Midnight. The Twisted Lotus sits down at her computer to watch another Supernatural episode online. She clicks the wrong button and Word springs up. In a moment of nostalgia, she opens a file for fanfiction, and almost dies.

The dates of her latest chapter on the greatest Birch/Leaf story ever written were almost prehistoric. With horror, she thinks about all the people she had left waiting. Falling out of her seat, she grabs her notebook, which had the long forgotten plans of the newest chapter. On her way there, she tripped on John Winchester's journal, and again on The Works of Shakespeare. Twistey almost forgot how despairingly clumsy she is.

Sitting at the computer, she begins to type…

A/N I'M SO SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOU GUYS! I thought hey, screw fanfiction, I'll be famous another way. When that failed, I confined my self to the sofa and found Supernatural, the greatest show ever invented (and the hottest actors too). Please forgive me; I've learned my lesson. Enjoy, the latest chapter of the thrilling story of Fallen Wing!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 6 Everything Falls Apart

Shadedsoul

Don't judge me. Don't you dare judge me. I have to do what I must. I always have, even when I was alive in my own body. I do what I have to, and if it means raiding a camp of innocent, frightened cats, so be it. I'm not afraid of the consequences. Only if I disobey. These cats, these freedom fighters, they have no idea. The mouse-brains, thinking that they would be safe on the other side of the wood.

No one is safe. Not with Tigerstar on your tail. Stick with Tigestar, you're untouchable. Go against him, you're dead before the moon rises, if you're lucky. No one defies Tigerstar and lives. Heck, even in the stars your life is in jeopardy. In hell, you have to be on the winning side, or it's just not bearable. Even on his side is unbearable.

It was, until I met Whitewing. You know, actually talk to her. She has no idea how lucky she is. She's safe, and can swear at Tigerstar any way she fancies. Cats would die to able to do that. She gives me strength. That Birchfall was lucky to, for snagging her. And even though he's dead, and probably on some slave farm in Starclan, he still has a hold of her.

How unfair the world is. It takes everything from you, and just takes more. That's why they made Tigerstar, so that everything can be even more devastating. He told me the other day I could have Whitewing as my mate. My insides churned. He doesn't understand. He only sees her as an item, something useful to him. I could never force her. He sees everyone as an item, and when they stop being useful, he throws him away.

Starclan I hate that cat.

Birchfall

I don't belong here, every cat knows it. Even Jade. And they all know I've been sneaking out to the border to meet with Stormfur the past moon. The worst part is, we have nothing. No plan whatsoever. I'm sorry Whitewing, I've failed you.

Reeba nudged me. We were in a cave in the heart of the mountains. As outcasts. It was horrible. I remember the night so clearly…

I was just finishing up with Stormfur when I heard the rustle in the bush next to us. A head popped out. It was Rascal. "No!" I cried, but he was already sprinting away.

Stormfur just gave me one look, and ran. I chased after Rascal, but I knew it was no use. When I got to camp, every cat in the gang met me. Stripes took the lead. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

"What I don't get", he meowed quizzically, "is why. Why? What would bring you to betray us? Do you something against us? Me? The food? Honestly, I'm coming up blank."

Fuzzball spat. "He doesn't need a reason to betray us. De fact iz iz zat he did eet."

Angry meows from the gang agreed. Jade sprang up. "Screech is an honorable cat. I'm sure he had a reason! Right?" She looked at me desperately.

I was at a loss. "I didn't give away anything about the gang!" Disbelieving snorts erupted from everywhere. "You expect us to believe that crow-food?" Sheba hissed, "I trusted you."

Thanks to me, she and Thorn got back together, but only after an angry Reeba knocked some sense into Thorn. He looked at me evenly. "Screech is my friend. Let him justify his actions."

I stood to the gang. "Stormfur is from where I'm from, a clan." To my surprise, this was met by an even angrier response. "You're clan scum!" Hotspot roared. "KILL HIM!"

If it wasn't for Stripes, I'm sure I wouldn't be here today. "Go on." He mewed icily.

I gulped. "There was a war in my clan. The love of my life was captured, and for all I know she's dead. He was trying to help me get back to her."

Stripes considered my feeble words. "Because your actions were…just, I will let you live, but you must leave. I'll have no betraying clan blood in my clean gang."

I hung my head, but it was more than I deserved. "Then you'll have to banish me too."

I whipped around to see Jade pad to my side. "My mother and father were of clan descent. Don't worry," she meowed with a glare to Stripes, "You won't be tainted any longer."

The gang cheered in agreement, but Stripes looked devastated. "No," he whispered, "Please stay."

Jade shook her head. "Sorry, but I don't go with racists." My whiskers twitched in amusement. She looked to the crowd. "Anyone want to come with? I know I've made some pretty strong friendships with some almost decent cats, and I'd hate to waste it."

There was a short silence, then, "Aw, Christ, you just had to guilt me." Reeba emerged from the crowd with an amused look on her face. "No way you're going anywhere without me." She looked at Sun. "You coming babycakes?'

I had no idea what a 'babycake' was, but it was referring to Sun, who was padding up to Reeba with a smirk on his face. "I'll follow you anywhere." Apparently while I was off plotting with Stormfur, they had hit it off. That's good for Reeba.

Thorn silently padded to our part of the clearing. Sheba begrudgingly followed. Stripes looked at them all with shock. "So this is it. Really. I gave you everything, and you just throw it away. Fine, be a rogue. Turn your back on us. Just get out."

He paused for a second, then mewed, "Jade, please reconsider."

She gave him a snort. "The name's Holly you racist piece of fox dung." And she strutted out. I was proud to call her my sister.

…Reeba nudged me again, but I shook her off. I wanted to sleep, to think. I had to get back to you, Whitewing.

Shadedsoul

I was thinking about Birchfall in Starclan, and my lip curled. That fool didn't deserve Whitewing. She was too good for him. I'm too good for him. I was thinking about formally meeting him. Why not? I want him to know I have Whitewing all to myself, and that I will make him suffer. I just need an OK from Tigerstar. As I padded up to Tigerstar, the last of the rebels were being herded out; the nursery.

One of the newborn kits that didn't make it when it was still alive was whimpering. I looked away, and heard Tigerstar chuckle. "I'm thinking about training the kits, as spies. That would be helpful. Shadedsoul, what do you think?"

"It would be smart." I answered stiffly. Tigerstar gave me a look. "What's with you?"

"Ummm…" I stammered. "Please forgive me, Tigerstar. My mind was elsewhere." There was a short pause. "Well?" Tigerstar commanded.

"What?" I asked bewildered. Tigerstar snorted impatiently. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about that fur-brain, Birchfall, and how we've never greeted him." There was hate in my voice, and I liked it. Tigerstar smiled. "That's a very good idea. Once I'm done talking to Brokenstar, we'll go to the Thunderclan work camp."

Brokenstar timidly shuffled over to us, this was a bad sign. "Two prisoners escaped, sir." He muttered.

Tigerstar didn't seem that angry. "Which cats? I need to send certain cats for certain traitors."

Brokenstar didn't answer. Tigerstar batted his ear forcefully. "What is it with my team today? Have all of you got crow-food for brains?! Spit it out!"

Brokenstar gave in. "Firestar and Spottedleaf." There was a long silence. Brokenstar cowered on the ground. "My lord, please-"

He was cut off by mid-screech when Tigerstar lunged at him. In two short moves Tigerstar broke his back and ripped out his throat. "I want everybody searching the woods! Now! No cat will rest until we have those two captured!" He roared. No cat questioned. He whipped around. "You", he spit at me, "Get back to Thunderclan and take charge. I won't be back for a while." And he raced away.

That was fine by me, but first I have to make a pit stop on the way there. Say hi to my old mentor, and make him bleed.

Whitewing

I was sitting next to the starpool, unsure about what I was doing. I trusted Shadedsoul now. It was weird, usually I would be mourning Birchfall right now, but I haven't for a while. I've realized the only way to meet him is in Satrclan, and hopefully save him.

I took a deep breath and kneeled next to the pool. I dipped my nose in and everything immediately went black. When I opened my eyes I was in Forestclan's camp. Hmm, I still don't know much about them. Crouching down, I opened my mouth to draw in any scent. Tigerstar and his minions are out here, I had to be careful. A bush rustled behind me. Faster than I thought was possible, I dashed to the opposite side of the clearing. I was heaving by the time I stopped.

I sighed in relief as I saw it was Shadedsoul. I contemplated whispering to him, but decided against it. As I started to inch back, I stepped into a thorn bush and instantly howled.

I cut off in mid screech, realizing how stupid that was, and even worse, my tail was stuck. I was stuck, in the Dark Forest, with mercenaries hiding behind every un ending shadow. If there was a swear word for this situation, I would have hissed it to the high heavens…or just to where I was.

Unfortunately, Shadedsoul's head whipped to my direction, and bounded toward me with a snarl on his face. The snarl became pure fear when he saw it was me. "Whitewing! For Tigerstar's sake, what are you doing here?!"

"Oh, just…hanging." Was my pathetic reply. He snorted, and helped me out.

To my surprise, he grabbed my scruff with his teeth. "Fool!" He hissed through my fur. "You ignorant kit! Do you know what would have happened if another cat found you? You would be in a slave camp, not to mention probably raped by some disgusting tom!"

He hauled me to a pond, and I shuddered. "I'm-I'm sorry, but let me go! C'mon, I won't-"

"No, you really won't!" He snarled as he threw me to the ground. "I'm your keeper. Not you friend, not your brother, your GUARD. You do as I say when I say it!" And with that he threw me into the pond.

I woke up gasping for air next to the Starpool, trembling violently. I never exited that way before, and I never plan on it ever again. Shadedsoul appeared next to me out of nowhere and started forcing me towards the path that led to my prison.

My ears were bent back, and I fought back tears. I thought we were friends, heck, even acquaintances. But what was I thinking? Not in this day and age. All I needed to think about was escaping my hellhole, and crossing into Starclan. There I would find Birchfall, and we could sort out this mess.

That is, if I ever get Shadedsoul off my back. He disgusted me. "What side are you on anyways?" I hissed at him.

He stopped and looked at me. "The side that will keep you safe and alive."

I felt cold. That statement filled me terrible foreboding, and for the first time, I wondered what Shadedsoul's motives really were.

A/N I am so sorry that took so long. I'm gonna try updating at least once every other week! And what about Whitewing? She seems a little too defenseless and babyish to me now. She needs to un sheathe her claws and finally fight! Haha, well, until next time. Review, Rate, or even hate.