P.O.V. Of Moonshadow

Moonshadow padded out of the warriors' den somewhat sullenly. It had been four sunrises since he and his brother had gone on their separate patrols and since Moonshadow had brought Mud back to camp. According to Fawnheart, the fall must have affected Mud more than they all had first thought, for the medicine cat's daughter had apparently lost most of her memory. After a conversation with Spiderstar, the clan had decided, perhaps not all unanimously, that Mud would stay with them as a warrior once she was healed if she hadn't recovered her memory. Of course, all of whatever was left of the rogues wouldn't forget about Mud, so they'd still have her as a pawn in that.

"Moonshadow!" The tom was brought out of his thoughts as Softpaw raced over to him. "There you are! Fuzzytail said to come get you. We're having our first battle lesson!" The gray and white she-cat mewed excitedly. Moonshadow smiled and nodded, happy to see that the once shy apprentice was finally coming more and more out of her shell.

"Alright, let's go." He glanced over at where the clan had decided to keep an eye on Mud, a small bush that she could use as a den. Spiderstar's rule was that a warrior had to keep an eye on her at all times and right now it was Redsplash's turn. Moonshadow noticed the tom seemed to be kicking at Mud, who was lying there helplessly and looking confused. Moonshadow sighed and looked to Softpaw.

"I'll catch up, give me a minute." He told her. His apprentice nodded and took off towards their training area. Moonshadow padded over the tom and a low growl rose in his throat.

"You really shouldn't be doing that you know... Spiderstar won't like that."

"Oh what? Another one of the leader's pride and joys here to bring me down? Oh wait, the first one was the runt of the family, my bad." Redsplash rolled his eyes, which only further frustrated Moonshadow.

"Okay look, I don't really get what your problem is with my brother. Actually, apparently my whole family, but listen here... if I catch you messing with this she-cat again I will personally tell my father and I'm sure he won't hesitate to pick the perfect... punishment for you. Now behave like a respectful warrior or don't be one." Moonshadow stuck his nose into Redsplash's and made sure to get his point across before turning tail to go join his apprentice.

"Soft bellied kittypet..." He heard Redsplash mutter under his breath, so Moonshadow swung back around.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" He spat. Redsplash looked at him all innocent like.

"Nothing leader's boy."

"AT LEAST HAVE THE COURAGE TO SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU LONER FOXDUNG!" Moonshadow couldn't explain why, but something in him had snapped.

"Oh please! Everyone knows about your grandfather Firestar. The pride and joy of ThunderClan. Yeah right! The useless lump was nothing but an over excited kittypet. How does it feel knowing you have lazy, fluffy kittypet blood?" Redsplash padded back and forth in front of him, making sure to flick Moonshadow's chin with his tail. Moonshadow couldn't take it anymore, he flung his paw out, claws unsheathed, and swiped Redsplash in the face. The unsuspecting tom hissed and looked about ready to tackle his attacker when-

"What in the name of StarClan is going on here?" Fawnheart's voice came from across the clearing where she had emerged from the sick den. The dainty she-cat strode over, a look of anger on her face.

"Redsplash, if you can't be on guard duty without causing more trouble then perhaps we need to speak with Spiderstar about revoking your position... among other things. Moonshadow, as for you... I think you should return to whatever it is you're supposed to be doing before your father hears about this. I don't believe he'll be happy to hear of yet another one of his sons attacking a fellow warrior." Fawnheart told them crossly. Redsplash stiffened at his post, not even looking any of the cats in the eye.

"I was just trying to stop him from harassing Mud." Moonshadow muttered, turning to leave. "And maybe if two warriors have attacked him, we aren't the problem."

He stalked off, tail tip flicking in annoyance. He no longer felt like being a mentor today, but he pushed himself. He knew he had to, or else Spiderstar would be mad at him.

"Moonshadow! Everything alright?" He looked up to see Fuzzytail, Softpaw, and Sootpaw all staring at him strangely.

"Yeah, everything's just great." He sighed, then shook himself out and tried to sound a little more enthused. "Come on, let's teach you two some battle moves."

P.O.V. Of Otterstrike

Otterstrike couldn't decide what to do today. Blackstream had been let out of the medicine cat den finally and she was training with Clearwhisker on hunting, so there wasn't much the tabby could do to help out with that. His paws itched nervously as he awaited nighttime. It had been a quarter moon since his last visit with Russetshade and he'd been dying to ask the she-cat why she'd just up and left him. He assumed she'd come meet him tonight, but he could be wrong. He was shaken from his thoughts as he heard a disruption, so he emerged from the warriors' den and saw Redsplash and his brother arguing. Before Otterstrike could decide what to do, Fawnheart emerged and broke them apart. The small she-cat gave them a few scolding words that Otterstrike couldn't hear and then Moonshadow stalked off. Fawnheart looked around the clearing and her gaze fell on him, but before Otterstrike could look busy she called to him.

"Otterstrike! Could you come here please?"

Mousedung. He cursed to himself, but forced a smile and padded over.

"Yes Fawnheart?"

"I believe Redsplash here could use a little bit of a break. Could you take over looking over Mud for him?" Fawnheart asked. Otterstrike went to reply, but was cut off by Mud herself.

"I don't need constant supervision you know. I'm not a kit. I don't understand why you all are treating me as your prisoner."

Otterstrike was taken aback by this and stared questioningly at Fawnheart.

"Redsplash, go make yourself useful and hunt for the sick cats please. I've been trying to get them to eat mushed up mouse. Go on now. Go." Once the calico tom shot her a glare and padded off, she looked to Mud.

"Mud, would you give us a moment please? Come on Otterstrike." Fawnheart led Otterstrike away and as soon as they were out of Mud's range of hearing Otterstrike stared at the medicine cat.

"What is she talking about? Why are we holding her prisoner? Does she have bees in her brain?" He exclaimed. Fawnheart put her tail to his muzzle.

"Shush, not so loud. Look, she hit her head quite badly while attacking your brother and his patrol and it seems she has lost her memory so I spoke with Spiderstar about keeping her here and telling her that she's one of us but she's just been injured in a fight."

"Why in all of StarClan would my father agree to that?! This is the cat that killed my sister, his daughter!" Otterstrike growled.

"Yes, but she is also my daughter... Spiderstar understands to an extent my pain and is willing to give me a chance to help her change. So if her memory continues to fail after she heals, then we will train her as a LightClan warrior and use her to our advantage in getting rid of the rest of the rogues once and for all." Fawnheart explained to him. Otterstrike shook his head in awe.

"Fawnheart, with all due respect... you are completely insane."

"I don't care what you think Otterstrike. Perhaps one day you'll understand the harsh reality of what it's like to lose all of them, but have one wander back into your life. If there is any chance I can save her from herself, I will do anything. Perhaps when you have kits you'll understand." Fawnheart mewed, then dipped her head. "The guard is scheduled to change around moonrise, so you're in for a long day."

Before Otterstrike could argue, the she-cat was walking back to the sick den.

"Thank you Otterstrike." She called over her shoulder. Otterstrike cursed silently to himself and padded back over to where Mud laid, her head in her paws. He laid down not far from her and mirrored her actions.

"So... what'd you do wrong to get stuck with me all day?"

Otterstrike huffed and didn't even bother responding.

It was almost moonhigh and Otterstrike was dancing with impatience.

"What's your problem? Gonna be late somewhere? Got a hot date?" Mud asked. Otterstrike rolled his eyes and was about to retort back when Littlefang padded over to them.

"Hey Otterstrike, I'm here to take over. You're free to go."

"Thanks." Otterstrike mewed and took off out of camp. He ran to the halfbridge, his paws going as fast as he could carry them.

"Russetshade? Russetshade!" He hissed quietly.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down." The familiar ShadowClan she-cat emerged from the darkness. Otterstrike couldn't help but let out a purr.

"I knew you'd be here."

"I shouldn't be out of camp. I only came to tell you something." The russet colored she-cat looked serious, not coming over the border. Otterstrike tilted his head, confused.

"What is it? Is everything okay?" He asked, meeting her forest green gaze. The she-cat shook her head.

"No. I can't see you anymore."

"What?! Why?" Otterstrike's heart fell into his stomach.

"Because... I'm expecting kits."

A.N.: DUN DUN DUN! Hope you guys enjoyed, remember, I'm still taking suggestions for the next cat's P.O.V. The list consists of Leafpool, Spiderstar, Softpaw, Silverberry, Fawnheart, and Adderstrike and right now there is one vote for Spiderstar! Don't forget to cast your vote and leave some feedback on this chapter! Thanks for reading! ~12HockeyChick21