A/N: Animechic has been breathing down my neck for a while to continue this story instead of any others. So I'll start the next chapter and see if she'll shut up.

The Sixth Rouge

Humming and navigating his way down the slope of the upper Wind Clan Territory, was a red colored tom with brown eyes. He was lost when his gang was set in a vision so no one knew of him. This tom looked like the five who came before him as prisoners almost a quarter moon ago.

He came free and was the second half of the eye of the storm. He had to find the West Wind. He was meant to stay with the West Wind. He stopped and breathed in the scents around him. The leaf-fall heather matched his pelt and eyes well enough that he could hide without being spotted. The no scent trick worked well for him too.

The tom smelt a few Warriors, an apprentice, and the West Wind coming up the hill. He looked over the clump of heather he was behind. He saw Whitetail, Crowfeather, and Heatherpaw as well as his quiet friend Arson.

Arson stopped and sniffed the air. He muttered, "Pity." And turned his head toward the hidden tom. "Hey umm Crowfeather, I think I smell something over there, can I check it out?"

The black tom narrowed his eyes and nodded curtly. "Whitetail, follow him." Arson walked calmly around a few patches of heather and stopped beside Pity. Whitetail's fur was on edge when she saw the red tom.

"Who are you." The she-cat hissed, "You shouldn't be here." She sniffed, "Your one of them!"

Pity nodded, "I am the second half of the eye of the storm. Many call me Pity."

Arson snorted, "Which you have none of my friend. None." He licked Pity's forehead, "I'm glad to see you again. Where did you disappear to this time?"

"I was lost in the old Territories." Pity said ducking his head, "I was lost in thought when I found the remains of the RiverClan base. It despaired me to see so I went to look at the other campsites and found only ThunderClan in okay condition."

Both rouges bent they're heads in sorrow. Whitetail mewed in despair. She looked so depressed. "Oh Whitetail." Arson said. He pressed his flank against her's.

"But good news being that the WindClan camp is in perfect condition its just difficult to get into the camp." Pity said. His tail swished in laughter. Whitetail glared at him.

"I told you he had no pity in his heart." Arson said, "And that's why you and Puffball are the combined halves of the eye of the storm. You merciless fools." He grumbled and flicked his tail to tell his friend to follow.

Whitetail led the way back to Heatherpaw and Crowfeather. Crowfeather hissed at Pity, "Another one? There were only five we were told about." He crouched down, "Jayfeather will pay for this." He narrowed his eyes and turned away. "Come on."

The four cats followed Crowfeather. Arson walked beside Pity with Heatherpaw on Pity's other side and Whitetail bristling behind him.

Crowfeather led the way into the camp and dodged through the crowd. He yowled for Onestar. Onestar came jogging out of his den and looked tired when Crowfeather explained what had happened.

Onestar looked at Pity, "Stay here for now and we'll decide what to do with you later." He turned and before he went back to his den said, "And Arson, you are to go hunt for the Clan. No help, just you."

Crowfeather hissed in anger at the last comment. The queens started whispering among themselves. Arson stood and shook his broad white head. "Get some rest Pity." He said before turning and exiting the camp.

The white tom walked out of the camp. When he was far enough away he broke into a run. The flames on his chest waved like real fire. Soon he reached the ThunderClan border and sniffed loudly. He could smell his friend. He could smell the East Wind. Arson sat down and waited.

Soon enough the she-cat trotted up to him. She had a brunch of herbs in her jaws. Setting them down she said, "Hello Arson, they let you out of camp again?" She sat and set her tail across her paws.

Arson licked her forehead and mewed, "Yes, Alse, they let me out. I'm supposed to be hunting." The two cats shared a look and purred in laughter, "I must hunt well if they are to let me out again."

Alse licked his chest, "Be careful not to get caught doing anything against the Warriors Code." She smiled, "The Winds know the Code and the Eyes of the Storm should." She then frowned, "I wonder if Pity has found us..."

Arson sat up, "I forgot! Pity showed up today while Crowfeather and Whitetail were showing me the borders again. He was behind a clump of heather just waiting." Alse looked surprised, "I'll bring him next time I visit you."

"Thank you Arson, I'll tell Ilce." She licked him again, "Don't forget to let Puffball and Icron know."

He nodded and asked, "Why do you have herbs?" He sniffed them and wrinkled his nose.

"Jayfeather is having me collect them." She purred, "He said if I collect the right ones then I can continue being his apprentice." She looked pleased.

"So as to not cause another poisoning incident then?" Arson asked. Alse swatted his ears. He laughed and danced away. "Well I'll go hunt now. Bye East Wind."

She nodded and before she picked up the herbs said, "Bye West Wind." They parted and Arson walked into the forest part of the WindClan Territory. He crouched and leaped into a tree very lightly.

"This is what we get for hanging out with SkyClan and Crag." He muttered remembering his time with the Tribe of Rushing Waters. He sighed and sat still listening.

When he got back to the camp he asked if a few apprentices could help carry stuff back. Whitetail, who got to him before Crowfeather could, said he could. Heatherpaw, Breezepaw, and Thistlepaw followed him out to collect his fresh-kill.

The four cats came back loaded with three pieces of prey apiece. Crowfeather's jaw gaped open, "You caught ALL that?" Arson nodded while almost dropping the two squirrels and the mouse he held. The apprentice's took their loads over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped them.

Breezepaw complained, "Did you have to catch all the fat pigeons?" He had carried two pigeons and a small sparrow back.

Crowfeather examined every piece and saw that Arson had killed them all. "Impressive." He growled. Onestar pushed his way to the pile and nodded.

"Very good Arson." Onestar said, "You may eat now." He took one of the pigeons and lay down in his favorite eating spot. "Come join me, and bring something for your friend."

Arson grabbed the sparrow Breezepaw brought in and one of the rabbits Thistlepaw carried. "Thank you all for helping me." With that he turned and walked over to Onestar. On his way he called to Pity to come join him.

Pity crawled out of his hole in the wall and trotted over to his friend and the leader. "Is the sparrow or rabbit for me?" Arson shrugged and watched him pick. Pity took the sparrow.

"You have always liked birds huh?" Arson asked. Pity nodded and the toms began eating.

Onestar swallowed his bite and said, "Arson you have been here for a quarter moon and I have decided to let you into the Clan as a member." Arson and Pity exchanged glances, "You are an excellent hunter and are good to the kits and apprentices. You are welcome here by almost all and I have spoken to your two caretakers." He meant Whitetail and Crowfeather, "They agree to let you into the Clan."

"Onestar?" Arson asked after a moment, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm very sure of this." Onestar said taking another bite. When he finished it he said, "You will need a Warriors name though."

Pity spoke up, "I remember when we were messing around at the old Territories." He smiled sadly, "Arson, do you remember hanging out and play fighting in ThunderClan Territory?"

"Oh! The sandy hollow?" He asked. He purred remembering, "Not one of you could beat me there." The toms both purred in remembrance.

Onestar then said, "I know your name. It is to be Sandfire." He flicked his tail. "That suits you very well, thank you Pity for bringing that up."

Pity nodded and Arson said, "Am I to be moving into the Warriors den then?"

"Not yet." Onestar said, "You must train in WindClan fighting. I will train you and for now you shall be known as Sandpaw."

"Yes Onestar." Arson, now Sandpaw, said. He flicked his head to the side.

Onestar yowled out for the Clan to gather. When they were all together he said, "Tonight we welcome a rouge turned Clan. He is to be treated like another Clanmate. Arson shall now be known as Sandpaw. He will train under me." The Clan yowled in approval.

The whole Clan congratulated Sandpaw on his new rank. He nodded and purred in happiness, "I wonder how the Winds will take this?" He said to Pity.

"Well, Sandpaw," Pity said rolling the name over his tongue, "We should tell them."