Hi everyone! I just eant you all to know that I've taken ALL of your ideas/reviews into consideration. Yes, giving Scarstorm the apprentice name Scarpaw was a bit cruel, okay, a lot cruel. I want to change that, yes, but I guess I'm too far into the story by now, and I would have to go back and change it every single timeit sadi Scarpaw. So yes, I'm not going to change it.

And, some people think that having spots under her eyes is unrealistic, this whole story is unrealisitc. Just saying. I mean, I could point out at least one thing in every chapter that is WAY unrealistic. But, I do like how you guys are giving me constuctive critisism, I'll use it to make my stories more interesting! I'm trying to put in more of Scarstorm/Katrina's twoleg memories in, I just can never get the opportunity to.

P.S. samredlamb7, Flashkit DOES live on, but he comes in later :P

R&R, enjoy!

Scarstorm stepped on the smooth rock beside the oak tree in the middle of camp. She surveyed the caves. "Alright everyone, follow me." she mewed.

She stepped towards the caves, heading to the first one on the right. She climbed up the rocks and peered inside.

The cave was huge, about four fox-lengths wide and three fox-lengths across! "The warriors' den." she spoke. The cats around her mewed their agreements. "Alright, Daisypetal and Brackentail, I think you know enough about clan life to be exploring on your own."

The tom and she-cat scampered down a slop and looked into a cave on the grouned, half of it was like a hole, and the other half was above the ground; like a cave. Scarstorm heard Daisypetal mew, "The nursery."

She walked up to the highest cave. It had something like the highrock, jutting out of the den; a little ledge. at the far edge of the ledge was like a small stup rock, and one smaller one beside that. She sighed and peered in. It had the space to fit about three cats and two moss nests. "The leaders den." she mewed, and couldn't help but think who that would be. StarClan would send her a sign, wouldn't they? They seem to be taking their sweet time, Scarstorm thought.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she bounded to the next den to the left. It was almost as big as the warriors' den, but had a mouse-length of a lower ceiling, and was a bit smaller in width. "The apprentices den." she breathed.

Scarstorm poked her head outside and heard Brackentail and Daisypetal in the cave below her, murmuring, "Look at the dips and cracksin the wall! You could fit herbs in there. I think this one should be the medicine den."

Scarstorm bounded den, heading to the last cave. It was the same size as the apprentice's den, but it had a much, much higher ceiling. "The elders' den." she decided. Scarstorm peered at a smoother rock in between the medicine den and the elders' den, the sunlight reflecting off of it, causing it to shimmer like morning dewdrops. It was like a little sunningrock, haha.

"Great! Now that the dens are figured out," she mewed. "we have the apprentices gather moss. It'll be hard to gather it for them to get moss for all these caves, so we'll all get it. I saw a stream running through the forest on that side of camp, we could gather moss form there," she said, flicking her tail towards the West side.

"Yay! Let's go!" squeaked Owlkit. Scarstorm looked thoughtful. "No, you two I'm awfully sorry, but you're still too young. You'll be old enough to go in..." she counted in her head, shrugging her shoulders. "About four moons."

The kits groaned. Daisypetal padded up to them and ushered them away from the group. "Don't worry, I'm here. You won't have to face a badger by yourself!" she mewed. The kits' eyes widened, and Autumnkit mewed, "We could face a badger! We'd tear it's whiskers off!" she meowed triumphantly. Scarstorm chuckled, leading the group to the stream. It wasn't that far, you could hear the soft churning of water from the camp if you pricked your ears and listened closely.

The sound got louder until the forest opened up to a large clearing with a stream in front of them. Sure enough, reeds were growing on the side of a small pool near the stream, and a few damp logs were piled on top of eachother, moss hanging on the sides. The group started to use their claws to gather the moss, and by sunhigh they had enough for all of them. It was a burden to take home, but the trip wasn't that far. When they got to camp, Scarstorm told everyone to get enough moss for their own nest, bring it to their den, and make a nest.

Scarstorm tensed, looking back at the other cats. She had to get their claws reinforced, what if the mountain cats got them? The clan wouldn't be ready! She saw her aunt in the blacksmith's place, a red-pelted monster sitting in the front. She veered aorund it. Her aunt was hammering something on an anvil, then she stopped andwiped sweat off of her forehead. Scarstorm sighed. Her aunt looked terrible. First her husband, then her niece? Both dead.

She leaped for the door, swiping at the windchimes. As they rang, her Aunt May looked up, confused. She opened the door to find four cats, holding their paws out. She sighed.

Scarstorm walked around camp. The feeling of steel on her claws was jsut... wierd. It weighed her paws down a bit, so it altered her walking. It was just not normal.

Brackentail, Whitepaw and Nettlepaw also looked uncertain. What if-

Her thoughts were inturrupted by a wail, and a slender, silver she-cat pelted into camp, panting. "You must- you must help Star! She- she's got her paw run over by a- by a monster! She needs a healer!"

Scarstorm looked baffled. Did cats just think they could barge into the camp and ask for help? Well, it might give FeatherClan some more useful warriors...

She rain after the silver cat, hollering behind her, "Stay here!"

Scarstorm looked down at the white she-cat named Star. Blood was running down her leg, and her eyes were closed. Each short, rasping breath she let out was an effort. "I need cobwebs, poppy seeds, and goldenrod!"

Before long, the silver she-cat had come back with the herbs. scarstorm quickly but gently pushed cobwebs onto her wounds. "Feed her poppy seeds." she ordered the silver cat. Scarstorm quickly chewed the goldenrod into a poultuce, then applied it onto Star's wounds.

Soon enough, Star was breathing normally again. Scarstorm let out a sigh of relief. "She must rest," she mewed, turning to the silver cat.

"Thank you. My name is Rain." she said. "This is my sister, Star. We live up there," Rain said, pointing her nose to the willow tree that grew beside her Aunt's house. In the willow tree was Scarstorm's favourits treehouse as a twoleg. Now it looked as if it hadn't been used for a couple years.

Scarstorm sighed, looking through memories. Then she froze. No... no, could it be them? Were these the two cats in the prophecy? Scarstorm took a step back, thinking of the prophecy that her old mentor, Mapleleaf, gave her in his dying moments.

"When rain falls, do not be afraid. A single star will lead the way."