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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.

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

Dawnfur – 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. Rather big and powerful-looking.

More will be added as the story progresses.

Dawnfur looked around. It was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing. Then, she made out a figure that seemed to be glowing. The figure was standing a tail-length or two away. Dawnfur looked down. Her own fur seemed to be glowing too. She gave her attention back to the figure. Dawnfur gasped in surprise as she realized who it was.

"Firepaw?" Her sister looked up.

"Dawnpaw? What're you doing here?"

"Dawnfur," she corrected, "It's Dawnfur."

Firepaw wordlessly turned away. Dawnfur started to move forward, but passed right through Firepaw. I don't believe this… Dawnfur started when she noticed Firepaw was gone. And then she was back in the warriors' den, lying next to Hawkstorm. She curled up and went back to sleep.

Firepaw padded along beside Rainpaw, keeping an eye on the mountains. Rainpaw was quiet, and that was fine with her. She needed to think. I met Dawnpaw–Dawnfur–in a dream. Does that mean she's dead? Firepaw shuddered. Rainpaw appeared not to notice. Maybe I dreamed of her because I miss her. But then why would I imagine that she's called Dawnfur? Logic, maybe. After all, if I was at the lake, I'd be a warrior, too. Firepaw continued walking. But I'm not at the lake, she reminded herself bitterly. And I'm not with my Clanmates. And I'm not a warrior. Not yet.

The sparse forest they had been walking in slowly gave way to open moorland. Rainpaw visibly brightened at seeing the rolling grass. Firepaw didn't think about it. After had walked for another hour, she broke the long silence.

"Won't you be seen easily if you're on the moor?"

"Well," Rainpaw answered. "If we see an enemy, we just–" He didn't complete his sentence. Firepaw was staring worriedly behind them.

"What is it?"

"Foxes, a pair of them. They've seen us!" The two that she spoke of were heading towards them. At the rate they were going, they would overtake the cats within minutes.

"Run!" Rainpaw ran at full speed, which was quite fast. Firepaw was soon left behind. She looked back to see the foxes were far behind. She gave a short laugh and turned to look ahead, racing along faster. Ow! She had caught her hind-leg in a hole in the ground. The momentum of her running carried her forward, and her paw was ripped from the ground as she tumbled over in a heap. She shook her head, dazed. When her vision focused, she saw the foxes were too close for comfort. Firepaw turned around to start running, but yelped in pain as soon as she put the injured hind-leg on the ground. She continued to limp along, but she wasn't fast enough. The foxes snarled as they pounced on her. Firepaw cowered down. When she looked up again, Rainpaw was grappling with both of them.

"Go!" he shouted, raking his claws through the fox's fur. Firepaw hesitated, then realized she couldn't help Rainpaw anyway, so she ran away as fast as she could.

…

Firepaw was curled up under a ledge she had found. Her leg was lying limply on the ground, as it pained her to move it much. She scanned the slopes, looking for a familiar gray shape to come hurtling along, but didn't see anything. She feared the worst. I shouldn't have left Rainpaw to fight two foxes on his own. She glared at her leg, just lying there. I would have only made it harder for him. She turned her eyes back to the grass outside. It was bad enough losing Dawnpaw and Hawkpaw, but now Rainpaw? She shook her head. What did I mean by that?

…

Firepaw woke to the smell of rabbit. She sat up, seeing a rabbit carcass in front of her. Pain lanced through her as she stood to look around. Gritting her teeth in frustration, she limped out from under the ledge.

"Firepaw, you're not supposed to walk around like that!" Rainpaw jumped down from the ledge. Firepaw turned around in surprise.

"Go sit down and eat the rabbit I caught for you," Rainpaw instructed. "It's just a sprain, but it won't get better if you keep walking on it. You did that enough when you got here." Firepaw concealed her relief to see him as she did as he had said. She noticed he had several scratches all over him, and frowned.

"What happened to the foxes?"

"I ripped them to shreds. They ran off." He sat down opposite Firepaw.

"Good job. I'm glad you're okay."

He shrugged. "It was nothing." They finished the rabbit and set off again, rather slowly because of Firepaw's leg.

…

Firepaw dragged her foot along the ground, ignoring Rainpaw's looks of concern. I have to keep going. I won't be separated from my Clanmates any longer! Firepaw walked… and walked… and walked. Then, something made her look up, the fact that she didn't hear anyone but herself. This can't be good. Firepaw was standing alone in the middle of a sea of fog, and she was completely lost.