Thanks for the reveiws peoples! This story will feture the minds of three cats - Flightpaw, the Black Cat, and you pick the last!... 0.o Yes... It seems I went into hibernation of FanFic... I shall be on top again! I will be as great as I once was! And for those of you who don't know, I was once Mooncloud!

Flightpaws

The black mark on my shoulder continued to burn with every step I took and every move I made. I felt as though the black cats' hatred was burning into me and giving me pain and suffering. But there was something to it. Somewhere in it lurked power that I wanted. Power that if I could had, I would overflow with ambition and claim the forest. Part of me wanted to chew off my own fur, while another part wanted to embrace it.

As I lay shivering, Sparklepaw running to get the Medicine Cat Grayflower, I felt a sudden stab of anger, what was I doing, shivering like a cold kit when I was a strong apprentice, as soon as I thought this the pain slackened, and I twisted around, snapping at Sinewpaw, the startled tom backed up and into the corner as I stood, panting hard and fighting back the pain to lay down and shiver again.

"Don't… underestimate me." I panted hotly, the black mark on my shoulder lessened its' pain and I took a deep breath in, "I'm not a kit." I hissed again at Sinewpaw. Yes, I had been a weakling when they had found me near the lake, and the pain still burned on me like a bee sting as I remembered being cold, wet, and alone, leaf-bare winds biting at my fur as the icy lake sloshed around me. I had been a rouge, or at least I thought, I was to young to remember and the freezing water had washed off my scent.

Sinewpaw and Sparklepaw were both older then me by about two moons. They looked alike as well; their mother was Sunshine, a nice she-cat with strong bones and pure blood. Her ancestors dated back to Tallstar, I was to learn later, and that Sinewpaw had inherited most of the noble leaders' blood. Sinewpaw was exactly how his name described him, sinewy.

He had long, strong, legs that were skinny and golden-brown. His muscles were stingy and strong, like knotted ropes. His tail was like the rest of him, skinny and thin, and his face was triangular and thin-cheeked, with amber eyes. He had been my best friend since kithood, and now it seemed like the only feelings I had for him were rage.

The pain suddenly ebbed away as did the rage that had consumed my heart. I felt weightless now, and shook myself, a light feeling in my chest; I wanted it to be filled, to be heavy and have to drag my feet with every step just to move. But it didn't happen. Great StarClan why didn't it happen!

I looked over at Sinewpaw again, he was shocked and I blinked again, trying to fill my heart with feelings and emotions again, but none would enter, it frightened me. Could I fill me heart again? What could I fill it with? Compassion couldn't enter it, neither could gentleness. But what about sympathy? It did help, but barely. At least the weightless feeling was lesser.

"I'm sorry." I murmured, suddenly ashamed that rage had gotten the better of me, "I don't know what happened." A thought struck me and I twisted around, "Sinewpaw is the black mark still there?" Sinewpaw opened and closed his mouth a few times and finally nodded. A chill ran up my spine.

Whatever that black cat in my dreams had done, it was real. I was connected to him. Visions of the pain and suffering rippling through me, the golden and yellow light the bound our paws, the blackness he had planted on me, and the words he had said.

"Seven moons or seven days, I can wait whenever! Truth is told it's not that long; it's when the moon shall waver! The curse mark is in place, there's no time to waste, and the return of Scourge is definite!"

Then the shadows around the two of us and the red moon glowing above. I shivered and sank down again, the pain sprung up slightly in my shoulder, more annoying then painful. Whatever that black spot was, it was terrifying.

Sparklepaw and Grayflower hurried back into the apprentice den, Grayflower with poppy seeds. I watched as Grayflower belt over me, giving me some of the seeds before examining the thing on my shoulder, her eyes wide with surprise and terror.

"How did you get this?" she whispered loud enough for only me to hear. Her voice, which was usually gentle and sweet like honey, was now sharp and almost a hiss of fright. She placed her paw on the black spot as I chewed on some poppy seeds and ebbed away into a deep sleep.

The Black Cat

I watched as the moon rose above us, and with my all-seeing eyes, saw the sun about a mouse length away from it. In a moon it would be the time for him to return back to the Clans and finish what he started, Firestars' death. But Firestar was dead, and the only one left to kill was twenty generations of blood; which rested in one ThunderClan warrior, Firestars only living decendant.

I swirled my ear around as I heard cats approaching. StarClan. I sneered, they would question me now, but it would be too late. I had branded my chosen cat, and now I could return. I felt their eyes burn into my pelt with hostility, and now and then a growl behind me. But it would be no use; they could not stop me now.

"Who did you choose?" his a smoky dark gray tom with blue eyes, eyes as cold as ice on my fur. Behind him stalked a few more gray cats, all of various shades. I turned and smiled coldly to the dark gray tom. Behind him stood a black tom with a twisted foot, all of them stank of WindClan.

"I believe you know already." I sneered, "After my defeat ten generations ago, I can now pick a new one to brand, and that one is Flightpaw." The cats hissed and growl sharply. One, a light gray queen, stalked forward, eyes flashing. But the black tom with the twisted paw flicked his tail out, barring her path. Instead she hissed furiously at him from where she was.

"How dare you pick my daughter!" she snarled, "She will grow up to be a beautiful young warrior, strong and smart, even with your curse mark!" the black tom opened his mouth to say something but the gray she-cat ignored him, hissing angrily at me, "She will never listen to you! She will never become your reincarnation! She will never kill her!"

"Pm the contrary, Shadow, she will." I meowed, smirking, "On the night of the lunar eclipse, when the moon blots out the sun, and night itself is blood-bathed, she will be mine, and the vengeance will be released." He flicked his tail to a nearby pool of silver water, "look into her future, in a moon this is what will come to be."

The gray she-cat pushed past the black tom and stalked over to the pool, staring into it hotly. Her blue eyes widened, and then her mouth opened in shock and blood whirled and teeth flashed before her eyes - a battle looming on the horizon. I smirked, it would come to happen, and then my spirit would be free, free to wander and control and kill every cat I felt.

"Now do you see what will happen to Flightpaw?" I meowed coolly, the cats behind me murmured and glanced at each other. They were all my descendants, but none were as evil as I was, and some were even pure-hearted. That included Flower, Twist, and Shadow. They obviously didn't know what was going to happen to the Chosen One. So I told them.

"She will be me, avenge me, and worship me!"

Flightpaws

I awoke later in the day, Sparklepaw and Sinewpaw had already let for the moors. Grayflower had left a few poppy seeds, and the black mark was aching dully again. So I gathered up the leftover poppy seeds and padded out into the WindClan clearing. Runningstar, Birchclaw, and my mentor were all talking together, and now as I looked at them, I wondered why I wasn't a warrior-in-training. Now that I thought of it, I wanted to be one more then a Medicine Cat apprentice. It was dull. I wanted to fight and hunt and learn to track, all I tracked were comfrey and marigold.

"Grayflower?" I meowed as I got closer, my dark gray mentor twisted around and smiled at me, her blue eyes sparkling in warm praise. I usually felt proud and encouraged by this look, but now I felt as though I would retch.

"Flightpaw, are you feeling alright?" she asked me, a worried tingle in her blue eyes, "Do you want some more poppy seeds an rest?"

"No." I found my voice surprisingly cold today, the black mark throbbed slightly and I smiled, I was beginning to like the pain, "I want to learn how to fight." The three cats dropped their jaws like complete idiots and stared at me. Medicine cats were NOT supposed to learn how to fight, it was the last this they were supposed to do. I must say they looked like idiots as I proclaimed that.

"But, you're a Medicine Cat." meowed Runningstar, flabbergsated, he looked like the biggest idiot I had ever seen, and his eyes were sharp with shock, "You would have to be an apprentice for another three moons if you changed into a warrior apprentice. And besides, Medicine Cat Apprentices hardly change into Warriors Apprentices." That was Runningstar, always an idiot and not wanting to let cats do what they want. They had to worship StarClan and go to the Moonpool and blah blah blah.

"What about that ThunderClan Medicine Cat ages ago." I countered flatly, smirking slightly. The three cats glanced at each other, confused, the obviously forgot some of the elders tales, "You know the one where Firestars' apprentice was hit by a monster, and became a Medicine Cat?" Grayflower let a slight 'oh' out and bit her lip, and both Runningstar and Birchclaw looked uncomfortable and I continued, "If a warrior apprentice turned into a medicine cat apprentice, couldn't i switch it around?"

"But you already took your trip to Moonpool." meowed Grayflower, "You swore yourself into the laws of a medicine cat, never to reveal the secrets of StarClan, never to have kits, never to start wars, and instead end them..." I could see she was desperate to keep her first apprentice a medicine cat, so she could retire early and not have to bother with sick and injured cats. Grayflower was like that, and I didn't want to deal with her anymore.

"You seem to be acting differently, Flightpaw." meowed Birchclaw to me. I swung around to him, and he nodded to Runningstar, "You seem a little more bitter and difficult now. You used to be content being a Medicine Cat apprentice." content. I was Content being a Medicine Cat apprentice. That was before I knew what I wanted. I wanted the power in the Black Mark.

It Pulsed. The Black Mark Pulsed a gentle warm glow through my body. I felt it Pulse again, and more of the warm glow rippled to the end of my tail to the tip of my nose. It Pulsed again, and my paws grew warm and energy-filled, as if they could run a mile through the snow. I looked at the three high-ranking cats and smiled.

"The Gathering's tonight." I meowed coolly. They all knew that. The Island would be filled with cats of all Clans and the Leaders would all be there, a perfect time to announce when that I was going to be a Warrior Apprentice. Runningstar nodded to Grayflower, who dropped her head in dissapointment, "I know what I want now." I meowed quietly. And I did.

As I turned to the apprentice den again, the Black Mark Pulsed again and again, warming my body. I felt the emptiness in my heart yern for something to fill it. Something to drive away the loneliness of not being filled to the brim and over. The Black Mark, which Pulsed and Pulsed and Pulsed, had something that could fill it up. Power. Ambition. Strenghth.

I wanted it all, I wanted every drop of the power that was in it, and every morsal that was left. It would spill over my heart and flood my body, giving the upmost contentness. I scratched at my nest and curled up in it, falling asleep.

And in my dreams, I met myself.

0.o cliffie... I gotta good feeling about this... o.0

ANYWAY, you pick the third cats' POV should it be...

A. Grayflower

B. Sinewpaw

C. Sparklepaw

D. Birchclaw

E. Other (and name him/her)

F. None, keep it how it is