A/N: Hi again! Still in that "almost finished" period, so I'll try to update quickly. And, I apologize for not updating last weekend, I was making a little warriors generator instead! If you want to find your life as a warrior, why not go and check it out?

Oh, and one more thing: I'm going to do a 100 one-shot challenge soon! When I finish this story, prepare for a troll fiction and one-shot collection, plus more chapters of the fifth clan. Now enjoy this chapter, this story is coming to an end very soon! Prepare to be surprised, I don't think anyone would have expected this ending!

Sparrowsong's eyes snapped open at the sound of Riverkit's voice. Other cats were shifting around, woken by the yelling. The other kits shot Riverkit annoyed glares, but she continued to chant: "They're coming, they're coming!"

Eventually, Sparrowsong lowered her head to match with her kit's small height. "Who's coming?" She asked, desperate to keep her voice steady, though she could feel herself trembling with a certainty that there was something truly wrong. Riverkit didn't stop chanting, and Redkit bowled over her. "What's the matter with you?!" He shouted, though his voice was pitched up with worry.

Riverkit's eyes went blank, and she stumbled to regain her balance. She shook her head gently, and looked up. "I'm sorry…" She rasped, "We're all… going to… die…"

"This isn't funny!" Owlkit squeaked indignantly, but Riverkit had gone unconscious. Sparrowsong's ears pinned to the back of her head as she heard a faint battle cry from far in the distance. The voice sounded familiar… if anything it must be… "Hawkeyes," She squeaked out.

"Sparrowsong, what's going on?" Lilyfeather asked nervously. Sparrowsong turned to her friend, eyes sparking with fear, "They're here," she murmured. "The battle has begun."

"What battle?" Redkit and Wolfkit asked in union. Owlkit and Silverkit shrank into their mother's fur frightfully at the word 'battle'. Sparrowsong scrambled to her paws. "No time to explain," She meowed. "I have to warn the clan. Protect the nursery at all costs!"

"I will!" Redkit exclaimed, and he unsheathed his kit claws proudly. Sparrowsong looked to Lilyfeather and Leafmist, who both nodded at her. "We will protect them best we possibly can."

"Please do…" She mewed, and she darted outside and onto the highrock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath to highrock to hear my words!"

Several cats began stumbling out of their dens groggily. To be fair, it was still late at night, but this was very important, much more important than sleep. "I know I'm not leader," Sparrowsong started, as every cat settled under the rock, "But I have an important announcement to make."

Murmurs rippled through the clan, as everyone began to grow anxious and apprehensive. Sparrowsong looked in the direction of Shadowclan, and began to bristle. "I think the battle is here," She announced silently. "They are attacking Shadowclan."

"What?!"

"This can't be!"

"We aren't ready yet!"

Sparrowsong lashed her tail for silence. "I know this came much sooner than planned," She snarled. "But we can't pretend it isn't here. Everyone, form three patrols to head to Shadowclan. We need at least five cats to guard the camp."

Cats pushed and shoved, but eventually formed three groups, and six others scattered around the camp. "I will lead a group, Pricklestar will lead a group, and Oceanfall will lead a group." Sparrowsong instructed. "We will split up, but we have to all meet up at Shadowclan camp."

Pricklestar jumped up beside her. "I'm afraid it's too late for that," He meowed nervously. "Look…"

Sparrowsong followed her leader's gaze, and saw the evil Starclan cats driving Shadowclan warriors into Thunderclan territory. "Oh no," she managed to whisper, but raised her voice. "Heatherstorm, I want you to get help from Windclan." The brown tom nodded and sprinted away. "And Dawnheart, you get Riverclan. The rest of you, help Shadowclan!"

The Thunderclan cats let out battle screeches and launched themselves at the attacking Starclan cats. Sparrowsong leapt down and searched for a particular cat. She eventually saw Hawkfrost standing at two dead bodies, and was slashing at a Thunderclan cat's throat. Nausea welled up in her as she recognized Pricklestar. "No!" She wailed, and sprinted to her leader's assistance. As hard as she could she sank her claws into Hawkeyes's flank, and he jumped back with a startled yelp.

Pricklestar lay shaking on the ground, and went limp soon after. Sparrowsong realized with horror that it was his last life, and that this time he wouldn't get back up. Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned to his attacker. "I will get you for this." She vowed aloud, causing Hawkeyes to smirk at her. "I'd like to see you try."

Sparrowsong screamed with rage and she rammed into her enemy so hard that he tumbled over and sprawled out on the ground. Hawkeyes got up, eyes blazing, and ran up to shove Sparrowsong down, pinning her. Sparrowsong struggled, and then used a back leg to claw at his exposed belly. Hawkeyes stumbled backward, and snarled. "I don't have time for you." He growled.

"Well I do," Sparrowsong retorted, huffing.

"Oh, but don't you want to save your precious kits?" He asked smugly, and Sparrowsong turned to noticed that three cats, two toms and a she-cat were attacking the nursery. "This isn't over!" She swore, and she rushed over to the nursery, where Lilyfeather and Leafmist were attacking the cats with no avail.

Sparrowsong brought her claws against each of the cats' backsides, and each turned their heads, grimacing. "How dare you attack helpless kits," she bared her fangs with menace. One of the cat's eyes glittered with amusement. "And you'll do what about it?"

As an answer, she leapt onto the cat and sank her teeth forcefully into his neck. The tom plummeted to the ground, and disappeared into nothing but a stain of blood on the grass. The other cats stared at her, and began to run with a fear of becoming nothing. Never once had Sparrowsong felt so powerful, but it seemed as if her strength had increased tenfold.

"Sparrowsong…" She heard Lilyfeather whisper.

"What?" She demanded crossly. "I need to help defend in the battle."

"I think Riverkit is-"Lilyfeather didn't need to continue, for Sparrowsong had already shoved past her and to her limp kit. Riverkit lay slumped on the ground, deep gashes on her side and blood pooling around her. She stared at the kit for an instant, and shook with grief. "No…" She whispered, and she checked desperately for a heartbeat. Nothing. The other kits hid in a corner, eyes full of fear, watching as more cats battled outside.

"I will mourn for you, Riverkit," Sparrowsong sighed. "But there are important things I must do, I will come back."

Before any other cat could say anything else, she sprinted out of the den into the open air. The battle was raging on louder than ever, and blood stained the grass red. Sparrowsong saw a Starclan cat attacking Rileyheart, and she instinctively jumped to her sister's defense. Or at least she tried to. An unfamiliar cat had butted into her, and she found herself lying on the ground moments after. Sparrowsong jumped up and spat at the attacking tom, soon driving her claws onto his face. The tom yowled with pain, and Sparrowsong lifted her claw to deliver the finishing blow, when she was knocked over again.

An amber-eyed she-cat stood over her, jaws bared in a snarl. Unlike Hawkeyes's pin, this cat held Sparrowsong's back legs down as well. Sparrowsong thrashed and struggled but the she-cat's grip didn't loosen. She just stared down at Sparrowsong evilly. "I'm sure you think you're something," The attacker snickered. "But when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing, and I mean nothing."

Sparrowsong's eyes widened with horror as she saw long dog-like claws draw close to her; slowly and teasingly. She squeezed her eyes shut, ready for the end, when suddenly the weight lifted off of her. She blinked her eyes open again and saw a new figure standing over her. Her jaw dropped when she saw him. "Cherryclaw?"

"Hey, Sparrowpaw," He smiled. "I thought you needed some help."

"Help?" Sparrowsong echoed, and just after the clouds opened up to show a slowly rising sun, and new cats poured from it; the good Starclan cats. Many heads turned and some battles stopped, as the shining cats came down from the sky. The evil cats' pelts bristled, and Hawkeyes stood up at the head of the battle. "What is the meaning of this?"

Moonberry was the first to land, and her eyes met Hawkeyes's. "This. Is. Wrong."

Hawkeyes glared at her, and the other cats that fell in behind her. He clambered onto a tree and looked down superiorly at the other cats. "Looks like we have two targets now!" Hawkeyes bellowed, "Continue attacking!"

And just like that, the battle started again, but this time the numbers of the bad cats were inferior. Sparrowsong wound up back up in a battle, and this time she was attacking a pale black tom. The cat threw himself at her, but Sparrowsong ducked just a hair out of the way, leaving the tom to tumble across the bloody earth.

He staggered upward; fur matted, breaths heavy, and glowered at Sparrowsong with piercing green eyes. Sparrowsong hissed and let her neck furs bristle, making herself look slightly bigger than she was. The tom drew his upper lip back in a snarl, and grew ready to strike. His eyes gave away his target of Sparrowsong's flank, and just before he could reach her she moved her rump out of the way, causing him to stumble yet again. She pinned the faltering tom and without hesitation gave him a pair of claws to the throat.

The mound of black fur disappeared into thin air, and Sparrowsong looked around for more enemies. She gasped as she saw Hawkeyes battling Moonberry, where Moonberry was obviously losing. She darted over to her mother, but was stopped by a pair of jaws in her half-tail. She yelped as her almost-healed wound opened up again, and she turned to see an apprenticed sized Starclan cat with his teeth lodged into her. "Get off!" She shrieked, aware that Hawkeyes had Moonberry in a pin. The young cat didn't budge, and she kicked him off forcefully and shoved past other cats to get to Moonberry.

When she got close enough she thrust Hawkeyes off of her mother, but the tom only smirked. Moonberry lay unmoving on the grass, and Sparrowsong pressed an ear to her mother's chest, feeling her heart slowly dramatically. She got up with horror, eyebrows furrowing with worry. "Moonberry, don't die!" She wailed, "I'll never forgive myself if you do!"

Moonberry's eyes struggled open, and the dying she-cat looked at her daughter kindly. "It was… an honor," She coughed blood onto herself. Sparrowsong willed her mother not to finish the sentence, but she did anyway, "To help… you." And with that, her eyes glazed and she disappeared into nothingness.

Sparrowsong crouched over the empty space full of grief. She bit back a wail as she stared at the bit of blood on the ground. She pulled her head to face Hawkeyes, her eyes flaming with rage. "Unforgivable…" She murmured, and then repeated again, "UNFORGIVABLE!"

Hawkeyes looked undaunted, just staring with amusement. Sparrowsong screeched with fury as she bowled onto Hawkeyes, and he let out a yelp of surprise. "I will NEVER forgive you!" She screamed, and began clawing his chest as powerfully as she could. Hawkeyes's chest pooled up with blood, and his eyes began to slowly glaze, but she kept clawing. She would never forgive him for what he did to her.

Then she felt something inside of her, almost like an actual flame. She fell over and writhed with pain as she felt her insides burning. She then heard a voice in her head, and she soon recognized it as Moonberry's. Avenge me; she said in Sparrowsong's mind, you have the power to end with war.

Sparrowsong started to recognize the burning as power, like a fire flowing evenly through her veins, providing more power than ever imaginable. She willed herself to lift off the ground, and her body answered her command. Sparrowsong felt the ground leave her paws, and she matched height with the rising sun. She looked down at her paws, and found them flickering from bold to shining, from living to dead.

She imagined a thunderstorm, and the sky obeyed her wishes. Many cats let out startled gasps, as they looked upon Sparrowsong; the flying cat. She let out a breath, and as she did so it began to rain. I can do anything; she thought to herself, I'll end this war.

She shut her eyes and pictured a forest. It was a dark place with murky waters, dying plants, and lots of fog. She put no prey into her imagined land, she didn't think to do so, and with so much as a blink, she could tell her dreamland with real.

"Cats of the clans," She boomed, her voice thunder from the storm. "It is time I end this war once and for all! I will separate everyone, and there won't be any hesitation. It's time Starclan is finally divided; the cats that fought on our side will have a perfect home again, where they will live in peace at Silverpelt. To the contrary, any cats that fought against us will have a new home. It will be a place with no life or happiness. I name this place the Dark Forest, where any cats who are on the evil side will be forced to live for an eternity."

Several gasps and wails erupted from the group. Some cats snarled up at her. "You can't send us away, we refuse!" One cat called.

"You will get no support from us!" Another bellowed angrily.

"I don't need your support!" Sparrowsong snapped, and lightning struck in the distance. "Say goodbye to your loved ones, because you are leaving now!"

She squeezed her eyes closed and imagined the evil cats disappearing. They appeared in her mind at the Dark Forest that she created, and when she opened her eyes she saw that they had all disappeared. Sparrowsong felt the fire within her burning out, and she dropped to the ground tiredly. She gave a rattling cough, and fell into unconsciousness.

…

When Sparrowsong reopened her eyes, she found herself in Bubblecloud's den with a bold pelt again. She took in a breath and struggled to her paws. "Bubblecloud?" She managed to squeak. The medicine cat turned to her, eyes wild. "I cannot believe that just happened." She said, bristling with shock.

"Wait, do you mean I wasn't dreaming?" Sparrowsong whimpered, for she refused to believe it was her who did all those things. Bubblecloud nodded absentmindedly, "It was, but you should go out, I think you have some announcements to make to the clan."

Sparrowsong nodded, and left the den cautiously. She noticed the gazes of the cats set upon her. Some were filled with admiration, some were apprehensive, and some were simply full of fear. She leapt up onto the highrock, and chanted the gathering phrase. Every living cat was already outside, most with poultices covering any wounds they might have had. Sparrowsong cleared her throat, and opened her mouth to speak. "I'm certain you are all wondering what is going to happen now, so I'll tell you all," She announced, looking down on everyone. "First of all, Oceanfall will be the new leader of Thunderclan. I'm sure she will be a great leader."

Barely any cats cheered, most were still staring anxiously up at her, waiting to hear more. Sparrowsong cleared her throat again before continuing. "If you are wondering what will happen to me, then I'll tell you. I have become the bridge, as I've been told many times that I needed to be. I'm both glad and saddened to tell you my new destiny." She paused, staring down at her mate and kits ruefully, "When I say I've become the bridge, it means I'm both a living, and a Starclan cat." As if on cue, her pelt flickered and became shining, just like a Starclan cats' would be. "I will also become leader of Starclan, for it is what the universe has been telling me. I will watch you all for as long as I stay a living cat, and when I'm only Starclan too. It was so great being with all of you, but I must go now."

Sparrowsong hopped down and met with her mate and kit. "I'm sorry, my loves." She mewed, and she nuzzled both of her toms sadly. Redkit sniffled gloomily. "Does this mean I won't see you again?' He cried. Sparrowsong shook her head reassuringly. "Never, it just means I won't be here all the time, Lilyfeather and Leafmist will be happy to take care of you, I'm sure."

"I'll miss you." Oakfur interrupted, lapping gently at his mate's cheek. Sparrowsong frowned, "I'll miss everyone. I must go now."

…

Sparrowsong was in Starclan. She had always wished that one day she would come here to be with her mother again, but she miserably accepted that it would never happen. She nominated herself leader of Starclan, and not one cat made an objection. She decided to change her name to Starsong, for she needed a unique name for a unique role.

Starsong vowed that she wouldn't ever let any of her cats down, and that even when she had been forgotten by every mind that she would still remain somewhere. Watching proudly as the cans changed and developed. Her thoughts we're interrupted by a cheerful voice, and she blinked at Cherryclaw happily.

"Hey, Sparrowpaw," He chuckled, "Excuse me, I meant Starsong."

"Sparrowpaw is fine," Starsong purred. "And I'm sure love is still welcome in Starclan."

Cherryclaw grinned. "I have never stopped loving you, Sparrowpaw."

Starsong nuzzled him. "I could say the same for you."

A/N: Oh goodie gumdrops! I've finished! Before you leave my story for good, let me tell you that there will be an epilogue. I really hope you've enjoyed everything, and I'm so glad so many of you read my story. I will miss Sparrowsong, err, Starsong, when I finish writing this, but there's always Thorn!

Anyone, I love you all so much for all the support, this is my first completed fanfiction. Please check out my newest story, I promise you will enjoy it. Never stop believe and may Starclan light your path!

~Lissa