Well, me being...me. This chapter has almost nothing to do with Snare/Ashykit. DONT WORRY. Her name will change. If you dont believe me, next chapter, you will. AND if you want one of your own characters in this story, your more than welcome to ask. All I need is something like this:

Mirrormask - pale gray she-cat, almost looks blue, with amber eyes. [short-tempered

OK? Thats it. Name, appearence (eyes and fur) and a snapshot of their personality. If its a apprentice/kit, put Mirrorpaw (mask). Do it that way, or its ignored. Remember, I need a new deputy...

Disclaimer; Characters, plot and idea are mine. I'll sue you. Warriors ISN'T mine. No suing me.

Chapter Three; Life can't be perfect.

Mysticpaw's tortoise-shell fur ruffled in the morning breeze. Her head was lifted towards the sky, and her eyes were closed gently. The sound of pawsteps disturbed her from her daydream; she opened her eyes and dropped her head.

"Mysticpaw?"

A handsome ginger tabby was standing beside her, blue eyes narrowed with tiredness. Brown stripes dragged across his back, but looked like gold in the sunrise.

She purred, and leaned forward to lick his ear. "Morning, Blazingpaw. Had a good sleep?"

Blazingpaw groaned in reply, flopping down on the ground with a sigh. "I was up all night on guard duty because Spiritsong forgot she was meant to do most of the night."

Mysticpaw pressed herself against her brother, breathing in his oaky scent. "You should go to bed then. I can ask Mirrormask to excuse you from training?" her light mew suddenly tightened as her voice produced the name of her brothers mentor.

He noticed her discomfort, and he blinked, blue eyes shining. "I think I can tell her," he muttered, looking over at the warriors den. "Excusing me or not, she's going to be fussy today."

With a quick twitch of her tail, Mysticpaw grimaced. "Maybe you should ask Thawstar for a new mentor?" she questioned, closing her eyes again. Her pink nose lifted to the sky, and she sat there, ears pricked for her brother's reply.

"Ask for a new mentor? I may as well just go over to ShadowClan and ask them if I can be leader!" Blazingpaw moaned, his nose crinkling as he said the words. "And what would they do? Probably attack me, call me a kittypet. Then I'd probably lose. Hear that? Deaths the price for wanting a new mentor."

Mysticpaw rolled her eyes, gleaming yellow in the dawn light. "Mirrormask wouldn't like it, yes, but it's worth a shot," she pointed out. "If you don't like the way she's training you, then she shouldn't be training you."

"Mysticpaw!" Flashflame's voice interrupted Blazingpaw, and both apprentices turned to look at the tom, Mysticpaw's eyes opening as she did so.

Golden eyes flashed as she saw the large black elder, Emeraldflame, standing beside her mentor. Emeraldflame's green eyes had faded to a dusty grey, nothing like what they used to be. They didn't even remind the tortoise-shell apprentice that he was Coppertwilight's grandfather; the copper tom's eyes were still determined emerald green. "Whaddya want?" she snorted rudely. How many cats were going to interrupt her from her thoughts?

Flashflame's blue eyes narrowed dangerously, but he didn't comment. "Emeraldflame has asked if we wanted to help bury Arcticstar. There are no other elders in the den, and he cant do it by himself," the brown tom said, his voice nothing like the imaginary claws he was scoring down her face.

Mysticpaw's face fell. She should have known that. "Ok…sorry, Flashflame," she muttered, dropping her head and walking towards the two, flicking her tail in farewell to her brother.

In reply, Blazingpaw snorted, giving his ginger chest a few good licks as he watched his sister, her mentor and Emeraldflame step towards Arcticstar's body, in the centre of the camp. "May as well go see the kits," he muttered, "while I have the chance." Blazingpaw glanced towards the warriors' den, barely seeing the rise and fall of his mentors grey fur.

He grunted, and padded towards the nursery, which was on the other side of the clearing. Most warriors were already running around with duties, and a hunting patrol exited the camp. The soft mewing of kits caught his ears, and he entered the den, the sweet scent of milk wafering into his nose.

"Blazingpaw?" Dimfur, the dull golden tabby who'd adopted the black kit, blinked, seeing the brown-striped tom. "Have you come to see the kits?"

Her question was answered with a sharp nod, and he padded towards her, to sit by her side. Dimfur had two she-kits, a dim golden tabby, like herself, and a golden-brown pelted one. The black kit was about the same age as the two, probably why Thawstar had chosen his mate to take care of the kit.

Dimfur looked at her kits proudly, and licked each one on the head. "Aren't they beautiful?" she whispered quietly, making Blazingpaw nod in agreement. "Heronkit," Dimfur meowed, tapping the golden-brown kit who squeaked in protest, "reminds me of her father. Sunkit reminds me much of myself, but she's sure the trouble-maker." The queen purred, and Blazingpaw purred along with her.

Suddenly, Blazingpaw cut short, looking down at the black kit. "What did you name her?" he asked, tapping her on the head with his tail.

Dimfur, also, stopped, looking down at her adopted kit. "I named her Ashykit, because her pelt reminds me of the ashes after a fire," she responded, watching Heronkit stumble away, mewing helplessly. The queen nudged her kit back towards herself, and the golden-brown she-kit fell quiet.

"That's a good na-"

"Blazingpaw!" Mirrormask snarled, storming into the nursery, her amber eyes on fire. The she-cat's pelt bristled, the darkness of the nursery making the grey look blue. "You're coming with me, now."

Blazingpaw's ears flattened against his head, and he nodded feebly, following his mentor out as he heard the kits starting to wail. "What is it, Mirrormask?" he asked once they were in the clearing, moving towards the camp entrance.

Mirrormask gave a hoarse laugh, her whiskers twitching in sarcasm. "Well, all that's happened is Emeraldflame, Flashflame and Mysticpaw were attacked by ShadowClan as they started digging out Arcticstar's grave." She gave another laugh, and then glared at Blazingpaw.

"Well, sorry," Blazingpaw muttered back, turning away. "I didn't know."

The two exited the camp, and quickened their pace, so the two were dashing through the trees, the wind whipping at their fur. Not long after, Blazingpaw heard battle cries further ahead, and dove into the brambles that separated them.

The tom gaped in amazement. It seemed like every ThunderClan and ShadowClan warrior was fighting, and even old Emeraldflame was battling with a ShadowClan warrior.

"What are you waiting for?" Mirrormask shrieked, her voice almost drowning out against the others. "Come on!" She lunged into the battle, slamming into a ShadowClan warrior.

Blazingpaw didn't hesitate; he leaped after his mentor, into the battle.

Yes, this DOES have a point. Its the reason Snare becomes Snare. If you can guess why, and get it right, I'll write a one-shot about why Thawstar became evil for you. Wouldn't that be nice? Anyway, if you make a character and/or want to guess the reason; REVIEW, but you must also comment my work. Haha. Revenge.

Also, who's your favorite character?;

A.Mirrormask

B.Thawstar

C.Mysticpaw

D.Blazingpaw

The voters of the one who gets the most votes get a vitural plushie of that cat. -Points to plushies-

R&R!