The Unnamed Guest- Thank you for reading my note. I think i'll just continue with this story instead of adopting the other one since Moonbirds probably won't reply. I will put a disclaimer in each chapter though. Thank you!

Mad Hat Dragon- Yes, Frostpaw is insane. The shock of the betrayal was to much for her.

Q.O.T.D.: What is a good warrior name for Frostpaw?

Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. The original plot isn't mine, it comes from an unfinished fanfiction called "Redemption" by Moonbirds. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Frostpaw watched as Goldenpaw's body rolled into the fox den. The rain was still pouring, soaking through her fur. But she didn't mind it, her body was still tingling with excitement from the murder. Frostpaw gripped a stick in her jaws and snuck into the den herself. The fox was gone, but there was a fresh pile of dung on the floor. She coated the stick with it and retraced her steps. She dragged the stick behind her and made sure that it left a fresh scent. The scents were fading from the rain, but she had to make sure that everything fit with her story. She had masked her scent before dragging Goldenpaw to the fox's den, so she didn't need to cover it. Next Frostpaw laid down her own scent trail leading to a hollow tree trunk. She curled up inside and licked the water from her fur until she fell asleep.

Frostpaw opened her eyes. She was sitting in a creek, the water gently tugging at her fur. One of her paws was in clear water, untainted by mud or twolegs. Her other paw was in dark, murky water that she wouldn't dare drink out of. Slowly two forests appeared. On one side was the starry, beautiful forest she had seen only once before. It radiated a feeling of peace and the sky was littered with stars. On the other side was a dark and dank forest. This forest was ominous and the sky was pitch black. Two cats stepped out from each of the forests, their eyes were closed. Frostpaw gasped, 'They are both me.'

The cat from the starry forest was beautiful with a glossy coat and was in perfect condition. The other had tangled, matted fur and her pelt was crisscrossed with scars. Both cats opened their eyes, one had brilliant green ones while the other's was pure red. Then they opened their mouths and spoke.

"The decision lies with you, what path do you choose to take?" Frostpaw looked at her reflection in the stream. Her face was split down the middle. One half was peaceful with green eyes that seemed to hold great wisdom. The other was malevolent with glowing red eyes and a sinister smile. The water started to swirl and her reflection became distorted. It kept swirling until it formed a whirlpool and started to suck Frostpaw in. She gave a strangled cry, but the water had already pulled her into it. She tried to swim back up, but the water was too strong. Soon everything went dark.

"Frostpaw! Frostpaw! Wake up!" Frostpaw's eyes snapped open to find herself staring into Dustpaw's yellow eyes. "You were crying in your sleep," he said to her with a concerned look. Frostpaw shook her head to clear it.

"I'm fine," she said curtly. A look of hurt flashed across Dustpaw's face, but Frostpaw couldn't bring herself to care. She crawled out of the hole and stretched. At that moment, a patrol consisting of Leaffall, Snowshine, and Birdpaw loped up to the tree that Frostpaw had nested in.

"Dustpaw, did you pick up any-" Leaffall trailed off when she saw Frostpaw. Snowshine immediately pounced on her daughter and covered her with frantic licks. Frostpaw nearly hissed in annoyance.

"Frostpaw, what happened?" Birdpaw asked as Frostpaw tried to wriggle out of her mother's grasp. "Where is Goldenpaw?" Frostpaw looked at her in confusion.

"Goldenpaw? He didn't go back to camp?" she asked and Birdpaw shook her head. Snowshine had finally calmed down and started to berate her.

"Why did you stay out all night?! Did you have any idea how worried all of us were about you?! Especially with that storm! We had thought that you two had died just like…" she trailed off and all the cats hung their heads in sorrow.

"Just like who?" Frostpaw prompted. She was curious for she remembered that someone had died in this storm, she just didn't remember who.

"Berrybush. She was out for a walk when the storm started. She couldn't make it to camp in time and… she got hit by a falling branch," Dustpaw answered. 'Died from a falling branch? What a pathetic way to go,' she thought. Her complete lack of empathy surprised her. 'Berrybush hadn't done anything to me. Why am I so hostile towards her?' Even though she couldn't bring herself to feel anything for the slightly senile elder, she bowed her head in mourning.

"Frostpaw, can you come with us? Where was it that you last saw Goldenpaw?" Frostpaw took them to a place a little ways away from the clearing where she had murdered Goldenpaw.

"We decided to split up here," she said. "I think he went that way," she pointed her tail in the direction of the clearing. Leaffall turned to Frostpaw and dipped her head.

"Thank you Frostpaw, you may head back to camp. You've had a long night. One of the apprentices will escort you," she turned to the two apprentice and Frostpaw held her breath. 'Please don't pick Dustpaw,' she begged to Leaffall in her head. She found his pinning and affection annoying. She had learned her lesson about love in her first life and didn't have time for a mate anyway. "Birdpaw," Leaffall decided. Frostpaw let out a sigh of relief. The two apprentices padded away to camp. Frostpaw could feel the effects of sleeping in the damp tree starting to kick in. Her back ached and her pads felt tender. When the two got to camp they saw cats clustered around the body of Berrybush, pushing their noses into her fur. Cats who weren't sitting vigil were cleaning up the camp. The clearing was strewn with pieces of debris and you could hardly walk five steps before having to step over a fallen branch. Frostpaw made her way to the medicine cat's den while Birdpaw started to help with the clean up. When Frostpaw entered the medicine cat's den, she saw Snakepaw who snapped his head up at her arrival.

"Frostpaw, you're here!" he said excitedly. Frostpaw was in no mood to deal with him, so she just flicked her ear and curled up in a nest. The den was dark, but when her eyes got accustomed to the light she saw Icepaw. Her face was plastered with leaf pulp and cobwebs. Her fur was disheveled and scars could plainly be seen. Frostpaw smiled at her masterpiece. Even she could barely look at Icepaw without flinching. 'Serves you right for what you did to me.'

"Frostpaw, your task is to catch two mice, one squirrel, and one thrush. You have until Sunhigh, go," Rosethorn commanded. Frostpaw loped into the forest, scenting the air for prey. The cold leafbare air filled her lungs and she fluffed up her fur.

It had been four moons since she murdered Goldenpaw. The clan had picked up Frostpaw's fake fox trail and assumed the fox had killed him. Flowerpetal laid in the medicine cat's den for days after his death. She would cry out sometimes that she didn't even get to bury the body. 'That piece of fox dung didn't deserve a burial,' Frostpaw snarled in her mind. Then she smirked, 'Well, he really is a piece of fox dung now.'

Larksong had given birth two moons ago to Redkit and Berrykit. She had named Berrykit after Berrybush and Frostpaw recalled that she was Larksong and Treenose's mother.

Icepaw's injuries had healed, but she had lost the use of one of her eyes. Her face was also covered in scars and her ears were in shreds. No cat really looked at her when they spoke to her and most tried to stay out of her way. Fawnspots tried to help her how to hunt and fight with only one eye, but there wasn't much progress. Icepaw grew more and more distant from the clan. Her warrior ceremony was expected to be delayed by at least two moons. Frostpaw on the other paw had excelled so much in her training, thanks to her night training, that her warrior ceremony was pushed a moon ahead. This was her final test and she knew she could pass.

Frostpaw found a burrow of mice hidden under the roots of a tree. She killed them quickly and buried them under the snow. She had gotten four mice, two more than she was supposed to. Now all that was left was a squirrel and a thrush. She found a skinny squirrel digging in the snow. Frostpaw couldn't let it get up the tree since she knew Rosethorn was watching her. She wanted her tree climbing and leaping abilities to stay secret. She crept up on the squirrel, her pelt blending into the snow. She gathered her haunches and leaped, killing the squirrel with a swift bite. Now Frostpaw just needed a thrush. It was easier to find one than she had anticipated and when she was finished, Rosethorn walked out of the bush she had been hiding under.

"Congratulations Frostpaw. You completed your assessment and long before sunhigh. You are definitely ready to become a warrior," Rosethorn said with a proud gleam in her eyes. Frostpaw nodded and had to stop her paws from quivering with excitement. 'I had missed out on my chance to become a warrior last time. This time, it will be you, Icepaw,' she thought.