i am sooo sorry! i havent updated in so long, and i have been feeling like i should for a long time, but i never got to it. i really enjoyed writing this chapter. R&R! please!

"Willowpaw...Willowpaw wake up."

A soft voice was calling. Willowpaw weakly lifted up her head. A sleek-furred tortoishell she-cat was sitting in front of her.

"Spottedleaf?" Willowpaw whispered. "I'm not in StarClan, am I? I'm not dead, right?"

Spottedleaf sighed. "Well…remember when I told you that the stars would always be in your paws?"

"Sorta."

"Do you know what that meant?"

Willowpaw shook her head.

"it meant that StarClan gave you another life, but you would die easier than a regular cat. You were sort of half alive."

"half alive!" Willowpaw whispered. "How strange!"

"Willowpaw, I don't want to disappoint you, but you have joined StarClan. Its official. StarClan can't control everything. You were the chosen one. But our plan has failed. Your destiny…has failed."

Willowpaw felt horrible. It wasn't her fault that ShadowClan was going to take over all the Clans. How could she be the chosen one when she was only an apprentice! Sudden anger roared inside of her. "Then if you say everything has failed because of me, why don't you let me go back where I belong!? You've done it before! Now give me back my life! This is not where I'm meant to be! I'm supposed to be down there, fighting for my Clan!" Willowpaw yowled, lashing her tail, fur bristling.

"Willowpaw," somehow Spottedleaf managed to speak in a clam voice. "it's not that easy." She ran her tail over Willowpaw's back, but Willowpaw leaped away from her with a hiss.

"Everything has failed because of my death. Evil will take over the forest. Good cats will suffer. And you're not going to do anything about it! You were part of the Clans once! You sill are. You can't watch them die. You have to do something!" Willowpaw's voice was rumbling.

Spottedleaf shook her head. "I told you, StarClan can't control everything." Her eyes were filled with sympathy and sorrow. "but that doesn't mean that I don't love them." Willowpaw glared at the StarClan cat. This wasn't fair! With a final frustrated hiss, Willowpaw swung around and rushed into the forest beyond her. Somehow, she would find a way to get out of this place. She couldn't join StarClan yet. She had to fulfill her destiny.

Xxx

"No!" Gingerflame rushed out the ThunderClan camp. She had heard a ThunderClan cat cry. Thoughts of death and wounds of her clan mates were swirling through her mind. But she couldn't let that distract her. Suddenly, Gingerflame came to a stop. A still, orange body lie in front of her paws.

"Willowpaw!" Gingerflame yowled. She pushed her nose eagerly into her sister's fur, but she felt no movement. Not a single breath came out of her sister's body. Gingerflame sighed and then studied her sister. A long wound on her back ripped through her fur. It looked painful, but not enough to kill a cat. They would lose enough blood to weaken them, but not quite kill them.

"But how…?" Gingerflame whispered, "Why…?" An unbearable sadness swept over her. Her sister, Willowpaw, was dead. It was something she would have never even thought of. Sure, Willowpaw had almost died many times, but had always pulled through. She was one of the strongest cats Gingerflame new. One of the bravest. As she got up to go back and fight, a huge tabby tom with a scarred muzzle leaped from a clump of bracken.

"This one should be easy." The tabby growled to himself. "She's nothing but a scrap of fur." With that the tabby through himself at Gingerflame. Expecting the attack, she dodged the tom neatly, and then swiped her claws across his face.

"Arrr!" the tabby shook his head angrily as blood droplets dripped into his eyes. Gingerflame jumped onto the tom's back, and dug her claws deeply into his flesh. With a quick bite to his shoulder, she whispered, "How many have you killed? How many lives have you took?" Anger now flaring inside of her, she dug her claws deeper. The tom was twisting and turning underneath Gingerflame, trying to escape.

"How many!" Gingerflame yowled, "Answer me!"

"Enough to win this battle. You're Clan is puny. That cat over there-" he flicked his tail over to Willowpaw. "was easy."

"You killed her!" Gingerflame hissed. She shoved the tom hard against a tree. The tabby shook his head in shock. Gingerflame leaped at him, and , with a flick of her paw sliced open his side. Blood oozed from it, running down his massive legs.

"Get out!" Gingerflame growled. "You're no Clan cat. You don't follow the warrior code. There is no honor to you're name."

The tabby glared at Gingerflame, and then pulled itself up. He didn't try to attack her. He just simply walked away, but limping terribly.

When the tom was out of sight, Gingerflame ran over to the clump of bracken where the tabby had come from. As she pushed her way through, the scent of blood was strong, and a few scattered droplets of it lay on the ground. Hidden by the bracken was a cat with golden tabby fur. Gingerflame knew who it was right away. Thornclaw.

Gingerflame rushed quickly to his side. His stomach was ripped open, and so was his back, just like the WindClan cat. It was a terrible sight to see: his fur so darkened with blood that you could barely see his golden stripes, one of his ears ripped, and a small gash just above his eyes. Gingerflame pushed her nose into his fur and was surprised to feel that he was breathing. He was taking the tiniest of breaths. Relief flooded her and she started to lick the blood off of his eyelids.

"Thornclaw. I'll go and get a medicine cat, stay alive…ThunderClan needs you're strength and courage." Gingerflame breathed in deeply. She knew deep down that ThunderClan wasn't going to win. No matter how hard they fought, ShadowClan had many more cats than them. She shuddered. With one quick glance at Thornclaw, Gingerflame hurried out of the bracken, and into the battle.

i wont be able to update for about another 2 and a half weeks, i'll be on vacation, and i'm leaving today. i hoped you enjoy my story! please review!

oh and, what should happen to Willowpaw? should she find a way out of StarClan, or hunt with her ancestors now and walk in warrior's dreams?