-Wh00t!- Only 1 more chapter till the end of this story, and the beginning of Night of the Raven! Hurray! Aren't you excited?!!

Also I have some writer's block so prepare for a short chapter.

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BLACKFOOT POV: THUNDERCLAN CAMP, WARRIORS' DEN

The tom woke, bleary-eyed, to find the camp coated in a layer of snow. His heart seemed pressed and his throat was tight: Oh, yes. He hadn't been her love. With a muffled whimper, he turned his back to the cold and curled up tighter, shivering. His mind spun into a whirlwind.

Looking back over his shoulder, he saw a white warrior, carrying two mice in her teeth, struggling through the snow. His green eyes sparked with interest, and he turned himself around. Iceclaw stood at the threshold of the den, shaking her fur free of snow, golden eyes closed in distaste. "What are you doing?" he meowed. She dropped the mice, pushing one toward him, and settling in her nest next to him.

"I was hunting, and I heard what happened with Sparkfur." She took a bite, swallowing before continuing. "I know that you were my mentor, and all, but there's something I must tell you."

Blackfoot crunched on a mouthful of mouse, nodding for her to go on.

"Well," Iceclaw murmured, "I spoke to your sister, Lichenpaw, and your mother, Millie." (Didn't expect that, did you?) "They all say it's fine with them, if it's okay with you."

"Where are you going with this, Iceclaw?" a voice mewed. They looked up to see Foxshadow, who was knitting a brow.

"Leave them be, Foxshadow," growled Hollywhisker, scrunching closer to Lionfur. "Some of us are trying to sleep."

The pair waited until her breathing was slow and even. "Um, Blackfoot…I love you."

He stared at her. "What?"

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SPARKFUR POV: UNKNOWN

Sparkfur blinked open her eyes, yawning. She felt colder than usual, and saw a coat of snow over her fur. The she-cat shook away her horror. She'd had a dream that she'd been attacked by a huge fox, with Flintclaw battling beside her… "FLINTCLAW!" she yowled.

A wedge-shaped orange face, with black points, peered out from the bushes. The tom sprang up and stared into its amber eyes. "Sparkfur, run!"

She was frozen in fear. Flashbacks rushed through her mind, of Firestar being mauled…of his death…and her body steeled. New strength rippled through her. Her ears flattened; her lip curled; her eyes narrowed; her tail flashed into the air; her fur sprang up; her claws unsheathed. "No way!" she snarled. "I'm not letting it happen again."

"Don't be stupid!" Flintclaw hissed, slashing his claws across its muzzle. "You're hurt."

"Well, a cat's already fallen at the feet of a fox! I will never go through that with you!" she screamed, launching for the fox. This one, obviously, was wiser; it slammed her away with a paw. She tumbled to the ground, doing a somersault. "Oof!"

"Are you crazy?"

"These two must be mad, trying to fight Zio!"

"Must be, Mothflower!"

The three new arrivals appeared from nowhere, slashing at the fox, or "Zio". One was a deep gray with brown eyes. This was "Mothflower", as they called her.

Zio whimpered at the onslaught of five cats, turning tail and darting away. Mothflower let out a mrrow of laughter. "Hello. I'm Mothflower, as you know, that's Moonheart"—she pointed her tail to a white tom—"and that's Fawnstream"—her tail pointed to a brown she-cat with white spots.

"Those are warrior names!" Sparkfur exclaimed. "I'm Sparkfur, and that's Flintclaw." She nodded to the tabby, whose eyes were locked on Fawnstream. "Flintclaw!"

"Huh? What? Oh. Hi."

"Well, duh, they're warrior names. We're warriors of SkyClan." Moonheart rolled his eyes. "Where are you from?"

"We're from ThunderClan and RiverClan." Sparkfur's ears twitched. "I heard SkyClan live far away. What're you doing up here?"

"Ohhh!" Fawnstream meowed, laughing. "Mothflower's an excellent liar. We were warriors of SkyClan, but we left. If you're looking for the Great Forest, we can help you there."

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Well? I told you it'd be a short chapter. I love Fawnstream. –hugs- She's so cute. Here's a list of their personalities, just 'cause I'm bored:

Fawnstream: This she-cat has had a litter of kits. She is cool and calm, spunky and fun, and fiery and rude. She knows how to debate and can put up a good fight. Most Like In This Story: Iceclaw, even though you don't see much of her.

Moonheart: This tom is more reserved than the rest. Although now an uncle, he is very easily offended and can't take the heat in most fights. Most Like In This Story: Flintclaw (when he's mad).

Mothflower: The most fun and outgoing of the trio, she is the ringleader. She can easily get anyone to eat out of her paws with just a little smooth-talking. Most Like In This Story: Sparkfur (when she's in a bad situation).