates had a proper mother and father. He didn't even know now who's his mother. And now, he didn't have a father anymore. He kept still as silent sobs racked his body.

"I knew you were a mistake!" Clawface spat.

Brownpaw gripped the ground with his claws.

Clawface let out a harsh laugh. "Fool. You're as stupid as both your mothers! I should have killed your real one too when I had the chance, then you wouldn't be here."

Brownpaw snapped out of his shock. "You… it was true… you killed Shadowpool!"

"And now you're going to join her," Clawface smirked.

However, when Clawface reached him, he was ready. He met the warrior in the air, lashing out blindly. They rolled over and over on the ground. Neither side seemed to be on the lead, and both were getting weaker with each heartbeat.

Brownpaw was about to use one of the tricks he had been taught with when a blur of gray distracted him. The pressure on his chest was gone. Brownpaw watched in surprise as Wetpaw dodged and nipped at Clawface.

Brownpaw joined in, and together, they pushed Clawface back until he was badly injured.

A caterwaul stopped their battle. It was Brokenstar's sign. He had surrendered. The battle was over.

Triumphantly, the pair of apprentices pushed forward, matching stride by stride. Clawface backed away, his eyes glittering with fury.

Filled with new-found hope, Brownpaw spat bravely. "I never had a father."

Clawface snickered. "And like I said before, you were a mistake. A very terrible mistake."

Brownpaw snarled and chased him a little further until all of Brokenstar's warriors had fled.

When they were gone, he felt an emptiness weighing him down. It was so wasted. Brokenstar's warriors, including Clawface, could have been great cats. But they had chosen treachery over loyalty.

"Hey… are you okay?" Wetpaw murmured at Brownpaw's ears. They were gathering around Nightpelt and the ThunderClan warriors.

"I'm fine…" Brownpaw replied, his voice choked.

He turned to find Stumpytail trudging towards him, limping. "Stumpytail… you knew I wasn't even from ShadowClan," he murmured in a low voice. "I—I tried to kill Wetpaw. I attacked you. Why did both of you help me?"

"I know you have your reasons, Brownpaw," Wetpaw gazed at him warmly. "You're my friend. I believe you."

"And…" Stumpytail grunted. "Though you can really be a mouse-brain, the fact stays. You're my apprentice. I even liked to see you as my own kit."

Brownpaw felt too weak to reply. He couldn't even hear Whitestorm's words. He was immensely grateful for their words. He saw a different ShadowClan now. He had friends here, cats who care. Brokenstar was banished, now everything would be fine. He was right. A mentor couldn't teach things a father would. But a cat can be both a mentor and a father. He could still visit Caramel as well.

"I'm sorry about your cheek," Stumpytail grunted, resting his weight on three legs. His brown tabby pelt was smudged with dust and blood.

"It's okay..." Brownpaw murmured. "Thanks for waking me up."

The rain was beginning to ease, and the ThunderClan warriors left. ShadowClan was in ruins, but they were going to start over again.

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Brownpaw pricked his ears. It was Nightpelt. He was staring at the apprentice with narrowed eyes.

With that, Brownpaw remembered Clawface's words when he left.

You were a mistake.

A/N: Now you understand why I didn't like this chappie?

POLL!!!

Do you think Brownpaw should be made a warrior at the end, and if so, what would his warrior name be?

I've already decided on his ending, but I want to see what others think...