Hey its Wolf Master here look I removed the update and I want you guys to cheek out chapter 10 this is chapter 11. So anyway, schools almost started and I got a laptop now. So HORAY ME! Anyway on with the story and those of you with accounts please vote on the pole.

Chapter 11: Control, Jay's Wing's ferocity

Jayfeather woke from a sleepless night exhausted from fighting as Jay's Wing in his sleep. He got up, Woe! Jayfeather thought as he stumbled forward.

"Mmmrrrr, stupid dreams. How was I supposed to deal with that?" Jayfeather meowed.

He padded out of his den. He walked into the sunlight, warming his fur. Better go see Sagemind. He thought. He padded to his den, hoping yesterdays incident doesn't happed again. He approached the entrance of the den.

"Come on in Jayfeather," Sagemind called. Jayfeather entered the den.

"So," Jayfeather started. "How are you going to train me?"

"The dreams, they will synchronize Jay's Wings skills with you and you will be in control of the abilities. Also, with any luck, you'll be able to call Jay's Wing out for move only he can do." Sagemind explained.

"How does that help? Those dreams are absolute horror! I will not go there every day!" Jayfeather argued.

"Then you are a threat to your clan, yourself, and to Half Moon." Sagemind meowed back. Jayfeather was quiet, Sagemind knew he won. Jayfeather quietly pondered his options, he could resist and possibly hurt everyone, still have the dreams; or he could use this to help his clan. The decision was obvious.

"Ok, I'll do it!" Jayfeather meowed determinedly. "But, do I still get to see Half Moon?"

"Yes you will still get to see her," Sagemind snickered. "And by the way, I want 3 grand kits." Jayfeather blushed at his words. Reestablishing his composer and looked at Sagemind.

"So how am I going to train in my dreams? I mean, how am I going to go to sleep." Jayfeather asked. Sagemind looked at him, his eyes glowed, and then so did Jayfeather. Jayfeather felt something pushing into him. Suddenly he felt something take over and push forward. Sagemind winced as he felt Jay's Wings conscience push him out. He pushed back trying to break in. Then he heard a loud roar and his mind was thrown out. He threw his face back in pain to get the sound out of his head. Jayfeather shook his head.

"Uhh, that was weird, Sagemind, what was that?" Jayfeather asked.

"That was Jay's Wing, his subconscious fought against me," Sagemind meowed.

"What?" Jayfeather meowed surprised. "But I didn't even try to resist!"

"That doesn't matter, I tried to put you to sleep and influence Jay's Wing. His conscience was awakened and rejected my presence. We'll have to try something else," Sagemind looked at Jayfeather for a moment. "I have an idea, you need to try to bring him out. With no opponents around it's basically putting you to sleep."

"But how am I suppose to summon Jay's Wing?" Jayfeather meowed.

"Think of battle, recall the dreams, or get angry. All of which are ways to bring him out. Sleep will happen because you will be too exhausted from calling him." Sagemind meowed.

"Ok, I'll try it," Jayfeather meowed. He narrowed his eyes as he recalled the dreams he had, he felt a jump in his chest. He thought of the Great Battle, the sounds of claws clashing, yowls of pain and triumph. Another jump. Then he thought of how he felt when his brother insulted Half Moon. He gritted his teeth as he got angry. He thought of the Dark Forest, even angrier, then the thought of Breezepelt and Tigerstar. He got furious.

"Rrrrooooaaaarrrrrr!" Jayfeather roared as he felt the thing in his chest soar. His teeth and claws grew. He felt like ripping everything to screeds.

"Rrrrrraaaaa! Jay's Wing screeched.

Then Jayfeather fell, he tried to fight sleep, but to no eval. He closed his eyes as visions of bloody slaughter filled his mind.

Jayfeather's dream

He was in the heat of battle. Jay's Wing was clawing away at least 30 rouges. He flipped, taking two cats over and cutting their throats, blood poured from the cuts. He pounced at a tribemate, claws sheathed, bounced off him and spun with claws ripping. He slashed their maws. Blood ran down their faces. He leaped at a group and threw his claws up and down, slitting throats and removing the obstacle.

He did another twirl followed by a forward flip onto a rouge's back. Then implanting his claws into his back, earning a yowl. Then flipped again, hurling the rouge into another group, freeing a tribemate.

Then ducked and slid under another cat throwing him into the air with his legs, his hind claws cutting straight into the rouge's neck. Rolling back over, he threw himself at another rolling in the air. Then everything slowed as the blood gushed around him. He started to watch the slowed movement as everything grew dark. The dream ending.