*Darkstripe's P.O.V.*

I couldn't figure out why Stormfoot had been here. It must be important if he was here. Did Starclan show him the enemy like they did with Jayfeather? I wondered.

I walked around for a while. After so many moons walking this forest, it seemed boring. But there was almost never a dull moment here. There was always a fight going on somewhere.

I heard the sound of whispering. I peeked through a bush and saw Thistleclaw with Shadefur. "Can we still trust that wimp Darkstripe?" Shadefur asked.

I couldn't believe my ears; Shadefur thought he couldn't trust me. Did Thistleclaw agree?

"Who cares, he's the weakest of us all. He could betray us and it still wouldn't matter." Thistleclaw told Shadefur.

I wanted to kill them, again. Here I was, in a bush, hearing I was weak. Does everyone talk about how weak I am behind my back? I wondered.

Thistleclaw and Shadefur continued talking, but I couldn't listen anymore. I padded away, only to be attacked by Breezepelt.

He pinned me down to the soggy, cold ground. "Eavesdropping again are you. Well, looks like I'll have to kill you." Breezepelt told me.

I shoved him off easily, he was quite thin, and didn't weigh much.

I bared my teeth, ready to defend myself. That's when Thistleclaw and Shadefur came out from behind the bush.

"What's going on here?! Why are you two fighting?" Shadefur asked, outraged.

"This idiot was eavesdropping on you two, again." Breezepelt told them. Right then, I wished I could melt away to nothingness, or die painlessly.

Shadefur and Thistleclaw's claws slid out.

"So you think I'm weak do you. Why didn't you just kill me a long time ago!?" I asked.

"Because you were valuable as a training dummy. Now however, not so much. So we will kill you now, painfully." Thistleclaw said.

They lunged at me, Breezepelt included. There was no way I could win against all 3 of them. I didn't even fight back; Shadefur slit my throat with a long, sharp claw. They bit and scratched me everywhere, then left me to die, slowly and painfully.

I managed to get my forelegs up. Then I dragged myself off into the distance.

Eventually I found myself on the border to Starclan. What's going on? Cats in the Dark Forest can never find the border to Starclan.

That's when it hit me, I really have turned. Starclan thank you. Thank you for allowing me to join your ranks and leave this horrible place.

I stepped over the border and was met by Cinderpelt.

"You have proved worthy of joining the ranks of Starclan. I may have not ever trusted you, but I trust you now, as do the majority of Starclan's warriors. We can't explain why, but you may join us, if that is your choice." Cinderpelt told me.

"Thank you! I will never forget this moment; I never want to go back to that horrible place. Please let me join!" I begged, tears of blood forming in my eyes.

"You will be well taken care of; I'll fix up your wounds right away." Cinderpelt told me.

Cinderpelt started taking care of my wounds. In a matter of minutes, most of my wounds were healed and my ripped throat had stopped bleeding.

"It'll be a few days before you should hunt, but the other warriors will take care of you. Starclan warriors are very generous, you won't have to walk on your own lie you did in the Dark Forest." She told me.

I leaned on Cinderpelt's shoulder while she led me to a den in the forest. The place seemed like the Thunderclan camp back in the old forest, and this was the medicine den.

Cinderpelt left me with some other medicine cats. This included Goosefeather, Featherwhisker, and Yellowfang.

Yellowfang hissed softly about how I shouldn't be in Starclan. But at this point, I didn't care, I was just glad to be in Starclan after so many dark moons in the Dark Forest.

I may have fought on the Dark Forest's side in the Great Battle, but now things have changed, including my personality, and my entire point of view on things.

I relaxed and fell asleep in a soft moss nest, while the past medicine cats tried healing my wounds.