A long climb
Twopaw and Sharppaw walked silently around the clan borders until they got to the very edge of FireClan territory. There was the Skyrock, still high, but easy enough for a twoleg to climb. Without a word they started up. After they had climbed in silence for a while, Twopaw said; "What do you think the clans are doing now?"
Sharppaw focused on a particularly-hard-to-maneuver-around piece of rock, and then said, "Maybe they're looking for us. Maybe SunClan is still trying to rule the forest, even without Redpaw, and they're fighting. After a while, when they were about half way up, They stopped on a wide ledge to rest for the night.
Far, far below, small dots moved towards the Skyrock. 'More twolegs,' Twopaw thought in alarm. But then she realized that they were cats. Two of them went up to the moonstone and pressed their noses against it. They were leaders, then.
The next morning, Twopaw woke Sharppaw, and they started up the mountain together. At last, a little after sunhigh, they made it to the top. They looked at it. They had heard wild elder's stories of how wonderful the top of Skyrock was, but had not completely believed them, and now they realized that they were right.
The fertile green lands described in their tales did not exist here. Even though a moment ago, they had been bathed in hot sunshine, it was now completely dark. The stars were brighter and clearer than ever and suddenly they weren't stars, but cats. And without knowing quite how they knew it, Sharppaw and Twopaw knew that they were in Starclan. The thought sent a shiver down Twopaw's back.
A single cat approached them, a she-cat, grey with one black ear.
"Twopaw," she said, "Sharppaw, we have been expecting you." She gestured with her tail for the two apprentices to follow her, and they did so. "You have not much time," said the cat, "When the sun sets in the outside world, you will need to have made a decision. You may either remain twolegs, while your brother is returned to his life as a cat, or you may choose to stay cats, while your brother goes to join RatsClan.
Twopaw and Sharppaw shivered. RatsClan was an evil place, the opposite of StarClan, where evil cats went when they died. Both were silent for a moment. They looked at each other, and then Twopaw said, "We'll stay twolegs, if Redpaw doesn't have to go… there. No cat should be put through that.
The gray cat smiled at them. "You have made the right choice. She said. There was a flash of white light, and then Twopaw found herself lying on the ground near Greatrock. Sharppaw was next to her, with Redpaw next to her. And they were all cats. A voice echoed through Twopaw's mind,
'You were willing to sacrifice yourself for another, and you are truly a cat worthy of Starclan. Just then Sharppaw sat up and moaned. She caught Twopaw's eye, and each knew that the other had heard the voice.
(Epilogue)
Twopaw, Sharppaw, and Redpaw returned to their clans. They were welcomed back, and about a moon later were made warriors. Redpelt, Sharpclaw, and Twostripe. Twostripe and Sharppaw retained a special bond, but became bitter enemies with Redpelt. All three lost the ability to become Twolegs. They never told their clan where they had been, and they picked up only scattered facts of what the clans had been doing. It seemed that SunClan had come close to taking over the entire forest, but during a battle, the warriors suddenly turned on Tornstar and attacked him. Strange!
That's the end of Twopaw's story! I might write another one about their mom though, when I have more free time. Hmm...I'm going to be working more on the when no one's watching stories though, but still keeping them separate.