Hey. I inserted a 'ALLEGIANCES' thing so u guys wouldn't get confused. XP

Since this chappie's long enough I will say no more. (zips mouth)

ENJOY!!!

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ThunderClan

LEADER Flamestar- Orange she-cat with blue eyes

DEPUTY Finchfeather- Gray she-cat with yellow eyes

Apprentice, Nightpaw

MEDICINE CAT Gingerlight- Orange she-cat, one green eye, one blue

WARRIORS (toms and she-cats without kits)

Joyheart- Pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

Blacksky- Black tom, blue eyes

Apprentice, Lionpaw

Mapletail- Brown she-cat with amber eyes

Snowstorm- White tom with orange paws, amber eyes

Lithetail-Black and white tom with green eyes

Apprentice, Silverpaw

Lichenspots- Pretty tabby with amber eyes

Apprentice, Wolfpaw

Linxheart- Brown tom, green eyes

Skylight- Blue-gray she-cat, blue eyes

Patterpelt- White she-cat with ginger and black splotches, blue eyes

Faitheye- Black she-cat with very short tail, amber eyes

Icefrost- Silver tom, yellow eyes

Duskfall- Brown tom, green eyes

Tumblefoot- Gray and white she-cat, green eyes

Stormcloud- Gray tom, amber eyes

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

Lionpaw- Orange tom with amber eyes

Nightpaw- Black she-cat with blue eyes

Silverpaw- Silver-gray she-cat with green eyes

Wolfpaw- Gray tom, green eyes

QUEENS (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)

Crystalheart- White she-cat, green eyes

(Kit(s)-Cloverkit, Shadowkit)

Runningdream- Orange and white she-cat, amber eyes

(Kit(s)-Leopardkit)

ELDERS (former warriors and queens, now retired)

Oakwhisker- Old gray tom, amber eyes

Tawnytail- Tortoiseshell she-cat, yellow eyes

Silverpaw quietly hopped along the stepping-stones, grief keeping her quiet. She was remembering her beloved mentor, her brother, her good friend Rabbitpaw…her father. Why hadn't she known him from the start? She had heard stories about him, but now she wondered if he really did abandon her mother, like Goldkit had said.

The question was: What had she done to lose so much? Did she deserve what was happening to her? It was as if every cat she had ever cared about was being taken away from her, one by one.

She closed her eyes as she paused on a smooth step, lost in memories of her precious Clanmates…

Duskkit. Her fearless brother, willing to take on a badger at his age. He had not expected to die from sickness, but in battle. He had even hoped to be leader.

Brownkit. The last-born, looking up to Duskkit with all his heart, vowing to be his noble deputy. He was a strong-willed kit with the spirit of a true warrior.

Wheatkit. Her favorite littermate, with a heart of gold. A slightly reckless young kit with a passion for adventure.

Rabbitpaw. A brave tom that could stand up to all of StarClan for those he cared about.

Rosepetal. A loyal ThunderClan cat, a mentor, a friend. Lost to a selfish murderer.

Why had they all died? What had they done? Silverpaw knew one thing, though. She would get back at the cat that had done this to them. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

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Silverpaw sighed, and opened one eye again, finishing her last few steps. She was back to reality, and headed towards none other than the ShadowClan border.

"Goldkit, please be okay," she silently prayed, staring at the cloudy heavens above her.

Silverpaw did not care at all about her personal safety. In fact, she had escaped form camp quickly: Flamestar had ordered her not to go anywhere, and had doubled patrols.

"If the enemy shows up," thought Silverpaw darkly. "I'll kill it for what it did yesterday to Rosepetal. Killing a lone warrior in the dark. He's going to wither away in the Forest of Darkness!"

She lifted her nose and breathed in deeply. She had not yet gotten a taste of hunting. She hadn't learned to fight yet. She didn't even recognize most forest smells. She was a lost cause.

"I hope Flamestar gets me a good mentor," she moaned to herself. "I need one to survive out here…Great StarClan, I don't even know how to kill a rabbit!"

She sighed and tried to track down the border by the familiar surroundings.

"I remember. This is where Goldkit caught that mouse…"

"Going somewhere?" A mew jolted Silverpaw out of her memory and made her yowl in shock. Instinct alone told her she was in danger, and she unsheathed her claws. "Come on out! I know you're there!" she spat, knowing it was the enemy. "I'll fight you to the death, I swear by StarClan! I'll-"

"Hey, hey! Slow down!" A creamy-colored she-cat stepped out, whiskers quivering in amusement. "Acting tough, are we now?"

"Goldkit!" Silverpaw breathed a sigh of relief as her friend stepped out of the bushes, fur scraggly and unkempt. "Thank StarClan! I thought you were-"

"-the killer?" finished Goldkit, looking solemn. "I suspected it. Why'd you come our here, anyway? I thought you'd be scared out of your fur!"

"To see you again. We're friends aren't we?"

"We never weren't! I got in trouble, but that's not keeping me from seeing you, either!"

"What? You came out here just to see me? Goldkit, this is pretty far away from ThunderClan camp."

"Oh-just exploring first," said Goldkit coolly, though she suddenly looked nervous. "Then I told myself I'd see you."

"Out with it," mewed Silverpaw, tail-tip twitching in laughter. "I know why you're here, and it's not to see me."

"Okay, okay! I got mad," muttered the kit. "It made me feel so helpless, seeing your mentor dead like that…and I remembered you told me about your brother and your friend dying, too. But I told myself I'd see you after that, I promise! I went out…to…hunt the killer down. I wanted to avenge you."

"Goldkit," Silverpaw was incredibly touched, but at the same time amazed at her friend's recklessness. "I appreciate this, but-but Goldkit, think logically. You could kill a leader with nine lives easily, I'm sure-"

"Ten lives. I'd go for eleven as well."

"Whatever. The thing is, Goldkit, these cats are vicious! They're not like other cats, willing to be merciful. And even though you're strong, you're-you're just a kit, Goldkit. Bring a few other cats, and I'd say 'Sure, why not?' But you need help with this!"

"And what do you propose we do?" hissed Goldkit scornfully.

Silverpaw dropped her gaze. She felt guilty, disobeying her mother and the Clan's safety, but she felt anger, too, burning inside her heart.

She wanted revenge as badly as Goldkit-maybe even more. It frightened her, knowing how angry she was. But she had to do thus.

"I think we wait until you're an apprentice," she whispered. "And while we wait we gather up some other cats to help us. We'll plan it. Rosepetal's attack wasn't the first one: and I doubt it's the last. We'll get ready first. Then we go all together-and make them pay."

"I like the way you think," Goldkit purred, the light of battle already showing in her fierce yellow eyes. "My brother will be sure to help."

"Are you positive he won't tell any cat?"

"Not a soul. What about you?"

"Well…" a vision of Nightpaw came into her head, but she shook it away. Her friend would worry too much...but she was a fighter, and would kill the murderer of all these cats.

"I may have a few," she mewed uncertainly. "Leopardkit, for example. His apprentice ceremony is coming up, and he's a brave kit…and Wolfpaw. They're two very formidable toms."

"Great!" Goldkit gave a little bounce. "Then it's settled. So what you think we should do now?"

"Tonight," hissed Silverpaw under her breath. "Meet me where the ShadowClan and RiverClan borders intersect. I'll be there."

Though Silverpaw didn't want to admit it; fear clung to her like a tick on an elder's pelt. She knew what she had to do. But she wondered how far she would go to get it done.