Thanks for all the reviews, favs, and follows! I can't believe I'm almost at 270 reviews, 70 follows and 50 favs! :D Anyway, the time from this chapter and the last might be a bit random. I just realized that too little time had passed, and so I decided to speed it up and make it so that a whole moon had passed. They are both around eight and a half moons old now.

Also, a question- should I update the allegiances as the story progresses, or just leave it?

Next, Review Replies:

So Cheesy: Thank you so much! :) The beginning of the chapter is very intense I agree, but the ending was sweet. :) I shipped FirexSnow, actually. They were adorable.

WarriorCat4Life: Haha, yeah. :D If Tigerpaw will ever confess his feelings to her, :) Anyway, thanks!

Moonshine57: No problem! I like the name Dewfrost, in fact, I usually like any name with 'frost' as a suffix. It just sounds nice. xD And in this case, like a tribute to Snowheart in a way. :)

kate23816: Ikr. D:

Lawsonsog: I didn't think that chapter was that short. O.o'

Bobbie1776: Haha. Breezepelt is being hated on a lot, but I don't hate him that much. Well, not in this story, anyway. In the original series I hated him because he was a dick to Jayfeather. Dx

QLKwriter: I tried to make it sweet, haha. :) Also, in your prediction, there were a few aspects that were correct, but I'm not going to tell you which. :) Anyway, thanks!

Splashyness: Haha, here is the update! :) Anyway, yeah, it was sweet of them to do that. :P

Amberflame805: Sounds like you love Breezepelt. xD He's pretty cool.

FanficTo-A-T: :o

Swimming Trees: I'm sowweh. D: Thistleclaw was Tigerstar's mentor, so I figured he would be important-ish I guess. Plus he's still in the Dark Forest. Thistleclaw died when the RiverClan patrol killed him, but he never died when he was in the Dark Forest, so he's still there. Also, I wouldn't make Firepaw a cripple- she's too damaged already. D:

Stream that Flows Around Rock: Omygosh. xD Breezepelt when he tried to wake Firepaw up was like, him actually trying to help her. I won't say any more, though.

Wood Cats: I hope Firepaw begins to love Tigerpaw as well. Also, Breezepelt really did have good intentions and was trying to help her by waking her up, but that's all I'm going to say. :)

Stealthfire: Yeah, it was sweet. :D

Frostfall: Thank you! :)

poopadoop: Ikr. At least Snowheart rests in StarClan! :D

Guest: Your reply made me laugh. xD But it's kinda true.

Coralstorm: Yeah, it's a shame. ): Also, thanks! :) And the gray-and-white tom was Thistleclaw, in case you didn't get the reference. :P

Scarletpool: Yay Snowheart! :D I tried to make it as cute as possible. :P

Guest: Well, here's the next update! :)

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A dark brown tabby tom was lying in the clearing, nibbling peacefully from a vole. His pale amber gaze swept across the clearing, ears flicking upwards in surprise and relief as he saw his sister returning, her blue eyes glowing happily. His sister had an assessment today, and he had hoped she had done well.

It had been a moon since the warrior ceremony for Amberflight and Dewfrost, and Firepaw was almost ready to start training again. It was a relief to see her eyes a bit more light, a bit less haunted. He knew that she still suffered from nightmares, but it was a bit better than before. There was no sign of any attacks, but Jayfeather, Lionblaze, Dovewing and Ivypool were acting wary around him and Firepaw.

Tigerpaw had already begun to work for quite a while, and muscles rippled beneath his thick fur and his amber eyes were narrowed in determination. Not only that, but the nursery was getting crowded again. He smiled softly in relief- it had been a few moons that ThunderClan had been without kits, and it was good.

His best friend's ex-mentor, Cherryfall, had given birth to Toadstep's kits a while ago. She gave birth to two little toms, one was white with little black spots, the other a dark red color. She had named the first one Pebblekit, and the second one Redkit. Not only that, but Dovewing had moved to the nursery, expecting Bumblestripe's kits. The pair had been delighted, especially Bumblestripe.

He opened his jaws, tasting the air. It smelled fresh, carrying the sweet aroma of flowers, yet also of new leaves and fresh soil. The sky was a pale blue color, dappled with fluffy white clouds that were in an assortment of different sizes and shapes. The sun shone bright, its brilliant light beaming down and illuminating the forest, filtering in through the cracks between trees and dappling the soft, earthy forest floor. There were still flecks of frost coating the trunks in the morning, along with a chilling breeze, but when the sun was out, it was warm. New-leaf was just on the horizon- it was almost there.

Prey was also plentiful, Tigerpaw thought, glancing at the fresh-kill pile. There were two sparrows, four mice and a large rabbit on it. They weren't all too stringy and skinny, and it was rare, yet refreshing to see birds on the pile that actually had some meat on their bones.

Spottedpaw waved her tail at her mentor, dropped two voles on the fresh-kill pile, before padding over to Tigerpaw. "Hey." She greeted him, her ears twitching with acknowledgement.

"Hi, Spottedpaw." He purred, nudging his vole towards her, "Want some?"

She shook her head no. "Well?" She meowed, sounding slightly impatient. "Aren't you going to ask me how my assessment went?"

Tigerpaw nodded rapidly, "Oh yeah." He meowed, tail twitching. "How was your assessment?" He asked, his eyes blinking thoughtfully. She had seemed quite happy, but yet there was an emotion lingering in her eyes- a bit of resentment, regret, longing, as if she really wished for something else.

The dappled she-cat grabbed a sparrow, before settling down and taking a large bite out of it. "It was okay." She finally meowed, before beginning to chew. The dark brown tom itched for details- but waited, deciding that if his sister were to tell him, then being patient would probably be a good way. "I managed to catch the two voles, and I think I did pretty well at the tree-climbing. During fighting, I messed up a little, because I was too slow to defend the blow that Owlpaw aimed at me." She winced, flushing a red color. "My mentor said I have to improve my fighting techniques."

The dark brown tom pushed his muzzle into his sister's fur, blinking kindly at her. "I'm sure you'll be great for your next assessment." He chided.

His sister didn't seem to hear him, but her blue gaze was fixated on the medicine cat's den. Her gaze lingered, and a cloudy longing and regret made her blue eyes darken. She did this a lot.

"Thanks," She seemed to force herself to meow. Jayfeather and Leafpool popped out of the medicine cat's den, and Spottedpaw seemed to brighten, just seeing them. She finished her vole in a few ravenous gulps, waved her tail goodbye at her brother, "I'm going to go see if Leafpool needs any help." Then she was up on her paws and running over to the medicine cat's den.

Tigerpaw blinked. His sister was here, talking about being warrior, one moment, and then the next she was in the medicine cat's den. He recalled seeing her there multiple times when he was sick- in fact she was always quite useful. She seemed to have a good memory for remembering herbs, and he saw her carrying a bundle of herbs between her jaws often.

Shock jolted him to his paws as he realized something. What if Spottedpaw wanted to be a medicine cat's apprentice? He thought, utterly surprised. She is always over there- but never spoke about it. Probably because only two cats can be medicine cats. She never seems to show any interest in toms either. Frowning slightly- he wondered if his sister had felt sad, and longing to be a medicine cat her whole life. He decided he would ask her about it later.

A blur of ginger fur caught his attention, and his face immediately lit up as he noticed Firepaw. Bounding over to her, he grinned slightly. "Hi, Firepaw!" He purred, and she glanced up. Her face twisted in fright, before the expression fell of her face and she smiled, grimacing a little.

"Hey." Was what she replied, before she brushed muzzles with him. As he stepped forward, the dark brown tabby could feel her quivering slightly.

Tigerpaw's stomach clenched, "Nightmares again?"

Looking miserable, the ginger she-cat nodded. "Yeah." She meowed softly.

"I'm sorry you had go to through that." Tigerpaw meowed sadly, lowering his head.

"It's okay." With that, the ginger she-cat padded away. She was kind to him, but she seemed so… lost. So different. So detached. Ever since the first nightmares had began, she would wake up screaming, and whimper at any noise. She had recovered from that phase, but Firepaw hardly spoke anymore. Her voice was always a soft whisper, and she always sounded frightened or helpless as she spoke. Like she knew something- but couldn't tell him.

The beautiful green-eyed she-cat had lost her confidence.

Sadly, Tigerpaw padded away from her. He vowed he would get her confidence back. His mind darkened, and his thoughts flickered to the dream that he had had the previous night. The whole morning, he had stood still, shaken by it, but at noon he had finally decided to dismiss it. However, talking to Firepaw, it brought up the dream again and he felt a wave of uncertainty and fear wash over him.

Ever since Firepaw had begun to have the nightmares, Tigerpaw had begun to feel different as well. It wasn't that he was having nightmares- but sometimes, just simply sitting in the middle of the clearing- he would get a sudden thought, a possibly that appeared in his mind. He would wonder what would happen if he killed someone. He felt compelled to do it, and he could practically taste the blood. Then the feeling would vanish, just as suddenly as it had come, and he would stand there, dizzy and thoroughly sickened and confused by what had just happened. He had never told anybody about it- Firepaw was the main priority right now. She was more important than him, and he didn't want to distract them from helping her.

It was dark, shadowy. There was no moon here. No stars. It was forlorn. Tigerpaw was standing still, and ahead of him was a gray-and-white tom. Thistleclaw. The apprentice didn't bother to ask himself how he knew the tom's name, it just didn't occur to him as odd inside of the dream.

"Thistleclaw," Tigerpaw meowed coolly, as if addressing someone below him. The dark brown tabby tom didn't feel like himself- more rather he was watching in his own body, but someone else was controlling it.

The gray-and-white tom dipped his head in respect, his whiskers brushing the ground as he leaned low. "Tigerstar," He meowed, his voice rumbling in his throat. "It is a relief to see you have finally come to your senses. I believe it had taken a while."

Irritation shot through the apprentice, and he bared his fangs. "When have I ever been astray?" He snarled, clearly unwilling to deal with the tiny bit of contempt that the older warrior held in his throat.

The spiky-furred tom's eyes flashed with resentment, but it quickly melted away into a mixture of fear and awe. He held his head low, murmuring two simple words, "Forgive me."

The dark brown tabby tom felt stronger than ever before- empowered by this place. These hallowed grounds where grass was wilted, there was no celestial sheen, and fear lurked behind every tree. He drew himself to his full height, his muscles rippling beneath his thick pelt, pale amber eyes glowing like two pin-points in the blackness. "The three have lost their powers. Without this prophecy- we will stand a chance this time." He meowed, sounding determined. "It was an unfair fight- it wasn't because we were weaker," He spat angrily, eyes narrowed coldly, "It was because those damned fools in StarClan had a prophecy on their side."

"Of course." Thistleclaw meowed, lifting his head, and fixing the dark tabby in an intense gaze. "But we can't try to recruit from the clans again. They are far too loyal to their pathetic warrior code and their foolish clanmates." He shook his head, "Fear is a strong, but love is the strongest weapon of all."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Tigerpaw roared, looming over Thistleclaw. Somehow, he had grown in height, such so that he towered over the gray-and-white warrior. "That fool Brokenstar did not understand just how strong their loyalties were. He never understood love, or any of that. It made him oblivious. He was ignorant. What we need are cats that have no ties, or even better, hatred, for the clans."

The gray-and-white tom tilted his head to the side, amber eyes gleaming in the gloom. "But what cats are there that hold a hatred for the clans? Those foolish cats may be weak, but they do know how to earn the loyalties of other cats." Thistleclaw hissed, his ears twitching.

The dark brown tabby narrowed his eyes in concentration, sitting down, wrapping his tail around his paws. His ears twitched as he noticed the shadowy figure of five cats. He immediately recognized each of their pelts. Thistleclaw, of course. A skinny white tom- Snowtuft. A slender dark silver and black striped tom, Darkstripe. A tortoiseshell, Mapleshade. And the last- a black tom with dark amber eyes. Breezepelt.

"Breezepelt," Tigerpaw snapped, eyes narrowed. "How have you failed on killing that pathetic Firestar? She was half-dead!" The black tom shrunk back a little, amber eyes flashing reproachfully.

That jolted his attention. Tigerpaw's consciousness flickered, and for a moment he felt as if he were in control of his own body. However, before he could take a step, everything switched and he felt trapped again, as if he were just watching. Anger boiled up inside of him, and he wanted to rip out Breezepelt's throat. He felt more scared than ever as he felt himself smile widely.

"No matter," Tigerpaw chuckled coldly, eyes narrowed. His laugh was the furthest thing from amusement. "You'll just have to prove your worth another way. I need you to find somebody, in all four clans, to be our alive link. Do not tell me who it is- tell Thistleclaw. He will approve it." The other cat inside of his body seemed conscious of the knowledge that this body was shared, and did not seem to want Tigerpaw to hear. "I can't go searching, as I am not in control of this pathetic tom during day-time. He is me, but that fool Firestar has poisoned his heart with love." The contempt in his voice as he spoke the cherished word, 'love', made his own heart twist.

"Y-yes, Tigerstar." Breezepelt nodded, looking extremely relieved.

"Thistleclaw will accompany you." Tigerpaw added, ears twitching.

"You, Mapleshade." Tigerpaw pointed an unusually long and sharp claw at the tortoiseshell-furred she-cat, and her eyes narrowed in focus as she glanced up who seemed to be their leader. "Take Snowtuft and Darkstripe with you, and call a meeting. Start practicing, and tell them that their leader is ready." His eyes gleamed darkly, "Tell them that Tigerstar is back."

The dark brown tom shifted his weight and beckoned Thistleclaw over. "Hurry, he is waking up." He muttered to the gray-and-white tom. "You must oversee them. Do not tell me any important parts of our plan." His pale amber eyes narrowed, "At least, not until I find a way to rid myself of… him."

Thistleclaw dipped his head, amber eyes flashing. "It's good to have you back." He growled, looking satisfied. "I will think of a way to separate the two of you. Or at least find a way to do something to his memories."

Tigerpaw jerked back to reality, shivering. The dream had felt so real- so completely, and utterly real. He was in his own body, but he couldn't control it. He knew so many things and recognized all these cats that he didn't know at all. And the worst part was that he didn't know why, or how.

He felt a burning gaze fixed on his back, and he shivered. Turning around, he saw that it was Jayfeather staring at him, his jay-blue eyes narrowed. Tigerpaw realized, that ever since the incident involving him and Firepaw, Jayfeather had begun to focus on the two of them. Not only that, but Lionblaze, Dovewing, and Ivypool seemed to be as well.

Tigerpaw's heart sank as he realized that even his father had begun to feel slightly untrusting of his own son. Or at least suspicious.

Jayfeather turned away, leaving Tigerpaw's fur ruffled.

"Mouse-brained medicine cat," The dark brown tabby tom muttered, but he felt thoroughly spooked. His dream was chilling, along with the awful, bewildering urges, and now the senior warriors, and medicine cats of his own clan begun to be untrusting of him? Not to mention the flash of fright that always dashed across Firepaw, his best friend, and what she didn't know- the cat he loved's face.

"Hi, Tigerpaw!" Two kits tumbled forward, looking excited. The first one was a skinny tom with white fur, with small black flecks. His eyes were bright amber. The second one had dark, russet, fox-red fur, accompanied by a pair of pale green eyes, similar to his father's. Pebblekit and Redkit.

The dark brown tabby tom rasped his tongue over his pelt quickly, before focusing on the two kits. "Hi Pebblekit and Redkit." He greeted them, ears twitching. "Is this your first time out of camp?" He asked.

Pebblekit bounced a little on his tiny paws, lashing his short but fluffy tail. "Yep!" He squeaked, looking happy.

"It's not my first time," Redkit piped up, his green eyes glittering with excitement. "I came out here yesterday, remember? When you were so determined to sleep, for like, ever!"

Pebblekit looked a little crestfallen, but he immediately beamed with excitement and energy again. "Tigerpaw, can you teach us a battle move?" He exclaimed.

Tigerpaw smiled softly, "You guys are still too young to be learning battle moves." He meowed quietly. Seeing their spirits fall, he quickly added, "But I can play moss-ball with you guys, if thats what you want."

"Yay!" Pebblekit squealed, "It's so boring, us being the only kits in the nursery."

"Yeah," Redkit poked his brother in the side playfully, eyes gleaming, "But new kits will be coming soon. Maybe you'll be mates with one of Dovewing's future kits!"

The white and black tabby tom opened his tiny mouth in protest, shaking his head wildly. "No way!" He exclaimed in disgust. "She-cat's are gross!"

Redkit giggled, darting to the medicine cat's den. "I'll get the moss-ball!"

"Okay!" Tigerpaw called after him.

As the three of them began to play, Tigerpaw began to relax slightly. Entertaining kits was such a simple thing to do- but it was so relaxing as well. It made him feel relieved, and also happy. It was fun to just be relaxing and playing with the kits. And it was a lot better than stressing about what was going on with him lately. Briefly, he wondered about him and Firepaw. Would they be mates in the future? Would they ever have kits? Would he get to be a father, teach his own kits, play with his own kits?

As he played, he realized that the more he played, the more he thought about it. He knew that Firepaw would be a great mother, and he would be the best father he could be. He hoped, someday, that there would be miniature Firepaw and Tigerpaw's running around their paws. He smiled softly at the thought.