Ohh, what is this? Chapter five? Anyway, this is another chapter in Rainstorm's perspective. I have to confess, I like writing two completely different storylines. It's a nice change. Who Will Be Betrayed had many plotlines, but they all intertwined in a way. Now that Dappleleaf and Rainstorm are apart they have two entirely different stories. It's fun to switch between the two.

Anyway, here's the fact: Creamstep's first appearance in this story with be in chapter nine.

"So where was he, then?" Timberfall asked skeptically, surveying his daughter with suspicion. "Don't lie for him, Rainstorm. It makes you look guilty as well, and I know that you are not. I don't want you blamed for the crime he committed."

Rainstorm turned away from her father, irritated. "I am not lying for him! And since when do you care about my well-being, hmm? You abandoned us for your new kits, remember? You barely grieved over Creamstep! You and Foxstep should start a group of cats who easily forget their loved ones!"

Timberfall recoiled from her harsh words. He sighed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't expect you to understand," he said slowly. "Clearly you haven't grown up enough and you don't know what's best for you. Stop letting your feelings control your actions, Rainstorm. I know you care for Sparrow, but he is a cold blooded murderer, and you need to-"

"Just stop!" Rainstorm snapped, whirling around and facing him. "Sorry, but I am not going to listen to the suggestions from my father who barely looked at me as an apprentice. Don't pretend like you care suddenly. You are only interested because it's the main gossip of the clan!"

Timberfall's eyes narrowed. "Don't say things like that. I have lost two of my daughters. Creamstep was ripped away from us all, and Dappleleaf made a choice without regarding how it effected the rest of us. You are all I have left, and we need to look out for each other."

Rainstorm rolled her eyes. She got to her paws and pushed past her father, exiting the warrior's den. She ducked her head, embarrassed knowing that their conversation had been projected to anyone tail lengths away from the den.

"Where's Sparrow?" Rainstorm demanded, facing Rockheart, who was sitting at the edge of camp. The tom's eyes narrowed and he looked away.

"Listen, Rainstorm," Rockheart started, taking a deep, calming breath. Rainstorm let out a sigh of frustration, ready for another speech. "The way I acted to you...it was wrong. I lashed out because Hawkfeather meant a lot to me. I know why you are defending Sparrow. You love him, but you need to see it, Rainstorm. He's a killer."

Rainstorm flattened her ears. "Where. Is. He?" she growled, her tail flicking. "I am so sick of hearing all these sympathetic speeches! Sparrow is innocent, why can no other cat realize it?"

Rockheart sighed. "He's in the medicine cat's den," the tom finally meowed, giving her a worried stare. "Be careful, Rainstorm." He got up and started for a group of onlooking cats who were watching her.

Rainstorm ignored the countless stares burning into her pelt. She glanced at the medicine cat's den, then started forward. "Wait," she paused, turning around. "I want to know. Why does no cat believe me? Or Sparrow? Hawkfeather was dying and delusional!"

Rockheart shrugged. "We are not taking the word of a dying cat as seriously as Foxstep's. He said that you two were talking during the time of the attack, not with Sparrow like you said. Every cat knows you are lying."

Rainstorm froze. Foxstep? Why would he tell others that I was with him? It puts a bad light on Sparrow! As the shock died, anger rose up. Rainstorm scanned the camp, searching for the ginger pelt that she used to love seeing.

"Hey!" she called once she spotted him, her tone in no way friendly. "How dare you! How dare you betray Sparrow like that!" She stalked right up to the ginger warrior, glaring up at him. "You traitor! How could you?"

Foxstep blinked, processing what was happening. Once he realized what she was upset about, he spoke, "Rainstorm...you have to understand that I did it for you!" Rainstorm opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Just listen, please? Cats were getting suspicious about you as well, thinking maybe that you two planned a murder. So I had to reveal that we were together."

Rainstorm opened her mouth to reply, but was left speechless. "Why?" Rainstorm asked slowly, shutting her eyes. "Why fall in love with me, Foxstep? And so soon after Creamstep? May I remind you that I am her sister!"

Foxstep's composition wavered. "Don't," he whispered, shutting his eyes. "Don't...don't mention Creamstep. I can't deal with thinking about her...if I do then I lose it. Don't you get it? I am not over Creamstep. I won't ever be."

Rainstorm paused, puzzled. "Oh," she gasped, blinking and realization hitting her. "You never really fell for me, did you? It's just a distraction...from Creamstep."

"Yes," Foxstep admitted, looking down. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't deserve that. But it's too much to think about her. I needed to focus on something else, and granted I didn't pick the best option."

Rainstorm nodded, understanding now. "It's okay, Foxstep. There is nothing to forgive. But it's okay to still be grieving about her, you know? I still miss her, and I know that Dappleleaf does as well. You don't have to move on, or you can when you're ready. You don't need a distraction, especially me."

Foxstep nodded, sighing. "You know, for a while there I thought I actually had feelings for you. Probably your eyes. They are just like Creamstep's." He nodded. "But it doesn't matter now. I was foolish to think Creamstep could be forgotten by lies."

Rainstorm nodded her head, sympathetic. "I would love to stay and chat with my best friend, but Sparrow needs my help." She glanced down at her paws. "I am so lost right now Foxstep. I...I know Sparrow didn't kill any cat. But all these cats saying that he did...I don't know what to believe anymore. I won't abandon him."

Foxstep tilted his head to the side. "The evidence is against him at this point, you do realize. Still, Sparrow isn't the type of cat to kill. The obvious evidence points to him, but not the real clues." He paused. "Think about it. He had no fur between him claws and no trace of blood on him. It wasn't like he washed it out because he wasn't wet!"

Rainstorm brightened. He's right! There is still proof that can help Sparrow! "You're right." Suddenly it felt like a weight had been lifted from Rainstorm's shoulders. Was it because there was hope that Sparrow was innocent? But I knew that all along. I would never doubt him. Ever.

"Come on," Foxstep urged, standing. "If there were that many clues without any information, then there could still be some where Hawkfeather was attacked." He gave her an encouraging stare. "It'll be okay, Rainstorm."

"This is sickening," Rainstorm murmured, scanning the scene in front of her. "Hawkfeather was attacked here, though. What type of monster did this?" Her eyes raked over the dried blood spatters on the rocks, trees, and leaves around the clearing.

Foxstep shook his head in disbelief. "I don't know. But clearly there was blood, and there was none on Sparrow whatsoever." He shrugged. "Surely that's enough?"

"No," Rainstorm meowed, swallowing. "The clan is out to get him. I don't know why. He has done nothing but earn their loyalty. Still, he is the outsider and there is still evidence against him. We can't erase what Hawkfeather said. I don't know why she would say it, either."

Foxstep tasted the air, cringing. "Hawkfeather's scent is still here. However, Sparrow's scent isn't here...not the faintest trace. Rainstorm, isn't it obvious by now that he is innocent. Hawkfeather could've been confused, or she could've been meaning to continue a sentence."

Rainstorm glanced around. It's not enough. They all will believe what they want to believe. There needs to be more proof. The only way Rockheart will give up this pursuit of Sparrow is if the real murderer is caught. "Hey Foxstep," Rainstorm said slowly. "If Sparrow didn't kill Hawkfeather, then who did?"

The ginger tom hesitated, unsure. "Well, there is no scent of rogue in the territory...or foxes or badgers." He shuddered. "Another clan mate? Definitely not. I honestly don't know."

Rainstorm let out a hiss of frustration. "Then it doesn't matter what evidence we gather! If there is no murderer then all signs lead to Sparrow!" She shook her head, thinking rapidly. "No foxes...no badgers...It has to be a clan mate. There must be some cat framing Sparrow."

She whirled around to face the sight where Hawkfeather must've been ambushed. She glanced frantically around, searching for snags of fur or other clues, and then she glanced up. But she gasped at what was above her. Rainstorm nearly leapt out of her skin at the sight.

"What? What is it?" Foxstep exclaimed. "What's wrong? You look like you nearly saw a ghost or something!"

Rainstorm trembled, blinking. She glanced back up, and it was gone...whatever it was. Rainstorm tried to erase the image from her brain, but she was just so sure that she had seen him...

"Sparrowpaw," Rainstorm whispered, her voice barely audible. "I saw him...I swear. He's gone now. But I saw I him...sitting in the tree. He was watching us."

Foxstep looked at the tree, then back at her. "What? Sparrowpaw? Who is that, even? Wasn't he that apprentice who died moons ago in the battle against DuskClan or something? Why in the name of StarClan would he appear to you? That's ridiculous, Rainstorm."

Rainstorm cringed at the thought. "No...he has every reason to torment me. I...he died in that battle. I was the one w-who killed him. And I killed him without good reason, Foxstep. I murdered him." She shut her eyes, wishing she hadn't, but she had.

"Oof!" Rainpaw yelped as pain shot through her side. She didn't even see what had happened, but realized she was sprawling on the ground. She gasped as she saw Sparrowpaw looming over her.

"Do I need to save you again Thistlefur?" he snapped the the she-cat, who rolled her eyes in response. The two exchanged a glance before turning back to Rainpaw, who tried to plan her escape. With two cats against her, her odds were slim. Still, one was an apprentice and the other was apprentice sized.

Thistlefur struck out, clawing Rainpaw's ears. Rainpaw winced as her ears were torn, but she tried to remain thinking about her escape. "Stop!" she yelped as Sparrowpaw had started to shred at her stomach. "Please! It's my first fight!"

"First fight? Well, in that case, let's just let you go unscathed," Thistlefur meowed sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "I don't think so."

Rainpaw had got what she needed, which was for them to relax just a touch so she could have a chance to dart away. Her paws shot out and she quickly knocked Sparrowpaw off his paws. The tom gasped, eyes widened with surprise as Rainpaw pinned him to the ground . Thistlefur prepared herself to lunge at Rainpaw, but Rainpaw held her paw threateningly over Sparrowpaw's throat. "Don't," she warned, ears flat. "Or I will kill him."

Thistlefur let out a hiss, her eyes flashing darkly. "No, you won't. You're a weak apprentice." She stared at Rainpaw, her voice challenging.

"His death will be because of you," Rainpaw snarled, grimacing at what she was prepared to do. She pressed her paw down harder on Sparrowpaw's throat. "Last chance to help him."

"You're bluffing," Thistlefur snapped, yet a flicker of fear and uncertainty lit her gaze. "You would never."

Rainpaw took a deep breath, trying to avoid thinking about her future actions. She dug her claws into Sparrowpaw's exposed neck.

Rainstorm tried to not think about the memory. "Nevermind. I'm tired and worried. I'm imagining things that aren't there. Let's go." She got to her paws and tried to shrug off the jittery feeling that overwhelmed her.

Wait, what did Foxstep say about Hawkfeather? That she wasn't finished her sentence when she died? It hit Rainstorm suddenly. Was she trying to say something else? Not Sparrow, but Sparrowpaw? Rainstorm hesitated, pausing to think. How realistic is that, Rainstorm? Sparrowpaw couldn't even get down here, let alone kill a cat. It's impossible. I am only seeing what I want to see.

"Are you okay?" Foxstep asked, concerned. He tilted his head to the side, noticing her troubled look. "Let's just go. We got a lot of evidence for today. The sun is going down so we had better get back before we're accused of murder."

Rainstorm stayed silent, wanting to speak but her throat was dry. Finally she found her words. "Um...yeah. Let's go. I was just...just thinking about things." She nodded and took a few steps forward, shaky. "Let's get back. Come on."

Rainstorm shut her eyes, trying to calm down. She knew that Sparrowpaw couldn't actually be there framing Sparrow, but she wanted to believe it.

As they exited out of the clearing, Rainstorm glanced behind her one last time, and her heart plummeted again. There, sitting in the center of the clearing, was Sparrowpaw.

Well, how was it? Let me know in a review please! I'm hoping for 78 reviews for a new chapter!

Next chapter: Dappleleaf starts to recover from the past moons of trauma. She encourages Ginger to join SunClan, insisting that he will be able to help. Uncertain of the new warrior, Ashfall starts a conflict and Dappleleaf is forced to take a side.

Question: What do you think of Sparrowpaw's sudden appearance?