Yay! Here is chapter 7 as promised. Hopefully it is enjoyed. I have been extremely busy that I haven't been getting to this story (my apologies). I will try and be better about it!

Fact: I have the whole story "written" out so far.

He's here. He is here. No, stop it. He is not. You are seeing what you want to see. Think. No, stop thinking. You're making yourself more delusional. Get it together, Rainstorm. Stop thinking about it. Focus on proving Sparrow's innocence. Just get Foxstep and sort through all the clues.

Rainstorm finally opened her eyes, wincing at the light that poked through the warriors den. She pricked her ears and heard commotion from the camp. After glancing around, she realized she was the only one left in the den.

Rainstorm let out a sigh of frustration at that fact. Ever since Sparrow was accused, cats treated her like the most incapable creature ever. Not once had she been woken for patrol, or even asked to go on patrol. The only time she went out was when she requested it. Her clan mates pitied her. She was the cat in love and trying to defend a murderer. They felt bad for her, and Rainstorm hated it.

After waiting for some time, Rainstorm got to her paws and ducked out of the den, noticing some quick glances in her direction.

Rainstorm ignored them and headed to the edge of camp, casually peering at the sky. Sun high? They let me sleep until sun high? Rainstorm dug her claws into the ground, shutting her eyes.

"Rainstorm, hey."

Rainstorm blinked her eyes open, surprised to see Mintflower standing in front of her with a mouse at her paws. "Yes?" Rainstorm meowed, not even bothering to greet the she-cat.

"I was thinking...I brought this for you," Mintflower said, nudging the mouse in Rainstorm's direction. "I know this has been hard for you. I just want you to know that if you ever need to talk to any cat then you can talk to me. Oh, and I know this isn't my business, but your father is really trying. He isn't at fault here, remember? I know, I know. He did pay a lot of attention to his new mate and kits. But what is to be expected? The important thing is that he is here for you now, so-"

"Can you please just stop?" Rainstorm snapped, her tail beginning to flick. "Don't pity me, alright? I don't need your pity. If you actually cared then you would make an effort to see that maybe Sparrow is innocent. But no, you will believe whatever you want to believe. I can't stop that. But for StarClan's sake, can you all just stop trying to tell me its okay? It's not okay!"

Mintflower's eyes widened, but the expression that came after made Rainstorm cringe. Pity. More pity. Surrounding cats that overheard gave Rainstorm sympathetic stares, some even took a step forward to comfort her.

"Rainstorm," Rockheart meowed, padding forward. "Enough, okay?" His tone of voice was different...unsympathetic. "You are whining that we never look to see the possibility of Sparrow's innocence, but have you ever considered the possibility of his guilt?"

Rainstorm bristled at his comment. "I can't even...His guilt? There are no clues that lead to him other than what Hawkfeather said. No fur in his claws, no blood, not even a trace of his scent at the scene? And guess what else? How dare you say I am whining to cats! I never speak my thoughts to anyone unless they bring it up, in which case I will gladly tell them what I am thinking!"

Rockheart sighed as though she was being unreasonable and blinded by emotions. He opened his mouth to speak, but Foxstep came forward. "Just go. Leave. All of you."

Rockheart gave the younger tom a dangerous stare. "Excuse me? Do not tell me to leave. You have no right and absolutely no authority."

Foxstep's gaze narrowed. "Well, I'll only say it one more time. Leave. Don't bother Rainstorm any more. And if you think Sparrow is guilty, then its you who is blinded by emotions."

Rockheart opened his mouth to speak, but Mintflower nudged him away, mumbling some rubbish to him along the lines of "it's not worth it." The two cats walked away while the small crowd broke up and regrouped in smaller portions.

Rainstorm looked away. She dug her claws into the ground and shut her eyes, hoping the anger would slowly die down inside of her. "They don't even want me to see Sparrow, you know? They advise against it. They keep him penned up in the medicine cats den. A innocent cat!"

"Rainstorm, I know," Foxstep meowed, coming up beside her. "You can't listen to them. StarClan is on Sparrow's side."

Rainstorm nodded, blinking her eyes open. She gasped, jumping back startled. Quickly, she shut her eyes again and opened them, but he was still there. And he couldn't be, right? He was dead!

"Rainstorm?" Foxstep asked curiously. "What's wrong, you looked scared out of your fur!"

Rainstorm kept her gaze fixated on Sparrowpaw, but spoke softly to Foxstep. "I'm just...tired. I really need some space to myself, if that's okay." She narrowed her eyes, swiftly checking to see if any other cat noticed a deceased, DuskClan apprentice in their camp, but no cat did.

Wordlessly, Foxstep left. Rainstorm slowly started for a secluded corner of camp. She felt her paws begin to shake and her stomach churned. You'r imagining things again. Stop it, Rainstorm. You are torturing yourself. Get it together, right now.

After Rainstorm felt she was in a quiet enough place, she turned around, praying to StarClan her mind was only playing tricks on her. But he was still there, no emotions written on his face.

"Sp-Sparrowpaw?" Rainstorm choked out, wincing as the dead cat took another paw step closer. "No, Rainstorm, get yourself together. This whole murder thing, it's making you crazy!"

"Crazy? Yeah, I'll agree to that. But you are not crazy for seeing me here."

Sparrowpaw's voice sent chills down Rainstorm's spine. "Sparrowpaw? How are you even...how are you even here right now? You...you died."

"Oh, that's right, and who killed me?" Sparrowpaw meowed, stepping closer. "Who killed me? I think you know the answer to that question, Rainstorm. Answer me." At her continued silence, Sparrowpaw's voice got louder. "Who killed me, Rainstorm?"

"...Me." Rainstorm whispered. "And I'm sorry, I really am. I regret it, but I had to. You know that." She recoiled away from the approaching tom. "I had no choice. You ganged up on me with that other cat. What was I supposed to do?"

"You could have let me go. But you killed me instead. I could be alive right now. I could have a mate and kits and be a strong warrior. I could have had all that, but now I am dead. And let's just say, I can hold a grudge."

Rainstorm swallowed, unsure of what he was implying. "Why aren't you in StarClan?" she whispered softly. "You were a good cat, Sparrowpaw. You died young, but what did you ever do that you couldn't go to StarClan?"

"I didn't do anything, actually." Sparrowpaw meowed. He glanced at his paws, shrugging. "I guess you noticed I don't have stars twinkling in my pelt. Well let me tell you. I made a choice. I could stay, pointlessly, in StarClan watching you frolic with your family, or I could have revenge. I chose revenge."

"What are you saying?" Rainstorm demanded, a hint of confidence sneaking its way into her voice. "Sparrowpaw, are you implying that you would hurt my loved ones? Your battle is with me. Not Sparrow, not Dappleleaf, not Ashfall, and not Foxstep!"

Sparrow paused, then nodded. "You're right. They have done nothing to deserve what is coming to them. They are a casualty of war. You have yourself to thank for that. I'm guessing Hawkfeather really hates you right about now. You're the reason she is dead. Not to mention that Sparrow doesn't even know that it is your fault he is being accused of murder."

Rainstorm fell silent, but when she spoke her voice had a dangerous tone in it. "It is not my fault, it is yours. And whatever game you're playing needs to stop. They are innocent victims, just like you were! You can settle your grudge with me, do not bring my family into it."

"Clearly Dappleleaf inherited all the smarts in the family. Actually, she fell head over paws with a cat from another clan. I take that back. Creamstep must've been the lucky one. It's a shame she died." Sparrow rolled his eyes, then grew very serious. "Are you stupid? Hurting your loved ones is the best way to harm you. Get it now?"

Rainstorm's eyes narrowed. "I want to hear you say it. Did you kill Hawkfeather? Are you behind all this? Say it."

Sparrow became very smug. "I killed Hawkfeather with my own two paws. She didn't even know what was happening to her. And just as she was about to say my name, I finished her off. No cat could see that, obviously."

"You fool," Rainstorm snapped, her fur bristling. "You just told me your whole plan! I know everything, and I will go to Brackenstar. I will get Sparrow released and your name will forever be remembered as the cat who died miserably and made a petty attempt at revenge."

"And you think your little LeafClan leader if going to believe you? I think not. He'll probably dismiss it as hallucinations from all the stress. Maybe order you off patrols and under all day watch. Oh, and just for the sake of crushing your feelings, I will be remembered as the young apprentice who was murdered in battle."

Listen, Brackenstar, this is hard to believe, but it isn't Sparrow. It's Sparrowpaw! He has a grudge against me since I killed him...No, don't say that. Say that we fought and it resulted in his death. That sounds better, right? Okay, again. Brackenstar, I know this sounds a little crazy, but Sparrowpaw is killing the cats, not Sparrow.

Rainstorm let out a hiss of frustration. There was absolutely no way that she could phrase it without her sounding insane. But Sparrowpaw couldn't just get away with it. Sparrow couldn't be framed for murder, especially because of her.

But Sparrowpaw was right. This wasn't going to work, not the way she planned it. She had to be smarter than him. She had to outsmart the genius. She had to trick the trickster.

Please, oh please, StarClan. Help me.

Well, what do you think of it? Leave reviews please!

Next chapter: Rosethorn tries to manage with her situation. Forming a web of lies to get Mistypaw to help her, she starts to gain hope of her return to the land of the living.

Question: What do you think of Sparrowpaw's plan?