DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Warriors series, nor am I the three people (or so I heard) that use the pen-name Erin Hunter.

Allegiances

In addition to the cats in the Warriors series, the cats are:

ThunderClan

Firepaw – Flame-orange apprentice with piercing green eyes. Daughter of Brightheart and Cloudtail.

Hawkpaw – Black fur and amber eyes. Son of Dustpelt and Ferncloud.

Dawnpaw – Tortoiseshell she-cat with blue-gray eyes. Firepaw's sister.

WindClan

Rainpaw – Gray with blue eyes.

Cats Outside Clans

Scratch – White (with ginger patches) tom. Has unusual gray eyes.

Mell – Black tabby she-cat with a scar down one eye. Ice blue eyes.

Sky – Gray and silver fur with a white muzzle. Blue eyes.

Scar – Has ragged white and black fur and no tail. Amber eyes.

More will be added as the story progresses.

"I, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn." He looked down at the two. "Dawnpaw and Hawkpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your lives?"

"I do." Dawnpaw held her head high, having decided not to think about Firepaw during the ceremony.

"I do." Hawkpaw repeated, his amber eyes glinting in the near-full moon.

"Then by the power of StarClan I give you your warrior names. Dawnpaw, from this moment you shall be known as Dawnfur." Firestar rested his muzzle on Dawnfur's head, then stepped back. "StarClan honours you for your determination and optimism." He turned to Hawkpaw. "Hawkpaw, from this moment you shall be known as Hawkstorm. StarClan honours your strength and loyalty."

"Dawnfur! Hawkstorm!" ThunderClan raised their voices to the skies as they cheered for the new warriors. Whitewing looked proud, and Dawnfur's parents seemed to be proud yet sorrowful. As she padded to the entrance of the camp with Hawkstorm to carry out their silent vigil, Dawnfur couldn't help thinking that there should have been a third cat with them. Firepaw…

"You okay?"

Firepaw opened her eyes, then bolted upright. "Rainpaw!" Rainpaw nodded.

"So, you okay?"

"If you call being covered in scratches and having a massive headache okay, then yes, I am." she snapped.

"What?"

"Well, I got away from the rogues, no thanks to you!"

Rainpaw shrugged, "It's not my fault you can't take care of yourself for a minute."

"Oh, I can't take care of myself? I'm not the one who ran off! We agreed to get back to the lake together, and then you leave."

"I was trying to hunt, but I couldn't find anything because of the rain, and I couldn't get back to the den. What rogues were you talking about?"

"The ones that ripped me to shreds." Firepaw stated simply. "While I was running for my life, you were just fine. And I can see you're full."

"If you were hungry, you should have asked."

"Asked you? I don't think so. I can't even trust you to hunt on the moor, which is where you lived by the lake."

"It was raining!"

"So? It's rained plenty times before."

"Fine." Rainpaw whirled around and stalked off into the darkness. Firepaw looked around. She was sitting in a nest made of hay, and inside a Twoleg building.

"Here." A black cat padded over to Firepaw carrying a mouse in his jaws. He laid down the mouse in front of her. Firepaw nodded her thanks and finished it in a few hungry bites. She looked up to find the cat studying her.

"What?"

The cat narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see inside Firepaw. "You look like someone I know."

"Who?"

"A cat named Firestar."

"Really? I'm in ThunderClan, the name's Firepaw." She was beginning to understand.

"Ravenpaw. And I know how you got here. Rainpaw told me."

Firepaw gasped. "You're Ravenpaw? I've heard stories about you. How you saw Tigerstar killing Redtail and all."

Ravenpaw nodded. "That was a long time ago. I live here with Barley now. The barn was much quieter until you two got here."

"Oh, you heard?" Firepaw looked down at her paws.

"You know, from what I've heard about your journey, you need to make up with him if you're both going to survive."

"He's the one who just randomly left. Because of him, I had to face the rogues alone, and I nearly died."

"Whatever you say, though in my opinion you really should work together."

Another cat walked up and sat down next to Ravenpaw. "I'm Barley."

"Hi." Firepaw smiled. Another cat she had heard about in stories. I never thought I'd meet Princess. Or Ravenpaw. Or Barley.

"You don't look so good, are you okay?"

Firepaw nodded, which made her head throb. She crouched down on the floor and clutched her head in her paws. Barley looked sympathetic.

"Guess not." He turned to Ravenpaw. "No sign of the rogues anywhere."

"Good."

Firepaw looked up. "They come around here?"

"Sometimes," Ravenpaw mewed, "They're always wandering around their territory, which comes pretty close to the barn. Occasionally Barley or I keep guard outside to watch for them. They're a mean lot."

Barley nodded his agreement. "So, what happened to you with the rogues?"

Firepaw told them, and then they told her how Ravenpaw had found her lying on the moor and brought her to the barn.

"You make it sound too dramatic," Rainpaw meowed scornfully about Firepaw's tale. He had come up to them while she had told it, and now he was standing next to Ravenpaw and Barley.

"If you had been there, you wouldn't say anything." Firepaw sneered. "Because you'd be dead, you crowfood-eating furball."

Ravenpaw and Barley shared a look, then walked away, leaving Firepaw and Rainpaw to argue.

"Well, you're no better. They really did rip you to shreds. You know what? You're slowing me down. I could leave right now, and get back to the Clans. Because, frankly, I don't care what happens to you."

Firepaw just turned her back on him. "Go ahead. The journey will be easier without you anyway."

"If you ever leave the barn, that is."

Barley stepped up. "Enough. If one of you leaves, so will the other. And I won't give either of you directions unless you make up and travel together. You need each other to survive right now."

Firepaw didn't say anything. Rainpaw walked away.

Barley shrugged. "Stay here, then. You'll see what I mean soon enough."

Stupid furball. I don't need Rainpaw, anyway. Firepaw curled up in her hay nest and fell into a fitful sleep until dawn.

As Brambleclaw headed out of camp with the dawn patrol, he nodded to Dawnfur and Hawkstorm. The two headed to the warriors' den to catch up on some sleep. Wonder what Firepaw's doing now? Is she safe?

So yeah, it was Ravenpaw who Firepaw saw at the end of Chapter 5, not the rogues. Got ya. ;)