I don't own Warriors.

I wrote this chapter in 1st person, just to try something new. Let me know in your review if you prefer it in 1st or 3rd person, and I'll probably go with the majority.

This is from Streampaw's POV.

My skin crawled, my heart beating rapidly. I could hardly dare to believe it. On my first day as an apprentice, I was going to the Gathering. Pinepaw glared at me, but I didn't care. I never had, so why should I start now? The mousebrain was paying his price for jeering at me earlier.

"What's wrong Pinepaw?" I sneered as I approached him.

He didn't reply, but just continued glaring at me.

"Are you upset that a weak, defenseless kittypet is going to the Gathering while the big, strong clan cat has to stay at the camp?" I mocked him.

"Shut up!"

"What a great comeback," I snapped sarcastically. "'Shut up,' oh, how am I ever going to get over that?"

"Leave me alone!" Pinepaw said, his voice becoming high and hysterical.

"I think it's time for the little kit to go to sleep," I said as I turned and stalked off to join the group of cats about to leave for the Gathering.

I leapt off the log-bridge and landed lightly on the ground.

"Listen, don't talk," Icefeather warned me under her breath before leaving to talk to some WindClan warriors.

I rolled my eyes at her retreating back. "I'll do whatever I want," I snarled under my breath. Looking around, I saw a WindClan and ShadowClan apprentice talking at the edge of the clearing, and a bored-looking RiverClan apprentice standing not far from them. They looked about my age, so I walked towards them. The WindClan apprentice was brown with amber eyes, and the RiverClan apprentice was gold with amber eyes that were incredibly similar. The ShadowClan cat was midnight black, with silver eyes which reminded me of my own.

"Hi," I said to the RiverClan apprentice. "I'm Streampaw."

"Hello," she said, talking to me as if I was below her. "I'm Goldenpaw."

I bristled. "I'm not below you!"

"I never said you were," Goldenpaw replied, but she didn't bother to disguise that I was in her words.

I turned and stalked away from the arrogant apprentice, planning on finding some nicer apprentices.

"You can come over here," called the WindClan apprentice that I had spotted earlier.

I changed course and moved over to him and his friend. "I'm Streampaw."

"Dirtpaw," the WindClan apprentice said.

"Blackpaw," the ShadowClan apprentice told me. He frowned. "Your eyes…"

Dirtpaw glanced at us. "That's weird. You aren't related, are you?"

"I was found," Streampaw said. "Probably a loner's kit and they couldn't have me with them." Only practice allowed Streampaw to say this emotionlessly.

"I was found just outside of camp. I never knew my parents. They could be dead, or they just couldn't handle a kit." He was as practiced as me at that.

Dirtpaw frowned. "That's weird."

"Yeah," I said. "We could be half-siblings."

"No, not that," Dirtpaw replied. "It's just that I was found in the same way."

"We could all be related!" I began excitedly. "And our mother couldn't keep us so we were abandoned at different camps—"

"But then it would be likely there were four of us," Blackpaw said.

The wheels in my mind were turning. At a sudden realization, I gasped. "The RiverClan apprentice, Goldenpaw!" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice. "Dirtpaw, her eyes are exactly like yours!"

"We're related to her?" Blackpaw said revulsion in his voice. "That stuck-up brat?"

"There's still some hope," Dirtpaw offered. "We don't know if she's Clanborn. We might get lucky."

"If we need anything it's that," Blackpaw muttered.

"Wait," Dirtpaw hissed. "The Gathering started, we've missed them calling it.

"ThunderClan has two new apprentices," My leader was saying. "One is here."

Moldstar, the ShadowClan leader, began to speak. "ShadowClan is fine. We have a new apprentice, Blackpaw, who I am willing to bet is the best apprentice in this forest!"

I looked at Blackpaw, who looked embarrassed. "What?"

"I don't know," he said. "He's been acting like that, and I have no idea why!"

"RiverClan is doing wonderfully," Needletooth said. "Brookstar died last week, and I have not yet traveled to the Moonpool to get my nine lives. We also have a recent apprentice, Goldenpaw."

Leafstar, the WindClan leader spoke, "WindClan has a new apprentice and is thriving. However, we have an issue to address. Earlier today, a RiverClan patrol attacked WindClan borders. Needletooth, what is the meaning of this?"

"We did no such thing," Needletooth replied.

Yowls of fury broke out from the WindClan cats. RiverClan began hissing back insults, triggering the reactions from ThunderClan and ShadowClan cats.

"That filthy cheating son of a—"

"Blackpaw, no!" I cried, and the apprentice stopped himself. Luckily, no one heard. "I support you too, all of RiverClan seems stuck up," I added to Dirtpaw.

"I've got scars to prove it happened," he said grimly.

"Look," I breathed. Clouds were drifting over the moon, engulfing the clans in darkness.

"This gathering is over," Lionstar, my leader, said. "StarClan has signaled it." He moved to jump down from the tree, but froze. Screams unlike any sound I had ever heard came from all around the island, stirring a memory in me, as if it was half forgotten. A crash woke me from my thoughts; the thing was on the island.

"What is it?" I asked.

"No idea," Dirtpaw said. "But it makes more noise than a half-asleep badger."

The thing crashed into the clearing where the clans were. The clouds had parted slightly, allowing enough light to see well through. The thing was hideous. It had a bright pelt covering only part of its body (A/N a bathing suit). I could tell it was female by its scent, but it was pungent. It stood upright on two legs, like the tales I heard about bears. What I guessed were its front legs hung by its side. The thing yelled something incoherent, and more crashing could be heard.

"Run!" Lionstar yelled, being the first to recover from the shock. No ca t needed to be told twice, and everyone scattered.

Blackpaw, Dirtpaw, and I pounded to the log, but the cats crowding on it suggested that it might break soon. "Come on," I muttered. "We'll have to swim."

"Are you on catnip?" Dirtpaw asked incredulously. More things broke through the trees. "Let's go for a swim," he decided.

"This way's the shortest part toward land," said Goldenpaw, coming by us. She still had a haughty attitude, but I didn't care. We plunged into the freezing water. It soaked through my fur in an instant.

"This—"

A loud crack interrupted her. The log that had carried cats over it for generations had broken, and the cat on it disappeared under the water with it. All the remaining cats on the island waded into the water to swim, along with the lucky cats that easily bobbed to the surface.

"We have to help them," Dirtpaw decided, swimming to where the log had been. We all followed him. Goldenpaw was the best swimmer out of us for by far. She swam faster and reached the sight before us, diving under to save a drowning queen. Other warriors were also diving, but they didn't have the endurance to dive to the bottom.

I took a deep breath and dove under. The water was clean for a lake, and it didn't sting when I opened my eyes. It was blurry, but that couldn't be helped. I swam deeper, spotting a cat lying at the bottom. I grabbed her, and my lung screaming for air, swam towards to surface.

"No one else is down there," a warrior called. "We have all of them."

Blackpaw and Dirtpaw helped me tow the cat to land. Luckily for us, we didn't see any more of the things.

We laid the she-cat on the ground, but something seemed to be odd about her. She wasn't breathing.

"She's dead," Dirtpaw said, confirming my suspicions. "She must have drowned."

"No," Blackpaw said, sounding odd as he stared at the tortoiseshell body. "She's dead, but not recently. The lake mush of preserved her body. I think she's been dead for half a year."

We all stared at each other. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this," I said quietly. "I promise you, and this she-cat."

"And the cat who killed her," Blackpaw said.

Dirtpaw and I stared at him.

"It seems like someone did," he began to explain.

"I know," Dirtpaw said. "I feel it."

"Me too," I added. "We'll all figure out what happened to her, no matter what."

"Agreed," the boy said.

It's long, and I would have stopped writing earlier but it was getting really good (or at least I thought so).

Like I said at the beginning, please let me know if you like 1st or 3rd person better.

Any guesses on who killed the she-cat? I decided who as soon as I started writing it. It was weird, I had them go to save the drowning cats, and I decided, "Hey! I'm going to do this!" Just warning you, the fact on who the she-cat is isn't important, but who killed her is.

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