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As Darkstripe and Firepaw went on with their lessons out in the forest, back at the camp, the leader of ThunderClan, Bluestar, was pacing in her nest. All night as Ravenflight and Sandspirit sat through their vigil, the older molly's sleep was filled with strangeness and the sense of danger. Though what that danger was, she couldn't tell, even when she woke up and tried to think back on it.

Bluestar snorted and she clawed at the sandy floor on her den and lashed her tail. Her bad sleep started as she went into slumber thinking of what Darkstripe did. How dare he?! How dare he take it upon himself to name warriors, she was leader, not him! Those two cats should have never been made warriors!

Snarling softly to herself, Bluestar briefly wondered if she strip all three of their rank, it could be done, though something like that had not been heard for in many of time. The blue-gray molly stopped in her pacing, looking outside the entrance of her den and narrowing her eyes. She could just make out Lionheart and Brindleface talking. They still bore the wounds of the fight with ShadowClan. The fight that drove out Brokenstar, the tyrannical kit-stealer and eater.

As much as she was loath to admit it, that was one thing she could say they did right. Brokenstar had needed to be stopped and him going to steal Frostfur's kits had gave the opportunity for him to be dealt with.

Frostfur's kits...little tiny things. Even if they were demons, even Bluestar felt a very small twinge of sympathy for them. Their mother killed, they being captured and if what those demons said were true, threatened to be eaten by Brokenstar. Even seeing their father bloody and bruised must have been a terror for them.

Bluestar's eyes widened at her thoughts and she shook her head, trying to force these thoughts away. What did it matter if they were terrified, they were demons. Their kind were monsters and her deputy was going to close to them. They were turning him against the rest of his kind, she couldn't feel sorry for them!

Bluestar snarled softly to herself then, once more looking out to the entrance of her den. She had to get out of here! Her eyes widened as she thought of what the demons would do if they managed to get to Darkstripe completely. She needed a plan! She needed time to think, maybe some time spent out in the forest would do her some good.

So, Bluestar made her way out of camp, ignoring the demons and even some of her normal warriors as she made her way up the ravine. But as she walked, her mind started to wander and instead of thinking of a plan, she walked aimlessly, toward RiverClan territory. When she finally noticed where her paws had taken her, Bluestar flinched and looked around.

Why here, of all places?

Her fear and loathing only grew when she heard a scream, a splash further down the riverbank and finally the scent of blood drifting towards her. Finding herself unable to move, Bluestar watched as a gray/blue molly that looked so much like her drag another cat up the bank. The molly suddenly stopped and looked up, her eyes narrowing into slits and she dropped her catch to regard the leader with open disgust and annoyance.

"Bluestar." the ThunderClan leader winced at the frigid tone of the other and she tried to stand tall but the withering look the other female gave her crushed the attempt. It didn't help that looking at her made Bluestar's mind start to drift.

Indeed, for in the younger molly's left blue were flecks of stunning gold. Despite the danger, Bluestar could not look away. "I...Mistyfoot..."

The half demon, Mistyfoot, snarled as Bluestar called out her name, her fur bristling as she took a step forward. "Don't you dare say my name with vile tongue of yours!" The anger in her voice broke through the haze Bluestar was under and she flinched, taking a step back.

"Misty...foot..." Bluestar tried to will herself to be louder but the other molly's gaze...it swallowed her thoughts and made her unable to think of anything better.

"You abandon us and now have the nerve to come here!? Why?! I don't want to see you! I don't want to look at you!" Mistyfoot snarled before leaping at Bluestar, the leader not doing anything to defend herself. At any second, she would feel Mistyfoot's claws.

When pain did not come but instead a thud and another scent, Bluestar opened her eyes, not reaizing that she closed them, and stared at the scene before her. A large tabby molly had Mistyfoot pinned to the ground, staring down at her with an almost bored expression.

"You have your kill. Don't be a sun maddened fla-fa'az, there's no reason to kill more than you should." Mistyfoot glared up at the other molly but one look at her size and especially the glint of purple in her left eyes left any argument she would have had behind.

She wriggled out of the tabby's grip and stared for a moment, then reluctantly nodded but hissed at Bluestar and went for her catch, heading to swim across the river back to RiverClan.

The tabby molly watched her go before putting her eyes on Bluestar yet soon fixing her gaze slightly away. Bluestar was just to see why, the haze lifting. She just caught the silver of purple. This was a full blooded demon. Hackles rising and fangs starting to bare, Bluestar dropped into a crouch, the tabby didn't seem to realize she was being threatened and only calmly licked at her paw to wash her face.

Bluestar stalled for a second, unsure if this was a trick but she shook her head and put her guard back up, hissing at the demon molly before her. Still the tabby did nothing.

"Nre'fa-o, Mistress. I will not hurt you. After all, what is the point if I saved your life?" the tabby said easily, still cleaning her face. Her shoulders were relaxed and her tail lay curled camly beside her. Bluestar still narrowed her eyes. What were thee strange words she kept using?

"I don't understand you. And I don't welcome your kind on my territory. Get out!"

"Such gratitiude for helping you. Perhaps my father was wrong about you Clan Folk. And you say we are the mosters haunting your dreams and waking worlds." the younger molly finished cleaning her face and was now staring at Bluestar as close as she was able. Bluestar growled, trying to get her to move on. Still the other did not. "I told you to leave. Now!"

"And will you make me? Despite your age, you seem still like a strong hunter. Though your ka is distressingly frazzled. I would think you could no more to me than a young praere to a leaf. I think I should stay a while. There is something here on the wind., something important. I can var. I will not leave."

Bluestar sneered before yowlin, leaping at the younger molly who didn't move until the last minute. Her white paw flicked out quickly, seeming to barely touch Bluestar but the ThunderClan leader crashed to the ground, her shoulder ripped down to the bone and bleeding heavily. Shock kept the leader from feeling the wound but when she tried to stand, her leg instantly gave way. The tabby stared coolly at her before licking the blood from her paw, smiling grimly.

"Your blood tastes sweet, perhaps that fela had a point in wanting to kill you. Perhaps there is a time for gorging oneself like Garrin." Her voice came out deeper, more menacing as she walked closer to Bluestar. The leader hissed and flashed her claws but it did nothing to deter the demon.

The light colored molly grinned as she cruelly pressed a paw into Bluestar's torn shoulder, enjoying the way the other female jerked and cried out despite herself. Slowly adding pressure, Bluestar could hear the creaking of bone before a harsh the horrible feeling quickened into a harsh snap.

Howling in pain and fury, Bluestar tried to take a swipe at the demon's neck but despite the blow connecting and the leader feeling blood well between her claws, the tabby hardly moved.

"Is that the best you can do? How sad. I hope you taste better than you fight."

Bluestar as the molly licked her chops, leaning in closer. Would it be painful? Would she feel anything. The slow realization of agony was starting to register and Bluestar shivered. This demon clawed her right down to the bone with seemingly little effort. Would a bite to the throat be as effortless for her.

Bluestar at first didn't even feel the demon's fangs in her neck until her breathing started to become heavy. She jolted, wheezing slightly and when she tried to move, the tabby effortlessly pinned her further, pressing her face hard into the dirt, her claws dangerously close to the leader's eye.

She could hear the demon chuckling softly as she felt the other's fangs shearing through her flesh and causing Bluestar to cough and sputter blood. She felt her vision starting to blur and started to close her eyes. All sound and feeling started to fade from her as the tabby tore a chuck out of her, Bluestar barely felt the bolts of pain racing through her as she was eaten alive.

Just before she passed out completely, Bluestar suddenly felt the tabby's fangs wrench out of her and two scents reaching her fading sense of smell. Cracking open her eyes, Bluestar could just make out Darkstripe standing protectively in front of her while another, smaller shape was standing directly over her, she could just make out ginger fur before her thoughts stopped and she passed out.

XxXx

Firepaw and Darkstripe were just heading back to camp when her mentor suddenly stopped and sniffed the air. Darkstripe tilted his head, narrowing his eyes for a moment. "Do you smell that?" he asked Firepaw, his voice low, though she didn't know why.

The younger feline raised her nose to the air and sniffed as well, instantly coming upon the scent her teacher smelled himself. "Blood, ThunderClan scent...and the smell of demons."

"We should check it out, see what's going on. I don't think we should fight but if a ThunderClan cat is in trouble, we have to help them. Come on."

Firepaw groaned softly as she watched her mentor dash off. Her legs and body were still throbbing from her lesson in tree walking but she had to follow after Darkstripe. With a soft sigh, she raced after him, though a part of her felt a twinge of worry at possibly having to fight one of her fellow demons.

That sentiment still stayed with her as she and Darkstripe rushed through towards the RiverClan border. The smell of blood was fresher than when they scented it before but that was the least of their worries as they found Bluestar being pinned and eaten by a massive tabby demon molly who only had the chance to turn her head at them before Darkstripe plowed into her, knocking her away from Bluestar.

As Darkstripe moved to protect Bluestar and block her from the demon, Firepaw stood over the striken leader, looking at her wounds with a slight curiousity. The bite and the claw mark were deep yet very clean. There was no sense of sloppiness to the ThunderClan leader's wounds, this was the work of a hunter who knew what she was doing and did it well.

As Firepaw continued to stared at the salvaged Bluestar, the smell of blood started to wraith around her and her senses began to focus only on that. Drool started to flood her mouth and eventually overflow her jaws, heavy drops falling on Bluestar's body.

She was alreeady unconcious and really, she was being a terrible leader. No one would miss her for long, right? Darkstripe wouldn't mind after a while and she knew her fellow demons and half-demons of the Clan wouldnt npt care at all. Sandspirit would not have to worry if her title of warrior was legit if Bluestar was gone. Really, Firepaw would be doing a good thing.

With her fangs aching, Firepaw moved to sink to fangs into Bluestar's lacerated neck, she was only stopped by the demon Darkstripe was facing, who completely dropped her guard at the sight of her.

"You...Little cu. Heavenly Viror, I never thought I would see you again!" Her words brought Firepaw back to reality, and the young cat looked up, her eyes wide. There was no one else here she knew that spoke like herself. As she stared at the older, larger tabby, memories flashed through Firepaw's mind, of warm summers and drowsy nights spent safe with her father and occasionally another with warm fur and bright eyes like this fela had. Firepaw cried out as she looked at the hunter before, her face never changed, nor the warmth of her eyes or the calming scent of her fur.

"Sister!"

Completely ignoring Darkstripe, the tabby rushed over to Firepaw, bowling her over in her excitment and joy though the younger moly didn't mind. Joyous cries and loud purring was soon heard as the two nuzzled and licked each other. They ended up in a heap, tails twined and heads bent closer together.

"Sister, my little sister who I thought lost. You're here. You're alive!" the tabby purred, licking Firepaw's face while Firepaw basked in the scent and feel of her lost sibling. For them, nothing else mattered but this moment.

But of course, reality had to come for Firepaw eventually. Darkstripe stood watching the whole exchange. While he didn't see everything, he did see Firepaw's near bite of Bluestar, but for now he would stay quiet. But this, this was something he couldn't stay silent on. Darkstripe stepped forward, his expression conflicted and maybe a little regretful but he didn't back down, even though this was supposedly Firepaw's sister. The tabby seemed to sense his mood and glared at him, her eyes narrow. Darkstripe was quick to look away, he didn't want to run the risk of falling into this molly's dangerous gaze.

"Firepaw. Bluestar is gravely injured. We need to get her to Yellowfang. I'm sorry but we have to go."

At first it seemed like Firepaw had not heard him, she stayed with her nose pressed into her sister's fur. Her eyes were closed and she suddenly seemed tense. When Darkstripe was about to call out to her again, she looked up at him, her gaze resolute.

"I'm staying with my sister."

"Firepaw! We don't have time for this! Bluestar is in danger!" Darkstripe fought to keep his voice calm but the blatant disregard Firepaw showed him was startling. Firepaw did not seemed moved.

"She is nothing more than paranoid, angry fela. She doesn't trust you or me. Why should we help her?" Her words were quiet as she huddled close to her sister, who licked behind her ear and kept her gaze on Darkstripe in case he tried anything.

"Firepaw, I understand what you're saying but we can't just leave Bluestar to die! It isn't right!"

"ignoring her Clanmates' suffering isn't right, but she allows it!" Firepaw shot back, getting to her paws. Darkstripe grimaced but kept himself calm. He had to, for all their sakes.

"I know, but that's why we have to help her, to show that despite her cruel actions lately, we are still loyal to her. Perhaps it will help her to change."

Firepaw scoffed openly at that but looked over at her sister, her expression growing sad. "But...I just found my sister. I thought I would never see her again. She's...she's the only family I have left, after my father...died. If I help you with Bluestar, can I please spend more time with her? Please Darkstripe?"

Her pleas tugged at his heart and as he looked over to the molly beside him, he felt a sense of unease. But Firepaw could be trusted and proved herself. Perhaps this molly could do the same. "If you truly feel this way towards her...then she may come with us. I saw how you reacted upon seeing each other, I won't tear you apart. But you must promise not to hurt anyone else and I will be placing a guard to watch you, is that clear?"

The molly smirked and stood, beginning to wash the blood from her fur, "Of course, I will do anything to stay by my nest-sibling's side."

XxXx

When the trio brought Bluestar back to the camp, it was hive of questions, worries and suspicions when the unfamiliar molly was noticed. Firepaw fluffed up her fur and stood closer to her sister, but being younger and smaller than her, it didn't have the desired effect of making the tabby feel completely protected. But she appreciated the gesture and nipped at the younger molly's ear affectionately.

Sandspirit was the first to go up and greet Firepaw after Darkstripe moved away to bring Bluestar to the medicine den but seeing the older molly standing so close to Firepaw made her stop in her tracks for a moment and narrow her eyes. She stiffly walked the rest of the way over to the ginger molly who called out cheerfully to her.

"Sandspirit, there is someone I'd like for you to meet. Please, come here." Firepaw then nudged the warrior closer to the tabby who bowed her head courteously at her.

"Nre'fa-o, young hunter-child." Firepaw's sister said with a slight grin, her calm demeanor doing nothing to abate Sandspirit's mood as she sat down with a bump and snorted softly.

The words were a mystery to her, but she guessed it was a greeting and she only nodded, making the other tilt her head.

"Oh...I am sorry. Oh, I am sorry, little hunter, I do not mean to offend, I will use the Higher Singing as to make you more comfortable."

Shaking her head as she didn't understand, Sandspirit turned to Firepaw, her voice unkind and annoyed. "What is she talking about? In fact, she talks like how you are now. What's going on?"

Firepaw looked over at Sandspirit, surprised by her attitude and moved to sit closer to her sister, something that made the pale warrior twitch and growl under her breath. "First, she said hello to you. And when you remained silent, she thought you were mute, so she was going to use the Higher Singing, so you could be more easily "talked" to without words."

She then turned to her sister and nuzzled her tenderly, something that made Sandspirt burn and wriggle more than Firepaw's scolding of her did. "I'm sorry, sister. I do not know why Sandspirit is acting like this. She is my...my dearest heart-friend. I thought she would be more accepting."

'Sister!? This tabby...?' the words Firepaw spoke struck Sandspirit like a blow and she lowered her ears in shame and regret. She also heard the smaller molly's words. While she didn't exactly know what a "heart-friend" was, she had a feeling that it was something important.

Sandspirit bowed her head to the tabby, her tail curling behind her. "I...am sorry. I thought that she was...someone...who had your attention, for greater than me."

Both Firepaw and her sister both looked at each other to the warrior's words and Firepaw's eyes immediately softened as understanding came to her. She left her sister's side to bury her muzzle in Sandspirit's chest fur, purring softly.

"I understand now. It's okay, we all make M'ans of ourselves sometimes. I forgive you, Sandspirit." The bigger molly sighed at this and hesitantly licked at Firepaw's ear, purring quietly.

Firepaw's watched with a slight smile on her face, her own understanding coming in as well. She could already tell why her beloved sister called this one her heart-friend. Perhaps, it wouldn't be a stretch to think that soon there would be a Joining.

She got up and walked closer to the pair, Firepaw looking up at her sister with a small smile in her face. "I would think that a Dance of Acceptance is coming in your future. I know you will make each other happy."

"Dance of Acceptance?" Sandspirit tilted her head in confusion while Firepaw let out a soft sneeze of laughter. "I'll explain it to you later."

"There is a lot you have to explain to me," Sandspirit countered, the mass of new words and pharses were threating to overwhelm her and she shook her head, trying to stay calm about it.

"Don't worry. I told you that I would speak more about myself to you and I meant it. Now that my sister is here, she could help. The two of us together would be able to show you our lives and the lives that others led. Beyond the forest that you know." Firepaw said, looking up at Sandspirit with a certain expression. Sandspirit felt like she was about to walk into something that was far different than what she already knew. And really, just hearing Firepaw talk, there was already proof in that. She nodded, looking to both Firepaw and her older sister.

"I want to learn. Please...tell me everything about yourself Firepaw...and you too, umm...heart-friend."

The tabby laughed softly at that but shook her head, her green eyes shining. Sandspirit felt like she was drifting looking into her eyes but didn't want to turn away. "Close, little hunter. But the correct term is cu'nre. Heart-friend means something much, much deeper. I am your friend. Cu'nre."

"F-friend, right. Cu'nre." Sandspirit repeated, working her tongue around the strange word but pronoucing good enough to Firepaw and her sister that they deemed it acceptable.

"You will have much to learn, but we will teach you. It will be so." the tabby promised with a smile before moving to give the two a little space. Sandspirit watched her but called out to her, making the tabby stop.

"Wait! What...What are you called? Please, tell me you're name!"

The tabby turned back to Sandspirit and smiled, tilting her head. "I did not have a naming ceromony with I was a kitling. And it has been that way for me ever since. Where I went, a name was not useful but something tells me that cannot be the case here." She paused for a moment, looking out at the sky, her smile widening a bit.

Firepaw tilted her head, wondering what kind of name her sister would choose for herself. Especially since it was unheard of for their Folk to name themselves. It was always a cermonious duty performed by an Elder.

"I wandered far in this world, seen many things. Some good, some bad. I've seen things that made my very ka tremble. But I always had a yearning for home, where my family and my best days were fondly remembered. I would always come back to where my strongest love now, that yearning has led me where my last living family, who I thought lost, is. So in honor of that, I guess you can call me Heartseeker."

A/N: And this chapter is done! For those who may be confused Heartseeker is Princess. She just has a name change since it wouldn't make much sense for her to have it in this AU. She'll be a mainstay, even if she may not stay in the Clan. Hope this chapter was interesting and as always, please enjoy.