Ok so I haven't been updating because I wanted to take a break for Christmas. On the 26th I got a computer Virus and lost everything. Now that wouldn't be a problem except at the time I was working on a one shot and I was in the middle of writing this chapter. After that I completely gave up on the one-shot because I couldn't save it. Fortunately, I managed to save this chapter and got a hold of a friends computer long enough to post this. So as I'm waiting to get my comp fixed there probably won't be another update for a while.

Chapter 5: The One

Hawkpaw quietly trotted behind the remaining survivors of the massacre that happened only just a little while ago. Hawkpaw looked at the line of trees that was ThunderClan territory. Are they worried that we are so late? he sighed. If only they knew.

The leaders were discussing something. Hawkpaw stepped closer to hear what they were saying.

"So does Shadowclan and Riverclan have your permission to go threw Thunderclan and Windclan territories so that we can get home?" Wavestar was saying.

"Fine by me." meowed Greenstar.

"Same." agreed Eaglestar.

Eaglestar looked distracted. He was gazing out at the horseplace with a look of puzzlement. Hawkpaw followed his gaze to the rogue cats stationed outside of the horseplace. No, they weren't just sitting there. They were coming right towards us. Hawkpaw noticed that they didn't seem to be running instead they were walking, leisurely; toward the clan cats. Eaglestar yowled and pointed with his tail to the cats who had called themselves Deathclan.

The rogues stopped a couple fox-lengths in front of the clan cats. Then Doom stepped out from behind some of the cats. He had a smile on his face as if he were enjoying the cats suffering. He paused to lick his front paw and then he started to groom his fur. He's toying with us and why shouldn't he? He had all the time in the world to kill us.

"Are we going to watch you groom yourself all day or are you here for a reason?!"

It was Sharpclaw who spoke up his fur fluffed out in fury. Doom merely glanced at him.

"You know why I'm here; I told you when I first walked into your little meeting."

"Refresh my memory." Sharpclaw growled.

"Very well." Doom meowed. "I am looking for the One."

The clan cats gave each other confused glances.

"Come now you must know what I'm talking about." Doom raked his eyes across the cats.

"Allow me to give a demonstration."

Then Doom looked all the clan cats in the eye than he rested his gaze on a Riverclan cat named Applefur.

Applefur steeped forward mesmerized by Doom's gaze. Above them the clouds were swirling above them. They weren't as thick as before so now they could see better than before. All of a sudden there was a flash and then he felt a familiar charge quickly pass through his body and then the ground exploded beneath Hawkpaw and he was up in the air. He landed heavily on his left flank. The first thing he notices was he was blown back a good few fox-lengths away from the scene. He noticed he wasn't the only one who had been blown back. Hawkpaw looked at Doom. He hadn't moved an inch, even though many of his clanmates had. Applefur…where Applefur had been standing only moments ago was just a pile of ash that was slowly starting to blow away in the wind.

Why aren't we running or fleeing or fighting back!?!? Hawkpaw thought. Because we would lose. A voice answered.

"So," Doom meowed smugly. "Are we ready to cooperate?"

No one answered. No one even looked at Doom. The cats around Hawkpaw looked defeated and lost as if they were looking back on their lives to try and think of a change they could of made so that they were never chosen to go to the gathering.

"Do we need another example?" Doom hissed. "My patience grows thin."

"Wait!" cried Eaglestar.

Everyone looked at him. In fact Doom looked a little surprised that someone had answered him.

"Yes, go on." Doom urged.

"It's Hawkpaw." Eaglestar gasped.

There was a shocked silence and everyone who knew him turned and stared at him. Lightpaw and Darkpaw had their mouths open not even saying anything just staring. Beechpaw looked at him with wide eyes slightly shaking his head. Yellowfur kept opening his mouth as if he was going to say something but then thought better of it. Eaglestar wasn't even looking at him he was blinking at Doom with this crazed look in his eyes. Doom followed the clan cats' gaze to Hawkpaw. He smiled as if sharing a private joke with himself.

"Are you sure? He's barely older than a kit." Doom meowed with indignation.

"Positive. Rockfur told me himself."

The eyes on Hawkpaw turned to Rockfur who looked like he wasn't even paying attention. His eyes were turned skyward whispering lightly under his breath. Rabbitpaw stared at him a frightened expression on his face.

Doom turned his gaze once more to Hawkpaw. Hawkpaw's voice seemed to have broken during the killing spree during the gathering. He found himself unable to say anything. Doom smiled that same strange smile.

"There is a way to tell for sure." He meowed so softly it was hard to tell if he wanted the cats around him to hear him or not.

Then he stared into Hawkpaw's eyes with fierce intensity. Hawkpaw wasn't sure what he was trying to do and if he was trying to intimidate him it wasn't working. To his surprise Doom smiled once more.

"He is the one."

Before Hawkpaw could even think properly Doom was on him snapping at his neck. Hawkpaw kicked him off and got back on his feet. Doom got up just as quickly and charged Hawkpaw again. But he was ready this time and neatly dodged Doom and even managed to claw at Doom's fur. Where did I learn that? Hawkpaw thought. I haven't had any battle training.

Doom was walking swiftly toward Hawkpaw again. When he got close enough Hawkpaw took a wild slash at his face. He missed but hit him with the back of his hand on the backlash. Doom yowled and slashed at Hawkpaw's front legs and managed to take a clump of fur from Hawkpaw's body. Hawkpaw hissed and backed away.

Doom stared at Hawkpaw and in turn Hawkpaw held the gaze.

"Hawkpaw the sky!" Someone yelled. Hawkpaw didn't recognize the voice.

He obeyed and in the sky the clouds were still there and then there was the familiar flash and the electrical current passed through Hawkpaw's body. Then he lost consciousness. He woke up in a familiar place. It was the gathering clearing except there wasn't any blood or dead cats on the floor. In front of him was a she-cat. She was looking at Hawkpaw with intense love. He didn't know who she was, but she smelled familiar.

"Hello Hawkpaw." She meowed.

"Hi," he whispered back. "Where am I?" He said a little louder.

"The gathering clearing." She replied.

Hawkpaw twitched his ears. "That's not what I meant."

"I think you know where you are." The she-cat meowed.

"Am I dead?" asked Hawkpaw.

The she-cat shook her head. "No, you are not dead, far from it actually.

"What happened?" Hawkpaw asked.

"You were struck by lightning." She replied.

"You say I'm alive." Hawkpaw questioned with a hint of sarcasm.

"Would you like to go back?" She asked.

"Not if I'm really dead." He replied with a sniff.

"I already told you. You're not dead." She said again.

"Then what am I doing here?" He said with a slight yowl. "Cats could be dieing down there and I want to help."

"You don't have any battle training." She pointed out.

"But I still fight well." He shrugged. "I guess it just comes naturally."

"Do you know why it does?" She asked. Hawkpaw shook his head.

"It is because in your blood there is a long line of strong warrior blood, which makes you destined to be great."

Hawkpaw stared at the she-cat. "Who are you?"

"My name is Treefur. I am your mother." She said with her eyes full of tears.

Realization dawned on Hawkpaw and he stepped closer. Sure enough he could feel it the strong emotion that was radiating off his mother. Hawkpaw closed his eyes.

"Do I have to go back?" He asked.

"Yes." was all Treefur replied.

"Ok." He said; opening his eyes. "I'm ready to go back."

Treefur nodded, her eyes still had tears. The next thing Hawkpaw knew he was lying on his side first he could smell again, then touch, then taste (there was blood in his mouth.) and the finally he opened his eyes.