Hello! I just love love love you guys, and all of your support!

A special thanks to:

Smokeblade27: I love your comments; they always put a smile on my face! :D I guess it may be a sorta squirrelflight thingie, but idk, the plot isn't even completely thought of :P

ApocalyspeAmerican: thanks for your continued support your ideas and suggestions are always so helpful! 3

Silver wolf rain: really?! I didn't think the interview would be that funny :P

Featherwish of WindClan: first: love ur name3 second: OMSC I will use that from now on, that's epic xD

StormxRaven: well, im glad u liked the interview :)

Blazing Ice Dragon: YAY! xD

BrightSun03: ha-ha thanks for all of your comments! Actually, I'm not using just the old territories, but sort of a mixture of both…? Like, I use four trees and I will be using the moonpool… idk

Guests: thanks for your support

I'm really surprised you all liked the interview, I MAY DO ANOTHER ONE IF I GET QUESTIONS! Comment them of PM me! 3

Emberpaw's warrior name poll is still up! Please vote! I have 14 votes; when I get twenty, ill post the top three names!

I'm still taking warrior cat names for the story, but please don't be offended if they don't show up idmeadately; it takes me a while to incorp new characters into this thing!

ENJOY!

Nightpaw's POV

Nightpaw uncurled from his resting place, licking his brother, Redpaw, goodbye and following his mentor, Heroncall, into the forest to hunt.

"Go hunt over by the Riverclan border; see what you can find there." Heroncall said gruffly, nudging Nightpaw towards the thinning trees, where a faint trickle of the river could be heard in the gaps of the birds' happy chirping. The day was nice, the harsh sun shielded by thick trees, offering only a warm glow and the songs of birds.

"Is this my first hunting assessment?" he asked, pawing the ground nervously, ignoring the annoying feel of rocks under his paws.

"Maybe," is all his mentor said, before padding off in the direction of Snakerocks. Huffing, Nightpaw walked between the pines towards the heat of the uncovered sun.

Was Emberpaw going to be near the border? Would she be with anyone? It made Nightpaw uncomfortable to think that she was so far away; anything could happen to her. Wait, He thought to himself, what do I care? She's Riverclan! Shaking his head, he walked on.

"Nightpaw! Come here!" he heard his brother, and a heartbeat later, he saw the familiar color of Redpaw's reddish brown fur streaking towards him. Confused, he met his brother halfway, worried by his fearful gaze.

"You need to come home, now." His brother mewed franticly, streaking off, and after a moment's hesitation, Nightpaw followed. The camp was swarming, similar to an ant's nest after you kicked it; warriors were running everywhere, telling Silverstone and her kits, Nutkit, Grasskit, Poppypaw, and Shadowkit to hide in the nursery. Cloudstar was creating a small patrol when Nightpaw found Redpaw again, and asked what was going on.

"Amberpelt heard a fight going on, by Snakerocks!" Nightpaws heart spead up.

"Snakerocks, that's where Heroncall went!"

"What about me?" a voice called from across the clearing.

"Heroncall! Thank Starclan youre okay!" Redpaw exclaimed, his eyes round.

"Yes, Frogleap crossed my path, I was coming back to the camp."

Nightpaw was confused. "did you hear any sounds of a fight?"

Heroncall looked worried. "No, but I hope whoever it is they're okay. Nightpaw was stunned. Instead of trying to figure out what cat was missing, they were going to send out a patrol?

Without thinking, Nightpaw sholdered his way through the group of warriors and padded right up to Cloudstar. His forwardness was going to get him killed one day.

"Cloudstar, shouldn't you also be looking to see who it is whos missing?" He demanded boldly, his fur becoming fluffed out of embarrassment at the clearing went quiet, awaiting Cloudstar's reply.

"Im sorry, Nightpaw, but as insightful and helpful as that comment it, we already have." Cloudstar's voice was that of speaking to a kit; it annoyed Nightpaw immensely.

"Well, who is it, then?" a cat called from the crowd.

Cloudstar looked uncomfortable. "Morningbird."

Murmurs of worry and unese traveled through the cats below. Morningbird had been in a bout of greif ever since Emberpaw had been taken away, refusing to hunt or participate in training. Hven Stripepaw, who had stuck by her, had been given the cold shoulder as the mother grieved her lost kit.

"Heroncall, Smallshadow, Starfall, and Greybloom, go see what all of this fighting is about." Cloudstar instructed, leaving another small patrol, including Nightpaw and Redpaw, for backup.

What seemed like countless moons later, the patrol came back. Their ears were drawn against their heads, tails dragging across the ground.

Being carried on their backs was Morningbird.

The Silver she-cat was mangled; blood dripped from countless wounds and her body was limp. The smell of death clung to her, making her carriers wince.

"No!" they heard, turning to see Stripepaw come through the dirt tunnel, his eyes huge with disbelief. He hesantly padded over sniffing his dead mother. No one did anything for a long time, the quiet only broken by Gingertail's quiet sobs. Ivytail was no where to be seen, and Heroncall's gaze was that filled with regret.

"Who did this?" Stripepaw hissed, searching his mother's claws for a hint of left behind fur, but stopped, empty pawed. Burying his nose into his mother's fur, he keened, a low, pitiful sound that made all of the other cats follow suit, the setting sun filled with the sounds of misery and loss.

Nightpaw didn't feel right. Something didn't feel right. Stripepaw wasn't acting right.

He pulled away easy enough, padding into the dirt place. No new scent, as he thought. He found a small hole towards the back, with a whisp of Stripepaw's fur attached. Dragging himself through, Nightpaw followed the scent trail as it twisted and turned, through undergrowth and ferns, and he noticed it was going towards the Riverclan border. His forehead furrowed, he continued, opening his mouth to best catch the grey apprentice's scent.

"I didn't think you, of all cats, would've seen through my acting." A voice sounded behind him. Nightpaw spun around hurriedly, coming nose to nose with Stripepaw.

"you weren't supposed to find out. You were supposed to stay in the dark, like all of the other cats." He hissed, pushing a fearful Nightpaw back against a tree. He slashed with his forepaw, sharp, bloodstained claws just whiskers away from his eyes.

"But, they don't want me to kill you." Nightpaw was confused. Who didn't want him killed? What was Stripepaw talking about?

Do nightpaw's disbelief, he felt his eyes getting droopy. The scene around him became hazy, Stripepaw's form becoming fuzzy around the edges. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was the hints of blood in the silver tom's pupils.

Nightpaw was running, happily throught the forest. The sounds of the forest were almost too loud, the sounds of birds calling to one another, mice burrowing in the undergrowth, trees swaying in the strong wind. Nightpaw slowed down opening his mouth to catch the scent of squirrel. Instead, he smelled the cat he had been trying not to think about: Emberpaw. He wondered what she was doing here. Was she wanting to hunt with him? The thought made him warm in his chest, and he began bounding again down her scent trail, too hapy to notice the trees changing to darker colors, the ground beniegh him getting soggy, beginning to squish around his paws and sending him going faster and faster. Soon, he bagan to notice the scenery changes, as the undergrowth was now completely gone. He was going to stop and look around, maybe go back, but Emberpaw's scent had become addictive, it made his head dizzy with happiness and it made him want to find her, to tell her how he really felt about her.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw her, her fur glowing softly with a white light he could've believed had always been there, it looked so right on her. Her face wanst visible, but her tail swayed happily from side to side. He found himself stumbling over his own paws, trying to remember how to put one in front of the other.

"Nightpaw," her beautiful voice called to him, making him stumble more and struggle to look cool.

Finally, he made it over, enraptured by her eyes. They were a mixture of red and green, making him dizzy as he followed the swirling pattern.

"Nightpaw, you have to come help me, please!" her voice was scared, and Nightpaw decided that he would do anything for her, wether it was fighting for her or caring for her. If she needed him to fight, he would until he could no longer breathe.

"Good," Emberpaw whispered.

"What," he asked, not catching what she had said but saw her mouth open.

"I said hurry!"

Nightpaw hurried after her, not seeing that her fur was becoming white and bloodstained, or that her eyes were completely red now, or that beautiful star forming on her forehead, because all he saw was the cat he loved.

Sorry this ones shorter than the others; my fingers where FLYING across my keyboard, it sounded like rapid machine gunfire (Even though I know how to properly type, I prefer to be a 'chicken' and peck my keys)

Review, comment, PM, u guys *hopefully* know the drill by now

Don't forget to give me you warrior name, and/or vote on Emberpaw's poll! It can be found on my profile page! you would be doing me a HUGE favor by doing so

QUESTION OF THE DAY: what was your reaction to Morningbird's death?

I had tears in my eyes as I typed that part; its always sad when you kill off something that you created.

QUESTION OF THE DAY PART 2: who do you think Morningbird's killer was?

"You guys will absolutely NEVER GUESS!

The voice inside my head: …Maybe its because you don't even know who killed her, yet…?

ME: SHUT UP ALREADY!

Pay no attention to me, please ^_^''

'Till next time,

ME!