So... Flightpaw is in a battle with Sparklepaw, and Sinewpaw is the chosen cat! He gets his first role in this one! This chappie is a little shorter then the rest because it has less things going on in it, but it has a little bit of Flightpaws past in it of joining the Clan. Enjoy! Three reveiws!

Flightpaw

I felt nothing but cool peace as Sparklepaw tightened her grip of the back of my neck and the mud squished around my face, closing my eyes and clogging my nose. For a moment I felt nothing, falling in empty blackness, and feeling cats pound around me and Sparklepaw. Then, as my heartbeat pulsed again, it had a shadow. The Black Mark let loose a little ripple of red-hot pain to get attention before pulsing. My heart had never been emptier in the mud, and I quietly listened to the pulse.

You're pathetic he meowed in my ear. A voice of a she-cat mingled with his own, and I realized it to be my own. So the Mirror-Me was with him and talking, Are you going to be killed be Sparklepaw, my chosen? I thought nothing, and didn't respond even to the red-hot pain ripple again.

We can give you power that you would think wasn't possible,he whispered back. I felt a sudden lust for it. If I was going to die, I was going to die with my heart full and proud Open your heart to us, my chosen. Open my heart to them? All this time I had been striving against them, trying to subdue them and the Black Mark and fight back to win, to not let the into my heart and cause anger and snaps. But with that came power. Would I really trade of my emotions for power? Open your heart to the power. Did they really want me to change, so that I can survive?the whispered back. I felt a sudden lust for it. If I was going to die, I was going to die with my heart full and proud . Open my heart to them? Open, my chosen, open. All this time I had been striving against them, trying to subdue them and the Black Mark and fight back to win, to not let the into my heart and cause anger and snaps. But with that came power. Would I really trade of my emotions for power? Did they really want me to change, so that I can survive?

Open your heart to us, and you can live like a real cat live like a real cat. I was a real cat, but I wasn't a Clan cat. I was a rouge cat. A rouge cat who everyone hated because she join the other Clan cats in WindClan, who never got to go to a Gathering because she wasn't Clanborn. Live like a real cat, just for once.

Live like a real cat for once. I loved that. As the darkness swarmed around me, I felt the familiar sense of power in the Black Mark, bubbling with power. Power I could gain if I let it into my heart, and let the Black Cat have me. Power I wanted, to kill Sparklepaw with. Power that would let me live.

And so I opened my heart to the Black Mark, calling on the glorious power that flowed through it. The Black Mark brimmed for a second before a small trickle of the power dripped down to my heart, making it surprisingly full Perhaps this small bit of power will show you what it is like to live. Then the darkness around me grew lighter and lighter, soon it was blinding my eyes with purity. Then it vanished back into the empty blackness, letting me float. All in that time the first cats were rushing at Sparklepaw, and I felt the blackness grow blacker.

It is time, time for you to live as a realcat.

Sinewpaw

As soon as I stumbled out of the den, Flightpaw was wrestling with my sister, who had her claws in her gray, sleek back. Nightfoot hissed at Creamdrop, Sloshkit, Joykit, and Brightkit, sending them back into the nursery. After a few heartbeat, however, Creamdrop pushed back outside without her kits. Rainheart ran at Sparklepaw and shoved into her, trying to sperate the two furious she-cats.

Sparklepaw and Flightpaw had never been true friends, ever since Flightpaw joined she had been faster, smarter, and more skilled then my sister. Perhaps it was because of her harsh living conditions. When she first arrived, she was dragged in as a kit about four moons old, it took two senior warriors to pull her into the middle of the camp and hold her down. Then she had been ragged and even more wild-looking then ourselves. She hissed and spat like a tortured cat, and clawed one cat badly across the face, cutting off his ear. He retired soon after and changed his name to Lostear.

Even when she was held before she was a apprentice, I had always had a soft spot for Flightpaw. She was terrified of the other cats around her, her fear-scent stung the air in her den, but she acted as if there were no trace of fear in her body, constantly snarling and slashing at the other cats who got near her. For a while the only one who could get a tail-length close to her was Grayflower, so it was no wonder she was chosen as a Medicine Cat apprentice. After all, none of the other Clans could argue when Lostear brought up the fact that RiverClan had once had a rouge-born Medicine Cat.

When Flightpaw turned into an apprentice she had settled down rapidly and soon became on the favorite apprentices. For a while I thought a lot about her, until on day I realized something, she was a Medicine Cat Apprentice, bound forever not to have kits. We could never be together. But I decided to make the best of it as be as close as the Clan ways would let us be. Sparklepaw, however, didn't like this. She knew I loved Flightpaw, and hated it, mostly because she hated Flightpaw because she was rouge.

But none of this mattered as I watched Sparkepaw leap at Flightpaw and smash her face into the mud. For a heartbeat no body moved, my body was paralyzed as Sparklepaw laughed at her most hated cat dying from her long, vicious claws. Rainheart spun around and lunged back towards Sparklepaw, her paws thumping hard on the ground and the mud slick, sliding her slightly in different directions. Grayflower screamed and darted forward, Birchclaw right next to her, and then closely fallowed by Burlfur and Barkfur.

Then suddenly everyone froze about a tail-length away. Flightpaws' shoulder twitched, right on the Black Mark when had shown a few nights ago. It twitched again, and then grew slightly smaller. Ever cat in the clearing watched as Flightpaw slowly and shakily drew her paws into her sides, near death. But then, like an explosion of energy, Flightpaw shot up, twisting to throw Sparklepaw into Barkfur. The other warriors back away as the rouge shook mud from her face and puffed it from her nose before spinning to face Sparklepaw.

"Sparklepaw, what were you doing, smashing my face into the mud like that?" she hissed in icy sweetness. Sparklepaw pushed Barkfur and Burlfur aside and hissed at Flightpaw, challenging her. One of Flightpaws' eyes was plastered closed from the mud, but she didn't bother opening it. Instead she leapt forward towards Sparklepaw, claws unsheathed.

Sparklepaw drew a hasty defense as Flightpaw attacked like a chain of light, slashing at her back legs before rolling over her back and scoring her claws down the opposite shoulder. Sparklepaw spun around to face air as Flightpaw dodged away and attacked her other side. Sparklepaw spun around and stood, flabbergasted at the speed of Flightpaws' attacks. To her mistake she didn't attack, and that was all Flightpaw needed. With a hiss she smashed her claws into the side of Sparklepaws' head, throwing her sideways into the mud a little less then a foxlength away.

Sparklepaw groaned and tried in vain to get to her paws. Rain pattered down from above, washing mud off of all the cats including Flightpaw. She stared at Sparklepaw, and twitched her eye when a raindrop hit it, washing off the mud. I watched the Black Mark carefully, and saw it grow back to it's real size and slightly larger. Flightpaw opened her eye and looked around, a shivered ran down the spin of every cat in the clearing.

"Beautiful." whispered Flightpaw, her eyes glowing like stars and fire, "Finally, I feel the power." She smiled as she cast her frosty glare around the camp, before padding siletly away to the apprentice den, trendils of what looked like mist rising from her body. As she passed by me, I could feel an intense heat, like a fever, glowing from her, every drop of rain that hit her eventually burned into steam, which made it look as if she was surrounded in mist. She smiled as she passed me and whispered so quietly i could barely hear, "Finally I live as a real cat."

Before she entered the apprentice den again, she turned and looked back to Sparklepaw, who had lifted her head from the mud and was staring at her foe. A shiver ran down the spine of every cat in the Clan once again and FLightpaw turned away as Sparklepaw collapsed back into the mud, a chill cold rippled through the clearing as we reilized what had happened to Flightpaws' eye.

It had turned crystal blue.

Uh-huh. I wanted that color today when we went to buy contacts but my MOM said no... dang. But, i guess I'll have to live with that... remember, three reveiws!