Hello, all! Remember book 1 of Untold Secrets? Well, since I got enough reviews, and since I finished Heart of Fire: Pool of Cinders Book 1, I'm writing the second book! YAY! –dances- Well, anyways, umm…here's the prologue.

PROLOGUE

"Are you sure I'm doing this right, Thornclaw?" Lightpaw asked after practicing a complicated (well, to her it was complicated) battle move. Thornclaw nodded. "I'm positive. Ashenpaw, you're doing a great job as well."

"Okay." Still unsure, Lightpaw prepared to perform the move again. She was to leap, wait for Ashenpaw to slide about halfway underneath her, grab him by the head, and flip him over onto the ground along with her, then wrestle him so she could pin him down.

"Ready?" Brackenfur asked, sitting down beside Thornclaw, his brother. "Go!"

Lightpaw sprang at Ashenpaw, who slithered under her belly like a snake. Unsheathing her claws slightly, she grabbed his head but it slipped out of her paws. Ashenpaw managed to dart out of the way before Lightpaw crashed to the ground in a dazed heap of golden-brown-striped fur.

"Are you okay?" Thornclaw asked, twitching his whiskers. Lightpaw scrambled to her paws, embarrassed. "Yeah. Can we try it the other way now?"

Brackenfur nodded. "Whenever you guys are ready, start."

Ashenpaw leaped this time. Lightpaw flexed her muscles and pressed her body against the ground as she squirmed under his belly. She could feel his black fur tickling her spine. Ashenpaw took her head in his paws, flung her over his head, and dropped her as he fell to his paws against the sand.

"Great job, Ashenpaw," Brackenfur meowed, flicking his tail. Lightpaw sighed. He had done a good job; better than she had even on her best try. She stood and shook the sand from her coat.

I guess I'm just tired from meeting with Stonepaw, Lightpaw thought. Her gray ShadowClan friend had gone through starvation and malnourishment about a quarter moon ago. ThunderClan had lent the ShadowClan cats some of their territory, but the Clan still didn't have enough prey to last all leaf-bare. Lightpaw had hunted for ShadowClan, met up with Stonepaw's sister Shadepaw every other dawn, and given her the prey. It was against the warrior code, but Lightpaw just couldn't tolerate Stonepaw, Shadepaw, Frostpaw (his other sister), or his mother Snowbird, die because of starvation.

Lightpaw also noticed how Nightpaw and Ashenpaw were both incredibly skilled fighters. It was as if they were already trained, but if they were, wouldn't Thrushpaw and Lightpaw be trained as well? Ashenpaw and Nightpaw were both better than Lightpaw separately at fighting. She wished she had the amazing strength that they both had.

Lightpaw…

Was that the wind? A voice in her head? Lightpaw glanced around. Thornclaw and Brackenfur were chatting while Ashenpaw practiced a fighting move that she'd never seen before.

Come…

Come? Come where? She took a couple pawsteps forward, closer to the WindClan border.

No…

The wrong way. Lightpaw turned and crept past both mentors and her brother.

"Where am I going?" Lightpaw whispered, as if the wind would answer her. It ruffled her fur, rippling it forward more. Maybe that was a sign. She continued padding onwards until she reached the edge of the sandy clearing.

"Farther?" Lightpaw asked quietly. The wind picked up, almost knocking her over forward. Grumbling about why she was doing this at all, Lightpaw trekked on into the forest.

Cave…

"Cave?" Lightpaw echoed. She crouched down and crept a couple more pawsteps forward into the undergrowth. She could see no caves anywhere around her.

Cave…

"There are no caves!" Lightpaw wailed in frustration. Suddenly, she heard giggling, and Icepaw and Foxpaw padded out from behind a couple close trees. "You fell for it!"

Lightpaw growled and sprang onto Foxpaw. "You badgerbrain!" she hissed playfully as she cuffed him on the head.

"We're the badgerbrains?" Icepaw giggled. "You're the one who fell for our trick!"

"You two," Lightpaw mewed, "are the worst."

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"Are you sure she's one of the three you want?" Cinderpelt glanced at Bluestar, who nodded. "Lightpaw, Ashenpaw, and Thrushpaw. Nightpaw…she needs to be able to communicate with Ashenpaw in their dreams. We must block Tigerstar and Hawkfrost from them!"

"Nightstar?" Bluestar turned to the thin black tom. "Who are your choices?"

Nightstar touched his nose to the pool of water, and two cats appeared. One was a gray tom and a tortoiseshell she-cat. "Good choices. Are you sure about…?" Bluestar gestured to the tortoiseshell.

Nightstar hissed. "She is an amazing fighter. She will do well on this trip."

"Tallstar, choose," Crookedstar meowed. Tallstar placed his nose against the surface of the water. This time, two cats appeared-a dark gray tabby she-cat and a pale gray tom.

Bluestar nodded. "Great. They're very strong and wise."

Crookedstar dipped his head and placed his nose against the water. "Are those…those are kits!" Nightstar stuttered.

"Yes, but by the time comes, they'll be apprentices," Crookedstar explained, his eyes shining. "You don't think they're okay?"

"They're wonderful, Crookedstar," Bluestar assured. "We'll just have the other apprentices watch out for them closer."

Tallstar nodded. "So it's done. Spottedleaf, Barkface, Runningnose, and Mudfur. Go ahead and launch the dreams."

There will be the young and helpless, to be saved by the nine from the darkness, the storm, the breeze, and the water…and will arise to great things…

Sucky prophecy, I know, but bear with me. Prophecies are hard to think of, so don't complain to me that it sucks. I know it does. Well, that was kind of long for a prologue, longer than the prologue in the first book, but at least it's slightly reasonable. I think…

xx-Starfall-xx