A/N: WARRIORS OF A NEW GENERATION RP WEBSITE IS BACK ON!!!!! I emailed the MSN Groups peoples, and my website's back!!! Please send my a PM for the link to the site. You can submit cat names and join in the fun! There are the four Clans of my fic, (the fourth one is a dead giveaway for the next sequel... sorry!) and you can submit a maximum of ten cats to join the ranks of LightClan, RainClan, EmberClan, and FeatherClan!!!!! Please join, it'll be really fun!!

"So you mean Speck is the cat who will help save the forest?" Dustcloud confirmed in disbelief. "She's the cat with a black ending?"

"She doesn't even have a black tail!" Whitepaw added. "How can she be the chosen cat?"

Cherrypaw recovered from the aftershock of the news and got to her paws. "Look at her tail again! What do you see?"

Whitepaw's eyes flitted to Speck's lashing tail. Sure enough, the fur was black-grey-and white tortoiseshell fur, but the tip was jet-black.

"She does have a black ending," Frostfur mewed under her breath. "But how do we know this?" she added for all to hear.

Snowstorm turned to the snowy-white RainClan warrior. "Valley and I spoke about this prophecy," she explained. "When I told him his task, and what he needed to do, he politely turned down the responsibility. I knew that couldn't be, and that Firestar wouldn't have told Skyfeather to find this cat if it weren't true. Then Valley told me some interesting news."

Snowstorm cast a glance at Speck, who lowered her head. "I didn't want to tell you," the small tortoiseshell muttered. "You were strangers to us."

Snowstorm nodded. "That's perfectly acceptable. I wouldn't expect you to tell complete strangers of your special ability."

Cherrypaw looked from Speck to Snowstorm to Valley. "Wait," she mewed. "What's Speck's special ability?" Her thoughts winged back to Feather and her words on specialties. But Seaspray told her it wasn't true. She tried to focus on the upcoming answer.

"Remember when that human captured you from the street?" Speck questioned.

Cherrypaw nodded.

"That was me."

"That's impossible!" Frostfur exclaimed. "How can a cat turn into a Twoleg?"

Speck sat down and gave her chest fur a quick, nervous lick. Then she settled into her story. "I really don't know," she began, "but the only thing I do know is that I was born with this power. I was not Pack-born; all I remember was waking up in the middle of the Threetrees clearing, on top of the Rock. Apparently the Coal Pack leader at the time, Story, had a prophecy that a tortoiseshell cat would appear on the Rock and help save the forest. When they realized that their forest didn't need saving, they ignored it. Now I know why I have been sent here: for you to find me. It's a good thing that Whitepaw here told you of Valley. If he hadn't you never would have found me."

Snowstorm chuckled and looked down at Cherrypaw. "Everything happens for a reason." Then she looked back at Speck. "StarClan probably sent you here so we could find you. It all fits into place."

Speck nodded. "I'm called a Morph," she explained. "Morphs can transform into humans during the night. They can stay in that form for as long as they like, as long as the change is performed under a moonlit sky."

Cherrypaw nodded, bewildered. She didn't know what to say. Everything she had just learned was still being digested; she didn't think she could possibly learn that much at one time.

Frostfur confirmed everything for the third time. "So Speck will have to come home to the forest with us and save us; not Valley?"

Snowstorm nodded. "That's correct," she meowed.

Cherrypaw felt a butterfly flutter its wings inside her chest. She had grown to like Speck over the last two days, and wasn't at all put down at the fact of having her come home with them.

"But we're not leaving without you, Speck," Star mewed, getting to her paws. "I'd never let that happen."

Bella nodded. "You can't leave your Pack, Speck," she agreed.

Speck sighed. "Cats of Coal Pack and Diamond Pack," she called, leaping on top of the Rockpile. Valley followed her with no comment. Cherrypaw watched in fascination as the Diamond Pack cats clustered around the mound of tumbled rocks. Mews of confusion filled the clearing when they saw Speck on top of the Rockpile.

"I know that none of you want to leave your home and the Pack you live in," Speck began, "but no cat can deny that the Packs of the human forest are dying. We can't survive in the winters, for all the prey disappears."

Cherrypaw assumed that "winter" was leaf-bare.

"Speck has a point," Valley meowed. "The Packs have only about eight or nine cats in them. We were just a mangy old group of cats that wanted to make a living in this forest. We created the three Packs and met at Threetrees. Hear me when I say that this was not long ago."

The cats in the Diamond Pack clearing all dimmed to a hushed whisper. Cherrypaw pricked her ears up toward Valley. They had only created the three Packs recently? How was that possible? The Clans of the forest had gone on for as long as Cherrypaw could remember, of course with ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan. But still, if was uncountable moons ago when LightClan and EmberClan settled in the forest.

Bella got to her paws and cleared her throat, signalling for silence. "I believe that the Packs should be no more."

Suddenly, an outburst of angry yowls sounded from the surrounding cats.

"We can't just forget about our lives in the Packs!" a gold tom with green eyes hissed. "That would be an insult to Night Pack!"

"Let me finish!" Bella hissed. Cherrypaw recoiled closer to Snowstorm's side. She knew that Bella could let out fury when she wanted, and she didn't want to get on her bad side.

Bella sat back down and waited for Speck's approval to continue. When the small tortoiseshell nodded her permission, she went on. "Just because I said that there should be no more Packs doesn't mean that you can stop believing in Night Pack. In fact, I will go back with Speck to the Clans' forest. Yesterday, Snowstorm told all of us in Coal Pack that we were offered the choice to join RainClan. I'm am taking up this offer, and wish to be a part of RainClan."

Cherrypaw brightened, creeping out from behind Snowstorm. RainClan could do with more warriors, especially a fierce she-cat like Bella.

Snowstorm stood. "Bella, you may return with us to RainClan," she meowed. "Speck, will you come back to our forest and help us defeat the Twolegs?"

To Cherrypaw's surprise, Speck didn't hesitate. "Of course, Snowstorm," she responded confidently. "If I was sent from StarClan to help you, I might as well."

Star got to her paws. "I'm coming, too," she mewed. "And I would like to serve in RainClan as well."

Alice flicked Cherrypaw's ear with her tail. "I would like to go as well."

Snowstorm nodded. "RainClan can use all the warriors we can get. Of course, you'll have to be mentored in the way of the warrior code, but that will be easy enough."

Valley nodded and leapt down from the Rockpile, Speck right behind him. "The three forest Packs were never destined to be true Packs, like your Clans," he meowed as the Diamond Pack cats around the clearing dispersed, hostility layering their exasperated meows. "I know the offer was not up for me, but I would like to go back with you, too."

Snowstorm nodded. "Like I said, we could use the warriors."

Valley nodded and padded to the entrance of the camp. Before he left, he turned around and called out, "Cats of Diamond Pack, we are no more. As of today, you are all officially known as rogues."

Snow leaped up to Valley with a look of hatred glazing his eyes. "You can't possibly mean that," he hissed under his breath, leering hard into Valley's green eyes.

"I'm sorry, Snow," Valley murmured. "You were a good Second. But I will be gone before Gemstone Pack knows. Please tell them that they are now rogues."

"We are not rogues," Snow snarled deeply. "And neither is Gemstone Pack."

Speck trotted calmly up to the two quarrelling cats. "You listen here, Snow," she murmured icily. "Unless you, Gemstone Pack, and the rest of Coal Pack want to stay here and live harsh, cold lives, you are now rogues."

Snow recoiled and slithered into a leafy den near the entrance. Speck turned to Cherrypaw. "That's how you tell a tom right."

Cherrypaw twitched her whiskers in amusement before following the dappled she-cat out of the Diamond Pack home, Snowstorm and the others right behind her.

"I'm coming."

"Me too."

"If you're going, I am as well."

Cherrypaw felt like she was going to drown in the sea of new warriors. Every single cat in Coal Pack agreed to come back with the Clan cats to the forest and live in RainClan. Of course, Whitepaw was feeling a little left out.

"Snowstorm," he mewed, padding up to the snowy she-cat with a look of embarrassment on his face. Frostfur was right behind him. "I know this may sound very odd, and I know both Skyfeather and Stormstar won't like it very much, but I would like to rejoin RainClan."

To Cherrypaw's surprise, Snowstorm did not look shocked. "I knew your love for Frostfur would draw you back to RainClan," she mumbled. "I'm sure Skyfeather won't mind, as well as Stormstar. It's a lot for RainClan to handle, but I'm sure we'll manage with new apprentices."

Cherrypaw nodded, but couldn't help regretting Snowstorm's words. Whitepaw was a selfish, annoying tom that wouldn't let her sleep at night with all his taunting and talking. Hopefully she'd be made a warrior soon. Then she wouldn't have to deal with Whitepaw's endless speak.

Speck hopped nimbly on top of the Rockpile. There was no need to call our to her Pack, since all the cats were already gathered.

"I'm sorry to say that the three Packs of this human forest have ended, for they had never even started. The cats of Diamond Pack and Gemstone Pack will now be known as rogues to us. Also, Valley has come from Diamond Pack to join us in our journey back to the Clans' forest. From this moment, we are all known as RainClan cats."

Cherrypaw couldn't help the feeling of pride burst inside her. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins as she thought of the new RainClan cats. These cats wanted to be a part of her life as a Clan cat! Surely nothing could top that. Every cat in the clearing was a RainClan cat, and it was practically the size of a normal Clan already.

Speck leaped off of the Rockpile and trotted up to Snowstorm. "Snowstorm," she mewed, then bowed her head in respect. "You are now our leader. Guide us home."

Cherrypaw didn't miss the sudden lift of Snowstorm's posture. She could tell that her mentor felt honoured to be leading this many noble cats back home to RainClan.

As the cats filed one by one out of the abandoned Coal Pack campsite, Cherrypaw began to wonder just how well RainClan had been coping over the last couple of moons. The next Gathering would be coming, and she hoped they'd make it back in time.

Then she remembered a vital part of the journey to find Speck: they had been inside a Twoleg monster for almost half of the journey! How would they find their way back to the Thunderpath?

"Speck?" she mewed to the dappled new RainClan cat.

Speck turned to her. "Hn?" she mewed. (A/N: xD No, she's not Sasuke...)

"It was you who brought us into the Twoleg monster on the Thunderpath and took us to where we are now," she recalled. "How are we to get back to that Thunderpath? We slept the whole trip."

Speck pondered this for a moment before meowing, "You're right. It's a good thing you thought about that. When we get back to the hu—I guess I have to use your terms now. When we get back to the Twoleg…nest, I'll lead the way."

Cherrypaw nodded and trotted up to Snowstorm's side. She explained Speck's theory to her before backing down to pad alongside Dustcloud who was having a conversation with the Coal Pack cat Harriet.

"So apprentices must hunt for elders and queens before feeding themselves," Harriet was mewing.

"Yes," Dustcloud responded. "After they have been feed, you may eat. If this part of the warrior code is broken, you will not be allowed to eat for the rest of the day."

Harriet scrunched up her muzzle in distaste. "I don't know what I'd do without food for a day."

Cherrypaw put in, "You'll also get new names. You can't live in RainClan and be called Harriet and Bella."

Harriet's ears prickled with excitement. "New names?" she echoed. "Ooh! That will be exciting! What will my name be? Do I get to chose it?"

Dustcloud purred in amusement. "No, Harriet," she replied. "When kits in the Clan are born, the mother and father pick the names. My mother, Snowstorm, chose the name Dust. Therefore, I was called Dustkit, since I was only a kit. My brothers were Silverkit and Darkkit."

Harriet listened intently, her eyes widening in fascination. "And you, Cherrypaw, you were Cherrykit?"

Cherrypaw nodded. "My mother is a warrior named Gingerfoot. My father is the Clan's deputy, Sparrowstripe."

Harriet nodded. "So Snowstorm was Snowkit?" She paused. "What about after that? You weren't Dustkit forever, since your name is now Dustcloud."

"When a kit is six moons old, it gets to become an apprentice. All apprentice names end in –paw. So I was Dustpaw. That's why Cherrypaw and Whitepaw have the same ending to their names. They're both apprentices."

Harriet nodded silently.

"When an apprentice has trained long enough and fully understands the warrior code, he or she may become a warrior. Every warrior has a different ending, although some are the same. I was named Dustcloud. My brother, Silverpaw, was named Silverwing. No one knows what Cherrypaw's name will be since she's still an apprentice."

Harriet nodded. "I'll probably be made an apprentice then."

Dustcloud nodded. "Most likely, since you were still a trainer in Coal Pack. Oh, and, if by any chance I'd become leader of RainClan, which I don't plan on, my name would be changed to Duststar, since all leaders have then ending –star."

Dustcloud continued to explain the warrior code to Harriet while Cherrypaw padded along silently, admiring the views of the forest around her.

Eventually, the RainClan cats came up to the ravine. Frostfur and Whitepaw helped Snowstorm scramble to the top while the former Coal Pack cats leaped nimbly up the slope.

Suddenly, a loud yapping filled the air. Cherrypaw pricked her ears toward the noise, which was coming from a Twoleg nest.

"It's a dog!" she heard Frostfur hiss under her breath.

"Every cat, hide!" Speck yowled.

Cherrypaw made for the nearest bramble thicket. She scented Snowstorm making her way toward her. "Snowstorm!" she hissed. The senior warrior trotted under the bramble thicket with her apprentice, panting heavily.

Cherrypaw opened her mouth to speak, but Snowstorm quickly flicked her tail across her mouth for silence.

The yapping grew louder as the dog approached. Why isn't it tied up? Cherrypaw thought. Twolegs usually tied up their dogs during the day unless they were out walking them.

"Cherrypaw, we have to get up a tree," Snowstorm whispered urgently.

Cherrypaw nodded and jetted out of the thicket, scrambling up the closest tree she could set paws on. The dog quickly noticed her and let out a flurry of barks, clawing at the tree and slobbering with wide-open jaws, boasting sharp white fangs.

"Snowstorm, go!" Cherrypaw yowled above the clamour of dog yaps.

Snowstorm pelted through the underbrush and up the tree. Cherrypaw watched in anticipation, sending silent prayers to StarClan, willing her up the trunk safely.

But to her dismay, the elderly warrior just slipped on the branch and tumbled to the ground. The dog was instantly barking excitedly and leaping at Snowstorm.

"No!" Cherrypaw growled, plunging down the tree trunk. The dog was distracted by the sudden movement, and Snowstorm darted away from the drooling jaws and up another tree.

When Cherrypaw knew that her mentor was safe, she bolted up next to her and watched the dog howl and yap its protest, scratching at the trunk.

A loud whistle echoed through the air, captivating the dog. It scurried back to its Twoleg, leaping over the small fence. But another sharp movement caught its attention and it leaped after the blur on the ground.

Speck!

The dappled she-cat bounded up the tree, the dog hard on her heels. She panted heavily, "Snowstorm, Cherrypaw…"

"What, what is it?" Cherrypaw mewed, since Snowstorm was at a loss for words.

It took several seconds for Speck to recover from the shock. She yowled breathlessly over the barking dog in a choppy voice, "You have got to trust me."