Here's chapter 11. I actually wrote this chapter once with a completely different plot line and ending, but I erased the whole thing and rewrote it. The first one was an idea I had, which could have been interesting, yet it was highly unlikely that it would happen in the Warrior cats world.

Fact: By now I am sure you've guessed the characters for the summary.

Dapplepaw is the she-cat who met the tom, Ashpaw, as a kit and falls in love. Rainpaw is the cat who falls in love with Ashpaw, and Creampaw is the one who is after Foxstep. Foxstep, lastly, is the tom in LeafClan who likes Dapplepaw.

Rosepaw's claws scraped the rock as she landed. Ashpaw watched her, waiting for her next move. She tried to catch her breath, desperate to not show her fatigue to her opponent.

"Surely you can do better, Rosepaw!" Ashpaw called, trying to provoke her. He lashed his tabby tail, ready to stay on his paws if she attacked him.

Rosepaw fought the urge to answer his remark with one of her own. She needed to concentrate, think about a strategy. Her mind worked with the plans swiftly, but not swift enough. Ashpaw launched himself at her, and in a flash he had her pinned to the ground.

"Hey, not fair!" Rosepaw hissed. "I wasn't ready!" She squirmed under his paws, trying to free herself.

Ashpaw rolled his eyes, stepping off her. "In battle your opponent won't give you a chance to get ready." He glanced at Sagewhisker, who gave him a nod of approval. "Those DuskClan rogues will be easy to beat."

"We don't know if we're having a battle," Sagewhisker, the deputy, corrected. "With their dangerous advancements on the border it may be a possibility. However, Smokestar isn't mouse-brained enough to let her scrawny warriors engage in battle."

Stoneheart snorted to voice his opinion. "DuskClan always has fluff in their brain. I would expect such a stupid move from them." He sat down. "Anyway, Rosepaw, your form was horrible. If you fought like that in a real battle you would die within moments. You didn't use a single battle move that you were taught. Do you even care about this at all?"

"Well, now that you bring it up, I don't particularly." Rosepaw sniffed, glancing away from her mentor's piercing glare. "Can't the warriors handle their problems without dragging their apprentices in?"

Stoneheart's gaze darkened. "Rosepaw, I have never had a worse apprentice. You are disrespectful and careless. If you keep the attitude up I will talk to Hollowstar about expulsion, seeing as you aren't a use to the clan." He whirled away, tail lashing.

Rosepaw recoiled, eyes wide. She glanced at Sagewhisker, expecting a shake of the head to confirm that it could never happen. The deputy shut her eyes. "He isn't serious. I think that's enough training for one evening." She got to her paws and started for camp.

Ashpaw stayed silent as well. "Why didn't you defend me?" Rosepaw snarled at him once Sagewhisker was out of earshot. "Is that any way to treat me?" She flicked her tail, feeling a stab of betrayal.

"What was I supposed to say?" Ashpaw snapped, his patience running thin. "You are all those things! If I countered them then they would know that I was lying! Instead of wanting other cats to rat you out, why don't you do some work for a change?"

Ashpaw's words rang in her ears all night. Rosepaw couldn't sleep. She couldn't even shut her eyes. She didn't want to after she saw a stir of movement in the apprentice's den. It was Ashpaw, who quietly exited without a sound.

Her interest sparked, Rosepaw got to her paws and followed him, keeping a distance between them. He crept through the night effortlessly and skillfully. He wasn't wandering; he knew exactly where his paws were taking him.

Rosepaw felt her heart beat quicker. What was he up to? And he clearly knew his path well, so how had she not noticed before?

Once Ashpaw stepped over the border marking Rosepaw's curiosity rose another significant amount. Was he conspiring with rogues? Eating kittypet food? Or was it just as minor as hunting by himself or preferring the night to daytime.

Rosepaw slowed her pace along with Ashpaw, who crouched down and scaled an apple tree with ease. He crouched down on a worn branch and turned to another cat, which Rosepaw had just noticed.

Oddly, the cat looked familiar. She had green eyes and fluffy fur, almost like kitten fur. Rosepaw thought about all the cats at the Gatherings she had been to. This cat was small, so definitely an apprentice.

Rosepaw sat beside Ashpaw, relatively close to him. He didn't seem to notice, which somewhat bothered her, but not enough for her to make a fuss like she normally would have.

Two LeafClan apprentices padded forward, squeezing through the crowd of cats. One had blue eyes and a light grey tabby pelt color. That one also look confused, nervous, and a touch scared and stuck to the side of the other one. The other, however, surveyed everything with interest. She had green eyes that Rosepaw hated to admit were pretty. Her fur was fuzzy, making Rosepaw guess she was an early apprenticed kit. The confident one glanced around for a moment before saying, "Hello."

Ashpaw had a flicker of recognition on his face, making Rosepaw narrow her eyes. "I saw you at the border today. Now, please, to clear this issue up, where you an attack party?" Ashpaw asked, his amber eyes gleaming.

The she-cat shook her head, her posture relaxing a touch. "No, of course not." She dipped her head to the circle of apprentices. "I'm Dapplepaw, and this is my sister, Rainpaw."

Rainpaw dipped her head slightly. "Hello."

What was with these two? Was 'hello' their opening statement or something?

Ashpaw nodded his head. "I'm sure you all know by now, I'm Ashpaw." He looked at Rosepaw, who tried to give a friendly nod. "This is Rosepaw." He turned to a DuskClan tom. "And that's Sparrowpaw."

Rosepaw snapped back from her memory. This cat perched in the tree talking to Ashpaw was named Dapplepaw. She and Ashpaw were close to each other, closer than Ashpaw had ever sat beside her.

She flattened her ears, almost positive she knew what was going on. Secret meetings! Fooling each other into thinking they have a hope of being together. Well, they're both wrong. And I am going to help Ashpaw realize it. Rosepaw started backing up. In her fit of anger she stepped on a brittle stick, making it snap.

"Did you hear something?" Dapplepaw asked, her ears flaring up. "I thought I did."

Ashpaw glanced around. "I don't think so. Your imagination is overly active, I think." He shrugged, making Dapplepaw nod her head with agreement.

Rosepaw let out a silent breath of relief. It wasn't easy to hide her white pelt in the pitch black of night, so she thanked the foliage around her. She turned around so that she could see where she was going.

Once she was a safe distance from the two apprentices she burst into a full flighted run, racing as quickly as she could to the opposite end of the territory, a plan running in her mind. Dapplepaw wouldn't get Ashpaw, that was for sure.

Rosepaw didn't feel herself tiring. She just kept going, though she was sure she'd feel the effects after she stopped and the adrenaline died down. She paused at the Snake Rocks, listening to make sure she was alone. Carefully, she inched closer to DuskClan territory.

At the border marking she took a wary step forward. Did she really want to do this. Yes, she did. She got her way, always. Rosepaw fully placed herself on the other side and started marching around the marshy forest, spreading her scent anywhere she could get it.

A war would errupt. DuskClan and SunClan would fight, while LeafClan would be stuck in the middle and choose a side. Either way, LeafClan would fight as well, giving Rosepaw her chance to take back what she deserved. Dapplepaw would regret ever stepping foot in that tree.

The next morning the dawn patrol let out a yowl. Rosepaw shot up in her nest, ears perked and waiting. They must have not gotten too far before they were attacked, which is what Rosepaw guessed had happened.

Excited that the chips of her plan were falling into their perfect places, she crept out of the apprentice's den and listened. The whole clan was filing out of their dens, anxious about the commotion.

It wasn't long before Rustclaw led his patrol back into camp, their fur matted with blood and their expressions grave. "DuskClan attacked us. On our own territory. And they promised they would return."

Hollowstar bounded down from his den, curious. "Did they? Last I saw them they were scrawny and weak." The leader looked each warrior in the eye. "How could you have lost?"

"Well, they were mad," Pouncewhisker piped in, her tail lashing. "They said our scent was all over the territory. Lies, of course. They just want to start a fight." She sighed, looking around her before her gaze rested on Hollowstar. "We need help. From LeafClan."

Hollowstar took a shaky breath, shutting his eyes. "Are you sure? They don't have much prey. We can take them without LeafClan's help."

"No! If we don't ask for LeafClan's help then DuskClan will. Then we will definitely lose. We need them on our side so they don't fight against us." Rustclaw stared at his leader, expressing no change in thought. "Think about it."

Rosepaw listened, leaning forward. She caught Hollowstar's discreet nod. "I will set up a patrol of warriors to go and talk with Brackenstar. I will lead it."

He glanced around, plucking cats from the crowd. As much as Rosepaw wanted to get a feel for LeafClan territory, she didn't volunteer herself. She sat quietly, acting as though she was in shock, even adding a few trembles to make it more realistic.

Of course Ashpaw was there, eyes dark. He sighed, getting to his paws. "This isn't good," he meowed, but there was a hint of relief in his voice. Rosepaw knew it was because LeafClan was now an ally to SunClan, causing her to feel a wave of sickness.

"I-I'm scared," she meowed, trying to grab his attention. "Ashpaw, I am not a good fighter. I don't want to die." Rosepaw turned away, acting as though she were humiliated.

Ashpaw blinked, surprised at her vulnerability. Well that's what you like, right? Cats who spill their thoughts to you, she thought bitterly. If he wanted to be around a weak cat, then she would be a weak cat.

Ashpaw shook his head, disagreeing with her. "You'll be fine. You've beaten me before. I don't know what you're so worried about." He shrugged, though a flash of confusion came over him.

Rosepaw considered how her voice would turn out before speaking again. "But practice is different, Ashpaw. This is real." Her voice wavered with the perfect amount of fake fear. She felt a spark of happiness inside of her.

Her plan, well, it would work. SunClan would win the battle, obviously, but Dapplepaw would be dead. Rosepaw would be the last one left.

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Next chapter: Creampaw confronts Rainpaw about her recent discovery, while Rosepaw's actions fall into place just the way she wants them to.

Question: Did Rosepaw every strike you like she would a good character? Why?