Okay, this is the first chappie to my fic: Sunset: My Version. It's the sequel to Twilight: My Version, and if you haven't read that then you might (okay, probably will) get lost reading this one. So, anyways...

Morning was setting in as a dark tabby cat made his way back to his Clan's camp. The thick reed dens shook in the gentle winds of approaching newleaf, and cats were beginning to climb out of them, yawning in the morning sun.

A gray-blue she-cat was organizing a group of patrols, and her eye caught that of the dark tabby as he made his way through the camp. She bounded over to him. "You're back late," she meowed critically.

"I know," mewed the tabby. "Sorry. Late patrols. We can never be too careful with ShadowClan, after all. They tried to move in on ThunderClan territory, you know." He carefully laid his tail over the wound on his flank.

"Yes, I know," meowed the she-cat. "All right, Hawkfrost. Get some rest. I'll expect you up by sunhigh, though."

Hawkfrost dipped his head to the deputy and then made his way to the reed den, feeling her disapproving gaze on him as he went. He felt like rolling his eyes. She didn't trust him, it was so obvious. But so what? She was getting old, and she didn't have nine lives. Soon she'd be with StarClan, or retired, with the elders. And then he'd be deputy. He knew it. Who else would Leopardstar choose?

Carefully he curled up in his nest, only to be poked by Badgerclaw ( AN: made up, I needed a cat that supports Hawkfrost, and they aren't mentioned by name in Starlight) in the side. The black-and-white tom was looking at him with eyes kindling with excitement. "So? Did you talk to the rogue leader? Do we have a plan?"

Hawkfrost looked carefully around the warriors' den before replying. Badgerclaw and Blackclaw were the only ones that he'd told of his plan to gather the rogues to invade ShadowClan, since he was sure they would support him. He and Badgerclaw were the only ones here, so he was certain they wouldn't be overheard.

"No," he mewed at last. "Brambleclaw showed up- he'd caught my scent in ThunderClan territory- and I couldn't do it with him there."

"Brambleclaw!" Badgerclaw's black-and-white fur bristled. "All of ThunderClan must know by now, then! You didn't kill him? You could have blamed it on the rogues!"

"Kill him?" Hawkfrost's eyes widened. "I can't, Badgerclaw. He's my brother. My kin. Besides, he's strong and he's smart- and he trusts me."

"And that matters to you?" Badgerclaw queried.

"Yes, it does." Hawkfrost flicked his ears. "What if I need his help later? And even if I don't- he'll be my ears in ThunderClan. Once I figure out how to sway him to my side."

Badgerclaw tipped his head to one side. "All right, then. And you're certain he won't tell Firestar?"

Hawkfrost licked his paw. "Quite certain."

"So what did you do?"

"Pretended to agree with him," mewed Hawkfrost. "And then went with him to get rid of the rogues."

"Get rid of them?"

"Yes. So there'll be no plan with them. A loss, I'll admit." Hawkfrost yawned.

"But how did you and Brambleclaw- alone- ever manage to get rid of a pack of rogues?"

"Oh." Hawkfrost's whiskers twitched. "Well, you know the trail to the Moonpool?"

Badgerclaw nodded- they'd both heard it described enough times by Mothwing.

"There's a bit of a stream that breaks off from the stream that leads to the pool. It flows far north, almost parallel with the broken Twoleg trail. Then it goes over some rocks- into a valley. A waterfall."

Badgerclaw's long claws shot out in anticipation as Hawkfrost continued, "Brambleclaw and I ran right through the rogues' camp, clawing at everything we could reach, and then ran right for the waterfall. They were so stupid- they followed us. We outran them, and then when we neared it we leaped to the side. Ginger- their leader- led them all clear over. Though she tried to take a bit of me with her." He lifted his tail to reveal the wound on him.

Badgerclaw winced. "All of them? They're all dead?"

"If their wailing is anything to go by, I'd say yes," Hawkfrost answered.

"So what do we do now?" Badgerclaw wondered. "Do you have a new plan for invading ShadowClan? Blackstar still doesn't trust you, you know."

Hawkfrost tilted his head to one side. "Not yet," he meowed. "It'll take a lot of thinking to put together a new plan. But I'll think of one."

"I still didn't get why you didn't just kill Brambleclaw," Badgerclaw grumbled. "It would have been easy."

Hawkfrost's eyes seared into him. The thing is, thought the tabby, I don't know that it would be. Brambleclaw's a lot stronger than he lets on.

But does that make him stronger than me?

"Still." Badgerclaw's mew broke him out of his thoughts. "That was a fine plan you had for getting rid of the rogues."

Hawkfrost laid his head on his front paws in satisfaction, and closed his eyes. "Thank Firestar," he meowed. "It was his plan in the first place, after all. Though he used it on dogs." One of his eyes opened in a cruel, cunning slit. "Or better yet," he went on, "thank my father. He was the one that gave me the idea to use the rogues in the first place..."

Whoa, insanely long prologue, I know, but I wanted to describe how Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw got rid of the rogues, and let y'all know that I DIDN'T make him totally good.

Mwahahaha...