Summary: BloodClan has fallen into chaos. With the death of Scourge and Bone, many different cats vie for the vacated position of leader. Frost, a young she-cat caught in the crossfire, escapes with like-minded others and create a new Clan at the base of the mountains. But will a bloody prophecy that brings old Clans and new alike together be the ruin of this newfound peace?

A/N: I have deicded that this and Dawnstar's Glory will be the only two stories on a fixed update schedule. I'm sorry for fans of Woods and Origins, but I'm way too overworked right now to tackle more than this.

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Frost panted, her paws rising clouds of dust as she pounded around the corner of an alley in Twolegplace. She could hear the ferocious yowls of the pursuing cats behind her, lackeys of Night, a rival cat trying to become the next Scourge by emulating his brutality.

He's hardly going to become the next leader of BloodClan if he murders us all! She distractedly thought in some small corner of her mind as she strove to reach the meeting place ahead of the pursuing cats.

She skidded around a corner….

And come to a screeching halt. Oh, no! Advancing down the alley towards her was Night himself, with Patch and Moon on either side of him. Night smiled cruelly, exposing his long fangs. "Hello, Frost."

Frost could not remember why she became a contender for leading in the first place, considering she had almost none of the qualities she would need to lead in a place like this. She hated fighting, would only do it if pressed, and never killed if she could help it. But her mouse-brained brother had spread the idea that she was going to several other cats vying for the position of leader had taken offense. Night, for one.

So when Frost had caught wind of the fact that some cats were planning to leave, she had immediately jumped on the bandwagon. She was, in fact, heading to the gathering place where they were all supposed to go before leaving when the pieces of crowfood had jumped her.

She sat slowly, aware of the fact that her pursuers were padding up behind her. Ignoring them, she said calmly "Night. Good to see you again." The foul old tom purred in amusement, a reek of crowfood washing over Frost. "I think you know why I'm here, Frost. So nice to catch you on your own." He stood up and walked away, but Moon and Patch remained, as did the cats bhind her.

Night glanced over his shoulder.

"Kill her."

And all at once, the sky fell in on Frost's head. Or so it seemed. In reality, it was six cats in slightly better condition then Frost, all attacking at once. She fought, certainly, but it was hopeless. She felt, rather then heard, a low, raspy purr rumble in her ear. Then, ever so slowly, a set of fangs descended onto her neck for the killing bite……

I guess this is it, she thought. I'll never see the outside world….

And then the teeth were yanked away from her neck, and a shocked yowl rang out.