Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Warriors. This is just a fan-fiction I made up 'cause I was bored, and will SO finish. So there. R & R, please.

FLINTCLAW POV

Flintclaw padded up the tree, carefully winding through the branches with his sleek gray body. He hopped off and looked around the island, hoping to see his friend Rabbitfoot of WindClan. But the new white warrior wasn't there. He hurried to Leopardshadow, his friend's former mentor. The cat was spotted like a leopard, which was strange for WindClan cats. "Leopardshadow!" he called.

The she-cat turned. "Yes?" He hurried through his questions. "Oh! Rabbitfoot has a mate now, Hawktail. He'd only just found out today that she would bear his kits, so he wanted to stay behind."

"Wow! That's great!" Flintclaw exclaimed. He turned to hear a heated discussion between a red ThunderClan tabby and Mistystar.

"All I want to know is where I can find Flintclaw!" hissed the she-cat. "That isn't too hard."

"Well, why do you want to find him?!" Mistystar shot back, sounding as though she was tired of repeating this. It went on like this for a few moments until Flintclaw stepped between them.

"I'm Flintclaw. And you are?"

He was surprised to see that when her fur lay down, it was still almost as big. Her fur must be really thick, he thought. The tom stared into her amber eyes. "I'm Sparkfur." Mistystar stomped away to the big tree, muttering. "Listen. I know you've dreamt of Spottedleaf. So have I."

He was about to reply when a yowl sounded out from the tree. Redstripe, the ThunderClan deputy, stepped forward. A quiet mumbling started. "QUIET!" screeched Onestar.

"Thank you, Onestar," Redstripe meowed. "Blackfoot's apprentice has now become Barleypool. I know that I will share the most tragic news of this Gathering. Firestar, our valiant leader, is dead."

Flintclaw's heart lurched and went out to Sparkfur especially; her head was bowed as if she had not yet gotten over most of the shock. "Our new deputy," he went on, "is Squirrelflight."

The orange warrior walked to the base of the tree with the other three deputies, sat, and curled her tail nervously around herself.

"That is all." Redstripe stepped back.

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SPARKFUR POV

The red tabby couldn't sleep. She hadn't gotten a chance to speak with Flintclaw and now, there was a constant rustling in the bushes.

"Sparkfur!" someone hissed. "Sparkfur, get out here!"

Too confused to refuse, she slunk out of her warm bed and parted the bushes with a paw. Flintclaw looked at her with his crystal blue eyes, just like Jaypaw's, except he could see. (A little note here, if you check my profile you'll see a pretty good picture of what Flintclaw looks like.) "Come on," he whispered. "I've had another dream. But it was with Firestar this time. He said…go to the forest. Find a friend."

"But we're in the forest!" Sparkfur exclaimed as they hurried out of camp. She scratched her chin on a thorn in the bush, and wiped away the welling blood drops. "Unless…unless he means the old forest! And what does he mean by 'find a friend'?"

"I don't know. But I'm thinking we should leave s—MRROOWWW!" He was ambushed by Squirrelflight, who had jumped him.

"Get out, you fuzzball RiverClan cat!" she hissed. Flintclaw scrambled up and dashed away. Then she turned to Sparkfur. "Did he hurt you?" she meowed, noticing the cut on her face.

"No. It was from a thorn. But you just ruined everything!" Sparkfur snarled, flicking her tail and heading back to camp.

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SPARKFUR POV, STILL

Sparkfur had sat in the middle of camp with her head bowed, awake, the rest of the night. Her father came out of his den and looked surprised to see her.

"What, are you playing out your warrior vigil over again?" he called. She looked up.

"Redstripe, I need to talk to you."