Once again, thank you to those who have reviewed. I've updated the Clan Cats and excluded what hasn't changed, but I'll have to put more stuff next chapter. -sigh- Anyway, enjoy!

Clan Cats

Warriors (Toms and she-cats without kits):

Windstorm- Gray she-cat with blue-green eyes; the eldest warrior

Nightstep- Very dark gray tom with a slight attitude

Dustcloud- Big black tom

Apprentice: Falconpaw

Mistclaw- Silver and white tabby she-cat

Embereye- Coal gray tabby tom with fiery amber eyes

Duskhawk- Dark grey (almost black) tom with amber eyes

Leafpelt- Golden brown tom

Cloudstripe- Very light gray tabby she-cat

Wetfur- Longhaired blue-gray she-cat with deep gray eyes

Lightfoot- Swift ginger tom

Nettleclaw- Brown tom

Lizardclaw- Smoke gray tom with one brown hind paw

Sunfur- Pale ginger she-cat with white paws and chest, a light brown spot on her muzzle

Blackrain- Black tom with golden eyes

Riverwind- Auburn tabby tom

Apprentices(more than six moons old, in training to become warriors):

Falconpaw- Longhaired tortoiseshell she-cat with silver on her muzzle, chin, chest, and underbelly

Eaglepaw- Dark brown tom with darker stripes. Med. Cat Apprentice

Queens (She-cats expecting or nursing kits):

Swiftbrook- Pale brown tabby she-cat with colorful blue-green eyes. Eldest nursery queen. Expecting kits

Dawnsong- Tortoiseshell and white she-cat. Recently had kits

Blizzardpelt- White she-cat. Raising kits; soon to be apprenticed

Kits:

Shortkit- Smallest kit of Blizzardpelt's. White fur with one green eye and one blue eye; she-cat

Nightkit- Black tom with glossy pelt

Heatherkit- She-cat with colorful dappled pelt

Silverkit- Silver tabby she-cat

Story

Three days had passed since Falconpaw had figured out Lightfoot was spying on her. Sunfur, Blackrain, and Riverwind (formerly Falconpaw's denmates, and now, as she thinks of them, 'Moonstar's Trustworthy Cats') have become warriors, and had been outside all night in the warm breeze as Centries, as tradition.

Falconpaw blinked open her eyes. She looked around the den, startled as to why nobody was in there but her. It all suddenly flooded back to her: Riverwind's warrior cerimony, figuring out she had RiverClan blood, and remembering Lightfoot spying on her.

Falconpaw stood and stretched out her legs one at a time. She turned toward the entrence to the den and emerged in the clearing. Dawn had arisen, and Silverpelt was fading in the light. Falconpaw turned her head to see Sunfur, Riverwind and Blackrain sitting in a row silently near the entrence to camp, awaiting relief from their centry duties.

Curling her lip, Falconpaw turned and padded to the fresh-kill pile for breakfast. She picked out a plump mouse and took it back to the tree stump. She began to eat it, looking up to see Moonstar emerge from his den. He padded briskly over to the three new warriors and nodded to them, then turned back toward the Highrock. The Warriors jumped up and trotted to the fresh-kill pile. Swallowing a piece of mouse, Falconpaw looked up expectantly. She then frowned as her friends settled down by the nettle clump. Flattening her ears, Falconpaw purposely turned herself from them and continued to eat.

The sun rose higher, and Falconpaw sat outside the apprentice's den. She eagerly looked around for Dustcloud. She wanted to have some more training. Falconpaw shifted her eyes to the Warrior's den and watched it closely. Shadows had begun to move around behind the hanging branches. Pricking her ears forward, Falconpaw listened. Finally, a cat came out.

Falconpaw frowned as Lightfoot trotted out of the den. He stopped and took a refreshing deep breath of air. Falconpaw rolled her eyes. He had better do stretches before today, because if I go out with Dustcloud, there is going to be a lot of walking to do. Lightfoot turned toward her and started walking in her direction. Falconpaw turned away and sat facing the Highrock.

Lightfoot stepped up to her and cleared his throat. Barely acknowlodging him, she flicked her ear. "Falconpaw, don't be like this," he urged, sitting next to her.

"Why not? Everyone's left me! I dont' have any friends now." Lightfoot snorted.

"Nonsense. Sunfur is still your friend. Blackrain still talks about you- in a good way," he added quickly, then went on, "And Riverwind is still asking Moonstar to make you a Warrior." Falconpaw raised her eyes to Lightfoot.

"What about you?" She asked. "What are you doing that will make me feel better?" Lightfoot looked slightly taken aback.

"I'm still your friend, Falconpaw. I want you to trust me, like you used to." Falconpaw lowered her head.

"I can't. I can't trust anyone right now. The whole Clan thinks I'll turn traitor, and Moonstar probably doesn't even want me to participate in any Clan activities." Lightfoot frowned.

"No. The Gathering is tonight, and he wants you to come." Falconpaw felt a shiver. What if Ghostbird is there? Will she recognize her lost kit? She stared at the ground.

The lichen hanging over the Highrock parted, and Moonstar came out again, then turned and was padding toward them, looking serious. Lightfoot turned his head toward his leader, who mewed, "You can go," He flicked his tail to Lightfoot. The ginger warrior nodded, and turned to whisper to Falconpaw,

"Accept his invitation... Please." He stood and walked to the fresh-kill pile, and layed next to the new warriors to eat, though Riverwind had finished and was padding away. Falconpaw looked up to Moonstar. The white tom sat beside her. "Are you anxious?" Moonstar asked, turning a soft gaze on her.
"About what?" Falconpaw asked, trying to sound confused. Moonstar chuckled.

"This will only be your second Gathering. There are new cats to meet in every Clan. It is something every Apprentice and new Warrior would be excited about." Falconpaw locked eyes with him.

"You really think I should go? But... Ghostbird-" Moonstar interrupted,
"What do you mean? Why is she suddenly important?" Falconpaw stared at him. Doe he really think I don't know? She spoke after a few heartbeats of eye contact,

"She's my mother, isn't she?" Moonstar drew in a breath. "RiverClan is my real home, isn't it?" She braced herself for a scolding for spying, but the leader simply nodded.
"I was sure you'd find out. I asked the Clan not to give anything away, but you're smarter than that." Falconpaw looked away.

"I've known since two moonrises ago..." She explained. "When you and Grasstail recieved the prophecy."

Moonstar looked out at the clearing. Cats had begun to emerge from their dens to eat, then go about their duties.

"Moonstar?" Falconpaw started, shuffling her paws in the dirt.

"Yes?" The white leader answered. Falconpaw didn't know where to begin. Should she ask him about Lightfoot? About her place in the Clan? About what the prophecy meant?

"Ask anything," Moonstar said, seeing the confusion in Falconpaw's expression. The she-cat looked up to him.

"Do I belong here?" She asked, before she could stop herself. Moonstar looked taken aback.

"Of course! Why would you think otherwise?" He stood up before Falconpaw could reply, and padded over to the Warrior's den where Desertsong had appeared.

The apprentice puzzled over all the questions swimming in her mind. Moonstar seemed serious enough. He looked expectant, and she guessed he really wanted her at the Gathering. Lightfoot had seemed quite anxious about her coming as well. With a heavy sigh of confusion and discomfort, Falconpaw stood and shook herself. She turned toward the Warrior's den, wanting to ask Dustcloud for a bit of training. Falconpaw padded up to the hanging wall of vines and ducked in. She was greeted face-to-face with Riverwind, their noses no more than a mouse length from touching. Riverwind blinked in surprise before her, and stepped backward to focus. Falconpaw twitched a whisker. Riverwind was the first to speak, "Hi Falconpaw. Are you looking for Dustcloud?"

"Do you know where he is?" She went right to the point. Riverwind then answered,

"Hunting." He paused. "With Mistclaw." Falconpaw rolled her eyes with a snort.

"If I don't get those two seperated soon, I'll have four nosy new apprentices in the den and out before I'm even in my fifth month of training." Riverwind snickered in amusement.

"Well, you can always go out with..." He trailed off. Falconpaw frowned.
"Yeah, remember, there is only me in the den now." She turned away from Riverwind and padded out into the main clearing.

Dustcloud had just emerged from the gorse tunnel with Mistclaw behind him. Falconpaw turned her paws and trotted toward them. "Dustcloud?" She called, coming to walk further in beside the two warriors.
"What is it, Falconpaw?" The black tom answered.
"I want to get some more training. I can't help feeling that we've been sliding off of our little schedule." Dustcloud came to a stop. He nodded in understanding.

"I believe you're right." He meowed, then adding, "I'll get us out for a few hours before the Gathering." Falconpaw smiled and watched as he and Mistclaw padded off toward the Warriors den to clear out times for the training. The apprentice then became curious. Mistclaw and Dustcloud had been out quite a few times, just the two of them, all in the past week. Falconpaw rolled one shoulder then the other, trying to stretch out a ball of betrayal that tightened her muscles. Would he choose Mistclaw before she became a warrior?

Still Editing and Adding on things...