I apologize for the very slow update. I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've had a lot of things to do, but with my other story I was working on completed, I can focus more on this one.

"No you fool! If you don't do it, you know the consequences!" Sandstorm heard Shadow meow furiously. She heard a yowl and turned towards the sound, only to see a scrawny white tom who didn't look much older than an apprentice lying on the ground. The tom shot up and hurried off, which is when Sandstorm noticed he had a limp.

"Yeah, I'd run too." She muttered to herself. "Only I can't."

Sandstorm sat in the area surrounded by silver web and hard floors that chilled the bottom of her paws. She had been sitting there for what seemed like a moon to her, listening to Sal tell his stories about being in Twoleg Place, and it was starting to get on her nerves. But she knew she had to be respectful to the elderly cat, so she just sat there quietly, occasionally listening, but mostly just losing herself in thought. The memory of her and Rain as small kits, tumbling around outside the nursery crossed her mind.

Flashback:

Sandkit crouched low, eyeing her small, brown target. She narrowed her eyes when the wind settled, and her prey lightly touched the ground. She leaped, and landed directly in the middle, it crunching beneath her petite paws.

The small kit turned around when she heard her mother purr in amusement. "That was very good Sandkit, but next time, try not to land on the ground so hard."

Sandkit nodded and looked down at the crushed leaf she was standing on. She then felt a heavy weight land on her back, causing her to fall into the soft dirt. She huffed and rolled over, knocking the gray ball of fluff off her.

"Hey, no fair Rainkit. I wasn't ready."

Rainkit just looked at her sister. She then tried to leap on her again, but Sandkit, learning from her previous experience, moved out of the way. She let out a playful hiss and charged at Rainkit. Sandkit knocked her down and tugged at her sister's ear, until she got pushed away. They tumbled around for a little while, until the sun began to set and they were called into the nursery. That night, they both curled up closely beside their mother, Sandkit falling asleep to the sound of her mother and sister's slow, steady breathing.

End Flashback:

Sandstorm felt a pang of sadness inside her. The memory had always stayed in her mind, along with the day her sister had left her and the huge lie she had to tell her Clan. She pushed the thought of lying to her Clan, the ones that had always been there for her away, and tried to focus on something else. Anything but that.

She slid to the ground, rested her head on her paws, and sighed. Those times seemed so long ago. What had happened to her sister? Though she had always had trouble reasoning right from wrong, she would have never thought Rain would turn out this way.

But Sandstorm couldn't help but blame herself. Sandstorm, being the oldest of the small litter, had always been told by their mother to watch out for her, to make sure she knew right from wrong, and to take care of her. She closed her eyes.

'I should have stopped her, made her stay with the Clan. This is all my fault.'

Sorrelpaw opened her eyes and stretched. The sunlight streamed through the Apprentice Den as Sorrelpaw padded outside and gazed up. She was surprised to see the sun in the middle of the sky, and wondered why Sandstorm hadn't come to wake her up, because they were supposed to go hunting earlier that morning.

'That's odd. Did Sandstorm sleep in? That's not like her.'

The young she-cat made her way to the Warrior's Den, and poked her head inside. The den was empty except for Brackenfur curled up in a ball of golden brown fur asleep.

'She wouldn't have went without me and not tell me, would she?' Sorrelpaw wondered. But deciding Sandstorm wouldn't do that, Sorrelpaw went to find someone to ask where her mentor had gone. She heard rustling and turned towards the gorse tunnel at the entrance of camp, seeing Mousefur's dark pelt appear. Sorrelpaw bounded over to her.

Mousefur walked over to to the fresh kill pile and dropped the two squirrels on it as Sorrelpaw approached. Sorrelpaw bowed her head to the older warrior.

"Have you seen Sandstorm?" The apprentice asked.

"No I haven't. All day. But while you're here, you can help me retrieve the rest of my fresh kill."

Sorrelpaw sighed, but agreed. "Yes Mousefur, of course."

The senior warrior and apprentice trotted along through the forest until Mousefur halted underneath a large bush. She scratched at the ground until two mice and a thrush appeared. Mousefur picked up the thrush and Sorrelpaw held the two mice as they continued on. They reached a tall oaktree, and Mousefur sat down her kill.

"I just need to get this squirrel, then we will head back to camp." Mousefur dug near the roots and came up with a bushy tailed squirrel. Sorrelpaw sat down the mice.

A breeze blew by, and Sorrelpaw caught on to a faint, farmilar scent. It was Sandstorm. Sorrelpaw turned to Mousefur to see any signs that she caught the young warrior's scent, but Mousefur had her prey in her mouth, blocking any faint outside scents.

"Come on. Lets get back to camp," Mousefur meowed impatiently around the kill in her mouth. Sorrelpaw grabbed the two mice and followed the dusky she-cat towards the camp, turning her head back every so often, as if hoping to see her mentor standing there.

Sandstorm's ears pricked at the sound of paw steps. Rain appeared, and sat in front of her sister, while Sal napped in the corner. They stared at eachother, chilling blue locked with emerald. Finally Sandstorm spoke, disrupting the eerie silence.

"Why, Rain?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you leave ThunderClan? That's the one thing I never did completely understand. Why did you leave your friends and family? The ones who were always there for you?"

Rain shifted her silver paws, her throat beginning to feel tight. "You still don't get it after all this time. In the Clan, everyone relied on everyone else. A Warrior always has the pressure of taking care of the entire Clan. Who wants that? Here, you don't have to take care of anyone but yourself. The way it should be. No one ever even dares fight Shadow or I, because they respect us. They know Shadow is doing what is best for everyone. Soon, the Clans will see that as well."

"What are you talking about?" Sandstorm asked her sister, neck fur bristling slightly.

"The new BloodClan will go into the forest, and share their ways with the Clans. I have learned from Shadow that the Clans are too soft. If you want anything done, it must be with tooth and claw. It's difficult to understand, but the rewards will be great. The forest savages will learn the right way to live. If you join me Sandstorm, you could help save the forest cats. No more battles will be fought between them. The warriors would only have to serve BloodClan when we needed to fight. No more hunting for everyone, no more worrying about your Clan. We will be treated with the upmost respect,and every cat will be thankful. Will you join me?"

Sandstorm looked shocked. "What? Have you got bees in your brain? I would never take part in ThunderClan's own destruction, or any of the Clans'. Shadow has obviously got you fooled. I've seen her using fear and hate to control others around here. She's anything but selfless and caring."

"You don't know what you're saying. She practically raised me, and you think I don't know how she is?"

"Rain, I have only been here since moonrise, and I already know her better than you do."

Rain narrowed her blue eyes and rose to her paws. "You have until sunrise to think about my offer."

"And if I don't join you?"

"Well, I'm sure that mate of yours will come with your foolish friends looking for you. But we'll be waiting for them. If you help us, we may spare their lives." Rain meowed and stalked away.

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