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Author's note: Lostpaw gets his own POV now. Go Lostpaw!

Lostpaw's POV

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The young dark as night tom had a lifeless soul. It had been lifeless for as long as any cat could remember; any cat but him. Not many of his Clan stopped to think twice where he had came from; they just thought that he was the son of some rouge cat. But Lostpaw knew better for he could remember his mother and his brother.

Deep, deep, deep, down inside his heart he knew that no cat, his own Clan or not, would ever except him. Unlike his fellow young apprentices, Lemonpaw and Icepaw, he was not looking forward to his first gathering. Truth be told he had spent the first three moons of his apprenticeship trying to avoid it.

Friendless and lonely was they way he was meant to be, forever. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would whisper, so that no cat could hear, that he would be taken back by his mother and everything would be alright. Yet, he knew that wouldn't happen either.

"Uh," a little voice broke the wandering of the lost, "Lostpaw?" he shook his head and everything he had been thinking about disappeared. Lifting up his head he saw Lemonpaw and Icepaw getting up. "Come on," the orange she-cat said to him, again, it all seemed like a dream. Eventually he got to his paws and gazed at his equals.

"W-w-w-well," came the stuttered and scared voice of Icepaw, "If w-w-we don't move it R-R-Rockstar will leave u-us." At his words Lostpaw saw Rockstar get up and begin walking towards the far side of camp. With a curt nod the cats that were going to the gathering were off.

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Upon arriving at the Four Boulders (A/N: If you can't guess what that is like, then just think about it.), two of the other Clans were there, FalconClan and EagleClan. Moments later Coalstar, the leader of HawkClan, and his warriors dashed into the clearing of Four Boulders. There was no need to summon the cats; they were all ready for leaders to speak.

"FalconClan will go first!" yowled a golden she-cat named Sunstar. "Last sunrise one of our elders, Silentweb, died. He will be remembered with honor by his Clan." She paused, as though thinking about that elder, "Also one of our apprentices became a warrior. She shall be known as Pearfur." She backed up, letting the next Clan go.

A burly tabby tom stumbled to face the cats, "EagleClan will go next." He stopped to cough, "As you can see, I haven't been feeling well. We have two new apprentices Waxpaw and Runnerpaw." Stepping back, he allowed Rockstar to go forward.

"Cats of all Clans, I am sad to say that Deerstar, my mother and leader, died a Quarter moon ago. We all graved for her. I am now Rockstar." He looked over to where Lostpaw, Lemonpaw, and Icepaw were sitting, "And we have three new apprentices," all three cats stood up, "Lemonpaw, Lostpaw, and Icepaw."

"Spiderkit!" a HawkClan queen yowled as she saw Lostpaw. Two other queens next to her looked more closely at him, "Smallheart, are you sure?" a black queen glared, "Of course! He's the spitting image of his twin brother, Webpaw!"

Deathstar, the HawkClan leader, turned on Rockstar. "You stole my mate's kit!" and he hurled himself to the RavenClan leader.