It is time for Chapter 13. You all must be so happy. I'm sorry it took me so long. School has been so stressful! I had an orchestra concert, and we had a whole lot of papers to write, so I apologize. I was briefly sick of writing, which astounds even me! Sick of writing? How? I'll never know.

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Tysanne- Thank you so much. I'm glad you loved it, especially since you don't read these much.

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Disclaimer- Erin Hunter owns the Warriors books and its charries, not I.

Evia's POV:

Kittypet! Who dared to name me as one of them! I was far greater than one of those fat, lazy furballs. "I am not a kittypet," I informed the mystery tom. (bare with me on the description of this next cat, who even though I took the name from an existing cat(but he was an apprentice in the book, and now he's not), I could find no description in the Warriors books) He looked barely older than I, and was light brown, with dark brown on his muzzle, ear tips, tail tip and paws. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm no kittypet," I told him curtly, fur bristling.

The tom eyed me warily, and his yellow eyes narrow. "Perhaps you have the body of a rogue, but you are foolish like a kittypet," he replied.

I flicked my tail. "Why is that, dearest tom?"

"You have no idea where you are, do you?" the tom asked, licking the backs of his fangs. I merely sat there, shaking my head. He took this as the perfect opportunity, lunging at me.

I unsheathed my claws instantly, hissing as I leaped back so he landed a few pawsteps away from me. I got on top of him in under a second, digging into his back. With a soft yowl he rolled, crushing me beneath him. I slid my claws out of his sensitive skin and pushed him off me. We both got to our paws, and though my muscles did not like the tom's weight, I was not the one bleeding already. Sheesh. Tough toms. Not!

He tackled me, biting onto my ear. I reacted instantly, clawing his belly and pressing my muzzle into his neck, cutting off his airway. He gagged and released my ear, instead rolling me and gripping onto my shoulders. I growled and ran into the wall of their "camp", ramming him into it. He protested, digging in deeper, so I tossed myself to the ground as he had done earlier, getting him off. The tom did not appreciate that, and pushed himself off the ground so he stood on his hind legs, clawing at my face. I ran straight into his belly, knocking him off balance. The tom fell, panting, but got up. I tensed my muscles, ready for an attack, when I heard paws hitting the earth from behind me. Not liking the looks of this, I leaped towards my first opponent, landing on his back and bringing him to the ground as we both fell to the side. I slid off of him, seeing as I had found no purchase in his fur in time, and I got up a split second before him, pressing my left front paw onto his neck as my head turned to face the reinforcements. This was not a fair fight.

Three cats stood there, glaring at me with disapproval and instant hatred. The one in the lead was a dark ginger she-cat. The two behind her were obviously at a lower position then her. One was a small brown tom, and the other was a dark brown tom, whose tail was covered in darker brown tabby markings.

This was not a fair fight at all. I couldn't fight four cats! I wasn't invincible.

The third tom with dark brown fur gave a frustrated hiss. "Scorchfang! You mousebrain!" he hissed as the so-called Scorchfang pushed me off of him. I would've leapt at him again, but I was outnumbered. "You lost to this kittypet?" He sounded surprised. Why did everyone think I was a kittypet? Did I look fat?

I glanced at my belly.

Nope, still deathly thin with my ribs showing.

"Why do you guys keep making the same mistake over and over again? I am not a kittypet," I cried out.

The lead cat, the she-cat, stepped forward and gazed into my eyes. "Rogue, then," she assumed.

"No."

"She smells of ThunderClan to me," the smaller tom insisted, hackles raised.

The she-cat lashed her tail. "Hush Oakfur! If this is true, then why is she so thin?" the leader pointed out. The tom named Oakfur stared at his paws, embarrassed.

"I agree! Besides, a ThunderClan rat could not defeat a Shadow warrior. Especially not my own apprentice," the third tom insisted.

"I'm agreeing with Snaketail on this one," the she-cat decided, and she came up to me and pushed me back with her muzzle. "Who are you?"

I bared my fangs. "Your worst nightmare," I replied, crouching low. "Don't touch me again."

"Russetfur…"

"Quiet, Scorchfang!" Snaketail warned, slapping a tail over Scorchfang's mouth. Wow. What a mousebrain.

Russetfur stood tall as she watched me. I didn't move. I just returned the stare. "We'll see what Sol wants to do with you," Russetfur finally meowed, gesturing to her three warriors. I hid my panic at hearing the name Sol. They had no idea...

Before I could complete the thought, Snaketail and Oakfur moved to guard my flanks, and assuming his position, Scorchfang moved to the back of it all, guarding my tail. I gritted my teeth. They wouldn't capture me so easily. I'd escape. "Why does it matter. Can I not go free?" I growled.

"You could yet be helping the clans, even if you are not part of them," Russetfur hissed, whirling around and leading me and my "body guards" into their home. My fur bristled with anger as I entered. All eyes were on me. The she-cats gasped, some sympathetic but others were hostile. However, most of the group were toms, and they all seemed ready to pounce. Well, one thing was for sure. They knew how to welcome their guests.

I stood tall though, waiting for the ever so familiar cat to approach, the cat who, if I could, I'd claw to bits.

"Who have you brought?" a deep voice sounded from my right. A black cat with the shape of a small lion strode into view, proud and over-confident.

"You know very well who, flea bag," I hissed.

The tom laughed. "Ah, but you are right, of course. I was just hoping you would've changed since we last met," he explained. He came up to me, examining me as if I were meat up for the claim.

I raised a paw with unsheathed claws. "Keep away from me, Sol, or the next thing you know you'll be missing your throat," I threatened.

Sol nodded. "As you wish, L..."

"Don't you dare say it, you maggot," I warned as Russetfur and the other three surrounding me made a notion to stop me from lunging.

Sol flicked his tail before they could do anything. Instantly they stopped, backed up into their original positions, and then stood still. Wow. They were broken under his paws. Weak. And they called me a kittypet. Ha! They dare not even defy Sol. "That won't be necessary," the powerful tom instructed. "What would you like me to call you, two-colored?"

A growl erupted in my throat at the old nickname. "Two-colored?" a tortoishell she-cat called out, bounding up to the group. Sol cast her a glare, but unlike the others, this cat stood her ground. "What makes you say so?" She raked her gaze over me, though it froze at my eyes. "Great StarCl..."

"Don't you say that name," Sol yowled, throwing himself at the she-cat and pinning her. "Blackstar has told you the rules. You know them like any other knows them, she-cat!" I despised the emphasis he put on the word she-cat, knowing very well what he was getting at. I wanted to leap onto him to throw him off the she-cat and yell for her to run, to warn her of the scum's misdeeds, but I knew better at the moment, especially when the she-cat burst out laughing.

"Blackstar has told me the rules, true. But who forced him? Besides, if you're as powerful as you say you are, you shouldn't flinch at a simple word, such as StarClan. I mean, honestly, it's just a word to you isn't it? Besides, flinching is bad for the powerful figures in our clan," the tortie hollered, still laughing as she pushed Sol off of her. She stood, shook out her pelt, and walked over to me, sniffing my head from a distance. "Now, since you are so mighty and filled with knowledge, explain to me, Almighty One, why this she-cat has another cat's eye. And which one is her's? The blue one or the gray one?"

Sol hissed and stood, walking over to the mysterious, amazing she-cat and wrapping a furry tail around her neck. "That is not of your concern. Do not put a paw where you are not wanted," Sol hissed.

For the first time; Scorchfang, Snaketail, Oakfur and Russetfur looked at my eyes. Their own widened and they freaked. "It's a curse," Scorchfang insisted, spitting at where my paws where. I dodged and growled.

"I've got better aim, tom! Want me to prove it?" I challenged, my tail swinging back in forth in anticipation.

"Is that how it's going to be?"

"We'll tear you to shred, mousebrain!"

"Curse!"

"Two-colored!"

"Sol! What do we do!"

"Who brought the half-starved rat to our home?"

"Wait until Blackstar..."

"SILENCE!"

That caught everyone's attention, and they all closed their mouths and turned to see a large white tom with even larger black paws. He looked proud and persistent, definetly mean, and even more so an idiot.

"Blackstar," Russetfur managed to meow, swallowing and running to join him. But he immediately walked over to Sol, leaving Russetfur in the dust. Were they mates or something?

No. Something told me in Russetfur's eyes that this was not the case. She seemed frustrated, and her expression was filled with exasperation. She wasn't distressed. She was angry. They all seemed like that.

Like me.

Apparently, the white tom was Blackstar, which made no sense unless you looked at his paws. But if we had black stars, would they show up in the sky? No. That's why this made no sense. Stupid Clans and their stupid names that were so pathetic and dumb! Stupid, stupid, STUPID!

"Sol?" Blackstar asked, looking at my enemy with admiration and love, which was kind of gross. Knowing they were both toms made it worse.

Sol turned to him. "It seems we have an unusual rogue on our hands. She beat Scorchfang," Sol explained, judging Scorchfang's wounds. I purred as Scorchfang hissed and stalked off in another direction, towards a crack in a stone that smelled strongly of herbs, making my whiskers twist. It was fun embarrassing these cats. "And if you look at her eyes..."

Blackstar didn't let him finish. He lunged at me, claws unsheathed, pinning me. He stared into my eyes with horror. "What abomination is this?" Blackstar cried out, staring at my eyes. My "curse" eyes narrowed, staring at him without blinking, locking onto his own pair of eyes.

"She is a two-colored," Sol said, sounding almost unhappy. It was an act, of course.

"Two-colored?" Blackstar asked, still keeping me pinned to the ground.

"Yeah. You know, my eyes? Only one cat get's eyes like me, and they have to be pretty beautiful and powerful. So hey, guess that means you're not," I spat, biting his left paw to free myself. Blackstar jumped back, fangs flashing. I just shook my head.

"You've got fire, rogue," Blackstar told me. I hid a flinch at the word fire. "I like that in a cat. Maybe... Sol, what do you think of a new Shadow warrior?"

Sol purred. "It's a great idea!" he rejoiced.

I gave a howl in protest. "I will never join you. You are as you call yourself. A shadow. I've heard story, but by all, this is one of the worst things I've ever seen. You're all idiots! You are but a shadow! No one notices you, and you are all pathetic! Besides, I will not team up with that black hearted and furred monster," I hissed, gesturing with my feathery tail to Sol, angry.

"We won't force you, two-colored," Sol assured her with false warmth.

"Perhaps you'll change your mind," Blackstar meowed, "once we keep you as prisoner." I flicked my ears as a black and white tom and a tortie and white she-cat approached me. I fought off the she-cat the moment she pounced, and managed well fighting both of them, but then a dark brown tom caught me as well, and they all pinned me.

I gave a hiss before silencing myself. The three cats escorted me toward the crack in the stone I had seen earlier when Scorchfang went in there. They shoved me in there, and a small tabby tom looked over at me, confusion etched on his face. "Welcome," he meowed, his voice betraying his size. I walked into the den, knowing I couldn't escape now until nightfall. "I apologize for my Clan."

I spat on the ground. "Is that what you call this wretched place?" I inquired quite rudely.

The tom sighed, and I noticed he smelled of herbs, like Jay did. Herbs surrounded me, and in the corner was a sleeping and groaning Scorchfang. I purred at my work.

"Unfortunately," the tom finally said. "I am Littlecloud. You are?"

"Well, those outside are calling me two-colored," I answered dryly. Littlecloud didn't question it when he saw my eyes, though it seemed to worry him.

"Alright. I suppose you are to stay here?"

I wasn't sure myself. "I guess..." my meow started, but drifted off into the distance. "I need to get out of here," I said in a quieter voice.

Littlecloud gazed at my eyes and nodded. "I agree. Your eyes suggest your destiny lies beyond this dark place," he decided.

"What happened here?"

Littlecloud sighed. "Long story short, Sol came here before I could restore Blackstar's faith in StarClan," Littlecloud explained. "Though as a rogue, I expect that makes no sense."

My eyes narrowed as hostility welled in my being. "No, but the word Sol does," I told him darkly. Littlecloud eyed me warily, but spoke no more of it, offering me a piece of lizard as a meal. I grimaced, but ate it. Stupid paws. I'd have to kill them later for sending me here.

Jaypaw's POV

Whitewing had given birth to her kits thanks to Millie and Daisy, and with me telling her when the kits were coming and when to push. The four little newborns were just starting to suckle, I could tell by the sounds they were making as the new mother cooed to them. I sighed, not exhausted physically, but emotionally yes. The stress was a little much since I had barely remembered what to do when a she-cat was kitting, having only been there one time.

That's when I heard the frantic pad of paws. "Jaypaw!" I cringed and the name, but recognized the voice.

"Leafpool!" I whirled to face her and she gasped at the healthy kits by Whitewing. "I sent Rosepaw after you, but I guess you were far away. Whitewing was giving birth so..."

"Jaypaw... Brilliant job, Jaypaw. StarClan have blessed you," Leafpool insisted, honestly surprised. A swell of pride was growing inside me. "Speaking of which, you should receive your name soon. You are far over due."

The feeling inside me made me feel... What was the word I was looking for here? I wasn't sure. I'd think of it later.

"Thank you Leafpool, but Daisy and Millie helped me," I told her, trying to look good. Really, it was just Millie, but I was not ready to hear Daisy complain.

Millie purred. "Nonsese, Jaypaw. Now, Whitewing, what are they going to be named?"

Whitewing was probably pointing to different ones with her tail, so once she was done I'd have to try and look into her mind and see if I could catch glimpses of them. I was working on memorizing their scent at the moment.

"This one is Streamkit, this one is Cavekit, and I'll call this one on the end Meadowkit," Whitewing began. Wait, there were four kits...

It seemed Whitewing was deep in thought. "And the last one... Lostkit." That made me stiffen up. Lost... Like the Evia kind of Lost? I swallowed hard. No. It had to be a coincidence.

Probing Whitewing's mind, I looked for images of the kits.

Streamkit was a blue color, with silver tips on her ears and bright blue eyes.

Cavekit was pure black with brown eyes.

Meadowkit was white with black markings on her muzzle, tail, and a few areas on her back, and she too had brown eyes.

However, Lostkit's image was burned into my brain. She was a dark blue-gray tabby she-cat, with blue eyes, though one seemed to be changing color.

And yes, kits don't open their eyes for weeks, but something told me their eyecolor, and I was aware of the strange feeling flowing through Whitewing, telling her their weird ways. It was obvious where Streamkit had gotten her name, her future eye color mostly, though her fur was part of it. Cavekit was black, and Meadowkit's eye color also played a part. Though Lostkit... At the very mention of her name, I sensed a prickle of unease travel through Whitewing. I couldn't blame her. The same awkwardness travelled through me, as well.

I suppressed a shudder, ridding myself of the image. This was beyond StarClan's doing. Far beyond.

Still, I covered up my unease, knowing Leafpool would tell me to return to the den. "Jaypaw, let's go," Leafpool purred, and I sensed pride. Finally, what I deserved. Nodding, I followed her scent into the den, and was bombarded with rich scents of herbs. I sighed, proud of myself. I'd get my name, and even though it wouldn't be a warrior name, it was a name, and I wouldn't push my luck just yet.

I finally recognized the feeling. It was like no one could take me on. No one could challenge me. It was as if I had already received my name.

But what did you call this feeling?

There you go! The thirteenth chapter! I hope you're happy. I held off a paper to finish this up, and hopefully I'll finish that paper. I probably will, I'm just that amazing. (whatever you say, Ezzy) Thanks for reading! I love you guys! Please review!

New Charries:

1. Streamkit

2. Cavekit

3. Meadowkit

4. Lostkit

Ezzy