A/N: I am sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was at a concert on Saturday, and on Tuesday-Friday I was in Virginia. I lost a lots of writing time due to my busy schedule last week... luckily this week my schedule's free! Expect to have one or two extra updates. Due to school starting and everything I'm going to start splitting the chapters up into 'parts' one chapter will be two to three parts- depending on how much time I have that week. Each update will contain a part- I have noticed my chapters have been getting shorter and shorter so I hope that this technique will make my writing better.

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Ch.6- Part 1

Feathersky's paws were numb as she made her way over unfamiliar territory. Thunderkit was dead; she was exiled- was all that she did really worth it?

"Yes, Feathersky, you gave me a chance to be in StarClan. Why do you doubt yourself? Your paws are set on the path towards your great destiny- it was bound to happen sooner or later. We're still watching you; you might not be a clan member- but you ARE a clan cat," Thunderkit's voice seemed to echo in her mind.

'But I don't WANT this destiny; I don't want to be clanless for the rest of my life!' her heart seemed to cry out.

"That's not your destiny. It never was. Feathersky, look down at your paws," Thunderkit replied.

Feathersky did as she was told; her paw that she was about to put down on the ground froze in mid-air. A small dark gray kit laid in a pitiful heap right below her paw- one more inch and she would have crushed it. Her medicine cat skills immediately took over. She bent over and sniffed the kit; checking for any sickness or death scent.

'She's alive!' she thought happily, 'probably around five moons old.'

Feathersky gently nudged the kit with her paw.

"Wha…" the kit moaned; turning on her side, "Mum?"

"No, sorry," Feathersky replied.

Big amber eyes starred up at her, "Of' course not. Mum died a moon ago; Aunt Petal just left yesterday with her other kits. Why'd you around these parts? Too many fur-heads if you ask me. By the way, I'm Storm Dance; but you can just call me Storm."

"Fur-heads?" Feathersky asked.

"House-kitty's call them House-folk; Rogues or Loners call them Rainbow-pelts, Fur-heads, or No-furs… and then there are groups of cats that call them Two-legs; my grandmother was a 'clan-cat' called Lightningdance. My mom named me after her and my father," Storm Dance replied.

An idea suddenly popped into Feathersky's head, "Storm, would you like to come with me?"

Storm's head tilted, "Where?"

"I don't know," Feathersky admitted, "But I think to find a clan."

The kit's eyes narrowed, "Why? Mum said that Lightningdance was kicked out of the clan because an outsider made it look like she murdered the leader. Are you going to kick more cats out of the clan?"

Feathersky's eyes softened, "My names Feathersky. I'm the daughter of Dirtstreak and Leopardfoot; I trained under Violetfur as an apprentice medicine cat. I was exiled for attempting to save the leader's kit- she set me up so that she could exile me. I'm just looking for a new life; a place to call home."

"You're a clan cat!" Storm Dance's eyes widened, "Then yeah, I'm coming with you! Mum said clan cats were legendary!"

Feathersky laughed, "Then come on, and I'll tell you about clan life."

Storm's little dark gray pelt pressed against Feathersky's. Everything about the kit reminded her of Thunderkit.

"So did Breezeheart ever catch the squirrel?" Storm's innocent voice rang out.

"Yes," Feathersky's voice trembled.

"Featherpaw! Look at that huge squirrel!" Breezepaw's voice rang out.

Featherpaw snorted, "Breezepaw, you're supposed to be helping me collect this dock!"

"That doesn't mean I can't catch it!" Breezepaw bounded away, "Jaypaw will want it!"

Featherpaw shook her head; nipping off another stalk of the plant in front of her. She could hear Breezepaw's yelps off in the distance as the new apprentice chased the fleeing creature all over the forest. Finally Breezepaw dropped the half-mangled skinny squirrel at her paws.

"My first catch," Breezepaw purred, "It's HUGE, don't you think, Feather?"

Featherpaw snorted; pretending that the squirrel really was a good catch, "Blackclaw will be pleased! You did an excellent job catching that squirrel. Well, I'm ready to go back to camp; come on."

She picked up the clump of leaves in her jaws while Breezepaw proudly carried the squirrel. The trip back to the camp seemed to last only seconds. The worried faces of their clanmates meant them inside.

"Breezepaw, Violetfur says Jaypaw wouldn't last tonight," Blackclaw's voice was tense, worried.

Breezepaw's face fell.

Blackclaw noted the mangled squirrel hanging from Breezepaw's jaws, "Is that your first catch?"

The young warrior apprentice didn't reply.

"Yes, it was, Blackclaw," Featherpaw replied for her.

"Breezepaw, would you like to eat your final meal with Jaypaw?" Blackclaw asked gently. "You can tell him all about how you caught it. I'm sure he'll appreciate your squirrel."

Breezepaw nodded, allowing Featherpaw to guide her to the medicine cat den.

"Hey, Breezy," a voice called softly from inside.

"Jay," Breezepaw ran to her brothers side, "I caught my first catch."

Featherpaw stood outside the den, watching Jaypaw and Breezepaw share the squirrel; needless to say they both didn't eat very much. She hated being unable to help the tiny slate gray tom. Violetfur said that nothing could be done- it had happened before; strange lumps on the body that were always fatal. Leopardfoot, being Jaypaw and Breezepaw's foster mother, was the first one to discover the strange lump on Jaypaw's front right leg. Slowly he got sicker and sicker and the lump moved to his throat. Skystar, the kindly old leader before Darkstar, gave Jaypaw his apprentice name- even though he knew he would never become a warrior.

"Jaypaw?" Breezepaw's worried voice sounded from inside the den, "Jaypaw!"

Featherpaw rushed in, just in time to see Jaypaw's final breath. His flanks heaved weakly and his eyes closed.

"Jay!" Breezepaw called out again as Violetfur entered the den.

"I'm sorry, Breezepaw, he's gone. Jaypaw's in StarClan," Violetfur sighed.

"Why are you so sad?" Storm's voice knocked Feathersky out of her memories.

"It's a long story," Feathersky regained her posture.

Storm stumbled on her tired paws.

Feathersky noticed and led her over to a nearby bush, "Come on, let make some nests and find a place to sleep for the night."

She nodded tiredly and helped Feathersky clear out the old leaves under the bush and gather moss to put down. Feathersky threw herself on the soft moss, her exhaustion quickly luring her to sleep. The last thing she remembered was Storm's tiny warm body pressing up against her.

A/N: Can you guys please review? If you don't know what to review about answer one of these questions:

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Until next time,

~Willow & Azzy

Um... how did you get on here?

I typed...?

Tree frogs CAN NOT type!

I can... MAHAHAHAHA!

Plus I'm at my aunts house and your in your cage at home with your boyfriend.

Reeba is not my boyfriend!

That's not very nice.

HOW DID YOU GET ON HERE REEBA!

I invited him.

Yeah!

GRR... WHAT DO YOU BOTH WANT?

CRICKETS!

I wanted to tell all the people who have reviewed that you really do love reviews and you get really, really, hoppy when people review. So take it from the tree frog that Willow rescued... REVEIW!

That's sweet, Reed.

Thanks. Have a hoppy day! Come on Azzy.

Well then... review & have a nice day!

~Willow& Swifter

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