A/N: Just wondering if y'all saw my last chapter. I never got the email to say I had published it so can you check if you've read Chapter 26 please!


Chapter 27:

"Get up, Ravenpaw." A gruff voice shook her back into consciousness.

The black she-cat blinked, getting a hold of her surroundings before noticing a grey pelt standing up straight and blue eyes staring down at her with a very frustrated look.

Ravenpaw let out a puff of grumpiness, her bones still aching from the previous fight. Whilst the group had got away generally unharmed, it had really tired them out and all had fell fast, fast asleep.

"C'mon," he grunted when she got to her paws, "Sightpaw wants us outta here by nightfall."

"Fair enough," she yawned widely, "I hate this place."

Pebblepaw grunted again. "Agreed."

Ravenpaw was prepared to ask which way they were going, but the sky was much clearer than it had been the previous day, shining brightly onto the the area the group was camping out in. She sniffed the air and pricked her ears, listening for any signs of the previous two-leg place cats to show up but found nothing. Relieved, she yawned and stretched before turning to Sightpaw who was ready to make an announcement.

"I don't think we're far out from getting out of this place now," he told them, "there's nothing to eat, so we're just gonna have to keep going."

The rest of the cats seemed disgruntled by this, suffering the same aches and bruises of the night before that Ravenpaw was. Apart from Snakepaw and Robinpaw, who were sitting a little way off from the group and down at their paws. Ravenpaw couldn't help but feel guilty at their entirely sorrowful looks, they were only young anyway.

Sighing, she turned back to Pebblepaw.

"Where's Duskpaw?" She asked, "and Swiftpaw…"

"Swiftpaw's over there," he jerked his head to where the she-cat was talking with Finchpaw and Softpaw. "No idea where Duskpaw is."

Frowning in annoyance, she said a quick farewell to the grey Streamclan cat and padded off to look for Duskpaw. Eventually, she found him, talking with Sightpaw. The two were in deep discussion, she didn't want to disturb them. Sighing, she went over to Blackpaw.

"You alright?" She asked once she had plopped down beside her brother.

"Huh?" The white tom was temporarily confused, "oh, yeah."

"Sure you are," she nudged his shoulder slightly, "did those cats get to you last night? You just seem… out of it."

"I'm fine," he snapped, frustrated, before realising his mistake. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get so antsy it's just…."

"This has to do with Snakepaw and Robinpaw, doesn't it?"

Blackpaw's blue gaze fixed on his sister's before returning to the floor.

"Yeah," he sighed, "it does." He paused before continuing, "it's just, before the journey, we used to be pretty close and stuff but now she's off screwing around with Snakepaw and I just kinda feel… lonely."

Ravenpaw looked at her paws. "I'm not really the best on relationship advice, I've never really been in one." She told him, "but… I guess you've just kinda gotta let Robinpaw do her own thing, y'know? Snakepaw is the only one who is remotely similar to her age wise…"

Blackpaw had remained silent when she was speaking, his gaze distant, as if her were thinking deeply for something else. Ravenpaw narrowed her eyes in confusion, she had thought that Blackpaw and Robinpaw were close… but maybe they weren't.

"Thanks but…" her brother trailed off, "it doesn't matter. I think the rest of the group wants us."

Blackpaw strutted out in front, sitting beside Duskpaw, though not saying anything to him. Ravenpaw sighed loudly, feeling tired and slightly annoyed at her brother's sudden behavioural change, Attempting to shake the conversation out of her head, she padded up to rejoin the rest of the group.

"Who put a worm in his fresh-kill?" Asked Swiftpaw with a scoff.

"Who? Blackpaw?" Ravenpaw sighed again, "he's just in a bad mood about last night."

"Can't blame him," snorted the Fireclan she-cat, "those mangy pelts were a real pain."

Softpaw hummed an agreement beside her and, whilst Ravenpaw did the same, her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking back to the dream she had had the night before the attack. Where had she been? When she looked down, had it been the lake that she saw? So many questions buzzed around in her brain.

'It feels like every time we get closer to Twilight,' She thought to herself, 'I need answers to more and more questions.'

'You will have answers,' said a familiar voice.

Frustrated, Ravenpaw couldn't even be bothered to question how Stream was communicating with her in her mind.

'But when?' If she could yell in her mind, then she was doing it now. 'You keep saying this but never do anything!'

No reply.

"Ravenpaw?" Softpaw called from a distance away, "you coming?"

Alarmed, Ravenpaw realised that everyone had already began to head off, leaving her a lone with her thoughts.

'Screw you, Stream.' She added before rushing off to join up with the rest of the group.


"Caw!" Cried Pebblepaw, "it's too warm!"

"Stop complaining," Softpaw growled back light heartedly.

The group had been walking for a while, it was just past sunhigh and everyone seemed to be in higher spirits at the thought of getting out of the two-leg place. Much to Ravenpaw's relief, they hadn't encountered any more hostile cats. Then again, they hadn't encountered any peaceful ones either. Sightpaw had took the lead, talking to both Duskpaw and Silencepaw. Darkpaw was conversing with Blackpaw who kept throwing looks over at Snakepaw and Robinpaw who were happily skipping along behind, last night's fiasco forgotten. Beside them was Finchpaw who was chatting away whist Ravenpaw was at the back, inbetween Streamclan apprentices.

The amount of twoleg dens were beginning to space out now; greenery was returning to view and they had seen birds that weren't actually pigeons. There was only one problem; everyone was starving. No one had eaten since the prior night and, in between the fight and the fast paced walk, everyone's stomach was growling like mad.

The blindingly bright sun was the only thing keeping everyone going. Sightpaw had convinced the group they needed to keep walking or they'd never get out of the damned place.

Something filled Ravenpaw's nose as they turned a corner that directly exposed the sun. It was a very foreign scent, distant too. She sniffed again, hoping to get another whiff of it. Though her ears were her overpowering sense most of the time, even her nose could catch the smell that drifted from the sun's direction.

"What is that?" Demanded Snakepaw, "someone tell me what that smell is!"

"No one knows what that is!" Growled Swiftpaw, "what a mouse-brain!"

"What did you just call me?" The dark tabby snarled, claws unsheathed.

The white she-cat didn't seem fazed. "I called you a mouse-brain, mouse-brain!"

"You are in for it now!" Snakepaw prepared to leap before being slammed into the ground.

"Stop it! Both of of you, stop it!" Finchpaw growled at the two, Ravenpaw had never seen the golden she-cat so frustrated before. "If everyone keeps fighting with each other then we'll never make it to Twilight."

"This is ridiculous!" Snarled Snakepaw, "all of this! It's just some stupid fantasy you she-cats want to believe in because you all still feel guilty for what Amberstar did!"

This was it, Ravenpaw observed the group, all the tension between each other along with the battle with the twoleg place cats had built up to this moment. All the prophecy cats stepped up, glowering angrily at the younger Shadeclan apprentice. Snakepaw evenly matched their irate expressions with a smug look. Other cats, like Robinpaw, hung back.

"See," sneered the tom, "all of this Starclan fox-dung is just you lot knowing all the mistakes you make! I know about the fight between Fireclan and Breezeclan," Snakepaw looked at Ravenpaw, "I know that it only happened because your mother couldn't control herself-"

Ravenpaw wasn't entirely sure what had happened' one moment she was routed to the spot and the next she and Blackpaw were being pulled off Snakepaw as the others snarled at him.

"Don't you dare speak ill of my mother!" Roared Ravenpaw.

Blackpaw snarled in agreement, "Flowerheart was a great cat."

"If she was so great then why did she go mate with another tom? A tom that wasn't your father?"

If looks could kill then Snakepaw would've been killed three times over. Blackpaw, Ravenpaw and even Duskpaw were snarling insults at the Shadeclan tom who smugly grinned back.

Robinpaw shifted uncomfortably on her paws. "He's… he's got a point."

Every pair of eyes turned to the white chested apprentice standing in front of them. Ravenpaw physically reeled back, how could she? Ravenpaw had never known the younger Breezeclan she-cat to be outspoken when it came to the code but… this?

Blackpaw had hesitated and then turned to walk in the direction of the journey, many other cats followed him apart from Ravenpaw, Finchpaw, Swiftpaw and Pebblepaw.

"I never wanted to come," Snakepaw growled at the remaining cats.

Robinpaw looked at the floor.

"You followed us, you overheard us." Finchpaw was furious, "we had no choice but to drag you along."

"You stayed too," Ravenpaw added, "doesn't that mean anything?"

"Nothing." The tom answered flatly. "I'm not staying anymore because, y'know what? Robinpaw and I found some alley cats, cats who wanted us around! I'll go back to them."

"That's where you two went?" Swiftpaw was bursting, "when we were fighting?"

The two nodded, Robinpaw more meeker than the pride that Snakepaw showed.

"Go with them then." Ravenpaw told the two flatly, "see if we care."

The rest of the apprentices didn't stick around to find out what they did, they continued towards the sun and to that strange scent ahead of them.

Ravenpaw slumped down a bit, the memory of Flowerheart surging to the forefront of her mind. She felt so betrayed by Robinpaw, how could she do this.

Something took her off guard though.

A silhouette of a cat raced ahead and stood in front of the group. They stood on the boundary of a twoleg den and a large, green field. A notion flickered inside Ravenpaw as the silhouette ran up to Blackpaw; Robinpaw was still a good cat.


A/N: Jeez Snakepaw, I didn't mean to write you as such a dick but I guess that happened, whoops.

Sorry if this chapter's a bit short, I was gonna join it with the last one but it would've been too long then.

QOTC- What's your opinion on Robinpaw?