This was what was originally going to be No Matter What, but then I uploaded the wrong document by mistake, because I actually had two versions of that one…. It is all explained in Chapter 100. Enjoy! :3

"I'll help guard and protect my Clan no matter what!" mewed Dawnpaw. It was time for Dawnpaw's warrior ceremony. She had just gotten back from her journey, and it was time for her to become a warrior.

"Even though you were a slave for many moons before?" some cat called out from the crowd at the bottom of the Great Rock.

This was true, Dawnpaw realized. She had been a slave for nearly seven and a half moons before Stripepaw and Leopardpaw had come to rescue her. Stripepaw had been a slave for five moons at one time, from the time she turned seven moons to the time she turned eleven moons; she wasn't any less worthy than Stripepaw just because she'd been a slave longer!

"I am no less worthy!" she yowled. "I have been training hard ever since I got back, and although I am much older than what a normal warrior would be on the day of their ceremony, that doesn't make me any better or worse!"

Cherrystar laughed. "Okay." Then she looked up to StarClan. "I, Cherrystar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Dawnpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to defend and protect and defend your Clanmates, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," mewed Dawnpaw.

"Then from this moment, Dawnpaw, you shall be known as Dawnheart. StarClan admires your courage and determination, and we welcome you as a full warrior of MistClan."

"Dawnheart! Dawnheart!" cheered her Clan. Dawnheart felt her ears grow hot with embarrassment—and was that pride? Yes, it was!

I am proud of my heritage and of my place in the Clan! I shall serve ThunderClan for as long as I can! Dawnheart thought happily.

Here's an excerpt of something which I lost the document for (Pale Feelings was rather good):

It was time for a daily torture session for Palepaw. Since her "mate", or, rather, her slave master, was the leader, he tortured her best. She walked slowly up to the ledge where the leader made his den, her paws bogged down with dead, and her mind spinning in fear.

"Why, hello, Palepaw," her leader, Clawstar, greeted her. From the tone of his voice nobody would have ever guessed that he had ill intentions for Palepaw. But, alas, he did; and, if you listened very closely, and watched very closely, you could just see the menacing gleam in his eyes, and hear the underlying menacing tone of his voice.

She trembled, and at a tail flick from him, she lay down in front of him. He laughed.

"You know, Palepaw," he began slowly, "you are the MOST OBEDIENT SLAVE I HAVE EVER HAD!!!!" And then, with that, he sunk his claws deep into her belly.