First of all, I would like to thank someone. Dewflower, I loved your idea for my plot, and I'm going to use it. (Unless I can think of something better, but I love yours.) I love it! It's so... unexpected... some of you may not be happy about it but it's a really good idea. You'll never guess what it is!

I'd also like to thank my reviewers for the wonderful... reviews (duh) they left me! I'm glad you like my story, and it is encouragement like that as well as my own love for the art that I keep writing. Those of you who have authored your own Warriors stories, they are very good as well.


Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

The next day it rained fiercely. In some spots rainwater dripped through the roof of the den, and occasionally landed on Rainpaw's nose. Dawnstar sent out hunting patrols every time it stopped raining, though when it did it generally picked back up again soon, even within seconds, which rather bugged the hunting warriors and caused the fresh-kill pile to become rather depleted.

Not much happened in those days, however. There was one day where an entire two hours were spend with kits happily playing around outside and warriors hunting and everyone smiling—the rain had stopped for the moment. Dawnstar also took the opportunity to hold Sunpaw's and Runningpaw's warriorship ceremonies.

"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey come to the Highrock for a Clan meeting," Dawnstar yowled. "Sunpaw, Runningpaw, come forth." The two cats padded forward. They were like older forms of Flamepaw and Rainpaw, except Runningpaw was darker with wavy bluish streaks, and Sunpaw had a dark tabby stripes and a white blaze on his chest, and blue eyes, which no one knew how he got.

"These apprentices have worked hard to train and to understand the ways of your noble code," Dawnstar continued, speaking to Starclan, "and I commend them to you as warriors in turn." She looked down at the apprentices. "Sunpaw, from now on you shall be known as Sunfire. Runningpaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Runningbrook."

"Sunfire! Runningbrook! Sunfire! Runningbrook!" the Clan cheered. Runningbrook, Rainpaw thought, I like that name… Runningbrook and Sunfire

"Sunfire and Runningbrook, tonight you must sit vigil. But as tonight is also a Gathering if the clouds don't cover the moon up, you may go to that instead and sit vigil for the rest of the night. The new warriors bowed their heads in understanding.

Rainpaw's fur bristled. The Gathering was tonight? She had lost track of the moon since it had been covered by the clouds for so long. Dawnstar then went on to tell the Clan who was going to the Gathering.

"Sunfire and Runningbrook, Rockfur, Darkpaw, Flamepaw, Silvermist, Starfall, Wildstorm, Nightwind, Rainpaw. Those whose named have just been listed are going to the Gathering tonight." Rainpaw stirred. She was going to the Gathering!

After the Gathering, which didn't last long, as rain went and as it came again covered up the moon. Rainpaw was disappointed, but still happy she got to go. She padded over to her den as soon as she got back home and instantly went to sleep. The rain made her tired, and it made everyone else tired, too, which made days mostly boring and only made her want to sleep. Which was fine, because then she could visit Starclan and talk to them. It never rained up there, so everyone was happy. She wondered if apprentices could be named warriors in Starclan, or kits apprentices.

That night she went up to Starclan, but she wasn't as eager as normal. "Hello, Froststar," she greeted when she finally found her.

"Hello, Rainpaw."

"Why did you end the Gathering…"

"We didn't. We don't control the rain, or the clouds, either, and nor will we ever. However… do expect lightning."

Rainpaw cocked her head. "Is that supposed to be a prophecy?"

"No, no! I'm just warning you. No riddles."

Rainpaw smiled. "Good." Then Rainpaw said goodbye and went back down to her body, where she was greeted by a dream.

There in front of her was a huge… colony? …of cats who burned with flames of the deepest black. Like shadows of fire. She hid behind the wall of the lava tube, gazing at them. Who were these cats in Starclan's territory? Then, she saw a figure in the center of everything. Despite the fire, its broad, powerful shoulders were defined enough to be recognized. She had no true idea of who it was, though by looking at it, she thought it to be Tigerstar. She looked closer, and thought of everything she had been told about him. He matched her mental picture perfectly. If Tigerstar was here, then who were these cats? The flames and burning red eyes of the cats made it next to impossible to distinguish anyone from anyone else. She couldn't take her eyes of of him… but she gathered up her will power and did it. But as she turned her head, she saw another cat… looking at her…

WHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Heh, I'm skipping school today to catch up on homework, so I snuck in some writing time to finish this chapter up... Chapter 11 will seem like the same dream, but it is actually something else happening somewhere else some other time, whether a few seconds after this, or hours or minutes or days, I don't know. I might get to write and post it today, I might not, we'll see in the end, though. Farewell for now!

P.S. have any of you seen the cover for Twilight yet? The cover is odd, the cat looks like a black, blue-eyed chihuahua...