Sorry if this kind of took a while, but I've super super busy. I know I always say that, but I SWEAR it's true. It gets harder to find time for writing when you're doing all this other crap for school….so ya, here's Chapter 6. If anybody has any ideas for this story, that'd be great, because I am running a bit dry, unfortunately.

This is the first chapter from Twilightpaw's POV. It starts out kind of like when Windfoot first went to ShadowClan, cause she all 'not sure if this is the right place for her', but her story is definitely different.

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A lone crow perched solemnly on the branch of a pine tree. It's dark feathers were spotted with glittering drops of dew from the mist that hung among the forest. It was a wind-less morning, and the frigid air was thick and damp. The crow opened its beak and let out a mournful caw, its beady black eyes glittering.

Suddenly, a dark shape erupted from the ground, sailing towards the branch. It reached out a single, clawed paw, and hooked the crow's wing. Screeching, the bird was dragged down again, until it landed with a thud between the roots of the tree.

"Excellent!", came an excited cry. A silver tabby cat bounded out of the dark undergrowth, greeting a smaller black cat at the base of the pine. "That was amazing! I bet even Quickfoot wouldn't be able to hunt like that!"

The black cat purred, nosing the dead crow at her paws. "It wasn't really that hard," she mumbled, embarrassed.

The silver tom laughed, and scooped up the prey. "You're too modest, Twilightpaw," he chastised gently. "Come on, let's get out of this ghastly fog." He led the way through the trees until they came upon a little hollow in the ground. It was surrounded by a wall of thorns and ferns for keeping out unwanted intruders.

The two cats slipped through a tunnel, and then emerged into the hollow, where other cats of all shapes, sizes and colors were milling about their daily chores. Two apprentices trudged across the clearing with dripping moss clenched in their jaws, while another dragged dirty bedding out of a den.

Twilightpaw picked up the crow and trotted to the fresh kill pile, where she dropped it proudly on top.

"Did you catch that?" came a questioning meow. Twilightpaw turned to face Smallnose, a slender black queen.

"Yes," Twilightpaw replied, her eyes glinting.

Smallnose sniffed, her tail twitching. "Oh," she replied casually, doing a bad job of trying to hide the disappointed frown that crept across her face. "Good job."

"Thanks," Twilightpaw mewed coldly. She knew that before she had come to ShadowClan, Smallnose had been Windfoot's favorite. The she-cat hadn't taken her fall from favor kindly. The apprentice flicked her ear and turned her back on the warrior, traipsing toward the medicine cat den. Climbingpaw, her best (and probably only) friend in ShadowClan was the medicine cat apprentice.

The brown tom was resting with his nose in his paws at the entrance to the den when she approached. At the sound of her pawsteps, he looked up, blinking wearily. As soon as he recognized her, his face brightened.

"Twilightpaw!" he mewed happily, rising to his feet and touching her nose in greeting. "Twilightpath has kept me stuck in here all day. There's nothing to do, and I'm freezing. I was hoping you'd come around."

"Oh please, Climbingpaw. I come here every day. Twilightpath probably hates me, I get in her way so often," Twilightpaw replied exasperatedly.

Climbingpaw blinked. "She doesn't hate you," he mewed. "She probably wishes you were her apprentice instead of me. I'm useless, and look at you – perfect, and you've hardly been an apprentice for long."

Sighing, he settled back down, his green eyes sad. Twilightpaw glanced at him over her shoulder as she padded in circles around the little clearing, trying to keep her paws warm. Finally, after a long, quiet moment, she meowed, "Oh, grow up, Climbingpaw! Just because you haven't had a prophecy from StarClan yet, or something, doesn't mean you're a bad medicine cat! I bet Twilightpath hasn't spoken to them in ages anyway."

Climbingpaw sighed and meowed, "I know. It's just that sometimes I wonder if I'm even cut out to be a medicine cat at all."

"It's what you want, isn't it? You chose that over being a warrior, so it must be important to you," Twilightpaw mewed reasonably.

He nodded, his shoulders slumped. "I really do want it. And I really do try."

Suddenly, Twilightpaw heard someone calling her name from the main clearing. She glanced at Climbingpaw, smiling encouragingly. "I have to go," she said. "I'm sure you're fine, Climbingpaw. Being a medicine cat takes a lot of hard work – you'll get the hang of it soon enough."

The black she-cat padded away grumbling about being ordered around too much. But when she entered the central clearing, she saw only Windfoot, crouched by the fresh-kill pile. He was staring at her expectantly.

"What?" she grumbled, padding over. His dark blue eyes followed her as she approached.

"I just thought you might want to share this crow with me," he meowed, pushing the body of the huge bird towards her.

"Oh," she mewed, caught off guard. Her gaze flicked up to his face, but it was expressionless. Only his eyes betrayed ay emotion, and Twilightpaw flinched away from the intensity of the dark stare. "Sure, I guess. Thanks."

"No problem," he meowed. They each took a few bites of the crow, until it was only bones. Windfoot buried the remains beneath the damp soil, and then stood and stretched slowly, his silver pelt glistening. Twilightpaw stayed crouched on the ground, her dark fur fluffed against the icy mist, which still hadn't evaporated in the sun.

"I know we just went hunting, but would you like to join the sunhigh patrol? They should be leaving any moment," Windfoot suggested.

"Yeah, I'll go," Twilightpaw mewed, getting to her feet and shaking to try to stay off the cold.

The two cats trotted to the camp entrance, and Twilightpaw couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious as Windfoot padded beside her, his pelt just brushing hers. It wasn't entirely uncommon for warriors to take apprentices as mates – they had to wait until they had their warrior names to have kits, but it wasn't unusual. Besides, Twilightpaw had been an apprentice for a long enough time for it to be acceptable, and Windfoot was still a young warrior. Still, it always made Twilightpaw a bit uneasy – she knew what was said behind her back, about the two of them still being loyal to ThunderClan, unable to let go of their birth Clan, so they stuck together. Being the deputy's "pet" had repercussions.

Twilightpaw and Windfoot didn't mind the remarks as much as another cat might – after all, neither had really been born in ThunderClan at all. Windfoot's father had been a loner from the mountains, and his mother had lived there too when he was a kit. Twilightpaw's mother, Wanderingpath, was a descendant of a Clan cat, but she had never belonged to a Clan herself. Sometimes, Twilightpaw felt terribly displaced – she had no true home, neither ThunderClan nor ShadowClan. But then she supposed Windfoot felt that way too – maybe that's what drew them together.

"Twilightpaw?" Windfoot mewed, waving his tail in front of her eyes. She blinked, returning to reality. Her mentor raised an eyebrow at her, and then turned to speak to another cat.

The rest of the sunhigh patrol eventually trickled out of their dens, until the group of six cats was assembled at the thorn tunnel. Windfoot was leading the patrol, but he ordered Whiteface to stand at the head so that he could hang back with his apprentice.

They set out, paws squelching in the muddy forest floor as they made their way to the RiverClan border, checking scents and looking around as they moved. Luckily, they found no scent of FangClan – their last encounter with the fake Clan sent a shiver down each cat's spine.

The patrol remarked the border with RiverClan, and then doubled back and padded along the lakeshore to the ThunderClan border. It seemed quiet, until suddenly Whiteface murmured, "I smell ThunderClan." All of the ShadowClan cats instantly unsheathed their claws, stalking forward with hackles raised. Despite the unusual mixing of their blood, the two Clans were hardly friendly.

Four ThunderClan cats emerged from the undergrowth a moment later – they two had smelled an enemy patrol, and come to investigate. Each group kept well inside their own boundaries, not willing to provoke a fight.

"Greetings, ShadowClan," meowed the leader of the ThunderClan patrol – Twilightpaw recognized Lionstar himself, looking a little worse for the wear. Scars littered his golden pelt, and his whiskers drooped a little bit.

"Lionstar," Windfoot greeted icily. Twilightpaw noted the hardening of his indigo gaze as he nodded to his former leader. "We're just marking our border."

"Marking it where it should be, I hope," came a hiss from the ThunderClan side. Whiteface uttered a feral snarl and leaned forward on his toes, his eyes ablaze.

"Hush, Shadowclaw," Lionstar hissed. He turned and cuffed one of his warriors lightly. The tom growled, but said nothing more.

"Until the next Gathering, Lionstar," Windfoot mewed. His voice was so cold Twilightpaw half expected a puff of frosty air to billow from between his white fangs.

"Until then," the golden-pelted tom replied. He dipped his head to Windfoot and then turned tail and vanished into the brambles. Windfoot remained where he was for a moment, before Whiteface flicked his tail across the deputy's shoulder.

"Stupid, stuck-up ThunderClans. They think they're just the best at everything, don't they?" growled Hawktalon to Whiteface.

As cats trudged back through the pine forest to camp, Windfoot fell back to pad beside Twilightpaw. Trying to ignore her earlier misgivings, she pressed herself close to him, trying in vain to purr.

"I just always wonder," mewed the silver warrior dismally. "I don't think I go through a single day without thinking about it at least once."

"Thinking about what?" Twilightpaw asked.

"Whether or not ShadowClan is the right place for me."

Blinking, the black she-cat meowed, "But you're deputy here! You have everything a warrior could want…" she trailed off.

Windfoot glanced down at her, padding beside him, only as high as his shoulder. "Including you," he murmured, a small smile flitting across his face. "I wonder if I could even survive her without you."

Twilightpaw rolled her eyes. "Whatever makes you sleep at night," she growled playfully, and whisker her tail across his flank.

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OKAY, WOW…I just realized that I made a huge mistake – cat names can't start with Shadow, Thunder, etc. because of the Clan names. Ravenfeather's brother, Shadowclaw…yeah, you get it. So his name is now officially Shadeclaw. Not too different, but still rather annoying. OH MY GOD AND WINDFOOT. CRAP. Dang it…uh, okay, tell if you care about this. I could change Windfoot's name to something just as good (I dunno, Stormfoot is okay, right?) but that would be HECKA confusing. Personally, I am annoyed at myself for doing that because I always try to keep my names really true to the books. But seriously, I don't want to have to change all of it, so PLEASE review and tell me if this bothers you, or if you think I should change it. And since it's not just Shadowclaw, he can keep his name. Never mind. Yeah, tell me what you think.