Hi guys! I like reading about your opinions, it really helps out on the deciding of what character is bad and what character is good in your perspective :)

So, I started thinking, and, I wanted to change the P.O.V of the cats I normally use to different characters. Tell me what you think! I want to know if I should continue doing this :]

Oakstar's P.O.V

Oakstar gazed around Camp. He hated the fact that he had to neighbor former rouges. They even had said they believed in CloudClan! What a lie. He grimaced and stood, leaping onto HotCoal, calling together his Clan. "All cats old enough to learn the fire in their souls, gather under HotCoal for a Clan meeting."

As the Clan gathered, Oakstar watched with a cold glare. He raised his broad head and bushed out his ragged brown shaded fur. Once the whole of the Clan was seen, Oakstar shifted his body to the front of HotCoal, the black boulder ended at a point where Oakstar had always stuck one paw on the cliff edge. He puffed out his chest before beginning, the sounds of the forest immediately quieting down as if the animals listened as well. "Cats of the Clan." He began. "I have decided on what will happen from now on. Every mentor will only train their Apprentice in battle training. Warriors, you will take turns in practicing battle moves yourself, two patrols of cats will hunt. One in the morning, and one before we all sleep. Understand?" He yowled.

The Clan cheered loudly.

"UNDERSTAND?" He repeated.

The Clan cheered louder, their voices echoing across the pine trees.

"Very well." Oakstar lashed his tail. "This meeting is over. Leave, all of you. Except for Rowanheart, Icemask, and Badgerfang." He finished and leaped off HotCoal, entering his den. "Follow me, you three." He told the Deputy and two Warriors, Badgerfang and Rowanheart being the Warriors, Oakstar's most trusted Warriors. They entered the den together, Oakstar sat in front of the three, his tail whisking across the ground. He grinned delightfully. "I have a plan. A plan to do something joyful, in my opinion." Memories raced through his head,

Oak curled up in a ball, mewling to himself. He was a kit. A kit abandoned from his parents because he was ugly. They had called him Ugly, and sent him out to die. An older cat cared for him, renaming him Oak, because she had found him under an oak tree.

"Oak? Are you there? I brought you some food!" Wing, Oak's adopted mother, bounded over to him. "Here's the mice I caught!" She chirped, leaning down to hand him to limp mice that hung in her jaws. She was a beautiful ginger tabby she-cat with white paws, and was only twelve moons when she adopted Oak. Hence her bubbly spirit. Oak leaned over to eat the mouse, when rouges leaped out at Wing and crashed her over. She dropped to the ground. Four cats attacked her. Wing's shrieks rang in Oak's ears for days, the images of blood spattering the ground, the trees and in fact, himself being sprinkled with blood droplets when she was attacked. Her screeches of pain died down till the cats backed away, her body lay on the ground, her paws twitching as if she still had life inside of her. Her stomach and throat was slit open and her eyes stayed dull and lifeless, staring into space. While her jaw was left open from her constant yowling. He curled up next to her, the warmth of her body still floating off of the she-cat. Whispers sounded in his ear. "I'm sorry I left you. Goodbye, Oak. I hope you live happily, I hope you survive." Oak stayed put beside his adopted mothers body. Clan cats had heard the yowls and came over, taking Oak home and leaving Wing's dead body on the ground.

Ever since that day Oak vowed revenge on all rouges and loners that were near him, though ignoring the fact he was one himself.

"Oakstar? Oakstar? Are you okay?" Badgerfang's voice brought him back to the present. Oakstar sighed. "Yes, I'm fine. As I was saying, my plan is..."

Gorsepaw's P.O.V

Gorsepaw circled in his nest, closing his eyes to sleep. The wind blew his whiskers and challenged them down, but they stayed afloat, twitching mildly. Soon the soft lull of the forest swept him into a soothing sleep.

Gorsepaw blinked open his eyes, finding himself in a land of clouds, trees and grass. I can see? What's going on? Though there were no boundaries, nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" He called out. "I thought I was sleeping..."

"Hello, Gorsepaw." A white tom purred as he stepped over, his shoulders broad while his body was muscular and strong.

"Who are you?" Gorsepaw asked, backing away slowly from the tom.

"I'm Turtlewing. Of CloudClan. Heard of it before?" The tom meowed, "I brought you here. You need to know of something."

"Of course I know of CloudClan." Gorsepaw snapped. "What do I need to know of, can you tell me already." He huffed. "And how can I see up here? I thought I was blind!"

"You are blind, kit-"

"I'm not a kit." Gorsepaw retorted.

"Anyways." Turtlewing huffed. "You can see in dreams, and when you are with CloudClan. Many blind cats have had the privilege of this. Is it needed for a Warrior? No."

"What are you saying?" Gorsepaw growled, his tail lashing.

"You have to be a Medicine cat. It is your destiny!" Turtlewing concluded.

"No! I wan't to be a Warrior." Gorsepaw protested. "I was meant to be one!" He hissed.

"You have to see the truth!" Turtlewing argued. "Look around you, would you?"

"I can't see anything." Gorsepaw snarled. "Now would you leave me alone!" He hissed, turning around to his tail, yanking it to force himself awake.

"Gorsepaw! No! Please! Listen to me! I was a Medicine Cat before you were!" The tom yowled after the Apprentice.

Gorsepaw forced himself awake, his eyes opening once more to find himself in the Apprentice den, being woken up by Finchpaw. "You were fidgeting, are you okay?" She asked him. Gorsepaw nodded. "I'm fine." He told her. "Willowfeather is calling you." Finchpaw told her litter mate. Gorsepaw nodded and headed out the den to his mentor.

Willowfeather stood outside the Apprentice den, her tail flicking in the air. "Time for the Elders den to be cleaned. Go, go, go!" She told him. Gorsepaw frowned, why is my training different from my litter mates. Why does my life have to suck even more than it already does...

Shadowstar's Kits P.O.V (From inside her belly!)

"Hey! Would you stop kicking my head!" Creekkit frowned.

"I'm sorry I'm trying not too!" Cloudkit huffed.

"Does anyone else feel dizzy from all this turning?" Blackkit asked.

"Whee!" Mintkit squealed.