So...here is chapter two! I am pretty excited for this one. My old favorite character was Dappleleaf, but to be honest it's now Rainstorm because I definitely love writing her chapters the most. She is a completely selfless character, in my opinion. ANYWAY, I am glad that most of you all liked this new story, though I know some people were confused. I was a bit worried about that, since I never really know how to start stories.

Fact: In the time gap between the original and this sequel, Rainstorm and Sparrow have become "official" mates.

Storm clouds rolled in, fluffy, tall, and a deep shade of grey. Rainstorm fluffed up her fur, preparing herself for the obvious rain. She ducked into the warrior's den and found her place beside Sparrow, shivering. "I was hoping the storm would go around the territories. It doesn't look like that will happen."

Sparrow gave her ear an affectionate lick. "Oh well. As long as Nettlepelt doesn't send either of us on patrol then we're okay." He rolled on to his side, flinging feathers into the air.

Rainstorm batted at the floating pieces of fluff for a moment, letting out a mrrw of laughter. "Or Foxstep. I know you don't like him, but I just think that you need to give him a chance."

Sparrow rolled his eyes, sighing. "We've been over why I don't like him. I know how he feels about you, and I know that you don't return the feelings, but it still makes me dislike him." The brown tabby shrugged as though the matter was no big deal.

"Sparrow," Rainstorm complained, flopping down beside him and snuggling up against him. "I understand that you can read cats perfectly, and it's amazing, but I seriously think you have this one wrong. I'm Creamstep's sister, for StarClan's sake. He's my best friend. Please try to make an effort?"

Sparrow let out a sigh, shaking his head. "It all makes sense. Your eyes, Rain. Your eyes are the same as Creamstep's. They're both blue. I can see why he admires your eyes."

Rainstorm glanced at him. She rested her head underneath his chin and stayed quiet, pondering if what Sparrow said had any truth to it. Foxstep and I are pretty close, but we're best friends. Besides, he loved Creamstep far too much to let her go that easily. Sure, it's been moons, but I don't see him with anyone else.

As she was thinking, Foxstep padded into the den. He paused to shake off droplets of water from his ginger pelt. "Rainstorm," he greeted warmly, dipping his head. "I was wondering if you made it out of the storm's path safely."

Rainstorm hesitated, feeling Sparrow's gaze burning into her back. She was afraid to look at him and meet his I-told-you-so expression. "That's really nice, thanks." She moved closer to Sparrow, curious to see Foxstep's reaction. She decided that if he didn't react, he just cared about her as a friend. However, if he did, then it was a clear sign of actual feelings that she could stop.

Foxstep glanced away, making Rainstorm's stomach drop. I need to make it clear. Have I been making him think I care about him like that?

As a young cat, Rainstorm would have loved nothing more than to have toms fight for her affections. Now that she had the dream, she needed to crush it. She had a cat that she loved, another one could ruin that.

"Hey, Sparrow, can you give us a moment to talk?" Rainstorm asked her mate, giving him a reassuring lick on his forehead. Sparrow gave a small nod, getting to his paws and hesitating at the entrance of the den. He turned to look at her over his shoulder before speaking.

"I'll just take a walk, or see if I'm needed on a patrol," Sparrow meowed lightly. He exited out of the den, his brown tabby tail disappearing through the bramble tunnel.

Rainstorm sighed, shutting her eyes. She faced the expectant orange tabby, blinking her eyes open. Just spit it out, Rainstorm! Get it over with. She shut her thoughts out to focus. "Foxstep, we need to talk. I...well it's just that we have been getting closer over the past couple moons, and I-"

"It's okay," Foxstep said, nodding. "You don't need to say it." Rainstorm relaxed, her fears diminishing. She opened her mouth to clarify that they were still friends, but Foxstep beat her to it. "I have feelings for you too. And I know it's wrong. Creamstep was the love of my life, but she told me that I would love again, and now I have opened my heart to you. And then there's Sparrow. I know telling him is going to be hard and all, but-"

"Wait!" Rainstorm interrupted, her heart sinking. She glanced down at her paws, the tension returning. Frantic thoughts clouded her brain as she tried to find the words she wanted to say. "Slow down. I think we need to make some things clear, here, okay? Foxstep, I don't-"

"Help! Help!"

The shrieks cut Rainstorm off mid sentence. Without a second thought, she burst into the camp clearing, gasping at the sight of a bloodied cat. Rainstorm rushed over, leaning against her to support her. "What happened?" Rainstorm demanded, fighting her shock. She turned to face the cat, her heart sinking. "Hawkfeather," she whispered her former mentor's name.

Rockheart, the cat that had called for help, shook his head, uncertain. "I don't know. She just walked into camp like this. Where's Rushwater? She needs the medicine cat. Quick!"

Rainstorm spotted the medicine cat bolting out of his den, herbs clamped tightly in his jaws. "Lay her down," Rushwater ordered as soon as he spit the plants out. "Gently. Try not to move her much."

Rainstorm obeyed without question. She slowly lowered the whimpering warrior to the ground. "What else can we do?" Rainstorm asked, worried. She met Hawkfeather's gaze. The injured cat's eyes were full of pain, and a dull appearance seemed to be growing in them. "She's dying!"

"Step back!" Rushwater snapped, wrapping Hawkfeather's open wounds with cobweb. "Let me handle this. She is hurt very badly." He stepped back, pushing a few green leaves toward Rainstorm and Rockheart. "Chew those up and press it against the cobweb."

Rainstorm nodded, dropping into a crouching position. She bit down on the nasty flavored herbs. After they were in a poultice, she pressed them over the cobweb, wincing as Hawkfeather let out a moan of agony. Rockheart followed her actions, giving her a concerned look. He seemed equally worried, and it took Rainstorm a moment to remember that Hawkfeather was Rockheart's sister.

"What did this to you?" Rainstorm asked, inching closer to Hawkfeather. She remembered that SunClan had scented a fox, but she wasn't aware of it in clan territory. "Foxes? A badger?"

Hawkfeather struggled for an answer. "A...a...c...c-cat." Her voice was strained and hoarse, but Rainstorm understood the two words perfectly. She jerked back, surprised.

"A cat? From SunClan? Were they from DuskClan? What was their name? Why did they attack you?" Rainstorm inquired, digging her claws into the dirt.

"Enough. She doesn't have the energy to waste on your questions," Rushwater barked, lashing his tail. "She will be able to answer everything once she is healed. But she will remain forever silent if she dies!"

Rainstorm recoiled from his harsh tone. She gave one pleading look at Hawkfeather to answer, a dreadful and knowing feeling that Hawkfeather wouldn't make it either way. She needs to speak up now, or we will never know! Who would do such a thing anyway. I'm placing my bet on DuskClan.

Hawkfeather met her gaze and gave a slight, apologetic nod. "I...I...I w-w...w-was a-att-tacked b-by..." She fell silent for a moment, her eyes shutting, making Rainstorm feel a sense of panic. Hawkfeather blinked her eyes open again. "I-I'm s-so so-orry R-Rains-storm. I-It-t was...was Sparrow."

Rainstorm flinched at the name. "No. No, Hawkfeather, I said who attacked you. You have it...you have it wrong!" She leaned closer, begging StarClan that Hawkfeather would say something else. "Hawkfeather, who attacked you? Hawkfeather?" The she-cat had fall silent, and her chest no longer rose with air. "Hawkfeather wake up!"

She stepped back, turning to look around at the crowd that had gathered. She let out a whimper, her mind a blur. Sparrow? No! He would never. It's a mistake, I know for sure that it is an accident. She was just...I don't know! But it wasn't Sparrow.

Just as Rainstorm was about to speak, Rockheart cut her off. "Where is Sparrow?" He sounded devastated and angry, glancing around him. "My sister is dead, and she said that loner was the cat who attacked her!"

"It was a mistake! She didn't mean that!" Rainstorm defended, fear sinking into her. They cannot possibly think Sparrow of all cats killed her. There is absolutely no way! "I don't know who killed her, but I know that Sparrow did not!"

"Then where is he?" Rockheart countered, once again looking around him. "I actually saw him wander out of camp. Just in time for Hawkfeather to stagger in here gasping for life!" He narrowed his eyes. "Maybe you're covering for him!"

"What? No! This is all an accident and-"

"She was with me," Foxstep meowed, stepping forward. "Rainstorm had no part in this. She never left camp. I was with her all along." He dipped his head at the grieving warrior. "There has to be some type of alternate meaning to what she said."

"Stop!"

Brackenstar pushed his way forward in front of all the cats. He met each cat's eyes. "I want no more arguing." He faced Rockheart. "Sparrow isn't guilty until proven so. We will ask him where he was when he was gone. It is quite likely that it was a fox. I know you want vengeance, and you will have it."

Rainstorm nodded, supporting her leader's words. "That's right."

As if on cue, Sparrow walked into camp, pausing when all eyes turned to him. He scanned their expressions and stood still. "What's wrong?" he asked warily. He stepped forward, his gaze falling on Hawkfeather. "Oh."

Rainstorm darted forward, running to Sparrow's side and giving his cheek an affectionate lick. "Where were you?" she questioned gently.

"I walked along the DuskClan border," Sparrow meowed, suspicious. "What's going on?" He frowned, turning to Rainstorm. "What's happening?" he asked her, worry consuming his expression.

"It's nothing." Rainstorm replied, facing the clan. "See? He was nowhere near where Hawkfeather was attacked."

"He's lying!" Rockheart spat, stepping forward. "He's been here for how many moons? Not many. We still don't know where his loyalties lie."

"With me!" Rainstorm snapped, glaring at him. "Sparrow has sone nothing to earn this suspicion. He has helped the clan in every way he can. Why would he attack Hawkfeather? He has no motive!"

"Let's drop it now," Brackenstar meowed, sighing. "What happened was tragic, and we cannot be placing blame. We must investigate further. Until then, all cats are to drop the subject."

Rainstorm nodded. She starting to head for the warrior's den when Rockheart intercepted her. She stood back, rolling her eyes. "Whatever you have to say, you can forget it. Sparrow is innocent."

"I was just going to warn you. You had better watch your mate before he kills another cat."

So...I really want to know how you liked it, so please review and tell me what you think. I'm aiming for 30 reviews for a new chapter.

Next chapter: Dappleleaf struggles even further with Rosethorn's ghost. She meets a cat at the border who claims to have answers to her problems. In her investigation, Dappleleaf learns a way to rid her life of Rosethorn.

Question: Which plot will you think you'll enjoy the most this story (Rainstorm's or Dappleleaf's)?