I'm like... so determined to get as many chapters written before school starts up. Sooo maybe 3-4 chapters left before classes start up again? Then my time will be limited again ;-;

But it will give me time to think of what to write next at least.

Just realized that Graystripe's Vow is out next week, so that will be fun.

Here's the next chapter(I don't know what to talk about here)

Reviews are appreciated!

'Now what?'

Firestar lay there on the ground, the same spot where he originally landed trying to get away from those he hurt. Or was he chased away? He had left willingly to prevent himself from hurting anyone else, but at the same time Onestar and Windclan had been attacking him, trying to chase him away, screaming at him to get out.

Shadowclan and Riverclan had stood by, doing nothing but watching. They clearly hadn't wanted him to stick around either. If they had regrets over the whole thing, they would have come to his defense. But they didn't.

He recalled with bitterness that his own clan had stood around and watched as he was chased off. Watching him with accusing eyes; maybe they were yelling obscenities in their heads, also wishing for him to leave. He had caused problems ever since he changed; now that he was gone they could just go back to their perfect lives.

Ah, maybe that was too harsh. Not everyone wanted him gone. Brambleclaw, Sandstorm, and his daughters certainly hadn't wanted him gone. Graystipe and his grandkits defended him too.

His bitterness turned into overwhelming sadness at the thought of his treasures. Exile wouldn't have been so bad if they had come with him. He could have taken them away and started a new life somewhere else. Somewhere where they couldn't be bothered by the trivialities the clans faced everyday. No more borders, no more obligations, no more dead cats telling them what to do, no more dead cats trying to rise up and kill them all...

His lip curled; speaking of dead cats... He didn't have access to the Moonpool anymore, so it wasn't as if he could just waltz up to Starclan and demand that they explain themselves. How could they lie to him like this? They told him his clan would always be behind him and they lied.

Why couldn't he just go up to the Moonpool? It wasn't as if any of those weak fools could stop him. He could crush them in an instant if they dared stop him from his goals!

He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out of him. They... they weren't weak fools...

But they were, weren't they? It's why the other three clans, even his own clan wanted him gone so badly. He was too powerful to contain, to control. He was too powerful for Starclan too, and that was why they lied to him- to get on Firestar's good side so he wouldn't turn on them.

'Well good luck getting my trust now,' he thought bitterly.

Eventually the rain stopped and the glow of the fire died down, wisps of smoke rising into the air. He didn't know how long he had been laying in that spot for, but he was faced with the reality that none of the cats he cared about would come for him. Thunderclan needed a leader and strong warriors to pull them through the crisis he brought onto them. He couldn't blame them for staying...

He sniffled a bit; all he had wanted to do was to protect them. Everything he had done was for them, his beautiful treasures, his mate and hatchlings. Why was the world intent on tearing them away from him? Who had he angered; what had he done wrong?

Take them. Go into the camp and take them by force. It's not like anyone could stop me anyway.

No, he couldn't just take them! Thunderclan needed them all!

But why? Thunderclan needed me to fight their battles, and Starclan needed me to fight their Dark Forest problem. They threw me away so callously- why shouldn't I just storm in and take what's rightfully mine?

He shot up to his paws, shaking his head and running off into a random direction, tired of the constant mental war going on in his head. He wasn't going to go in and take them away from the clan! The clan needed them! It wouldn't be fair to just take them against their wills.

The stone sent out a warm pulse and he stopped in his tracks as a mental image came to life in his mind. There he was, with his treasures around him, away from the clans. They were all so happy. He was checking them over, nosing them and giving them licks as they purred happily. They were content and peaceful.

This is what I could have. This is what would happen if I took them.

It was a wonderful fantasy. He wanted it so badly. But he couldn't, because it was... it was wrong...

He noted with alarm that it was getting harder and harder to come up with an answer as to why it would be wrong to take his treasures with him. If that vision was to be his future, why not take it?

He was still loyal to Thunderclan. That was why he refused to do anything. He had grown so attached to his clan, that he didn't want to take away viable warriors, even now. He still wanted to return to them all, to his family and friends.

Another pulse spread through him, this time hotter than before. It was almost like words were forming in his head.

Why do you reject what you are? You don't need that clan. You only need your treasures. You only need to embrace what you finally are.

What? He stared down at the stone, which at that point had stopped glowing and returned to its normal state. Did the stone just talk to him?

He glared at it. "I'm not embracing something that's only caused me heartache." Unsurprisingly, the stone didn't respond to his words.

He turned his gaze onto the sky. It was getting late. He needed a place to sleep for the night, somewhere he could think of what to do next.

Searching around, he finally found something that looked like a fox den. The almost faded scent told him that it was abandoned. He shrugged; he could probably tear apart any foxes that came his way anyway. He squeezed in until he found himself at the very back. He shifted, trying to keep his wings folded up tight so that they didn't take any space and curled his tail around himself, making sure the sharp scales didn't dig into his body. It was a tight fit, and it wasn't all that comfortable. He would have preferred to sleep on some moss, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

He had a feeling that this was how he was going to be living for a while, until he found a good den with some moss nearby.

'It's not like I can return to Thunderclan anyway...'

He missed the warm bodies of his treasures against his own body. With them by his side, even if it was just him and Sandstorm in the den, at least he knew he had someone who cared about him. He knew that he could keep them safe.

He felt cold, even with the rising temperature of his flame and natural body heat keeping him warm through the night. It was like a void had formed in his being. He didn't like it at all.

The stone talks? THE STONE TALKS! It's still trying to pump foreign thoughts into Firestar's head, but Fires isn't having any of it. But maybe it won't take too much for him to crack...

Firestar will probably not be hanging around any Twoleg settlements and will try his best to avoid rogues, loners, and kittypets. The clans feared him even though they knew him forever; how do you think a bunch of cats he's never met before will react to him? He knows this perfectly well- not to mention he just doesn't want trouble at this point. He's tired.

Tell me how I did.