All that I'v got.

[Loki]

"Whitepaw?" Called Tigerflame softly, "Whitepaw are you there?"
He passed cautiously through the dark forest, the dead leaves crunching under his paws as he looked around.
"White?" He persisted. He heard howls of terror and surprise and galloped madly in the direction of these familiar cries.
"No!" He cried, "I can save you, I can! Please wait!"
He came back to the place he hated the most. The clearing where it all went down hill.
He found himself standing with the cat who did it.
A smaller black tom was there too, his face scarred, his blue eyes peering hungrily through the thicket as the she-cat spoke.
Her voice sickening to her ears, "We need to do this together, Sinface!"
He too looked through the thicket. There they were.
Lokistar lead the whole of Tawnyclan down towards the redhills. Standing next to the border was a young, proud, flame tabby tom.
He looked back at a beautiful grey she-cat, her paws, tail, muzzle and ears all tipped with white.
"Be careful!" warned the younger Tigerflame as Darkcloud stumbled.

The border was marked with the lining of the two hawthorn bushes, a muddy track where constant Abbysclan patrols had set and the
Tawnyclan cats looked nervously across. Lokistar was the only one with her icy cold eyes set on where they were going.
Darkcloud stumbled and before she fell Whitepaw ran to support her, though she had briefly crossed the border.
Tigerflame saw The large white she-cat hiss and he yowled; "NO!"
but she charged on catching Whitepaw with her dewclaw and dragged her backwards as she howled in pain.
Sinface had left to protect the savage monster!
Tigerflame followed, helplessly clawing at her eyes yet nothing happened. His younger form charged across and clashed with Sinface.
Tawnyclan caught sight and turned to charging back down the border towards them but Whitepaw was dead, Cunningheart hurled curses at Tigerflame who howled in terror and she darted off with the black tom by her side, Whitepaw's helpless body dangling from her jaws.
The scene began to fade, Tigerflame's cries falling distant as he watched himself as a kit. His mother washing him proudly and his siblings play fighting. "I want to be the best warrior!" He squeaked and mother purred, "And your dream will come true."
but they were walking away, mother, brother, sisters and the warriors, what was left of his old clan disappearing. He turned and looked up at Lokistar. She was grey in the muzzle, her eyes were glazed as she watched them disappear with him.
It faded again and he fell, plunging into what seemed like water as the pretty she-cat he desired played eagerly with
the very monsters she was trying to hid from. They faded but no more but darkness began to follow. Then a laughing, high and cold. claws reached out to slash him and...

Tigerflame awoke. The sound of water bubbling in the stream that crossed the middle of the camp filled his ears.
the wind whispered coldly and he looked out towards the leaders den; for he always slept next to the entrance.
Lokistars heavy and numbered, breathes could be heard. He narrowed his eyes. He felt worse than lonely...

Wolffang woke with a start. He looked around to see what had awoken him.
He saw Tigerflame; head buried in his paws as his muscular shoulders shuddered with the effort of
crying...