"So, Rainfur, what is it that happened in that Clan?" Tigerpelt asked, just as he had been doing for the past two days. They were nearly there, as Jactur had told Rain, and the tabby tom insisted in figuring it out.

"Er…well, nothing important," Rain lied, just as he'd been doing for a while. Jactur sighed.

You know what? Tigerpelt has seen worse, and I have a feeling that evil 'king' is going to figure it out anyways. Go ahead and tell them. Jactur growled. It will at least shut this stupid guy up.

"If they already figured out your power, something must have happened," Tigerpelt pointed out again.

"Y-yeah…" Rain murmured. "I just don't like talking about it…"

"It couldn't have been that bad," Tigerpelt urged.

"I almost destroyed a…" Rain paused, acting as if he was searching for the right word.

Don't tell him about those creatures, Jactur warned.

"Well, I'm not sure what the right word for that rank is," Rain explained. "I think it was something similar to a deputy. Anyway, I almost killed her in a very torturous way. And I almost killed a powerful leader too." Tigerpelt chuckled.

"You've done worse," the tabby tom pointed out. Rain's ears perked and he tilted his head.

"Really?" Rain asked.

"Yes," Tigerpelt answered. "You've killed a whole band of rogues before, and not in the prettiest way possible. You killed a leader, and took eight lives of another leader and gave them to a few other cats you'd killed." Rain blinked.

"That's a lot more than I expected," Rain murmured.

"You are quite famous back in the Clans," Tigerpelt pointed out. "A lot of cats are scared of you. However, there are many who stand by your side." Rain tilted his head again.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because they trust you," Tigerpelt answered. "A lot of cats back then did for some reason. Apparently, you were the only one who knew the answer to that question." Tigerpelt gave him a smile before continuing forward down the path.

As Rain walked, he watched the sun sink deeper upon the horizon and thought of what would happen next. Also, he began to wonder why Tigerpelt was being so nice to him.

He's just trying to get information out of you, Jactur warned. Sharpmoon will want to know if you've evolved any further so that he'll have warning when Stormheart does so. Rain nodded in understanding, but he felt bad about it.

Soon, the forest was in their sights. It was beautiful, and the familiarity that Rain felt when he saw it made his heart beat faster. They soon entered as the sky darkened and stars began to show. The scent changed so that they smelled fish. Lots and lots of fish.

RiverClan, Jactur told him. They're known for their fishing techniques. Bravestar was your friend here.

Was? Rain asked, his eyes narrowed.

Yeah, he died during battle protecting your mate and kits, Jactur explained. But anyway, I believe we've got a bit more traveling to do before we get to where I'm guessing we're going. Rain nodded once more before he noticed that Tigerpelt had stopped.

"What are we waiting for?" Rain asked, tilting his head. His eyes were bright with curiosity.

"The RiverClan patrol," Tigerpelt explained. "They'll be escorting us through their territory since none of us originate from this Clan." They waited only a few heart-beats before dark silhouettes found their way in the distance. They became closer and clearer until Rain could see all their faces.

"Is Rainfur here?" asked a large grey tom with dark blue eyes.

"Yes," answered Tigerpelt. The tabby tom moved out of the way for the others to see him. Many gasped in shock, looking at him as if he'd woken from the dead.

Logically, you did, Jactur pointed out.

Yeah, yeah, Rain murmured. However, his attention was drawn to a black she-cat with white streaks that stood beside the massive grey tom, and the young golden tom that stood beside her.

The she-cat is Cloudstreak, and the tom is Duskkit—one of the three kit's you carried all the way to RiverClan in a blizzard. He must have a different name now, though. Jactur explained.

I did that? asked Rain, almost gasping aloud. What on Earth for?

You did it for a she-cat named Thorntail—she was your mentor back when you were an apprentice…but she was injured during a battle and couldn't look after the kits after giving birth so you took them to the father in RiverClan, said Jactur.

Oh, wow, said Rain, I had no idea.

"The moon is almost brighter than the sky," the massive grey tom called out. "We must get moving." Tigerpelt nodded, and so the Clan was off.

Rain was now surrounded by a lot of cats, all of them somewhat familiar, yet just too far away for him to recognize. It made his head lower and his tail drag on the ground, for the tension in the air was too think for him to deal with it.

So, idiotically, Rain attempted to listen to Cloudstreak and Duskkit's conversation.

"…exactly like her…" Duskkit was saying.

"…was the point, Duskfpelt…" Cloudstreak hissed.

"…he remember us…?" Duskkit—or pelt—asked.

"…would have said something…" Cloudstreak pointed out.

"…shocked to really—" Duskpelt said

"…memories, mouse-brain!" Cloudstreak interrupted.

"…my life, so I feel like I need to…" Duskpelt whispered.

"…would kill you immediately if you tried to…" Cloudstreak hissed.

"…Demonfang will be broken once she…" Duskpelt murmured.

"…regain his memories before that…" Cloudstreak told him.

Rain stopped listening as a raging headache suddenly erupted in his head. He winced, but continued walking in fear that someone would notice him eavesdropping.

Idiot, Jactur hissed. If you try to figure out your memories, you'll hurt yourself. Rain sighed, still anxious about what was to come. Sharpmoon wanted to kill him, Jactur wanted to take back Rain's memories, and everyone else was too stunned to know what was really going on.

Rain tried to become invisible the rest of the way there, his head still throbbing as he his mind wondered to how he knew Duskpelt and Cloudstreak. From what Jactur had told him, Rain had taken Duskpelt—who at the time was a kit— to another Clan, but he was still curious and wanted to know more. And what about the pretty she-cat? Was the she-cat a close friend, or perhaps a crush—or even forbidden love that he could never have?

Another pulse of pain rippled through his body, making him wince once more. Jactur yelled at him and began to lecture, but Rain ignored that. Just thinking about what his life might have been made him nervous, and at the same time, excited. Anxious.

Eventually, they came upon a fallen tree. The massive tom went first, along with Cloudstreak and Duskpelt. After that, Tigerpelt lead Rain across, aware of the slippery wood. The grey and white sighter walked easily across as if it were second nature. That scared him.

Tigerpelt continued leading him through the brush before they finally walked into a clearing. Several gazes watched him as he walked forward to the middle, doing as he was told.

"Stay here," Tigerpelt told him. "Sharpmoon will want everyone to see it happen." Tigerpelt paused, as if waiting for Rain to ask something. But the grey and white warrior only nodded.

The tabby tom left the clearing, which meant Rain was a least four fox-lengths away from another cat. He felt vulnerable, as if something was going to come from the sky and attack him.

"Sharpmoon, why is he here—alive?" asked a ginger tom upon the lowest branch. His amber eyes were narrowed tightly as Rain watched him. "You told us he was dead—you lied to us!"

That's Flamepelt, or Flamestar now, Jactur told him. He was a spy, and probably still is. Oh, and the massive tom is Wolfstar, and the skinny light ginger tabby tom is Snakestar, while the black she-cat is Blackstar. Those are the ones you need to remember.

"He was supposed to die," Sharpmoon hissed. "As you saw, he was fatally wounded. Any normal cat would have died immediately after the injury was given. However, Rainfur was not."

Search for his eyes, Jactur instructed. Look into Sharpmoon's eyes if you want to regain your memories. Rain did as commanded and tried to lock his gaze with the dark tabby tom's. However, Sharpmoon knew what he was doing, and so he avoided the grey and white warrior.

"You still lied," Wolfstar pointed out, glaring at Sharpmoon. The dark blue gaze of the RiverClan leader switched to Rain. "Rainfur, what do you last remember happening to you here?" Rain hesitated to answer, his tail under his tail. With the cats being so high, he felt so low.

"S-Sharpmoon tried to k-kill me," Rain stuttered. "A-and then T-tigerpelt lead m-me s-somewhere unsa-afe…"

"You remembered?" Tigerpelt asked, his eyes wide. Rain nodded. "But then why did you come with me?"

"J-Jactur told me I-I need to c-come back," Rain answered. Gasps of shock and disbelief echoed behind him. Wolfstar and Ravenstar narrowed their eyes.

"Jactur is still alive?" Blackstar asked, her deep voice scaring Rain even further. The grey and white warrior nodded bleakly.

"From the b-beginning, yeah…" Rain murmured as he took a few steps back.

"Can you control him?" Wolfstar asked. Rain hesitated before shaking his head.

"W-we try, but we cann-not fu-ully control-l ourse-elves," Rain answered. More gasps filled the tension-filled air.

"He must be killed!" Someone from the crowd yelled.

"He cannot be trusted!" Another pointed out.

"And that is what I intend to do," Sharpmoon hissed, quieting them quickly. "It was not I who wished to interrogate them." He glared at the other leaders before jumping off of his branch and making his way to the ground. After that, he walked forward toward Rain.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance," Sharpmoon growled, his gaze searing through Rain's. However, he soon moved away, being smart about allowing Rain to take his memories back.

"Rainfur, fight him!" hissed a familiar voice. Rain looked in that direction, his eyes wide as he searched for the owner of the voice. A brown and white tom with emerald green eyes stood with a she-cat who looked exactly like Jactur was what he found. He knew them. Their names and why he knew them were gone from his memory, but he was sure he knew them from somewhere.

Rain looked back to Sharpmoon, suddenly becoming aware that the tabby tom was sprinting toward him. The grey and white sighter gasped, shrinking further to the ground.

Rain, what are you doing? Jactur asked. He's right there! Meet his gaze! Rain shook his head. He was afraid, and as he made himself seem smaller, he figured out just how weak he must have looked to these cats who thought he was some sort of monster.

Sharpmoon suddenly lunged straight toward him, and so Rain allowed his instincts to take over. He quickly moved out of the way with enough speed for two lifetimes before hooking his paw around the dark tabby tom's leg. The leader tumbled to the ground, allowing Rain to dash forward and pin him to the ground.

The grey and white sighter forced his gaze to meet with Sharpmoon's, and soon he found that he was up against a familiar brick wall. Rain searched for a way to break through it, but before he could find it, he heard a voice. It longed for him, which forced the wall to shake.

Suddenly, the wall exploded, and a river of memories flowed into him. He felt as if he were being drowned by the memories as they pushed themselves in alignment. Rain's headache had returned, but he could feel it was going to be a lot worse than that. He cried out, but as darkness engulfed him, he knew that this was only the beginning.

Demonfang

Demonfang watched in fear as she saw her father fall to the ground unconscious. Her disordered thoughts continued to tangle within themselves, but they were pushed aside. Now the only thought that was going through her head was: That's my father.

As the moments passed, however, she managed to go back to her previous thoughts. Everyone's afraid of him, but he's so cowardly! He can't even stand up without whimpering because of all the authority he's facing! Was he truly what everyone made him out to be?

Jactur…that was the crazy tom. He was the one everyone feared. And he's uncontrolled—but why? Didn't he learn how to control Jactur a long time ago? And why did Jactur want him here? What…What happened out there? Why does he have more scars, and such ignorant eyes?

Demonfang looked to Stormheart for more answers, but his gaze lay only on his brother. His piercing green eyes were narrowed and he was on his paws, ready to pounce if Sharpmoon thought about finishing his task.

Sharpmoon had pushed Rain off him, and was now looking at the grey and white warrior with complete and utter disgust. The tabby tom raised his paw for the kill, but Stormheart ran forward and stood between his brother and Sharpmoon's claws.

The dark tabby tom paused, his eyes narrowed on to Stormheart as he said, "What a stupid little tom you are. Don't you know that what you are doing is pointless? These cats are all afraid of him, and so he will die as a danger to the Clans." Stormheart's tail was lashing, and his teeth were bared.

"Rainfur will not die, for as long as I am alive, I will protect him!" the brown and white warrior hissed. Sharpmoon put his paw down.

"You will obey me, Stormheart," Sharpmoon hissed.

"I will obey no one but Matar!" Stormheart snapped back.

"Well then prepare to die!" Sharpmoon growled, raising his paw once more.

"No!" Demonfang cried. She dashed forward and pushed Sharpmoon away from Stormheart. Her claws were unsheathed, and her eyes were narrowed. "You will not take anything more away from me!" Sharpmoon got back up and growled lowly before looking up to Flamestar.

"Control your warriors and get them out of my sight!" he hissed. Flamestar just blinked. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't believe it would end without death," Flamestar pointed out. "Demonfang still has no control over her anger, and we know not of what Stormheart will do if you threaten his brother." Sharpmoon bared his teeth.

"So you're a coward!" Sharpmoon yowled. Flamestar ducked hishead.

"No, I am just cautious of what could happen," Flamestar said. There was silence after that. No one spoke as Rain slept soundly behind Stormheart and Demonfang.

"I'll just have to do it—"

Something interrupted Sharpmoon. Spheres…small round circle things floated around the island, all of them a different colour. A large yellow one floated just by the tree while the others continued to scare the Clan cats easily.

Demonfang looked closer after a few moments, finding that there were ghosts surrounding each of the sphere. They looked like cats, but they had wings. Feathery wings, just like a bird.

Stormheart's eyes were wide as they looked at the spheres. He even took a few steps back as one floated toward him. Eventually, a dark blue one got a bit too close, and so the brown and white tom easily jumped forward and pinned it to the ground. That's what Demonfang assumed anyway.

"What are you?" Stormheart asked, looking down at what seemed only the ground. "Why have you come here?" The sphere stayed still, but it shook as the ghost struggled.

"Ah, so you can seem them clearly as well?" asked a sly voice from the tree. Stormheart and Demonfang looked up to find a bat-like cat standing on one of the highest branches. "You must be related to Rain, then." The yellow eyes of the black tom seemed to lock onto Stormheart's gaze, but nothing happened.

Soon, the spheres all revealed their true form. They were cats with feathery wings, and all of them flew over to the tree easily and picked a spot. The other leaders rushed over to Sharpmoon immediately, unaware of what these creatures could do.

"Who are you?" Sharpmoon asked, his amber eyes narrowed.

"I am Negro, King of the Flock of Subir," the black tom answered. "I have come from an island not far from where the grey and white tom over there has lived for many moons." Whispers and gasps echoed, and Demonfang found herself alert once more. She didn't trust them at all.

"What are you?" asked Snakestar. "We have never seen creatures like yourself."

"Volans," Negro answered. "We were created after the Dark Forest and StarClan destroyed each other generations ago."

"Preposterous!" screeched Mudroot. "StarClan has had contact with me for moons!" The Volans looked at the small brown tom.

"That it is an idiotic assumption," Negro growled. Then he looked back to Sharpmoon. "We have come to make a deal. You see, our island is very small, but we are rapidly expanding." Sharpmoon bared his teeth and unsheathed his claws.

"This land is ours, and you will have to fight us if you wish to take it!" Sharpmoon yowled.

"I don't wish for a bloody battle," Negro said calmly. "Only a deal. You see, if I have some of the land, I will not bother you at all." Sharpmoon growled.

"These Clans have settled here since Firestar's era!" Sharpmoon hissed. "I will not allow evil creatures of the dark take it over!"

"Then your cats will die." Negro growled, now frowning.

"I will die six more times before I allow you to hurt any cat you see here!" Sharpmoon growled. "I will protect them with the lives given to me by StarClan!" Demonfang's eyes widened. After all he did to them, he still wanted to protect them?

Negro jumped into the sky and flapped his wings, allowing him to fly quickly toward Sharpmoon. In what seemed like a flash, the tabby tom was on the ground with blood oozing out of his neck. Demonfang gasped, backing up quickly as she widened her eyes.

Those movements were so fast! Demonfang thought. From the sky, he could do anything! Sharpmoon was not dead, though. As Negro stood staring at the body, Sharpmoon rose and lunged toward the bat-like Volan. Negro flew upward before attempting to strike once more.

Another tom jumped into the fray, however. Demonfang couldn't see who it was, but the tom managed push Negro out of the sky and onto the ground where he pinned the bat-like cat to the ground. Negro hissed and kicked the tom's stomach and jump back into the sky, but the tom still managed to pull the bat-like leader down with his claws and pin him down once more.

"Get off me, peasant!" Negro hissed. Demonfang's eyes widened once more as she figured out exactly who the tom was. Stormheart. He was different though—his eyes were a ghostly grey, and the crescent moon on his shoulder had become full once more.

"Not going to happen," Stormheart hissed. "What you're are doing is unjustified, which means my powers have ignited." Negro's eyes narrowed.

"So you are related to Rain," Negro growled. "And yet you are stronger." Stormheart didn't answer. He just held the tom down. They stared at each other for many moments, a silence ringing in the air.

Suddenly, Negro moved faster than Demonfang could see. Blood oozed out of a gash on Stormheart's face, though it was too close to his eye for him to ignore it. Negro flew upward, too high for Stormheart to reach. The brown and white tom hissed with irritation, pacing underneath Negro.

"If you do not wish to make a deal with us, then we will take this land as our own." Negro announced. "Kill them all!" The black bat-like tom dove, the other Volans following quickly afterword. Demonfang avoided them, but she heard many that did not.

The Volans were unlike anything they'd ever fought before. They dove, gave a vicious blow, and then went straight back up again to be safe from the cats' claws. Several cats died as quickly as blinking an eye, and Demonfang could only watch.

"Stop!" screeched an unfamiliar voice. Negro looked toward the noise as a silver flash sped toward him. Both cats—well, Volans, really, went tumbling to the ground. Eventually, the silver Volan had Negro pinned.

"By the order of the Prince of the Subir Flock, everyone here must to stop!" the silver Volan hissed.