By the way, just as a clarification, Fallenpaw is a tom. I originally was thinking on making him a she-cat, but I thought he and Emberstrike were cute together, so I changed it. Sorry if there was some confusion, and if there are any feminine characteristics I forgot to change.

Also, thanks for the reviews. :-)

I curled up tighter, comfortable and unwilling to move. I opened my senses, allowing them to explore what the day would be like; but I kept my eyes squeezed shut. I heard the rush of a slightly chilling breeze overhead, but I felt nothing ruffle my soft pelt. Relaxed, I spread myself out so I was sprawled on the floor of the den.

I could taste a metallic tinge in the air. It tasted… like blood. Blood, and death.

Horror shaking me, I made the foolish decision of opening my eyes. Bad choice. My eyes flew open and shock jolted me to my paws. Where was I?

I was completely surrounded by wood. Sunlight was filtering around me, through the cracks of the roots. I was warmly tucked away under the roots of the tree, so I wouldn't be cold. My gaze traveled further, past my make-shift den. I let out a scream of horror as I saw the corpse of a light brown cat, his eyes half-opened and fur soaked in blood.

Trembling, I held my paw out and glanced at my claws. Terror shot through me as I saw they were covered in crimson blood. I cried out, confused and lost. I ran towards the corpse of the cat, and indeed, smelled my scent all over it. My claws indeed fit the deeply dug marks on his corpse. I sobbed with confusion and terror, bending over this cat whom I had never met before.

"What did I do?" I whispered to myself, turning away and sitting down. I rocked myself back and forth nervously; I had just recently killed Pricklepaw. Was I damned to a life full of murder and blood? Was this what Rock was hoping ThunderClan would change me from?

Emberstrike would never love me now. Not if she knew. No. She would never know. My gaze flitted nervously around the clearing. The sky was a brilliant blue, not a single cloud in sight. The trees surrounding me were a red-brown, tall, thick, oak trees. There was a small stream up ahead, the current didn't look too strong and it washed away from the clan territory. On the right I could see a twoleg place, there queer, large nests towering over me.

Nervously, I picked the tom up by the scruff, dragging him over to the small stream. I had calmed myself down by now. It wasn't intentional. I wasn't a murderer. It must have been some sort of an accident; just like Pricklepaw was. Only, this time nobody would find out. I would carry this secret with me to the grave.

Gripping him tightly in the scruff, I gently lowered him into the stream. I washed his pelt and my paws. I lowered us both into the stream, so the icy water could wash away everything. The blood, the scars, what I had done. I shivered with cold, scrubbing at his pelt with my paws. After I checked us both over, and we were both clean, I pulled us out.

I rasped my tongue over his fur, licking it so his long brown hair would cover up his wounds, which had stopped leaking blood. I rolled around in a patch of flowers to disguise my scent, then rolled him around in it too. I wiped some mud on my face so if anybody saw me; they wouldn't be able to tell who I was. Then I pulled the poor cat over to the twoleg place, dropping him by the gate. I gently closed his eyes for him.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'm sorry for taking your life away." I dipped my head in respect, my tail trembling with grief and slight confusion.

Not looking back, I fled into the forest. I had just murdered another cat. In less than a moon, I was the one responsible for two murders. I wanted to call them accidents, but Pricklepaw was clearly my fault, and I had a cold, nagging feeling that it wasn't an accident that he was dead either. I couldn't remember anything from the past night.

I checked myself for wounds, and only found one on my shoulder. It was a gash, and still trickling blood. I groaned; I had just washed myself. I realized I had been so shocked that I had been oblivious to my own pain. Now that I had calmed down, searing agony shot through my shoulder, spreading throughout my body.

I wondered if my murdering him had to do with my memories. Or my dream. I wondered if Ivypool had been there, trying to warn me. Trying to calm me down. I felt a flash of pity for the silver and white she-cat, I must not be an easy mission to accomplish. I hoped she wasn't being told off due to my relentlessness when I got angry.

I padded silently throughout the forest. I sniffed around, and headed towards the ThunderClan territory. I hadn't been far away, I noticed. I hissed in frustration as I realized I would have to cross WindClan territory to reach my camp. I rolled around in more mud and flowers, praying to disguise my scent fully.

I crept by WindClan territory, scouting the edge of the lake, trying not to completely cross the border. I dodged by patrols, and hunting cats. I heard an arrogant growl behind me, and I cursed myself inwardly. I forgot to watch my back.

"What are you doing on WindClan territory?" A white she-cat apprentice snarled. Her eyes flew wide in surprise. "Oh, it's you… Fallenpaw." I winced, raking through my memories, struggling to remember her name.

"Snowpaw." I grinned, pleased as I got it right. Then awkwardly, remembering that I was trespassing on his clan's territory, I wiped my smile off. "I'm sorry."

"You're hurt." Her eyes widened in surprise, she reached out her paw towards my shoulder. She gently touched it, causing me to flinch away, hissing in pain. "What happened? Where did you go?"

I wasn't sure, really. I had no recall of the previous night. "On my way back, a fox grabbed me. He thought I was… dead. I surprised him, and ran off, but he got my shoulder pretty good. I passed out afterwards, due to exhaustion." I meowed, forcing a scowl of frustration.

"Mouse-dung!" She hissed, shoving me behind a long stalk of grass. I spat in annoyance; that was just plain rude. Then my eyes widened and I flattened myself to the ground as I saw a fluffy gray tom approach, his yellow eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Snowpaw, what are you doing all the way over here?" He meowed.

"I chased a rabbit here." Snowpaw meowed, the lie slipping of her lips easily. "What are you doing here, Smokepaw? Are you following me?" She narrowed her eyes in anger.

"N-no." He stammered, taken back. "Briarbreeze sent me to find you."

"I'll go back in a second. I just have to get my prey." She meowed. "It was over there, let's go get it." She angled her ears forward. Smokepaw turned around, and as soon as he did Snowpaw waved her tail to the right. I felt a flash of gratitude.

I crept to the right, wincing as I heard the grass crack under my paws.

"What was that?" Smokepaw demanded, swinging his head around. Snowpaw's eyes widened with worry and slight exasperation.

"It's the sound of my walking. Are you saying I'm clumsy?" Snowpaw meowed, acting hurt. Smokepaw quickly shook his head; obviously scared of offending the white apprentice.

After I had made sure they were far away from me, I dashed forward, not wanting to risk getting caught again. I streaked across the territory, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slid into ThunderClan territory. I felt my heart pound against my chest; I didn't think I had ever run that fast in my whole life. I rolled around in some more daisies to hopefully disguise myself once more; but this time to rid of the rabbity tang of the WindClan scent.

I padded forward, heading to the direction of the camp. I felt the sunlight leak in through the cracks of the branches and leaves up above, dappling my silver pelt. I listened to the soft chirp of the crickets, letting the familiar forest calm me down before I entered the camp. Then I stopped. If my alibi was a fox, then I would need to smell like one, wouldn't I?

I groaned. There were no fox scents. I would just have to say I had slipped into the river. I sneaked into camp; hoping to get to my nest unnoticed. Emberstrike was in the middle, pacing nervously, her eyes dark with worry. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up.

"You're alive!" Emberstrike gasped.

I nodded. Whitestar also noticed me, and bounded up to Highledge. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather around Highledge for a clan meeting!" He yowled. "Have all of the search patrols stop looking; we've found Fallenpaw. He's alive and okay."

Most cats hadn't accepted me yet. They simply tolerated. Only a few showed concern and relief. Dawnriver had heaved a sigh of relief, and so did Larkheart, Willowpaw, Stormpaw, and Emberstrike.

Willowpaw ran forward, Stormpaw on her heels. Their eyes flashed with relief. "Oh StarClan, Fallenpaw. We were so worried!" Willowpaw exclaimed.

"Yeah. When you didn't come back that night." Stormpaw meowed. I brushed against them, grinning. I nodded, rather happy they were worried. Then I turned away and padded to my mentor.

"We had a search patrol go out," Emberstrike explained in more detail to me as I padded near her. "We saw blood; your blood, on one section of the forest. Then claw marks against a tree. We though perhaps you'd been taken away. Killed." She purred in relief, affection showing clear in her amber gaze as she pressed against me. I felt my heart skip a beat.

Whitestar padded towards me, his eyes narrowed in concern. "What happened?" He demanded.

"After the gathering; I was going to hunt and bring something back for Larkheart, but on the way a fox grabbed me. I tried to fight him off but…" I gestured towards my shoulder. The lie was slipping easily off my tongue; I was surprised at how good I was at it. My face was twisted into a painful grimace. "He dropped me off somewhere, assuming I had died. I slashed at him and crept away, and I slipped in the river on the way; which wiped away the scent. I immediately came back."

Whitestar nodded, his gaze unreadable. I wasn't sure if I had convinced him or not. He swished his tail. "Go to Dawnriver, see if you're fit for training. If you are; I want you on the noon patrol." He padded away. Worry flashed through me; what if he had seen through my act? He didn't. I reassured myself.

"Let's get you to Dawnriver." Emberstrike smiled at me, letting me lean against her. I limped to the medicine cat den, where the cream furred cat grinned at me.

"What is this, the twentieth time in the past moon?" She teased. "You've got to stop hurting yourself." She quickly grabbed some thyme and fed it to me. I frowned; I wasn't anxious. Then I looked down at my pelt, and realized I was still shivering and my fur was all fluffed out. I shrugged, and chewed on the leaves. She washed my wound with wet moss. She made a poultice of marigold, and applied it to my wound. Then she covered my wound with honey and cobwebs.

"Thanks." I grinned happily at her, before turning around to leave. I limped towards the exit.

"Hold it!" Dawnriver called after me. "No patrol!"

I groaned. Emberstrike laughed and lead me to the apprentice's den. "Go take a nap. We can go hunting later if you're feeling more fit." She touched her nose to my cheek. "I'm glad you didn't die. If you ever get in a fight or you have to do something, remember that I'll always be there to support you." Not thinking, I twined my tail with hers momentarily. Her eyes flew wide with shock. Awkwardly, I turned around and dashed to the apprentice's den, ignoring her cry for me to wait.

I felt my pelt grow hot with embarrassment. I curled into a tight ball, feeling comfortable and snuggling into my nest. It was soft and mossy, lined with feathers. I smiled. Thanks Willowpaw.

I woke up in a pale forest. The sun was a light blue without clouds, the leaves were a pretty green, and even the plain brown color of the tree trunks seemed to be more beautiful in this forest. I looked at the grass, it was lush and felt soft under my paws. Where was I?

A silver and white she-cat padded forward, flanked by three other cats. A golden tabby, a gray tabby, and a gray she-cat. "Hello?" I meowed warily, my tail swishing from side to side. "Who are you?"

"Fallenpaw." I looked up in surprise as I recognized the familiar voice. It was Ivypool! "We have something important we have to discuss with you…" Her voice trailed off, unease radiating off her.

"Who are these cats, Ivypool." I demanded angrily.

"Lionstar, Jayfeather and Dovewing." Ivypool answered me calmly.

"Wow!" I gasped. "Lionstar, you were leader when Whitestar was just an apprentice! And you guys are the three!" I had listened to Emberstrike's explanations about them. She told me they were very important cats; and although I had denied my belief and awe, I still found myself shocked and wanting to know more. "Why am I in StarClan…? Am I dead."

"No, you're alive." Dovewing purred, her green eyes sparkling.

"We're here to tell you that you have to go find your memories." Jayfeather growled, his voice not nearly as sweet and kind as the two sisters. "They are important." His eyes blazed with intensity.

I felt the familiar tug towards my memories again. The want. The need. The thirst for the knowledge of my past. I shook my head. "No. I'm happy here with Emberstrike."

Dovewing's eyes softened with sympathy. "You're destiny does not lie here." She meowed sadly. "You're paws aren't set on the path for a mate and kits."

I growled angrily. "Why?" I demanded.

"You once had the chance to lead a normal life…" Lionstar meowed to me; his voice low. "Your ambition blinded you, and you marred your chances of that. You must fix this."

"What do you mean?" I hissed in frustration, lashing my tail. The beautiful forest didn't seem as gorgeous as it once was. My gaze flitted towards the flowers, saw a few that were wilting, the sky darkened, the trees turning to its original ordinary brown… "Tell me!" I wanted to scream.

"You have to find the most dangerous clan of all. BloodClan." Jayfeather growled to me. "That is where you were born and raised." I scowled in frustration. "You must go fast. The line between reality and us is blurring, it's way too thin. If it breaks…"

I knew what he meant. If it broke; the world would fall in chaos. Vengeful spirits would haunt the earth, the cats would be without a religion, everyone would be shocked and the lake would be overpopulated. We wouldn't be able to support all of these cats. "How does this have to do with me though?" I pressed on.

"You were an experiment. Yesterday was one of the results of your experiment; BloodClan is creating murderers, summoning the dead, mixing the living and the passed. You are the only one who would be able to find their new territory… We can't reach them, only you would be able to." Ivypool explained to me.

"Why?" I wailed in frustration, digging my claws into the dirt.

The cats exchanged a forlorn look. "You'll find out."

"How are you sure I'll go?" I demanded.

"Because if you don't, you'll keep on killing. And eventually, the one dead at your claws will be the one you care most about; Emberstrike." Lionstar told me, his voice laced with a warning. "If you don't, ThunderClan will crumble. So will all of the other clans. And it would be all your fault."

"How would it be my fault?" I demanded.

"Too much ambition and hatred corrupts a cat's soul." Ivypool told me sadly. I gasped; her figure was fading. They were all fading into nothing, blurring into the stars of the sky. I felt myself sucked out of the dream, falling and falling into nothing.

"Fallenpaw! Wake up!"

I peeled open my eyes; feeling more exhausted then I was when I woke up. I groaned, pulling myself to my paws, wincing with pain as I almost fell over again. You'll keep on killing. It will be all your fault. The words of my dream haunted me. I knew I had to go.

"Emberstrike, can… we talk?" I asked. The she-cat nodded to me, sitting down. "I mean… privately. Like, perhaps, in the forest?"

The ginger furred she-cat padded after me, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you alright?" She meowed. I nodded tensely before leaving the camp. We walked solemnly, in silence. She broke the silence. "Fallenpaw, you're scaring me. What's going on?"

I could picture the flash of hurt on her face when she heard that I was leaving. The betrayal, the anger, the hatred. That I had lied. But I needed to do this; if I really was going on a trip I might never return from, I at least wanted Emberstrike to know the truth about me.

"Emberstrike…" I meowed softly, sitting down. "I didn't tell you the truth about me."

She frowned. "You don't… trust me?" Her harsh, but wicked sense of amusement and humor was gone. Instead, in front of me sat a vulnerable, hurt looking young she-cat.

"No- it's not that." I stammered, nervously. "I lied about my past. I… don't remember much about it. I didn't know what ThunderClan was, and this cat called Rock told me to stay. At first, I hated it, but now I realize it's been really fun, and you're really nice…" I broke off. Gazing at her eyes, her expression unreadable, she turned away. Right then, I hated StarClan. I hated myself.

"It's okay." Emberstrike told me. "I get it, you were shy, unwilling to tell your past." She flashed me her perfect smile, and I felt my heart stop altogether. Was I really going to leave this? My chance of happiness, with the cat of my dreams? I coughed awkwardly, realizing how weird my thoughts were.

"I have to leave." I meowed sadly. "StarClan told me… I have to go find BloodClan. Apparently in my past, I did some bad things. I guess, after my parents had died, I must have become so bitter and angry, that for the next three moons I probably damned my soul."

I winced, just realizing how dramatic that sounded. I hoped she wouldn't think I was being strange, psychotic and overdramatic. "You… what?" She meowed sadly.

"If I don't make this right, the clans could break and crumble into nothing because of me." I meowed. I took a deep breath. "Every time I get angry, it overtakes me, and I become a merciless killing monster. I don't want to hurt you." My voice cracked.

To my surprise, the ginger she-cat sat up straighter, and tossed her head. "As if you could hurt me." She grinned. Her grin faded as she saw how serious I looked. "Oh." She meowed wretchedly. "You're serious about this."

"Yeah." I muttered. I pressed against her momentarily, then turned away and began to pad forward. I kept my head held high, although I felt like crying. I couldn't wait any longer, I couldn't risk more lives being taken. I forced myself to not turn back.

"Hey!" Emberstrike called after me. I felt a pelt brush mine, and I turned around to see her expression. "I'll always be there to support you, remember? How can I support you if you're not with me?" I frowned, shaking my head quickly. I realized what she was planning on doing.

"Absolutely not." I exclaimed. "I am not letting you risk your life for this. This was my mistake, and mine alone. You're safer here."

"I can take care of myself." Emberstrike sniffed indignantly.

"Okay." I meowed, secretly relieved that I didn't have to do this alone.

"Okay." Emberstrike responded.

We padded forward, and I swallowed a breath as I left the clans. Everything I had ever known in my new life. The place I had hoped would be my home. But the pain wasn't as strong as I expected, because of the special ginger she-cat at my side, offering me her silent support.

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