Ok, hi!

This is my new fic. It is a sequel so I suggest that before you read it, you do the following things: Go to my profile, click on the Shade of WoodClan, Read the Shade of WoodClan, review the Shade of WoodClan.

You never know, this might make sense without reading the prequel but I highly doubt it.

Anyhoo, on with the fic:)

Nothing stirred in the forest; Lark made sure of that. He slid through the trees like a liquid shadow. Nothing heard his pawsteps on the frozen ground, not even a mouse. But Lark's calm demeanour was deceiving. Inside, he was raging.

The trees thinned in front of him and he found himself stalking down a hill, clear of all shrubs. There was a stone wall at the bottom of the slope but that was no obstacle for Lark. He quietly cleared the wall, his huge size allowing him to step over it in one fluid motion.

On the other side of the wall, less trees were visible, a few scattered irregularly over the marshy ground. Lark shrugged. So what if there was less cover; he wasn't worried about other animals. Not even a badger could take him down. He wasn't weak, unlike his brother Cloud.

Cloud had been killed, just a few hours beforehand. No, not by a badger or a dog or even a fox. He had met his end at the paws of two puny she-cats that couldn't have been much older than four seasons. In Lark's opinion, you couldn't get much weaker than that.

Lark felt no grief at his brother's passing, just a burning rage. Cloud had promised him so much that now could not possibly be fulfilled. Broken promises surrounded his brother, they always had. Cloud had always promised something to Lark, most of the time something that he couldn't get, to enlist his brother's services. Lark had never felt any pleasure in killing other cats. Cloud was the blood-thirsty one, the one who had to invade and slaughter. He could never just be.

Lark shook his massive head and banished thoughts of his brother from it. Cloud was gone. He could do what he wanted now. Lark looked up at the upcoming mountains and smiled. The mountains would be good for him, a new start, in the only place in the world that made him feel small.

Not that far away, in WoodClan's warriors den, Foxwhisker shifted in his sleep. He was dreaming.

He padded along a narrow pathway, surrounded by huge slabs of rock, his light ginger fur puffed up against the cold. The place was marked by a single fir tree and a stream that trickled rapidly down the path. Foxwhisker had no control over where his paws were taking him and his stomach gave a sickening jolt when they jumped up to land on a precarious stone ledge, several metres above solid ground.

From here, he could see where he really was. He was in the mountain range that lay just across from WaterClan's territory. The peaks towered many, many foxlengths above his head, their entire forms covered with the snow and ice that came with the season of Leafbare.

Suddenly, his paws crept quietly forward, stopping where the ledge disappeared into a sheer, vertical drop. Trembling, Foxwhisker peered over the edge and gasped.

Down below, in the space between two tall mountains, several cats were gathered. Their coats were thick and long to help them survive in the harsh mountain conditions. As he watched, one of the cats, a white tom, lifted his head to look at Foxwhisker, his blue eyes hostile and challenging. With a flick of his tail, he summoned two other cats to his side. Foxwhisker watched, horrified, as the white tom and his companions climbed up the cliff using rocks that jutted out of precipice. They ascended with amazing dexterity and agility, well more than even the swiftest cats in WoodClan. They were headed straight for him.

Foxwhisker was no match for all three cats at once. He tried to flee but his paws were not paying any attention. Panicking, he watched the cats draw closer and closer until it would only take them one more leap to slice their claws over his throat.

The scene suddenly blacked out and Foxwhisker could not see anything, not even his own body. A voice like thunder rumbled in his ears. "You must go to the mountains, Foxwhisker, and help the flying star reach his full potential. But, beware a stripe of snow, for it is hiding something. Something unexpected and...familiar."

Foxwhisker felt fear and confusion at these words. "But why? Why me?" he tried to shout but his voice did not sound in the crushing darkness.

"You must go," the voice echoed over and over again, until it eventually died away.

Foxwhisker's eyes snapped open.

Ok, so that's the prologue:)

Yeah, I know, I suck at messages from StarClan but... yeah.

I'll post the alligances on the next page!