Mattedfur, but nothing came. As she raised her head, she saw that Mattedfur had been bowled over by Sunclaw, an elderly cream-and-yellowish ThunderClan warrior. Mattedfur easily got back to her paws, and sprang at Sunclaw, knocking her to the ground. This time, Mattedfur was ready. She sank her teeth into Sunclaw's throught. "No!" Screeched Wolfheart. She tried to get to her paws, but her spine stung with enormous pain from the force of hitting the ground. Sunclaw struggled, but didn't struggle hard enough. The cat's body went limp, and Mattedfur let go, and joined back into the blood-stained battle.

No... Thought Wolfheart. Echobreeze must have noticed Wolfheart lying on the ground, because she ran over to her side. "Are you hurt?" She panted. "Mattedfur bucked me, and I landed on my back..." She coughed, as dust began to rise. "Can you get up?" Asked Echobreeze. Wolfheart was determined to try again. She pushed herself to her paws with all her might. "Yes." She panted. Echobreeze gave her a nod, and then joined back into the battle.

Wolfheart spotted Sourpaw doing her technique on an unsuspecting RiverClan cat, Mistyfoot to be exact. She fell to the ground as if she were dead, and when Mistyfoot bent over, she lunged.

Wolfheart smiled, and went for the nearest cat around, Blackclaw.

Once Wolfheart had left a nasty scar on Blackclaw's side, Leopardstar's yowl of retreat overflowed the camp, and the cat's from RiverClan poured out of the entrance.

"You took quite a blow from where you landed on your spine." Said Ripplepool. "Popyseed'll do it."

Ripplepool took a large leaf full of Poppyseed and lay it in front of Wolfheart. Wolfheart took one and chewed it fragily. "Uh...Ripplepool?" Asked Wolfheart nervously. "I haven't seen Bluewater in so long...is she okay?"

Ripplepool frowned. "I haven't told anyone yet..." She whispered. "Bluewater hasn't been around for some time now. I'm afraid something--Like a badger, must have gotten her...she wouldn't have been able to defend herself if so. Now, off you go. I will be going to highstones tonight."

Wolfheart was in shock. Another situation where a cat might not return? Ugh, what could be worse? After a while in ThunderClan, Ripplepool had decided to go from a warrior to medicine cat's apprentice, since she was still young and in good health.

She padded out of the Medicine Cat's Den, and to the fresh kill pile, where she picked out a fresh, plump mouse.

"Hello, Wolfheart." A familiar voice sounded from behind. "Sourpaw?" She asked. "How have you found me so...so easily?" Sourpaw purred with amusment. "I've learned, you mouse-brain! I know every cat's scent, I know all the tecniques for blind cats, and I'm the right age. Wolfheart, Rosepaw and I are ready to be warriors."

Wolfheart knew she was right. "You're right." She admitted. "I will attened to Fire--Shadowstar right away." She headed toward Shadowstar, who was talking with Soundstep about the morning patrol. "Shadowstar," She said when Soundstep had left. "I need to talk to you, about Sourpaw and Rosepaw. I think they should be made warriors tonight." Shadowheart smiled. "They shall then." He meowed. "If you think they're ready, anybody will."

The warrior's ceremony was about to begin. Rosepaw and Sourpaw were at the foot of the highrock, shaking with excitment. Sourpaw's small black body and emotionless eyes seemed somehow...emothional. And Rosepaw... she was smiling out of her muzzle!

"Do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code, and fight for your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do." They said together.

"Then, from now on, You, Rosepaw, will be known as Rosefur. StarClan honors you and welcomes you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

They did the ritual, where the newley assighed warrior licks the leader's shoulder.

"And, Sourpaw, you shall now be known as Sourstorm, for the tecniques you know, are of no other."

They did the same thing.

"Don't forget, you have to sit vigil tonight." Said Wolfheart, as the crowd calmed down. " I won't forget!" meowed Sourstorm excitedly, and she ran off to fecth Rosefur.

"You did very well training her." Said Shadowstar. "It wasn't easy, but I enjoyed doing it." Meowed Wolfheart. "Well...We do have three or four kits getting ready to be apprentices. But, not all at the same time. Redkit and Cheetahkit are kin. And the ones that are about a moon younger, are Pebblekit and Darkkit."

Wolfheart thought. She actually liked Pebblekit alot. She would often play-fight with Cheetahkit, the other female kit, and always would pin Cheetahkit before many heartbeats. She wouldn't mention wanting to get Pebblekit, but she would pray to StarClan, and hope that there was some sort of chance.

"Good catch!" Called Wolfheart after Hazelheart. She had just caught a mouse with the speed of a WindClan cat. "Thanks!" Hazelheart's sound was muffled by the mouse. "Lets go and collect the others we have already caught, and take them back to camp." Suggested Wolfheart. "Will you need some help?" It was Ravenpelt. "We could both help out." Barley appeared behind the black cat. "Of course!" Hazelheart spoke before Wolfheart ever could.

Once all the prey had been dug up (Two mice, a vole and a chaffinch), Barley, Ravenpaw, Wolfheart and Hazelheart all headed back to camp, carrying a piece of prey in each of their mouths.

They set the prey on the fresh-kill pile gently.

Memories stung Wolfheart of her and Grayheart bringing back fresh kill as apprentices. I must go see one of my RiverClan friends... She thought. But who...?

Who had always treated her fairly....Besides her beloved sister, Grayheart, who had died in a battle?

Then it hit her.

An old friend, who was now the Medicine Cat of RiverClan.