A familiar scent filled the air, and voices murmured silently. Sparrowpaw blinked open her eyes and shook her head. Her vision was blurry and her hearing was blocked. What? Where am I?

Sparrowpaw shook her head again and fixed her gaze on the huge group of talking cats. Her vision focused onto them, and she realized they weren't Thunderclan. They still seemed awfully familiar. "They broke the truce" Sparrowpaw could hear a voice say. She got onto her paws and tossed her head. She could see the cats clearer, now. Their pelts glimmered, and so did the terrain around.

Am I in Starclan? "Sparrowpaw" A voice mewed silently. Sparrowpaw spun around to see Moonberry face to face with her, "You can't be here"

"Why am I-"

"Shh" Moonberry covered her mouth with a paw, "I need to show you something. None of them can see you right now but me. Everything that's going on… it's very complicated."

Sparrowpaw shook her head away, making Moonberry's paw fall back to the ground. "What's happening? Am I dead?" She fretted, blinking wide-eyed.

"I can assure you, you are not dead. I brought you here for a reason. But back where you came from, cats are awaiting you desperately." Moonberry meowed.

"Back where I came?" Then she remembered the tunnel. Oak. Caving in. If she wasn't dead, then what was she?
"Hush, little one. This is very important. Starclan is planning havoc, the clans are in horrible danger!"

"Danger? How come?"

"I must go, but you will find out. May the prophecies be foreseen. Only you can save everyone."

"What are you talking about, what's happening?" But Moonberry ran off without answer, slowly receding into the distance.

Sparrowpaw decided to pad over to the conferencing cats. They were so many, hundreds maybe. Some looked confused and conflicted while others looked angry and determined. They can't see me, Moonberry claims. I hope that's true. She leapt onto the tallest rock in the area and peered down at the cats.

"They broke our rules! We have to teach them a lesson!" An angry voice shouted. Hawkeyes

"But we are their wise ancestors; we can't just go and fight them like that!" Another voice countered.

"I agree with Hawkeyes, we need to attack the clans, to show them we are the powerful ones."

Attack us? Great Starclan! What are they planning?

"I am in favor of attacking as well. Shadowclan and Riverclan aren't even following us anymore as is, no matter what their medicine cats tell them."

Hawkeyes turned his head to the ancient leaders. "Thunderstar, Shadowstar, Riverstar, and Windstar, what do you all honestlythink?

Shadowstar got onto her paws, her eyes narrowed. "I believe we should, if fact, let the cats below learn that we do have power against them, and that they cannot just forget all about us." She hissed, "And I'm betting Riverstar agrees with me?"

The silver tom stood next to Shadowstar. "Yes, I do agree." He replied.

Tunderstar hissed furiously, swinging his head from side to side, glaring at the cats surrounding. "I can't believe you all just want to go ahead and ambush the clans!" He snarled, "They are only foolish cats, and need to be messaged, but not in such a cruel way!"

Hawkeyes let out an interrupting snort. "Well we got your vote." He meowed, "Windstar, your choice is all that decides now."

The lanky she-cat let out a growl, and leapt up. "A choice like this is serious, and I am quite conflicted about what to choose" Her gaze flickered from Thunderstar to Shadowstar and Riverstar, "But I am certain the best thing to do would be to send raid on the cats below"

Hawkeyes grunted, obviously pleased, and lashed his tail. "Then it is settled," He called, satisfied, "The ancients make a vote of 3 to 1 in the favor of attacking. We will plan the battle out when the time is right.

Sparrowpaw stared in complete shock. Oh no… This can't be good. She leapt off the rock and broke into a run, trying to put as much land between her and her ancestors as she could. The ground fell away beneath her paws and she let out a yelp.

Suddenly, she was in the midst of a huge battle, shimmering pelts and blood-soaked cats were hissing and screeching everywhere. The ground was entirely red, and many cats laid limp on the Earth, normal and Starclan alike. "No, stop!" She cried out. The battling faded away into an utter darkness, leaving Sparrowpaw to see no one but herself.

A cat's face appeared large in the darkness above, its eyes ominously illuminating the ground around. A raspy voice whispered out to her. Sparrowpaw couldn't understand what the voice was saying, until its voice turned into a clearer hiss. "Walls will build and tensions will rise. Threats come at every corner. If the bridge between the two is formed, all will be safe. But if the bridge fails to do its job…" The hiss turned menacing, "Then all will perish and the grounds will be stained with blood for the rest of time"

Sparrowpaw shrieked, she was still sick with fear as thick red rain fell onto her, clogging up her senses. It's raining blood! She tightly shut her eyes and reopened them to find herself in the grasp of Oak. It was her first glimpse of him, since it had been too hard to see him in the dark. He was long legs, a muscular body, and a well-built face. In other words, he was quite handsome "Sparrowpaw!" Oak sighed with relief as she opened her eyes again slowly, "Are you hurt? You were trapped under the dirt! I thought you were about to die!"

Sparrowpaw struggled to get to her paws, her entire body stiff and sore. "I don't think so..." She assured him. She tried to lose the memory of the dream best she could, but the prophecy rang in her head. Walls will build and tensions will rise. Threats come at every corner. If the bridge between the two is formed, all will be safe. But if the bridge fails to do its job, then all will perish and the grounds will be stained with blood for the rest of time"

"Oh good" Oak's meow made her snap out of her thoughts. He tilted his head thoughtfully, "You look frightened, is something bothering you?"

Sparrowpaw shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just still scarred from being buried. It was scary!"

Oak rubbed his pelt against hers, "Well you are safe now" He said. "It's all over"

I wish it were. Sparrowpaw turned her head up to the sky and gazed at the setting sun. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Oak commented. He gazed at the sun, blinking thoughtfully. Sunset? Oh no! The exam! "It's sundown! The hunting part of my assessment was due now! I haven't even caught all the prey!"

Oak turned his head. Sparrowpaw looked down to see he had dropped the shrew at her feet. "Go, I hope you will still get a chance to pass that assessment of yours" He mewed. Sparrowpaw let out a purr. "Thanks. But will I ever get to see you again?"

Oak kicked the dirt with his paws. "I hang around her quite a bit. Maybe if you hunt here alone sometime we could meet?"

Sparrowpaw tilted her head and smiled. "Sounds good," She mewed, lifting up the shrew. "Goodbye!" She meowed, her voice muffled from the prey. "Bye" Oak murmured back.

Sparrowpaw took off, heading toward the camp again. Oh please let this still count, she pleaded to herself. She was racing to camp, the sun setting more and more by the minute.

Sparrowpaw skidded to a stop when she had reached the tree where her other prey was buried. She put it on her back and started off toward camp again. Only a glimmer of the sun still remained. Sparrowpaw ran through the entrance of the camp and to the high rock where Pricklestar was sitting. The sun was fully down by then. "I'm back" Sparrowpaw gasped through pants. Pricklestar looked down to face Sparrowpaw and tilted his head. "You're late" He commented. Sparrowpaw gave him a pleading look, "Only a little" She mewed, "And I still haven't done the mock battle yet."

Pricklestar heaved himself to his paws and leapt off the rock. He swung a paw a Sparrowpaw, hitting her head and growled, "Then we battle."

Sparrowpaw regained her balance from the blow. Without hesitation Pricklestar swung another paw and it hit her in the face. Sparrowpaw stumbled backward, huffing. "You slow-slug! Get a hold of yourself!" Pricklestar growled. Sparrowpaw narrowed her eyes. She leapt behind her mentor and swung a claw at him, grazing his flank. Blood welled up at the cut, making Sparrowpaw stand proudly, I can do this, Sparrowpaw told herself.

Before Pricklestar could claw at her ears, she leapt back skillfully and slid under him, letting her claw scrape his belly. The leader flinched and hopped back. He slammed his paws into her side, causing her to topple over. He raked his claws through her back. Sparrowpaw let out a yelp our pain and whipped around. She slammed a paw down and Pricklestar's head, dazing him.

The tom shook his head from side to side, and huffed angrily. "You're going to have to do a little better than that" He puffed. He threw himself onto Sparrowpaw, pinning her down. She struggled, but his grasp was too tight. He bared his teeth and threw his head down at her. She unsheathed her back claws and let them run through his lower belly. He yelped and stumbled back.

"How did you do that?" He stammered, "I had you pinned well!"

Sparrowpaw grinned, "Not well enough then," She teased. Pricklestar leapt and came down on Sparrowpaw. She let out a squeak as she plummeted to the ground. Pricklestar grabbed her scruff in his neck and shook forcefully. Due to her much smaller size, Sparrowpaw's body shook along with it, making her dizzy. When Pricklestar finally let go, she hurtled to the ground with exhaustion, the world spinning around her. "I guess the little mock battle is over" Pricklestar sneered at her, "I don't even know if it is a good idea to make you a warrior. I will have to think about it."

Sparrowpaw gasped. I failed… She sulked back to the apprentices den, plopping down into her nest and curling up before anyone could say anything. She could feel the other apprentice's gazes resting on her, but she didn't really care. "Hey Sparrowpaw, what's the matter?" A gentle voice asked behind her. She instantly recognized the voice of Airpaw, who was sitting somewhat pressed up against her. Sparrowpaw turned over and ignored her. "Yeah, why the long face?" Heatherpaw put in. Sparrowpaw buried her head in the moss of her nest, "Go away" She tried to mumble casually, though her voice was strained, "I'm trying to get some sleep. It was a long day."

She closed her eyes shut, while feeling another fuzzy pelt rest alongside her "You can tell me Sparrowpaw, I'm your sister. I'll understand, I promise" She heard Rileypaw's mew behind her. Sparrowpaw lifted her head and faced her littermate. "Fine, I've been through a lot lately. And failing the warrior assessment hasn't helped at all" I'd rather not say anything about the prophecy.

Rileypaw widened her eyes. "That's awful!" She mewed, and then screwed up her eyes, "But nothing is worse than having a name like Rileypaw! It's a little something that makes no sense. I wonder why I was even named that."

Sparrowpaw chuckled, "Yeah, it is quite a unique name" She meowed.

"Hey, why don't you head to the medicine den," Rileypaw suggested, "Your cut is bleeding, your fur is caked in mud, and you look like you are about to burst!"

Sparrowpaw pulled herself to her paws. Rileypaw was right, she was bleeding, her fur was caked with dry mud, and her head was throbbing. She had to put in a lot of effort just to move she was so tired. She slumped to the medicine cat den, leaning on Rileypaw while she walked. "In you go" Rileypaw's warmth moved away from her, leaving her to head into the den. Right, she thought, medicine.

She instantly felt the small body of Bubblepaw against her. "You look awful!" Bubblepaw mewed, "I'm guessing you are here for some help with that?"

Sparrowpaw nodded her head. "Where is Mintwillow?" She asked. Bubblepaw was looking through the herb stash, "Oh… she isn't doing too well," She meowed behind her shoulder, "After Cherryclaw died, and she started getting pretty weak. At first she was just grieving but now she is getting really sick. I'm starting to worry about her."

"That's no good," Sparrowpaw sympathized, "I guess that makes you the main medicine cat now, right Bubblepaw?"

Bubblepaw turned with some herbs in her mouth and brightened. She chewed up the leaf and spat it into her paw. "Bubblepaw? You must mean Bubblecloud" The little medicine cat purred, "Starclan gave me my medicine cat name last half-moon"

Sparrowpaw blinked, "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. Bubblecloud purred again, "I'd rather keep it a surprise!" She giggled, "Now why don't you go wash up so I can put this on your wound."

Sparrowpaw merely nodded again and slid out of the den. She slipped into a large puddle and sat, letting the mud soak away. When her pelt was clear, she hopped out and shook her fur dry. She entered back into the den.

Bubblecloud told her to lie down and started to rub the pulp onto the gash in her back. "Thanks for the help" Sparrowpaw mewed gratefully, "But I think I need more."

Bubblecloud tilted her head. "You don't seem to have any more wounds," She queried, "So what do you need help with then?"

Sparrowpaw let out a sigh and told Bubblecloud about the prophecy and how she had no idea what it meant. "I'm sorry, but I don't really know either" Bubblecloud whispered, "But I'll try to go over it. If it was given to you, it must have been meant for you to find out. Think Sparrowpaw, I know you can figure it out," And with that the medicine cat left the den and stalked away.

What can I do about this?

Hello again! I meant to post this days ago, but I completely forgot all about it! I'd like to bring up a point in my writing that someone had to misunderstand. I got a rude review on my story that made me feel a little down when I read it. So let me say that first off, I'm only 12 and I have never taken any sort of class in creative writing, so please don't expect me to be good. Also, many people are so confused with the same Riley in Rileypaw. As said earlier it is because of a kittypet, which the characters will find out about eventually. The main plot of the story is pretty much here so don't ask about that. And finally, fan fictions are supposed to be creative and not realistic all the time. So again, don't even bring it up :T

Don't forget to send in those OC's! I will need them eventually! I can't promise I will use all of them, but I will use the ones I can. Thank you for reading and please keep those reviews coming!

~Lisa