. I'm so happy and I dont even know why, 'cause not many people reveiw my story. REVEIW OR DIE! T.T that's a weird request. But here! The twovotes in the poll, Sinewpaw or Runningstar! Pick one!

Flightpaw

I was floating in a gray mist, and then there was earth beneath my paws. The Black Mark was gone now, I twisted around and looked for the mark that would fill me with power and it was no where to be seen. I looked around, it was a cave, bathed in blood red light. Hallows with shadows covering them were all around me, and I could see no way to get out. I felt different, scared, compared to this morning when I was angry and hostile for the others treating me like a kit. A pair of eyes peered out from each hallow around me, except two infront of me. Both were as black as night, so I couldn't see in. But I didn't have to, he came to me.

The Black Cat came out of his hallow, ice-blue eyes gleaming like diamonds. He looked everything like the first dream I had of him, smaller then me, with white tingles around his muzzle, and ice-blue eyes. His claws were unsheathed, and I saw that they were long and twice as vicious-looking as normal. His tail twitched and a black shadow crept over to him, with closer inspection I saw it was a shadow of a cat, about a pawprint high with dark blue eyes and midnight-colored fur. It was the Black Mark. With a pounce it landed on my shoulder, and seering pain ripped through me again, leaving the windmill-like mark on my shoulder. I crumpled to the ground, closing one eye and squinting through the other in pain, trembling slightly but doing my best to be brave.

"What is this?" I hissed at him, I didn't want the pain anymore, I didn't want the cold hatred and hostility that the Black mark contained. I wanted to be free of him, but he had marked me with the Pulsing Black Mark, which gave me warm power and energy to battle a thousand leaders, "Let me go!" I snarled, the Black Cat smirked and the hallow behind him lit with the eerie red light, casting a strange shadow of the cat inside.

She was black, just like me, and about the same size, perhaps a little larger. Her face stared at the ground, and her paws were small, long tail curled around them. Without looking up she walked forward and sat a little bit behind the Black Cat, small paws togeather, tail curled around them, head down like she was being punished. I stared at her, there was something farmiliar about her.

"The question is, who are you?" whispered the Black Cat. The words of the first dream streamed back at me as I remembered the chilling prophacy. At once the other cats slipped out of their hallows, there was a dark gray cat with burning red eyes, the fire-colored cat with black shadows swirling around him. A huge bat, perhaps larger then a cat, his eyes were white with blindness. A black and white tabby with three long legs - the last was missing. "Look around you, these are the spirits of all the cats who disobayed their leaders, ancestors, and betrayers. Scarlet, Phatasma, Catbird, and Fang Three-Legs. This is what you will come to be!" I looked around the clearing, terrified.

"No." I mewed, backing up, eyes watering, "No, I won't be this!" How did the Black Cat know of my dreams and ambitions? The Black Mark throbbed painfully now, making moving difficult. But I managed to get past the firey cat Phatasma and Catbird, Phatasma with his creepy burnning eyes and Catbird snapping at me with his foxlike snout. Now the cat next to the Black Cat looked up, and I stumbled backwards in awe. It was me!

I recognised the face and the dark blue eyes first, and then I put it togeather. This was me, about a moon older then I was and jet-black. She had the same small paws and long tail that I had, but this was different, she carried herself in the most pride I had ever seen. She didn't waver as she got up and padded closer to me. I saw on her shoulder that the Black Mark had turned white, standing out like snow on her black pelt, in the same windmill shape. She padded closed to me, and I could smell the same scent that I carried on my pelt.

"In a moon the time will be right, and the Lord of Darkness will return to the world to take revenge on the one cat who cause him so much greif." The mirror-self meowed in a ghoasty tone. I trembled and struggled to meet the Mirrior-Me and her icey gaze, "When the Moon is above the Great Oak, and the sun meets it halfway, the blood will be spilt with terror, and the spirit will be released. Two spirits become one, to live under the sun, and to kill the chosen sacrafice."

"I'm not killing anyone!" I snarled at the Mirror-Me, I wouldn't! Never! I was fine the way I was and didn't need to kill to prove I would be a great warrior! But the Mirror-Me looked down and brought her face close to mine. I was still shivering in pain now, the Black Mark not leaking power and strenght to me, but instead stabbing my heart with pain, sending icy shivers down my spine and making my fur prickle. She breathed in my face and smiled before touching noses.

At once I saw what she saw. We were standing in a clearing, trembling. Blood strain my claws and dripped down my mouth. Where were we? I looked around, it looked like ThunderClan territory. I had taken the body of the Mirror-Me, and the blood was hardly visible as it ran down my neck and down my front legs. The bracken infront of us wavered, and I felt anger and pride ripple through my body. I had killed once, I could kill again! My body tensed and prepared to leap, when I recognised the cat pushing through the bracken.

"Sinewpaw!" I hissed.

Blood. Why was there so much blood? I was swimming in Sinewpaws' blood, which drenched my fur as I tore away at his throat, where life itself bubbled closest to the surface and the heartbeat lead to the head. I had killed Sinewpaw in my dreams. I watched as he collapsed infront of me and I backed up laughing. I opened my mouth and screamed. I didn't want to kill, I didn't want to be a murderer, I wanted to be a warrior and live with Sinewpaw. But how could I when I was going to kill him?

"Let me go!" I screeched,the Mirror-Me stopped and began to tremble as I fought back, "I dont want to kill, I don't want power!" The words came out of her mouth as I gained control of our body for a moment. I lifted my paw and bit into it as hard as I could. Then, with a jerk and a tumble I woke in the apprentice den. It was early morning, Sinewpaw was twitching in his sleep. Sparklepaw was at the Gathering. The Black Mark throbbed mercilessly on my shoulder I paid no attention to it.

In a moon that thing would be let loose, and I would be it. I would kill and ThunderClan cat and Sinewpaw. And then what? The red moon. In a moon, when there's a Gathering and the moon turned red, I would unleash the Mirror-Me. The cats from the Gathering began to slip back into the dens, Sparklepaw, looking dead on her paws, padded in and flopped down next to me. The Gathering had lasted very long this night, and for a while I wondered why. But Sparklepaw was in no condition to answer me, and instead she fell asleep.

The last traces of moonlight vanished from the sky as the moon peaked over the mountains where our ancestors traveled over to find a new home. The lake in the distances shimmered with it's golden light, but in my tired and weary light, it looked as if the lake were filled with blood. Sinewpaw began to stir as I hunched over in the corner and began to give myself a wash. I felt him glance my way and ignored him as best I could, but it proved to be next to impossible. As I twisted around to lick my back, I came across the Black mark, which Pulsed with rage and pain.

I let out a small, muted gasp as I saw what had happened to the Black Mark overnight.

It had grown.

I let out a squeak and tumbled over, landing on Sinewpaw and jerking him awake. The golden and brown tom let out a yowl and awoke Sparklepaw, who hissed and slashed at the nearest cat possible, blinded by fur and confusion, she scored her claws down my flank. Pain seared through me from both the Black Mark and the wound. Raw anger pulsed through my veins and I slashed at Sparklepaws' face, long claw marks foing down the front of her face. Comepletely shocked by the attack my fellow apprentice tumbled over into Sinewpaw, who squeaked and flipped over, panting.

Sparklepaw got up and shook blood from her eyes. She was a pretty she-cat, thin boned, but strong nontheless and sleek. The claw marks I gave her would certainly leave a mark. They stopped bleeding quickly, only staining her face fur, which would soon grow away with the next shedding season. Sparklepaw was enraged, her green eyes flashed hatredly as she snarled. I had never liked Sparklepaw, she had constantly acted as if she were twice as good as I was. I knew I was a Medicine Cat apprentice but I could still fight, and I often argued with her.

Now there was no freindship in Sparklepaws' eyes as she lunged towards me, her teeth were shorter then the average WindClan cats', but her claws were longer. Much longer. So much longer I was scared to get near them and close contact. So i dodged her blow and leapt outside. At once I knew this was a tactical error. Our den, besides the nursery, elders, and leader den, was the most sheltered. Rain hardly dripped through, let alone got out nests' wet, but outside it was storming, and the ground in the clearing was muddy and slick. At once I slid backwards, hardly managing to stay upright.

Sparklepaw chased after me, eyes glaring and hissing like a feirceLeopardClan warrior. The Black Mark Pulsed angrily, and I winced as the pain cut through me. She too slid in the mud, and it covered both of our pelts like honey.Water dripped down into my eyes, and I blinked it away. Sparklepaw was the first to charge, slipping on the muddy ground to increase her speed, she tried to push me over on my shoulder and get her long claws into my belly. But she miscalculated the slickness of the mud and whisked by, letting me drag my claws down her side. The Black Mark Pulsed harder, shooting pain down my veins and next to my heart, where it ate away at it like acid.Once again, blinded by rage, she spun and ran back to me, ignoring the mud she slashed at my face and I felt them whisk close to my nose.

With a hiss of satisfaction i ducked under her paws and lunged forward to her chest. But Sparklepaw was less of an idiot that I thought. She brought her paws down and dug her long claws into my back, hissing with satisfaction. But I thrust up as hard as I could, trying to fling her off. She loosened her grip and I twisted around, yowling. By now Sinewpaw had scrambled outside and let out yowls of help. Runningstar was padding wearily out of his den, shaking sleep from his eyes, as was Birchclaw. Creamdrop the queen and her three kits, Brightkit, Joykit, and Sloshkit, stumbled out of the nursery, but were soon herded back inside by a white elder, Nightfoot.

Now Sparklepaw had released her grip and tried to get a tighter one on my shoulders, so she could bite into my neck. But instead a warrior-Rainheart-ran forward and barreled into her side, trying to knock us apart. I wouldn't let that happen though. I pushed Rainheart aside and lunged towards Sparklepaw again. My back paws slipped in the earth and the Black Mark sent non-stop pain through my veins, chewing holes in my empty heart.

Sparklepaw saw her chance. As Runningstar began taking in what he was seeing, and Birchclaw began shouting at us to stop, she leapt and smashed my face into the mud, not letting go.

Cuh-lif-fee!

Omg i'm so happy this is going so well.

And for the first time, I ask three reveiws for the next chapter!

Go on, reveiw!

Vote in the poll, Sinewpaw or Runningstar!

0.o I luv this story so much I'm gonna add all twists and turns to it, and the last night will be so... fun (evil grin)

And guess what happens next!