Hey peoples, a new chapter and a new poll question! Enjoy the story!

Princess Alyra: I made Blackstripe awesome, i i will KEEP him awesome until the very ends... -giggle-

Goldenfeather: thanks!

Shandrill Wielder of Spellfire: I know, that's one of the annoying things about warriors fanfictions, they always have prophecies. BUT not this one. Nope, I personally don't even want Snakeheart to be deputy!

I Be Guest: But Darkflower doesn't know that Blackstripe's alive yet...

CinderDreams: One of my Seven Deadly Skills... I'm not saying the other six...

Purple-Arsonic: Did i mention I LOVE your name? Why am i the only one with a lame name? -cries-

Tainted Lullaby: Yeah, I would. By the way, I PMed a summary to you... But i guess you didn't get it. Should i send it again?

Qzil: I love plot twists! But not the ones in PotC: AWE. Oh well, I'll live with the movie and Johnny Depp XD

"What?" hissed Brownleaf; fur suddenly bristling all over his body and quickly standing up to face me. I took a small step backwards in shock, I couldn't tell is Brownleaf was infuriated or surprised at that moment, but I soon saw his fur lie flat and he lowered his head in a small sigh.

"I think you may be right," he murmured, narrowing his eyes and digging his claws into the ground, he thrashed his tail angrily and tore at the loose earth, "Dammit, I should have told Smokestar that I thought his body was weird," I pricked my ears up at this now, surprised, and Brownleaf elaborated.

"When they brought his body to me to find out what killed him, I thought he looked a little different then before. There was just something about his build that made me think that it wasn't really Blackstripe lying motionless before me, but rather another cat. There was also a scar on the cat that was brought to me, a scar that I didn't recall Blackstripe ever having. But I didn't think much of it. If you didn't know, Blackstripe was exiled from ShadowClan for a short time after he was accused of murdering another ShadowClan cat, but he returned once it was proven otherwise and given the position of deputy. I assumed he got the scar sometime in that time period.

"But there was another thing about his body that was different, no matter how hard I rubbed away at his fur, the scent of heather wouldn't lift off of him. It was strange, because Snakeheart never liked the scent of heather and refused to touch it sometimes. I should have told Smokestar, but he was still getting over the shock, just like you and Darkflower." He paused now, and the looked over to me, "Snakeheart, how did you know Blackstripe was still alive?"

I shuffled my paws now, feeling uncertainty creep through my skin, should I tell Brownleaf about my gift? I decided that it was the best thing to do, and slowly told him everything, the dream of Darkflower and Rain, or meeting Rain more then once in sleep, and of meeting Blackstripe, and having him explain everything to me. Brownleaf listened through the entire thing, yellow eyes boring into me. When I finished my story he let out a small sigh and sat down.

"I thought you would receive a gift from StarClan," he murmured, lowering his gaze again, "Your split tail was a hint of it. Usually those who are given something loose something. Many years ago there was Tigerstar, who gained power at the cost of his sanity, and Firestar, who had a pelt the color of fire. Or Jayfeather, who was as blind as a bat yet, could see in his dreams and walk along his warrior ancestors. Perhaps you were given a small gift at the cost of your split tail, the gift to walk alongside those who dream in the living. Perhaps that is how you were age to meet Rain and Blackstripe in your sleep."

"But what are we going to do about Blackstripe?" I demanded, "He's out there somewhere, maybe dying and maybe as healthy as Smokestar, probably being held captive by Rain and her evil minions. I don't get why he didn't just tell me where he was in the dream!" Frustration raged in my body, and suddenly I wanted to go to sleep again, to sleep and search and find Blackstripe and demand him to tell me where he was hidden. But Blackstripe had always been an early-morning kind of cat, and I knew he stayed up late at nights. There was little chance of seeing him in a dream right now.

"Peace," murmured Brownleaf, flicking his tail, and gently touching my shoulder. I felt the frustration suddenly melt away to nothing but uselessness, of not being able to help my uncle when that was all I wanted to do, Brownleaf smiled gently then flicked his tail again, "Go out looking for him," he meowed, and I looked up, surprised. Brownleaf rolled his eyes again and said it again.

"Go out and look for Blackstripe, you may find him," he thrashing his tail in irritation of my slowness, "I'll tell Smokestar when I see him today." He quickly nosed me to my feet then and shooed me out of my den, leaving me alone in the center of camp. Darkflower turned to look towards me when I came out, and at once hurried over to me. I twitched my ears and shuffled my paws, should I tell her about Blackstripe?

"Snakeheart," she sighed when she approached, and stopped for a second, closing her eyes and wincing, after a moment she looked back at me and shook out her fur, "Just the kits," she explained, "Anyway, Snakeheart, Smokestar wanted me to tell you yesterday, you're allowed to go the Gathering tonight," i nodded, it was hard to believe it was the Gathering already, a lot had happened since then.

"And…" Darkflower lowered her gaze for a moment and dug her paws uncomfortably into the ground, "Snakeheart, when my kits are born…" she let out a small sigh, "when they're born, I want you to name them, and I want you to tell them stories about Blackstripe."

Shock rippled though me; Darkflower wanted me to do what? I blinked in shock and Darkflower quickly explained.

"I fell in love with Blackstripe only a little bit before he died," she explained, "I was born when he became deputy, and by then he was already a seasoned warrior. I never asked much about him, and before I really got to know him, I always kept my distance. I know that Smokestar used to tell stories about him and his brother to you when Diamondshine was away, and I was just wondering if…"

"I'll do it," I meowed before I could change my mind, and Darkflower pricked up happily, "I would be proud to tell stories about Blackstripe." Darkflower swished her tail happily, and quickly headed back to the nursery, slipping into the ferns and vanishing. I turned and headed towards the entrance of camp, glancing slightly over my shoulder to where Smokestar was sitting, yellow eyes narrowed, fur on his shoulders bristling slightly. He had heard every word I had said. He had understood the veiled message to him in them.

"I would be proud to tell stories about Blackstripe." Blackstripe; not my father.

I bounded freely out into the woods, sniffing the air every once in a while when I came to a perch, such as a large rock or a log. I traveled north, to where the Greenleaf Twolegplace was. The poor hunting ground would soon be crawling with Twolegs, making it even more difficult for the survival of ShadowClan. The Clan would need strong warriors in the coming moons, warriors that would be able to endure the sharpest claws and have hearts of stone, stone that could not be broken or shattered, and claws made of thorns and twoleg scrap.

I jumped down from my latest perch, a low-hanging branch of a pine tree, and winced as one of my paws touched down onto the moist forest floor awkwardly. I growled in frustration and shook it off, passing off the twisting as next to nothing. I kept on traveling up, up to the Greenleaf Twolegplace, where Blackstripe had died. Perhaps I would gain a clue to his whereabouts there.

I pushed through some bracken and slid down the steep bank of the river where I had first met Rain – back then she was a nameless rogue, but now she was something else, something bigger and worse.

"Snakeheart, I thought you would come here today," I dug my claws into the ground mercilessly, narrowing my eyes when I heard that cool, collected voice. She was behind me, and I turned around to see her lying causally in a pine tree, pale fur neatly groomed and eyes dark and intoxicating like always.

"Where is Blackstripe?" I demanded to Rain who gave me a simple, coy look and said nothing at first; she didn't seem surprised at all that I knew Blackstripe was alive.

"No," she murmured finally, "No… I think not… I'll let this play out a little bit more before I choose the next one…" she smirked, "Don't make me wait too long, Snakeheart, this is turning out to be a wondrous game." Somewhere off in the distance a sparrow called, and Rain pricked her ears, standing up on the pine branch, "Right then, have fun at the Gathering, Snakeheart." And with that she vanished into the trees.

Rage bristled through my body, "I'm going to kill you, Rain!" I snarled after her, "I'm going to kill you and avenge the death of Frostfoot, and bring Blackstripe back! I'm going to laugh when I plunge my claws into you neck and play in your blood! I'm going to tear out each and every one of your claws and turn your tail into my claw sharpened! I'll gouge out your eyes and pull off your ears! I'll… I'll…" I lowered my head, feeling my eyes burn.

"I'm going to be the one to kill you," I whispered, "I promise that, Rain, I promise I'll be the one to kill you."

Yeah... I like this chapter. It's a little filler but... It's cute. I like Snakehearts' declaration to kill Rain.

AaAaAnNnNnNeEeEeEyYyYyY ways, while typing up this chapter i suddenly came into the inward disscussion of the ages of the main characters, so i inwardly plotted them out. As of the begining of this chapter, these are the ages, and least i think so. Correct me if I'm wrong.

Snakeheart - 14-15 moons
Darkflower - 17-18 moons
Smokestar - 57 moons (A/N... old fart)
Blackstripe - 60 moons (A/N... he's actually Smokestars' older brother. It is possible to be three moons apart too)
Brownleaf - 80 moons (A/N... another old fart)
Rain - 12-13 moons
Bluefrost - 13-14 moons

Wow... Blackstripe is ages older then Darkflower... (A/N POLL QUESTION BELOW)

All those in agreement of Darkflower having an insane taste in older guys, say 'aye'!