Hey guys~ the sequel for Falling Sun is finally here!(If you haven't read it, please read and review)

And did I tell you what season it was when they left? If I did, sorry, but let's just assume it's leaf-bare now.

Chapter 1

"Dark! Stop that!" Fallpaw squealed in shock as a chunk of snow landed squarely on her head. Dark's black head stuck out like a beacon in the freshly fallen snow. His amber eyes twinkled with amusement. "I don't think so." He scraped another pawful of snow and hurled it at her.

Jumping nimbly to the side, Fallpaw swatted a spray of snow towards him. Dark, paws stuck halfway in the snowbank, yowled, but it was quickly muffled by the snow now covering his mouth. He choked and spluttered, "Hey! Not fair!"

"Oh, yeah?" Fallpaw leaped over to dig him out. But as soon as she sank her paw into the snow, Dark began to sink.

"Hey!" he complained. "Stop that!"

Fallpaw rolled her eyes. "Mouse-brain, I'm trying to get you out! Don't squirm like that; you'll sink faster."

Dark finally found a solid chunk of snow to push against, and he leaped out of the snow and right into Fallpaw.

Letting out a stifled mrrow of surprise, they rolled over and over until they came to a stop. Fallpaw stood up and planted her paw on Dark's chest. "Ha! Surrender, fox-heart!"

Dark exploded out of the snow and bowled her to the ground, his eyes gleaming. "Now it's your turn to surrender."

"No, it's not." Fallpaw complained, but after a few tries, she was still under Dark's paws. She sighed. "All right. I surrender. Now can we go hunt?"

Dark released his grip, and Fallpaw sat up, shaking her ruffled fur. A cloud of powder erupted around her. Dark sneezed. "Hey, watch where you're shaking, will you?"

Fallpaw purred and ran off, hitting Dark lightly on the shoulder with her tail as she went. "Come on, I'm starving!"

Together, they raced across the snow laden ground, dodging snowbanks and trees. To Fallpaw's horror, the tree's branches also had snow on them, and often fell without warning. Dark discovered this the hard way when a ton of snow landed squarely on his back. He let out a grunt of annoyance while Fallpaw rolled around, mr-rowing with laughter. "Great S-starclan! Y-you should see wh-what just—"

"Stop it!" Dark complained good-naturedly, shaking snow off his pelt, and they continued on through the forest.

After what seemed like eternity, they finally reached the edge of the tree-line. Fallpaw scampered enthusiastically up the slope, though her stomach was still rumbling from lack of food. She couldn't wait to see what lay before them.

But when she did, she wished she never had.

"Where's the forest? The old territories?" She pressed against Dark, trembling. "I knew Twolegs had torn it up, but… not this."

A vast plain of Twoleg dens stretched across the land, a few with artificial light shining out of the windows. Fire-beasts roared down the spaces between them, spraying dirty snow into the air. A few Twoleg kits were playing in the shade of a tree—the only one in sky-lengths around. There was no sign that their clans had ever stood there.

A horrible thought struck Fallpaw. "Where's Ravenpaw? And Barley?"

Ever since kithood, she had heard stories of the two loners, one a member of Thunderclan, and the other of Bloodclan. From what she had heard, they had lived in a barn near Moonstone, in Mothermouth—

"Where's the Moonstone?" Fallpaw exclaimed. "Great Starclan, no…"

Her voice died in her throat. The sacred place, where hundreds of deputies and medicine cats had communed with Starclan, was gone. The forest where generations of warriors had lived and died was torn up. In the distance, she could see the gorge, where Bluestar had died, but the water, which Graystripe had described as sparkling clean, was now a dull brown.

Dark shuddered. "This was where you lived, moons ago?"

"No." Fallpaw murmured. "But our clans did. But it was so different…"

Dark nosed her gently. "Don't worry. We can get past this. It'll be fine."

She nodded mutely. Together, they jumped over a wooden fence, and just like that, they were in the Twoleg place.

"Eww." Fallpaw wrinkled her nose. The Thunderpath she had seen before was nothing like what she now smelled. It was a hundred times worse, making her gag and her eyes water. "Why—" she coughed. "Do monsters have to be so smelly?"

Dark purred, but choked on the dusty air. "Who knows? Can we walk on the fences? I think there'll be less smoke up there."

"Alright." Fallpaw agreed. It sounded like a good plan. "And we don't have to worry about being hit, either."

They jumped up easily, and stood precariously on the thin, smooth material. Fallpaw shivered. "How do you balance on this thing? I can hardly stand, let alone walk!"

Dark tried to turn around, and his tail whipped Fallpaw on the head, nearly knocking her off. "Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry." Dark's whiskers twitched. "Maybe you could back off a bit? Let me have some space."

"Okay." Fallpaw inched backwards, not letting herself lift a paw off the ground. That was way too risky, even for her.

Dark managed to get on four legs, wobbling like he was going to fall off any second. He glanced back at Fallpaw. "Try it! It isn't that hard."

"Oh, no." Fallpaw's voice shook as she looked at the ground below. It seemed very, very far away. "I am not going to stand on this thi—"

She broke off with a screech as Dark bit her tail. She jumped up, and, to her surprise, found herself standing on the fence. She glared at Dark. "What was that for?"

Dark grinned. "Well, it got you on your feet didn't it?"

Fallpaw grinned wickedly. "Yes, and now, I'll have my revenge!"

"Uh oh." Dark backed off, forcing himself to look nervous, but a smile tugged at his mouth. "A small puny apprentice is going to shred me. Help?"

With a roar, Fallpaw leaped toward him. Dark spun around and ran off, his feet skimming across the thin surface. Fallpaw felt a thrill of delight. This wasn't too hard!

Just then, Dark skidded to a halt. Fallpaw stumbled and nearly fell off. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Be quiet." Dark hissed. "Other cats."

Fallpaw crept up behind him. "How many?"

"One." Dark whispered. "We might be able to beat him, but let's not take any chances."

They were slowly padding back when a voice called, "Wait! I have to talk to you!"

Fallpaw looked behind them. She could vaguely see a silhouette of a cat running in the shadows of a Twoleg den. She glanced at Dark, then stared back at the cat. "Who is it? Why should we trust you?"

"Because I'm a friend." He stepped out into the bright sunlight, white-tipped tail flicking in the air. "I'm Ravenpaw."