A/N: I'm sorry if this is a little annoying, but I'm making it so the Clan/s are still in the old forest, just because I know it better and stuff. Nothing has changed, like the same cats died and stuff, just the old forest. So ya. Read on and enjoy!

Sunpaw crept slowly along the wall of the TigerClan camp. Ripstar had made his home in the hollow of Fourtrees, and his den lay beneath the Great Rock.

Sunpaw peered in between the thorn bushes that encircled the camp, trying to see through the gaps. He could scent the nursery near by, and warm memories of his time in that den with his mother and siblings flooded his mind. He allowed himself a checked smile.

A voice reached Sunpaw's ears. He immediately recognized it as Crowclaw's, and his ears pricked forward with interest.

"I have an announcement to make! Cats of TigerClan! Gather here!" yowled the deputy, leaping up onto the rock. Sunpaw's fur bristled, and he narrowed his eyes, glaring through the wall.

"I have bad news." Sunpaw's heart began to beat. If Crowclaw was about to say what he though he was about to say, it would put a twist in Cobaltfang's plans…most likely for the better. "A cat has been killed," cried Crowclaw. Sunpaw's stomach was in his mouth. "My apprentice, the brave young Sunpaw, is dead." Sunpaw had to keep from throwing up. He watched as his mother's eyes became wide with surprise and grief. His siblings wailed their sorrow to the sky…all except Darkpaw. The tom smiled slyly, his sharp amber eyes afire. Sunpaw choked as Ripstar came out of his den. The leader's eyes were shifty, as if he couldn't decide what to do: go comfort his mate and mourn the death of his son, or quickly give Crowclaw a new apprentice. Sunpaw tensed.

"This is a great tragedy, indeed," said Ripstar, clambering up the rock. "We will forever miss the bright young fellow." Ripstar grinned at his own pun, and Sunpaw's teeth clenched. What a liar! His mind screeched, and he had to restrain his claws from tearing out the wall in front of him. Sunpaw settled back on his haunches, fuming. So this is what the Clan thought of him. A stupid kit with hilarious fur and an honorable father who didn't deserve him. Maybe Cobaltfang's plans were worthwhile after all.

"Sunpaw?!" Sunpaw whirled around, his mouth curled in a vicious snarl worthy of any TigerClan warrior. When he saw whom had spoken, his eyes softened, and he stopped mid strike.

"Willowpaw? I- I can explain!" The she-cat, Willowpaw, was pretty tortoiseshell medicine cat's apprentice, and the only cat, besides his mother and siblings, who Sunpaw wouldn't murder if he had the chance.

"Crowclaw just said that you had drowned in the stream. What are you doing? You don't look like you dead."

"Um…you know what, come with me. I guess I have to explain some things to you," said Sunpaw, and he lead Willowpaw away in to the trees.

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"So you and Cobaltfang want to reform LionClan? Do you realize what your saying?" hissed Willowpaw, gaping at her friend. Sunpaw nodded nervously.

"I know it sounds impossible, but I'm sure Cobaltfang and I could manage. Oh and, well, can I ask a huge favor of you?" whispered Sunpaw, looking imploringly into Willowpaw's soft green eyes. The she-cat cocked her head.

"Depends on the favor."

"I want all of the apprentices to be the members of LionClan."

"All of them? What about Darkpaw? No offense, but I don't think he's in a hurry to help you. You weren't exactly inseparable when you were kits."

"I know, maybe not him. But all the rest of them. And once they're old enough to be warriors, we'll have a Clan the same size as TigerClan, with all young, healthy warriors and no queens, kits or elders to worry about. It could work. And if it doesn't, what have we got to lose?" said Sunpaw, flicking his ears back and forth.

"I suppose it's worth a try. You do know that not every cat will follow you though. Most of them don't like you."

"Follow me?" Sunpaw twitched his tail.

"You'll be expected to lead everybody. It was your idea."

"But I'm no Ripstar."

"You don't have to be. Isn't that your point?" Willowpaw glared at him, annoyed.

"Oh. But what about a deputy, and a medicine cat? Doesn't that have to come with forming a Clan?" meowed Sunpaw.

"I would assume. A medicine cat is relatively necessary. I volunteer, since I'm a medicine cat apprentice. A deputy: in case you're killed. So, yes. Necessary," quipped Willowpaw, curling her tail around her paws.

"Okay. You'll really follow through with this? With me?"

"Of course. As you said what have we got to lose?"

"Oh, right. You know I'm beginning to have second thoughts-"

"Then stop thinking. I've just committed myself to this mouse-brained idea, and I'm certainly not going back on it. You've already built up anticipation." Willowpaw lifted her chin, casting him a frosty glance.

"Alright. It just seems, I don't know, too easy.

"Hardly. First of all, you have to somehow gain the support of every apprentice in TigerClan. Not to mention everybody but me thinks you're dead. That could put a wrench in the works."

"Oh, right. I think I can manage that, with Cobaltfang's help."

"Hm. Cobaltfang. What's in this for him, anyway?"

"I don't know. Satisfaction. Revenge. Who cares? We have a senior warrior/bloodthirsty deputy on our side, what could go wrong?"

"I hope you're being sarcastic."

"I'll see you tomorrow same time," said Sunpaw, his paws itching to be on their way.

"Goodbye." Sunpaw trotted away, his tail held high. For some reason, it felt good to planning something.