I dragged my paws as I padded back to camp, my eyelids suddenly heavy. I scented a blue jay somewhere deeper in the forest, but I was too tiered to bother hunting it. When I reached the camp, the whole Clan was sitting around the high-rock. Firepaw, the ShadowClan cat, Lionheart, and Spottedleaf stood in front of them.
"I know how to treat my own injuries!" the old she-cat snarled at Spottedleaf, who stepped backwards several tail-lengths.
I started to pad over, but I felt a sharp pain in my head. I groaned, then passed out.

"Metalpaw! Wake up! Metalpaw!"
I opened one eye and looked up to see the pale tom standing over me.
"You again..." I muttered.
The tom nodded.
"And I presume you are still unwilling to listen?" he replied.
"Nope." I said.
"Say, what are you, anyway?" I couldn't help asking.
"A StarClan cat. Or, to put it simply, the spirit of your warrior an-" he paused, his shoulders slumping.
"You're not even listening, are you, kid?"
"Nope," I snickered.
"I'm agnostic."

"Metalpaw! Metalpaw, what's wrong?!"
I groaned and looked up to see Ravenpaw, a worried expression on his face.
Confusion washed over me, and then it hit me; I'd only been unconscious for a few seconds. I started to sit up, but I felt a gentle paw on my chest.
"Let me up, Spottedleaf!" I growled.
Ravenpaw looked at me in confusion.
"Bro-er, Metalpaw, Spottedleaf is back in her den."
I sat up, shaking off the remains of my dream.
"I'm fine now, Ravenpaw."
Ravenpaw stepped backwards, giving me space to stand.
"O-okay." he said.
"Bluestar's questioning that ShadowClan cat, and Firepaw's cleaning ticks out of the elders' fur."
"Serves him right, the traitor..." I muttered.
"Anyway," Ravenpaw continued.
"We're leaving for the gathering soon. I was almost afraid you wouldn't be able to come."
"Yeah..." I said absent-mindedly.
"Me too."

I padded alongside Ravenpaw as we headed to the gathering. It was Ravenpaw's first, as well as my own, and he was bouncing along like a kit who was about to be apprenticed. I guess I was kinda excited, too. I didn't know what to expect. Apparently, all four Clans meet under a truce and discuss how things were going. Seems pretty fishy to me, but if Ravenpaw was happy about it, it must be good.
Bluestar led us towards the center of the forest, and the scents of WindClan and ShadowClan hit the roof of my mouth. Bluestar plunged into the bushes aheah, and we all followed. I have to admit, it was pretty awesome. The only Clan missing was RiverClan. I glanced over at Ravenpaw, who was surrounded by a group of younger ShadowClan and WindClan apprentices. RiverClan slowly started to arrive, and some RiverClan apprentices dashed over to hear what he was saying.
"Someone's popular..." I muttered.
I felt a pair of eyes watching me, and a shudder ran down my spine.
I spun around, but all I saw was Tigerclaw, his fur blowing in the gentle breeze, amber eyes half-open.

I curled up next to Ravenpaw, starlight streaming in through cracks in the den. I glanced over at Sandpaw. She was pretty, lying there with her tail over her nose. And I couldn't help but think of Winry Rockbell whenever I saw her.
Winry.
Something wasn't right. My stomach suddenly feels like an empty, bottomless pit. Dizziness washes over my, and the fur stands up on my neck. My whole head hurts, and my heart pounds in my chest. I shut my eyes, and I'm dragged into a dark, empty abyss.