Ok, here's the next chapter!

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Silverpaw had been back for a week now. Wait, not Silverpaw. Silverfang. He got his warrior name.

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"Please, all cats gather for a meeting!" Firestar yowled. Thunderclan slowly gathered beneath highledge, all looking up in anticipation. Silverpaw followed Sunshine, his sister, to the ledge, his tail wagging slightly. He was happy he was back, he really was. He just didnt feel it. Yet. He will, though. He had too. This was his home. Of course he was happy...

"We want to honour a clan member who has just returned to us, healthy and loyal. Now he has proven that he has what it takes to be a Thunderclan warrior. Silverpaw, step forward."

He did, recalling as he did so the many times that he had dreamth about this moment. Now it didnt seem nearly as important.Wait, what was he thinking. Of course this as important.

"Silverpaw, Squirrelflight thinks you are ready to become a warrior. I ask Starclan to look down on you now as Silverfang, a full warrior of Thunderclan," Firestar announced, his coat gleaming brightly and his eyes guarded.

The clan started to chant his name, but not smoothly, more with some gaping silences, until the entire clan was chanting in unison. He was playing the part well, puffing out his chest as if he was proud. But how foolish the act seemed now, after living with the wolves. And with Shadow.

No, wait. He musn't think about Shadow.

Shadow was gone, as was Sparks. Sparks! How could he ever treat him so horribly!? How could he make him feel so bad?

No, wait. He musn't think about Sparks either.

Or Deathmoon, or Dragon, or Virgo, or Luna, or Sage, or Renegade, or Shadow.

Oh, Shadow.

No, musn't think of Shadow.

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Thats how his warrior ceremony went. Infact, thats how most of his week went, with nothing in his mind exept the friends he left behind.

But mostly Shadow.

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"Bluestar, he is unhappy. A blind pup could see that!" Comet growled, her hackles rising and he lips drawing back. "Should I speak to him about his journey?"

Bluestar didn't answer, instead pausing and twitching her tail.

"Answer me cat!" Comet snarled.

"If you think it necesary. But keep in mind he belongs here, he must fulfil the prophecy."

"Prophecy smophecy. Silverfang should be able to choose his own destiny."

"He will. He'll just choose the one we picked out for him," Bluestar said firmly.

Comet blinked, confused. "You lost me..."

"Thats fine, I really didnt expect a dog to keep up."

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Brambleclaw awoke, stretching and arching his back. Yawning, he survied the warrior den, seeing all the cats flanks rise and fall with steady breathing. Then his gaze shifted to the entrance, where the large bulk of Silverfang lay, slightly snoring.

Brambleclaw rolled his eyes, then stopped himself. That was a childish thing to do,and his father didnt want childish. He wanted a leader.

Brambleclaw sighed, then mentally punched himself as Squirrelflight stirred. She shook herself awake, blinking, and looked over at him almost guiltily. Her eyes hid some secret she wanted to share, but wasnt giving it up without a fight.

He shrugged her off, knowing it would be easier that way, and watched out of the corner of his eye as her expression darkened with sadness and she lay back down to sleep.

He sighed once more.

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Silverpaw awoke, yawning. He had been back two weeks now, and he no longer jumped when he realized Sparks back wasnt against his, and his flank wasnt by Shadow. No longer did he await the lust, since there was not enough blood that he recieved to sustain it. No longer did he look forward to days with Sparks, playing around with Dragon, and bothering Shadow. No, he was over that.

Atleast, thats what he told himself.

Now he had patrol. Patrol was soo easy for him now, all he did was run around racing against Sootclaw, who he could now easily beat in a race. His long legs were stronger, and therefore faster, than his brother.

He didnt even pay attention on patrols, he was convinced that nothing would attack them when he was there. Not to be conceited, but just factual. Any cat who did not know him would not want to fight him.

Thats why he was so shocked wen Sootclaw stopped and tasted the air, spitting. He called over to Brambleclaw, "Come here, smell this."

The thick brown tabby jogged up, his tail twitching. Tasting the air, he snarled, turning. "This smells like how you did when you returned, dog. Identify it."

Silverfang's heart skipped a beat. Wolves, here? He stepped forward eagerly, yelping when the scent reached him.

He would know who that was anywhere.

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Ok, so the fire didnt reach us, thank God. My friend, who had to evacuate, went back home like a week ago, and their house is fine. My grandmas condo, though, was burned down, there was nothing but ashes left. I feel so sad for her, but atleast she actually owns a house that she lives in too.

I know I should've updated sooner, but ALL the craploads of homework that was due the week of the fires they made due the entire following week, PLUS the regular homework. Yea, I know. It sucks. Stupid Fire.

Ok, the next chapter is going to be fun to write!!!

BlindSeer

P.S. Soooo many people donated crayons! Like, I bet the Qualcomm stadium (the evacuee place me and my friends volunteered at) could sell the left over boxes of crayons and get as much money as a charger game...no joke. So, some advice, dont donate crayons!!!! ;)