Since I have been asking for three reviews per chapter, and you people have been happily obliging, I have now have extra reviews and I decided to upload chapters 7 and 8 at the same time. My little present to you guys. Oh, and I told you someone would die, but if you want to find out who, you'll just have to wait and see!

Lightpelt woke early the next morning, which was surprising since he hadn't really slept the previous night. Shortleg and Mayheart were waiting at the entrance for something or other. Lightpelt yawned and stretched before remembering with a start that he was supposed to go on dawn patrol. He ran over to the two cats.

"It's about time you showed up." Shortleg said as he arrived. Mayheart, his sister, merely smiled at him.

The patrol went mainly without disturbance. It wasn't a hunting patrol, they were only supposed to see if anything seemed wrong with their borders, and look for signs of Sharpclaw. Everything was fine, except for the fact that a RiverClan patrol had chased a mouse into their territory, but the three cats had left promptly with only a few hostile glares back at them. It appeared they had the sense not to start trouble over a single lost mouse.

They reached the Talltree without any signs of Sharpclaw. Shortleg snorted in comtempt.

"I always knew she'd never fit in. She wasn't born in the Clan, so she could never understand."

Lightpelt had been about to say something very rude to Shortleg when a flock of ravens flew over them suddenly, wings flapping hurriedly and squawking furiously.

"Strange." Mayheart said. "Looks like they've been scared off."

They had been just about to turn around and head back for the camp when Lightpelt's brother, Honeyfur, came crashing through the grass.

"Hurry! ShadowClan's attacking us!"

Sharpclaw woke with a start to the harsh sound of ravens crowing as they flew overhead. She yawned and stretched as she looked to the branch below her. Nightshade was still sleeping. She jumped down to the ground and had been about to wake up her companion when she remembered what he'd said the night before.

She could've, no, should've, left him right there and went on her way. But she couldn't just leave without telling him. It just wouldn't feel right. A sudden idea spouting into her mind, Sharpclaw nosed around in the dirt around the base of the tree until she found she mouse she'd caught the previous day. She picked it up and left it on the branch beside Nightshade. Hopefully, he'd understand what she was trying to say to him.

Sharpclaw now turned around and trotted out of the trees and back up to the white fence blocking the path. She quickly found out that the thick ivy entangled her mouth and her paws when she tried to get through it. It would take her forever. She'd thought about jumping up to the top of the fence and over it, but if anything unfriendly was on the other side...She didn't quite want to think about it.

But Sharpclaw could see no other way past the fence, so she decided to take her chances. She'd said just yesterday that nothing should be awake this early, anyway. Steadying herself, she jumped up to the top of the fence, careful not to overbalance and fall. She looked around. The Twoleg houses were plentiful and closely knit. But luckily, they didn't stretch out very far; she could be on the other side well before sun-high. Looking down closer beneath, she could see no immediate danger, so she leapt down from the fence. No sooner had she touched the ground than the far-off sound of barking could be heard.

Sharpclaw panicked, thinking the barking was directed at her, and she ran. She didn't run straight and out of the Twolegplace; instead, her panic made her zigzag and wind her way through the alleys between the house. As she ran, she could hear barking coming the houses she passed. The other dogs must have seen her running. Eventually she came to a patch of grass. She didn't dare look behind her, but yards in front of her was another fence; this one smaller and gray. Seeing no other alternative, she took a flying leap over the fence.

And landed in a giant pool of water. There being no deep water in WindClan, Sharpclaw didn't know how to swim, and she quickly found herself being pulled under as water filled her lungs. It was oddly quiet in the water, after all the barking. For a brief moment, Sharpclaw began to wonder if she was going to die as she thrashed around uselessy. But suddenly, she felt her neck fur being pulled up by some force above her. She felt herself being dragged quickly up out of the water, and she was suddenly flying through the air. She landed harshly on the ground and spun around quickly to see who her rescuer had been.

She was quite surprised to see a big black dog climb out of the giant pool of water and begin to shake it's fur dry. Sharpclaw's senses returned to her as she was hit by the water droplets, and puffed up her fur as the dog walked toward her. She was now twice her normal size, and as she hissed and spat, she looked quite intimidating. She could see no running away from this dog. The black dog merely stared at her for a moment, then bowed down in front of her and layed it's head onto it's front paws, it's eyes closed.

Sharpclaw stopped hissing for a moment. This dog was submitting to her. After saving her life. What was going on here? She forced her fur to lie flat, despite the fact that she still felt afraid and angered; a rather touchy combination. She stared at the dog until it opened it's eyes and stared back at her, as if waiting for something. Sharpclaw realized that it was letting her take charge. She sniffed the air and realized it was a she-dog. Thinking quickly, the cat meowed loudly, and the black dog stood up. Her head was now twice as high as Sharpclaw, and she felt her fur begin to bristle.

"Do not worry. Me will not hurt you."

Sharpclaw recoiled as if she'd taken a physical blow. This dog knew her language! She hissed again and stepped back. The dog started to step forward up to her, but Sharpclaw lashed out with her claws, narrowly missing the dog's chest, and she kept her distance, backing away from Sharpclaw until the cat regained her composure and stood up straight and tall.

"How can you speak to me?" She tried to keep her voice strong and commanding, but talking to dog that was twice her size made it quail slightly.

"Me live with a cat, so we can speak each other's languages."

Sharpclaw's head began to reel with confusion. A cat and a dog, living together? She'd heard tales of creatures from long ago who had learned the languages of cats, and there had been several dogs, but a cat who could speak to dogs? It was unthinkable!

The black dog was staring at her now, a twinkle in her eye. "Me know what you are thinking. It was not all that hard really. The cat me live with could already understand a few words that me was saying, so he learned faster, but then he taught me his language."

Sharpclaw knew she should feel threathened, but her previous fear was slowly dissolving into curiousity. "What is you name?"

"For now me am called Sasha. But the name me mother gave to me is Mercedes. I prefer that one to the name my humans gave to me."

Sharpclaw stared at Mercedes it confusion. "Humans?"

Mercedes blinked back, than barked in sudden understanding, causing Sharpclaw to tremble slightly. "That is right! Cats do not know what humans are. Let me see here, Carmen told me what you call them..." Mercedes paused to think for a moment, then barked again. "Twolegs! That is it! You cats call humans Twolegs!"

Sharpclaw merely stared in bewilderment. All her life she'd been told that dogs were huge enemies of cats, and yet here she was talking to one. A voice broke her thoughts. It sounded like a cat's voice, yet the words were a mixture; she understood some of them as 'Mercedes,' 'looking,' and 'you,' but the rest was some sort of strange growls.

Sharpclaw was looking around for the owner of this strange voice when, as if in answer, a cat jumped over the fence and walked toward them. He had white paws, and a white splotch on his nose, but the rest of his fur was a light tan, including his big, bushy tail.

"You must be Carmen." Sharpclaw said to the cat when he arrived.

He studied her for a moment. "Indeed I am."

Carmen turned to Mercedes. "I've been looking all over for you. Now tell me, where did she come from?"

Sharpclaw had been about to explain herself, but Mercedes let out a high-pitched whine. She must have said something, because Carmen growled roughly at her. With a jolt, Sharpclaw realized that to other animals, her own language would simply sound like of jumble of meows and purrs. The conversation continued, in dog language, for several moments, and Sharpclaw only caught one phrase: "I told you no!" She had the strangest feeling they were talking about her. Carmen suddenly turned to her.

"I noticed you were wet. Mercedes tells me you nearly drowned in the Twoleg pool. Is this true?"

Sharpclaw nodded as she realized she was still wet and cold, and began shivering. Carmen continued to stare at her until his eyes traveled from her to Mercedes.

"She can stay." he said to her. Mercedes let out a happy yelp as Carmen bounded away. Sharpclaw noticed he had a collar. The black dog beside her suddenly jumped up and began running off. She hadn't gone too far when she turned back to Sharpclaw.

"Let us go! You need to be warm. I can take inside of the human house. It is warm there!" Sharpclaw had been walked up to Mercedes, but now she stopped.

"Oh, no I..I can't..." she paused. She'd been about to say that she couldn't go in a Twoleg house, that it was against the code. But the code didn't matter anymore, did it? She was free to do what she wanted. Mercedes was still looking at her.

She shook her head. "Nevermind." she said as she followed the dog through a gap at the edge of the fence, and onto a strange new kind of ground. She looked down in surprise and jumped back suddenly onto the grass. Mercedes stopped and looked back at her.

"That's a Thunderpath!" Sharpclaw meowed in protest. "There are monsters on them!" Mercedes merely stared back at her in confusion. Sharpclaw had been about to turn back and run when Carmen appeared in the fence gap behind her.

"Don't worry." He sounded as if his patience was wearing thin. "Hardly any monsters run on this Thunderpath, and if they do, they go slow."

The tan cat jumped out on the Thunderpath, followed by Mercedes. Sharpclaw followed them reluctantly. The trio walked down the Thunderpath, or the road, as Mercedes called it, at a steady pace, and Sharpclaw steadily relaxed as she realized that Carmen was right. Hardly any monsters came down the Thunderpath.

Eventually the trio stopped at a Twoleg house. Well, Sharpclaw stopped. Carmen and Mercedes walked inside the house through a hole in the wall that separated the inside and outside. The black cat hesitated for a moment, until Mercedes poked her head out of the wall and whined for her to follow them. Sharpclaw took a deep breath, telling herself that she didn't have to go by the warrior code anymore, and walked inside the house.

As soon as she walked past the wall, the strong scent of Twolegs hit the roof of her mouth and she recoiled. She didn't know how kittypets could live with it. She looked around. Somehow, it wasn't quite as amazing as she thought it would be. It looked very plain, in fact. Well, what had she been expecting? A rebellion of mice to jump out of nowhere and attack her? Beneath her paws was a black and white floor, which made her dizzy to look at, so she concentrated instead on her surroundings.

As she followed Carmen and Mercedes, she couldn't see anything of importance, or that looked remotely strange, so she simply kept her mouth closed. The ground suddenly changed again. It was now much softer, and easier to walk on. She could now feel the heat of fire, and her eyes widened in shock. There was a fire burning, right in the center of the room with the new floor.

She looked over at Carmen and Mercedes, but they didn't seem remotely concerned. "Aren't you going to do something?" She mrrowed at them.

"Do not worry, young cat. The fire does not come out of the fire holding spot. Go look and see with you own eyes."

Sharpclaw gulped and walked forward. Instead of becoming blazingly hot, the fire became simply warm, and almost inviting as she got closer, and now she could see where the fire would not come out of it's holding place. She turned back to her two companions and had been about to say something, but it came out as a yawn.

"Do not talk." Carmen said to her. "Sleep now. You can tell us everything later." Sharpclaw happily obliged.

Come on, you ought to know by now. But if I must say it, then here: I need three, uno dos tres,reviewsbefore I will put another chapter.