A/N- Thanks to all my reviewers! Woo! You are the best! Next, sorry i've not been posting so much over the past couple of days, i've had severeish writers block on my other stories, and the computer crashed, sorry. Finally, in a couple of days i finish my easter break, then it's back to school. Noooo! But as a result i won't be able to post as frequently, probably only a weekends, but please persevere, only two more chapters after this! I'll have it finished as i go back to school! But for now, please review!

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Chapter 13

They had two days left. Thunderclan was preparing for an attack. The apprentices were out hunting. The warriors were mending the camp and strengthening the walls. Mousewhisker was teaching Tawnypelt's kits how to fight, but Swiftwind's were too young to learn. Silverpelt and Orangestripe were practising fighting. They sprang at each other and dodged each other's blows. They kept their claws sheathed and they pretended to bite. They didn't want to be hurt.

Silverpelt jumped at Orangestripe. She tried to dodge backwards but Silverpelt landed on her paws and she couldn't move. She lunged forwards and pretended to bite him on the shoulder. He let go and leapt back, bracing himself for another attack. Instead, Orangestripe sat down and began to wash. Silverpelt looked confused.

"It's sunhigh." she said, "Time for a break."

Silverpelt nodded and sat down. He looked around the camp. Repair work had only really started today so the camp was still in ruin. Blood stained the earth and clumps of fur had been piled up in a corner.

He watched as Stonekit copied the move he had just performed on Orangestripe. The kits must have been watching him. He purred at their enthusiasm. They didn't really know the danger they were in. Even though they had seen Swiftwind being killed, they couldn't understand the danger to themselves. He turned and walked over to the fresh kill pile. He picked up a thrush and began to eat it. He thought about just how many cats would die before Tigerpelt was gone. The forest had lost too many cats already. He thought about how his clan had used to be, and how much it had changed in the course of just over half a moon. They had cats from Shadowclan, cats from the twoleg nests, half clan cats and a cat whose name had completely changed. He did miss life before, but there had been cats who were not very nice then. Now they were all dead, and every cat got on with each other. Silverpelt sighed. How could the clans change so quickly? Where had that time gone?

He thought about how soon he would be fighting Tigerpelt. Would he win? Would he die? Silverpelt shivered. He wondered what would happen if he died. Would he join Starclan? If so, what was it like? What would he do? What would happen to all the cats in the forest?

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He walked up to Greystripe and said,

"I'm off hunting."

His deputy nodded and Silverpelt walked out of camp.

It was the next day and they were making progress on the rebuilding of the camp. There were no holes in the walls and they had a good supply of food. The only thing they were still stocking up on were herbs and plants for healing. Brokenmoon had agreed to sleep in the apprentices den so his den could be used for storage. The whole clan was bracing itself for any kind of attack.

Silverpelt didn't feel hungry but he knew he had to eat. He picked a small chaffinch from the fresh kill pile and took it over to where he had been sitting with Orangestripe. She wasn't there but Silverpelt knew he shouldn't worry. He remembered the time Greystripe had disappeared. He didn't want that sort of trouble again.

Not much later, Orangestripe returned. When she sat down, Silverpelt licked her ear.

"I want you to promise me something." she said.

This caught Silverpelt by surprise and he froze still.

"If something happens to me tomorrow…" she paused as if she didn't want to say the next part. Eventually, she carried on.

"If something happens to me tomorrow… I want you to promise not to grieve for me too much. Don't spend the rest of your life mourning me."

She looked at Silverpelt, her eyes showing him how much she was actually afraid.

He replied,

"And if something happens to me, I don't want you to spend your whole life sad."

They stared at each other as if they never wanted time to move on.

"Aww. Look at that." meowed Greystripe from the other side of the clearing.

Both cats turned to look at him, angry.

"Oops!" he said, and sprinted off.

Silverpelt turned to Orangestripe and licked her ear. She stared at him for a moment, the licked him back. Silverpelt purred, stood up, and went over to talk to his deputy.

Brokenmoon was at fourrocks. It was night. The wind was blowing, but nothing stirred. He could tell he was in a dream. He watched in awe as the stars in the sky got brighter and brighter. Then he saw that they were cats. They were running towards the ground. Soon, there were rows of cats sitting infront of him. One of them stood up.

"Redpaw." Brokenmoon said, bowing. "You're becoming quite a recurring figure in my visions."

"I am for every cat." Redpaw replied.

Brokenmoon stared at him for a moment. He didn't know how to express all the sadness and anger that had been welling up inside of him.

"Why did you have to die?!" he asked, the grief and anger pouring out. "Why did you leave me?!"

"I was a danger." said Redpaw.

"What do you mean?" he meowed, confused.

"I would have saved Tigerpelt's life when he was dying. The forest would have been taken over and Starclan destroyed. I would have destroyed everything."

Brokenmoon stared at him, unbelieving of what his predecessor had said. Finally, he asked,

"And why did Heavyfur and Patchpaw die?"

"Patchpaw would have made an ideal target for his father to corrupt. He would have used him for converting other Thunderclan cats. If Heavyfur had lived, she could have prevented her son's death. And even if he had died, she would then have joined Tigerpelt."

Brokenmoon stared at him, open-mouthed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"And Lionfur, Brightmane?"

"They were his followers and played a key part in his plan."

Brokenmoon thought he would faint.

"The medicine cats?" he queried, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"They would have been pawns of Tigerpelt." Redpaw explained. He seemed as if he was desperately trying not to look sad himself.

Brokenmoon nodded. He looked down at his paws for a few moments, then took deep breath and looked up at Redpaw.

"And what happens next? Do I die? How many more cats will die before this is over?!"

"Peace." meowed Redpaw, "Only two more cats will die."

"Who?!" asked Brokenmoon, stepping forwards. He really wanted to know.

"The other side of the stars." Redpaw answered.

"What does that mean?!" Brokenmoon cried out, but it was too late, the Starclan cats were fading away. Soon Brokenmoon was left in darkness and he slowly opened his eyes. The first light of dawn had arrived and the clan was beginning to wake up.

Silverpelt stirred in his nest. It was dawn and he was waking up. He rose to his paws and went outside. The warriors were gathering in the centre of the clearing. Whitestar had taken Orangestripe to one side and was talking to her separately. Greystripe was stood on the highrock trying to organise the chaos of the other cats.

Silverpelt walked over to Whitestar and Orangestripe. They scented him coming and turned to look.

"Ah, Silverpelt." meowed Whitestar. "You need to know the plan."

Silverpelt nodded and sat down, ready to attempt to remember all the details.

Whitestar nodded and began.

"If we arrive at the clearing before Shadowclan, we can prepare an attack formation. Silverpelt and Orangestripe will flank me, in a triangle shape."

The cats nodded.

"If Tigerpelt is already there, enter the clearing like that."

They nodded again.

"I will attack first. If something happens to me, then you two must attack together. We can't depend on Riverclan showing up."

Silverpelt was trying hard to remember this. It was hard. He heard a voice in his head say,

"Just follow your instincts."

It had sounded like Silverfire.

Suddenly, Brokenmoon came running out of the apprentices den.

"Whitestar! Whitestar!" he cried, "I had a message from Starclan!"

"What is it?" asked Whitestar, diverting all his attention to the cat. Brokenmoon stopped, his sides heaving.

"Redpaw...Redpaw… said that two cats… will die… and one will be… 'The other side... of the stars'." he panted.

Whitestar stared at the cat for a moment, then he nodded and dismissed the apprentice.

"Let's prepare for war."

The sun was setting and Whitestar was preparing to talk to the clan. Silverpelt felt uneasy. How could he seriously be doing this? That prophecy earlier had freaked him out too. What could it possibly mean?

Orangestripe came padding over to him. She licked his ear then said,

"I have an idea about the prophecy."

Silverpelt stared at her. He didn't want to lose her today. She was too precious to him.

"I think it might be talking about the leaders." she meowed, "It could be referring to Froststar."

"How?" Silverpelt asked.

"Well, 'The other side' could mean the other clan and 'stars' could be referring to the leaders as their names end in star."

Silverpelt purred. If this was true, then it wouldn't affect his clan. Orangestripe stood up and walked over to Whitestar. She was probably going to tell him her theory.

Silverpelt's fur prickled. He didn't think the prophecy was quite that simple. But what else could it be? It couldn't be talking about the stars in the sky, Silverpelt, because they couldn't die.

Hang on, he thought, Silverpelt?

Could the prophecy be talking about him?

It was almost midnight. The clan was silent. The cats were all sat in the clearing at the Thunderclan camp. Silverpelt and Orangestripe were sat next to each other, huddling together. Whitestar was talking about what should happen if Shadowclan tried to attack the camp. The plan was controversial and dangerous, but it may be their only chance.

"If we are losing," he told them, "You must all flee from the camp. Apprentices will help take supplies and the elders will help carry fresh kill. Greystripe, Tawnypelt, Roseeyes, Icepelt, Whitefoot and Mousewhisker will carry the kits. Hollypaw, if we are losing, you must run on ahead to Windclan and ask if we can shelter with them. The rest of the clan will follow behind. If we can't, you must shelter on the border next to the Thunderpath at the top of our territory."

The Thunderclan cats stared up silently at their leader. "He made it sound like we will lose." whispered Thistlepaw.

Specklepaw nodded. Silverpelt and Orangestripe stood up as their leader walked towards the entrance. Greystripe leapt up onto the highrock an continued the talk. The two warriors followed their leader out of the camp.

They silently padded to fourrocks. Silverpelt and Orangestripe were walking side by side, so close they were touching. Whitestar was padding infront, his head always facing forwards.

They didn't stop to hunt at all and Silverpelt was starting to feel the first pangs of hunger as he neared the river. They stopped and Whitestar peered into the clearing. A cloud was passing over the moon. He couldn't see anything. Suddenly, the cloud lifted and he saw three cats ahead. He could see that they were Froststar, Lionheart and Frostfeather. Hi flicked his tail and the Thunderclan cats cleared the stream and walked up to the Riverclan party.

They bowed and the Riverclan cats nodded. Silverpelt padded over to his sister. She smiled at him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, "Shouldn't you be looking after your kits?"

"Sunpelt is caring for them. Anyway, I didn't have a choice about coming."

Silverpelt looked confused.

"Why did you have to come?"

"Longfur, our new medicine cat, received a message saying that I had to come. You can't argue with the will of Starclan."

She looked up at the stars. They were shining brightly.

"I wonder if they're watching." Frostfeather meowed, thoughtfully.

A loud growl sounded behind them and all the cats spun around. Tigerpelt had leapt over the stream and was stalking towards them, flanked by three other Shadowclan cats. Silverpelt spotted Firestorm was among them.

Tigerpelt took another step forwards and sat down, his warriors following his lead. The Thunderclan and Riverclan cats also sat down.

Tigerpelt growled,

"I have some unfinished business to attend to and it will be dealt with tonight."

"What sort of unfinished business?" Froststar asked.

"Well, none of you will ever leave this clearing." he sneered.

Whitestar sprang to his paws and stared at Tigerpelt.

"How are we going to fight you?!" he growled.

Tigerpelt stood up slowly and met his gaze.

"My warriors shall deal with the Riverclan cats, while I deal with you!"

The Shadowclan warriors stood up.

"And what if we don't want to fight you?" asked Whitestar.

Tigerpelt gave a flick if his tail and Firestorm walked forwards, dropping something on the ground. It was a kit.

"This is Gorsekit." he sneered, "And if you don't fight, he dies."

The Shadowclan cats purred. Frostfeather gasped.

Silverpelt looked across at his leader but Whitestar's expression was unreadable. Silverpelt's heart sank. His leader wouldn't risk the kit dying. Whitestar sighed.

"Very well. We will fight you." he meowed.

The Shadowclan cats moved to face the Riverclan party.

"I'll fight your leader first." Tigerpelt growled.

He flicked his tail and his warriors attacked. Tigerpelt leapt at Whitestar and the two cats began to fight.

They tumbled around the clearing, fur flying everywhere as four pairs of cats tried to claw at each other. Silverpelt ran over and picked up the kit who was squeaking in terror.

He put it on the ground and licked it, then stood over it defensively, he wasn't going to let any harm come to it.

Whitestar was desperately trying to each Tigerpelt's underbelly but the cat was too strong. Suddenly, Whitestar was flung onto his back and the traitorous cat tried to claw at him. Whitestar had an idea. Instead of struggling, he simply brought up his legs and kicked the ginger cat off of him. Tigerpelt rolled as he landed and sprung back up onto his feet. Whitestar rolled over and up, turning to face his attacker. Tigerpelt snarled at him but Whitestar just sprang forwards, landing his front paws on Tigerpelt's front paws. Tigerpelt was trapped and tried to struggle free. Whitestar bit down hard on his shoulder. Tigerpelt pulled backwards hard, freeing himself and throwing Whitestar off balance. The Thunderclan leader fell to the floor and heard a snap. Pain flared in his back left leg. It was broken. He wouldn't be able to move. He was a perfect target!

Greystripe was braced. He had heard the howls of approaching cats and knew he only had a few seconds before his clan was flung into battle. He looked around the camp one last time. Tawnypelt was stood in the nursery entrance, ready to protect the kits. The elders were safe in the warriors den. The rest of the cats had formed a line across the camp. Greystripe was stood on the highrock, ready to leap down on an unfortunate cat. He unsheathed his claws, ready for battle.

Silverpelt was terrified. Whitestar's leg was broken and he was trapped on the ground. The Riverclan cats had severe injuries and they were tiring. It seemed like it wouldn't be long now before they were defeated and Tigerpelt took over the forest. Silverpelt looked on at events despairing at the fact he couldn't help.

Tigerpelt walked over to Whitestar and pinned him to the ground. He moved his head closer, until it was only a mouselength away from his neck before he sneered,

"I've waited for this for a very long time."

He opened his jaws and prepared to bit down.

Frostfeather squirmed beneath her attacker. He had her pinned to the ground and she couldn't break free. She bit his paw hard but he didn't move it, he didn't even cry out. He just held her there glaring at her. She wriggled until her back paws were under her body. Then she flung herself upwards, flinging her attacker off her. She spun around to face him as he jumped to his paws. Frostfeather growled at him. She would leave his clearing and see her kits again. She had to. Riverclan had lost too many queens. She leapt forwards but landed about a foxlength short of her attacker.

"Is that the best you can do?" he sneered.

She growled and darted forwards, biting into his shoulder. He winced and she knew she'd hit a tender spot. She darted in again, biting down in the same place. He cried out in pain and charged at her, sending her flying into one of the large rocks in the centre of the clearing. Frostfeather slumped to the ground, unable to move. She was winded and felt dizzy. Fourrocks span around and around as she saw her attacker approach her. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and dragged her into the centre of the clearing. He pinned her to the ground and cried out, "Tigerpelt!"

Tigerpelt looked up. He had been about to finish off Whitestar but one of his cats had called him. He saw that Frostfeather, a Riverclan queen, had been almost knocked out and was being pinned to the ground. He stared at her closely, then noticed something. Frostfeather had almost exactly the same pelt as Silverpelt.

"Hang on…" he meowed, stepping off the Thunderclan leader. "Could it be? Silverpelt has a sister?"

Silverpelt spun around and stared at Tigerpelt as he stepped towards Frostfeather. He ran forwards but it was too late. Tigerpelt was standing over her and Silverpelt wouldn't make it.

"Well, this should make things more interesting." Tigerpelt sneered. He bit down hard into Frostfeather's neck and she went limp. Silverpelt stopped where he was and stared at the body of his sister.

"She had kits!" he cried out, still not able to look away. Tigerpelt laughed.

"What are you going to do to me?" he sneered, laughing at Silverpelt. "Twinkle me to death?"

Silverpelt turned on him, eyes full of fury. Now he understood the prophecy.

'The other side of the stars'.

It had meant the other half of him. He was a half clan cat, part Thunderclan, part Riverclan. The 'other side' was his sister in Riverclan. The 'stars' had meant it was referring to him.

He stalked towards Tigerpelt, claws unsheathed.

"First you try to kill my leader, then you kill my sister. And now, I'm going to kill you."

Tigerpelt glared at him.

Silverpelt took a few more steps forwards, then leapt.

Orangestripe couldn't do anything except look on. She had seen a cat she had only thought of as an enemy queen, be revealed as her mate's sister and then killed. She was guarding the kit that Silverpelt had left. She watched as he leapt at Tigerpelt and sliced open his nose. Tigerpelt was momentarily blinded and Silverpelt used the opportunity to bite him hard in the shoulder. Tigerpelt sprang backwards, spraying blood onto Silverpelt's coat. Tigerpelt leapt forwards and bowled Silverpelt over, roaring with anger. Silverpelt rolled away from Tigerpelt's next blow and jumped to his paws. The two cats circled each other, never looking away, even for a second. Then Tigerpelt leapt on Silverpelt, biting him hard in the shoulder and taking him by surprise. Silverpelt stumbled backwards, the pain in his shoulder so intense he thought he would burst. He tripped over Frostfeather's body and lay on the ground, writhing in agony. Tigerpelt sprang over to him and pinned him still. Silverpelt stared at Tigerpelt, unable to look away from his cruel amber eyes. They were so full of anger and hatred that Silverpelt wondered how he could see out of them.

"And now to finish it." Tigerpelt growled.

Silverpelt felt his warm breath on his face and twisted his head to one side. Tigerpelt bent down and Silverpelt felt sharp teeth pricking into his neck. He knew he was about to die.

And then the feeling disappeared and Silverpelt was no longer pinned down. He twisted around and saw Orangestripe battling bravely against Tigerpelt. He forced himself to his paws and ran over. He stopped when Orangestripe was flung across the ground and rolled over. He watched closely and just saw her paw twitch. She was alive!

He felt happy but also angry. He looked across at Tigerpelt, the murderous cat, and felt the anger rising. He felt a presence beside him and looked across to see the faint shimmering shape beside him. Tigerpelt looked at it and snarled.

"What sort of monster are you?!" he roared.

Silverpelt felt more cats joining him and understood what his mother had meant when she had said that he had the whole power of Starclan backing him. He felt like he could anything and he knew that Tigerpelt was very afraid. He growled at him, and Tigerpelt took a step backwards.

Silverpelt sprang forwards, the Starclan cats with him. He ploughed into Tigerpelt, sending them both falling backwards.

And into the river that marked the border of Thunderclan territory.

Cats streamed into the Thunderclan camp and smashed into the wall of cats. Soon the camp was full of writhing fighting creatures and there was almost no ground left visible.

Greystripe spotted a small black she-cat below him and sprang off the highrock. He landed on her back and knocked her to the ground. She twisted underneath him and knocked him off. He sprang back onto his paws and faced her. She leapt to one side of him and smashed into his left side. He fell over and she jumped onto him, her claws digging in deep. He couldn't break free, she had him trapped. He moved around underneath her and managed to knock her off balance. She fell onto her side and her bit her hard in the leg, sending her racing out of the camp.

Greystripe looked around. Everywhere he could see fighting cats. Tawnypelt was wrestling with a pale ginger she-cat in the entrance of the nursery. Greystripe's eyes clouded with sadness when he saw the body of Whitestorm lying dead. Blackclaw was wrestling with Ripped, who had Whitestorm's fur between her claws.

He sprang away, looking for another cat to fight.