A/N: ok, I kinda worked myself in a spot where I proved to myself why blind cat's can't become warriors :( But, don't worry where there is a way there is a will... so that said... I realized blind cats can fight, but in larger battles where lots of cats are fighting, well than sounds and scents and stuff like that would just get lost. And with hunting, well they wouldn't know there surroundings well enough and would probably have a horrible time hunting with the leafs and branches and stuff... I shall not change the plot... but I shall add something to it!

Thanks for reveiwing:

GinnyStar- I think Brookpaw is a fighter, too :D

Lovepaw & Dapplepelt- for your continued support :)

And now for Ch.13:

Ch.13

Brookpaw woke up with a head ache. Hawkherb was leaning over her.

"What happened?" Brookpaw moaned.

Hawkherb sounded troubled. "Never before has an actual fight taken place at a gathering. It is unheard of."

"Did you speak to StarClan?" Brookpaw asked.

"Yes," Hawkherb replied.

"What happened to me?" Brookpaw said again.

"Grainfoot of ShadowClan attacked you. He pretty much slit your throat. I don't know how you made it out alive," Hawkherb snorted.

"How did the battle end?" Brookpaw asked.

"A bolt of lightning hit Jetstar and took a life from him. All clans fled without saying goodbye. No one else was killed," Hawkherb huffed. "Now get some sleep, Leafpaw will bring you some fresh-kill later."

Brookpaw nodded, "How long was I out?"

"Half a moon," Hawkherb lumbered out of the medicine cat den.

Brookpaw fell back asleep.

The ginger tom was weaving through the tall oaks; following him was a light ginger she-cat.

"Firestar!" Brookpaw called out.

Firestar turned around. "There you are Brookpaw, I was hoping we would meet again. This is my mate, Sandstorm." He motioned to the light ginger she-cat.

"Why am I here?" Brookpaw asked.

"No blind cat has succeeded becoming a warrior," Firestar stated.

Brookpaw hissed, "So you're saying I should just give up?"

"No, you have a destiny that requires you to become a warrior. StarClan has agreed to give you three gifts," Firestar replied smoothly.

A speckled she-cat and a golden tom came out of the forest behind him followed by the gray tom, Jayfeather.

"This is Spottedleaf," Firestar looked fondly at the speckled she-cat and then flicked his tail at the golden tom, "This is Lionstar, during the dark battle his name was Lionblaze. He became Bramblestar's deputy after Squirrelflight died. And, of course you would know his brother, Jayfeather."

Jayfeather snorted as he stepped toward Brookpaw.

"I give you the gift of far hearing," Jayfeather announced. "Use it to hear your prey and your enemy."

Pain shot through Brookpaw as Jayfeather touched her shoulder with his muzzle. It was the pain of betrayal, a broken heart, and the pain of not being able to see. Finally it ended and left Brookpaw gasping for air.

Firestar was the next to step forward. "I give you the gift of powerful smell. Use it to smell and pinpoint your prey, your enemies, and your clanmates."

This time less pain cursed through Brookpaw. This time it was fierce loyalty to the clan and love.

Next, Spottedleaf stepped forward. "This gift I give to you is shadows. You already know how to use it."

No pain flooded through Brookpaw, only sweet love. Brookpaw was confused by Spottedleaf's words but before she could ask what she meant the starry forest faded away.

Brookpaw woke up just in time to see Leafpaw dragging a large rabbit into the medicine den… wait… see? She could actually see a gray image of a cat dragging a rabbit through the medicine den. She could tell it was Leafpaw by the cats scent. All of the objects in the medicine cat den were shaded in a light gray. She remembered Spottedleaf's words, 'I give to you shadows. You already know how to use it.' Brookpaw finally understood. She could now see anything that was at one point in its life breathing or still breathing in a gray color and any obstacles that might challenge her would be a light gray color. Brookpaw also knew this would be the key to being able to hunt. The last gift was bigger than just shadows; it was the gift of the path to a warrior.

"That for me?" Brookpaw mumbled drowsily.

"Yeah, I was wondering if we wanted to share it… how are you feeling?" Leafpaw asked.

"Like a big ShadowClan tom ripped open my throat and I've been asleep in a medicine cat den for a half a moon," Brookpaw snorted.

"Well at least you're still the same old Brookpaw," Leafpaw said as she laid next to Brookpaw and took a bite of the rabbit.

Brookpaw leaned over and slowly took a bite. She realized how hungry she was and took another.

"What training did I miss?" Brookpaw mumbled.

"Well Honeystar gave Deerpaw, Fishpaw, and I our warrior assessment yesterday! We all passed and Honeystar said that our warrior ceremony would be today!" Leafpaw announced with a smile. "Of course, we'll miss you but in two moons Whisperwind's kits will be apprenticed and then you can run the apprentice den."

"Yeah, I'll miss you too… you're lucky that you're clanborn and have brothers and sisters to train with," Brookpaw sighed.

"I guess," Leafpaw replied. "You do know Fishpaw likes you, right?"

"Really?" Brookpaw asked trying to look disbelieving.

Leafpaw battered her over the ear.

"You better groom yourself for your warrior ceremony; you don't want to look like you've been hunting all day!" Brookpaw teased.

Leafpaw grinned before she washed her chest.

Leafpaw finished grooming herself when Hawkherb entered the den.

"Brookpaw, I figure you will want to see Leafpaw's warrior ceremony." Hawkherb stated.

Brookpaw eagerly nodded.

"Ok, I'll let you go out of the den for a while… and I mean awhile… not until sundown. And no walking… as soon as you get out of this den I want you lying down. No moving, I don't want you opening up your throat wound," Hawkherb fretted over her.

Leafpaw helped Brookpaw to her paws and Brookpaw leaned on Leafpaw as they made their way out of the medicine den.

"Hi Brookpaw, it's good to see you up and moving again," Spottedsky said when she saw her apprentice.

"Same here," Brookpaw replied as she laid down outside of the medicine den.

She could already tell that the gift of shadows was very useful. Long before she could feel the ground vibrations she could see a faint grey shape of Honeystar bounding up to the Highrock.

"Cat old enough to catch their own prey come to Highrock for a clan meeting!" Honeystar yowled.

All of the clan cats gathered around the rock.

Honeystar continued. "Today we have three apprentices that are ready to receive their warrior name. Deerpaw, Fishpaw and Leafpaw do you promise to defend your clan even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," the three apprentices chorused.

"Deerpaw, from now on you will be known as Deerpath. We welcome your bravery in battle into the clan," Honeystar said.

Deerpath licked Honeystar's shoulder before taking his seat back in the crowd.

"Fishpaw, from now on you will be known as Fishpond. We welcome your spirit into the clan," Fishpond licked Honeystar's shoulder. "Leafpaw, from now on you will be known as Leafshine. We welcome your kind spirit into the clan."

Leafshine licked Honeystar's shoulder proudly.

The clan cheered, "Deerpath, Fishpond, Leafshine, Deerpath, Fishpond, Leafshine!"

Leafshine and Fishpond ran over to Brookpaw.

"I love my warrior name!" Leafshine exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's REALLY pretty. Yours is cool too, Fishpond!" Brookpaw cheered her friends on. "Where's Deerpath?"

"You should know; he's sharing tongues with Spottedsky. I would say I should be an aunt soon," Leafshine smirked.

"Yeah, aunt Leafshine," Brookpaw rolled her eyes.

Hawkherb came over to Brookpaw.

"Looks like I got to go," Brookpaw said her goodbyes to her friends before Hawkherb helped her back into the medicine cat den.

A/N: do you guys like Spottedleaf's gift? Brookpaw can't techincally 'see' but, she can she in blurry 'black and white'