A/n: Oh, my god, guys. I am going to shoot Dad's computer ._. So, I swear I wrote Chapter 12 on the document 'Lily Chapter 2' and so I uploaded that as chapter 2, found out it was still ACTUALLY chapter 2, raged, re-wrote the WHOLE DAMN THING, posted it, opened 'Lily Chapter 3' to write Chapter 13, and found Chapter 12. I will KILL something. Or someone... Or some cat... *strokes invisible beard thoughtfully* Ooh! New idea! 8D Anyways, on a much happier note, I have 94 reviews! Aaaaah I'm so close to 100 that I can TASTE it. Sooo... Here's Chapter 13! Finally, we get a look into lil' Sparky's head c:

Lilypaw felt horrible. I just want to be friends again... she stared at Nightclaw, who had taken his silent vigil in the center of camp as the rest of the Clan was preparing to sleep.

"It's not your fault he's a sensitive furball," Sparkpaw told her. "He'll get over it."

"He just wanted to comfort me after Icepaw died... And I pushed him away like he didn't matter." Lilypaw stared at the ground. "It is my fault."

"Come off it." Sparkpaw licked her ear. "You don't need to feel bad about this. You aren't in the wrong."

"Yes I am." Lilypaw insisted as she dragged towards the apprentice den. "I'm the most horrible friend ever."

"All right, listen." Sparkpaw came to stand in front of her. "Lilypaw, you are amazing. He's just trying to make you feel guilty. Don't let him! It's not your fault and you are not a horrible friend. Okay?"

Lilypaw blushed. "Er..."

Sparkpaw grinned. "I win. Now c'mon, get some sleep. You must be exhausted after your assessment."

"I am," Lilypaw admitted. She let Sparkpaw lead her into the den and she curled up in her nest and fell asleep.

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Sparkpaw's POV

"Help us!" The wail pierced the silence, waking Sparkpaw from a dreamless sleep. He scrambled to his paws. Eggpaw, Ravenpaw and Palepaw were awake too, staring at each other with wide, frightful eyes before bolting from the den together. Sparkpaw glanced hesitantly at Lilypaw, who was still curled up asleep. She looked so peaceful and cute, curled up with her nose tucked under one paw.

He nudged her shoulder with one paw. "Wake up, Lilypaw," he whispered. "Something's happening outside!"

Her eyes blinked open, filmy with sleep. "Sparkpaw... Wha'?"

"I don't know. We need to get up. Come on." He waited until she'd gotten to her paws and they cautiously crept out of the den. A knot of cats were already outside, clustered around something.

"What's going on?" Lilypaw, more awake, bounded forward and Sparkpaw followed. When they reached the group of cats, Lilypaw pushed through with no difficulty and Sparkpaw joined her at the front of the crowd.

A pale gray she-cat lay on her side, panting. Her sides were crisscrossed with clawmarks and one of her ears was shredded. She smelled of fish. "Sh-ShadowClan... Attacked... They had WindClan, too... They're taking our kits... please help us!" and she passed out.

Talonstar, who stood opposite of Sparkpaw and Lilypaw, looked grimly down at the collapsed she-cat. "Silversong, help her, please."

"Will we send help?" Some cat called.

Talonstar nodded. "Of course. The cats going will be Sunheart, Nightclaw, Snowpelt, Stormstrike, Mintwing, Lightfur, Stonefoot, Twigpelt, Sparkpaw, Lilypaw and myself."

Sparkpaw glanced at Lilypaw, who looked nervous and small among all of the grown warriors around her. She gave him a scared look and he nodded. "It'll be okay," he told her.

Talonstar immediately led the way out of camp, followed by the battle patrol. Sparkpaw and Lilypaw were at the back because Lilypaw, still half-asleep, kept tripping over things. Every few heartbeats, Sparkpaw would grab her by the scruff, haul her up from on top of some root or rock, and they'd keep running. Talonstar, ignoring the WindClan boundary, led them straight through the other Clan's territory. The sounds of battle reached Sparkpaw's ears, and Talonstar picked up the pace.

The RiverClan camp was in between two small streams that the cats leaped over easily. The camp was a mass of screaming, writing cats. Sparkpaw immediately lost Lilypaw as he was jumped on by a WindClan she-cat who snarled at him. He pushed her off, gave her a few scratches for good measure, and bit her tail. She didn't run, but she avoided him and engaged in battle with Nightclaw instead. Sparkpaw glanced around, wondering where assistance was needed. There! Two ShadowClan toms were emerging from a tightly woven reed den. Each had a kit in his mouth. Their mother was engaged in combat with a well-muscled tortoiseshell she-cat. Sparkpaw leaped forward and attacked the first tom, who dropped his kit and turned to face Sparkpaw. Good StarClan, the tom was huge! He snarled and leaped at Sparkpaw, who dodged and jumped behind, spinning on his hind legs to attack from the other side. He felt long claws rake his side, but that just made him more angry. Who was ShadowClan to take RiverClan's kits? The kits looked to be about three moons old, so Sparkpaw knocked into the other tom so both kits were on the ground. He crouched down at eye-level with them. "Run!" he told them urgently.

The smaller, a little tortie she-cat, stared up at him with big green eyes. "What about mom?" she asked.

"I'll help her. Now go!"

The two kits scampered off and Sparkpaw reengaged the the two toms in combat. He sent one running but the other got in a few more scratches before a RiverClan cat jumped him and Sparkpaw was open to help the snowy white queen. He hit the tortoiseshell hard and knocked her out. The RiverClan she-cat was bleeding heavily. "My kits... Where are my kits?" She coughed.

"They're fine," Sparkpaw replied. "They're safe."

"Good..." she closed her eyes and lay still.

Sparkpaw felt his heart break for the two little kits who would discover that their mother was dead, but he didn't have time. A terrified scream from the depths of the battle made his blood freeze. Lilypaw.

Dodging WindClan and ShadowClan cats on both sides, the brown tabby tom wove through the battle, searching frantically for the familiar ginger-and-gray pelt. "Lilypaw? Lilypaw!" His yowl was lost in the sounds of battle, but he kept searching, knocking the enemy aside and watching for her with increasing panic. Not her. Not after Icepaw. No, no, no, no... Finally, he caught sight of her. She was laying, bloody and limp, beneath the claws of a ShadowClan she-cat. "Get off of her!" Sparkpaw hissed, smacking the she-cat so hard that she was flung off. He sent her running with a few deep scratches to remember him by and dashed back to Lilypaw. She's not moving. She's not moving! Her heartbeat was faint but steady in her chest. She has to live. He grabbed her scruff and dragged her out of the battleground and into a clump of ferns. He would have to come back for her later.

The battle was ending. ShadowClan and WindClan's cats were dwindling as more and more fled from the scene. Finally, when the retreat had been sounded and RiverClan's camp was empty of of the enemy, Talonstar led his cats home.

Sparkpaw gently dragged Lilypaw back to camp and into the medicine den. Silversong's eyes widened. "Bring her in," she instructed.

With the help of the medicine cat, Sparkpaw cleaned Lilypaw's pelt of the blood and dirt so that Silversong could see where she was hurt. A deep gash ran down one shoulder and snaked under her belly. It was surrounded by smaller scratches. Silversong nodded. "She'll be all right. She just fainted from blood loss. Don't worry about her." More injured cats were entering the den, so Sparkpaw left to be met by a gruesome sight. Mintwing and Lightfur were supporting Stormstrike between them. His head lolled.

Sparkpaw ran over. "Is he...?"

Mingwing nodded as she and Lightfur set him down in the middle of camp. "He died protecting a kit," she replied sadly.

Poor Lilypaw. Lilypaw often griped to Sparkpaw about how hard Stormstrike trained her, but he knew she secretly loved having him as a mentor. She's losing everyone.

The cats started to come over and pay respects to Stormstrike before his burial, and a few settled down for the night beside his body. Sparkpaw dipped his head to Stormstrike before going back to check on Lilypaw.

The small she-cat was awake, struggling to sit up with the thick layer of cobweb binding immobilizing her right shoulder where the cut had been. "Sparkpaw!" She mewed when he came in. "Did we win?"

"We won," he replied grimly. "But... er..."

"What is it?" Lilypaw's eyes were a mix of confusion and fear.

"It's... It's Stormstrike. He's..."

Her eyes widened. "No!" She struggled up and limped outside, despite Silversong's protests. Sparkpaw sighed as she crouched down next to her dead mentor. He knew she needed her space. He spared one last glance at Lilypaw's small form, trembling by yet another dead body, and went into the apprentice den.

A/n: I thought it was necessary to give us a look into Sparkpaw's head. :P Also, sorry for all of you who liked Stormstrike XD He probably won't come back in later *shrug* Oh, well. Review, please! I am curious to hear names for Lilypaw c: I really like Lilyfall, Lilyheart, Lilystep, Lilysong, Lilyfeather and Lilywhisker. If you have others to suggest, don't hesitate to do so, or vote on which of those you like most!