Hiya, foofers here. Um, so, there was a flunk up with chapter 2 & 3, but not it has been fixed! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: The Fury

"No." Her blue eyes cold. "I will decide when she becomes a warrior."

"But, Shockstar!" Snowswirl gasped. "She surely deserves it. Not only can my apprentice hunt for herself, she has every herb memorize and every battle move memorized too! She also works as hard as any warrior, in her own way. Every day she memorizes herbs, does battle moves non-stop, and battle her own fight of sadness."

"All convincing and such, but no." Shockstar remained uncaring. "Before she becomes a warrior she has to pass my test."

"What is your test?" Snowswirl meowed. "I am positive my apprentice can pass it better than any other cat here."

"We will see." She sneered. "And I won't tell you. At the half-moon I will go to the pit, and I want no-one there. You are not to breath a word of this to anyone, got it? Not even your precious apprentice. Out!" Shockstar snarled.

Snowswirl scampered out with her ears laid flat in distress. Ever since Rockstar died the clan had been slowly changing, it had even effected herself. She blamed Shockstar for it, actually it was even before their late honorable leader died that Shockstar had began to spread her nasty rumors. The pit-beast, bah, her poor apprentice was no beast, but a trapped cat who deserved love and help.

"Wolfpaw! Hurry please, it is freezing out here!" A voice yanked her from her sleep.

Grumbling she exited her nice warm den and rat pelt. This cat better have a good reason for dragging her out on this freezing windy night! "Yeah?" She called over the wind.

It was Stormpaw once more, and he seemed devastated. "I came as soon as possible, I promise!" He meowed.

"I believe you, but you say you are in a hurry?" She was impatient.

"I came here in secret as soon as I could. I overheard the leader talking to your mentor, and Shockstar has a secret test for you! If your mentor doesn't visit you until the half-moon, it isn't her fault, the leader told her not to."

"What!" She yelled into the windy night. "A secret test, what about me becoming a warrior?"

"Not until you pass it, and please remember, no one but your mentor knows about this. I was never here ok?" He meowed.

She sighed. "Fine, now go get some sleep."

He nodded and left.

She climbed back into her den and passed out.

A half-moon passed and her anger returned faster than before. It was all directed at the new leader who had denied her, her warriors ceremony. It also grew with the threat of snow on the cold leaf-bare days. As the mice lessened and her hunger grew, that added to the anger pile and made it a triple threat of emotions spilling over.

It was cold and cloudy when the day finally came and Shockstar appeared. "Hello, Wolfpaw." She meowed lazily.

"Shockstar." She gritted her teeth.

"How are you down here?" She asked, taking her time.

Wolfpaw forced a kind smile. "Good. The mice come down here to take shelter from the wind, and it makes hunting easier. The stream doesn't seem to freeze either, despite being small. My den is warm. Can I become a warrior soon?"

"Soon, if you pass my test." Shockstar promised. "Just climb out of there."

"Ha, funny. You know I can't." Wolfpaw snapped.

"Yelling at your clan leader is unadvised." Shockstar narrowed her eyes. "My test is for you to climb out of the pit."

"You give me an impossible test!" Wolfpaw protested. "It would be easier to learn how to swim than climb those walls! And you know I can't learn to swim in here." She called up.

"You have failed then, have a happy life, alone and as an apprentice." Shockstar shrugged.

There were no words to describe the lava like rage that washed through her. It seemed to chase away even the cold as she let out a throat-ripping snarl at the surprised clan leader.

Shockstar took a back step. "Pit-beast!" She hissed and ran.

Wailing her rage she ran at the rock wall and tried to climb, with all effort she truly did. She wanted nothing more than to get out and take her anger out on that horrible she-cat. How dare that monstrous cat call her the beast? She wasn't a beast!

She stopped, or was she? She looked at her bloody paws, torn from her latest escape attempt. She had looked all over the pit in an attempt to escape, but couldn't find one way out. Now she had been reduced to this, a screeching, yelling, unreachable, beast. She had gone insane with hate.

Feeling sick at herself she entered her den, and did not go outside to even greet her sister who rarely visited her.