Sequel to Wish upon a Star. Check that out first.

If you're an old fan, WELCOME BACK! This is Windy Nights, the sequel, as said before, to my absolute favorite story of mine, Wish upon a Star. Wish upon a Star was adopted by me from Crescentclaw. She is amazing.

I'm not replying to any reviews from the last chapter of WuaS, because I'll just make another AN chapter of that and add story content.

Set a moon after WuaS.

Prologue

"Apprentice he may be, but he has courage and skill to match many warriors. One day he might make a fine leader of WindClan." –Deadfoot, Midnight, Prologue

Cold.

All the smoky-gray deputy knew was cold. Cold and white; white, the color of the ground he trudged in, supporting his slipping leader, who was not only slipping in the snow, but in his mind as well.

"Onestar," The nearly-black tomcat meowed, "Can you make it much farther?"

The light brown tabby glared at his deputy. "Of all things I've been through, Crowfeather, I think I can handle some snowflakes."

Crowfeather glanced up. Some snowflakes- right, only some. Crowfeather could barely see his icy whiskers right in front of him.

A cry rang in his ears- a cry he was slightly familiar with, the one of a WindClan queen. Losing another kit in the freezing cold. Loud voices comforted her, yelling above the wind.

"How much farther?" A kit whined. "I'm cold and I want mama!"

Crowfeather awkwardly glanced at the kit. "Not much farther now."

Onestar hissed. "Nightclan should have never been made!"

Crowfeather didn't reply. Though he agreed, he wanted to save his breath and energy.

All of a sudden, Onestar fell. Crowfeather nudged him again to get up, but the tom wouldn't budge. "Onestar?" No reply.

"Onestar." Crowfeather firmly meowed. Then he got a bit concerned. "Onestar!"

He was losing a life. Crowfeather remembered Onestar losing a life immediately after Harespring lost his one. He shuddered. "We can't afford to stop much longer."

Onestar got up a moment later and weakly stood up. "I'm weak from recovery. I should hang in the back… You lead, Crowfeather, go on."

"I am not leaving you behind!" Rabbit-brain. I'm not leaving him, because he'll just wander off somewhere or die!

"You won't be. I'll stay in the back." Onestar began to slow his pace, but Crowfeather cuffed his ear with his tail.

"You walk with me, because we need someone to look up to, to lead us! Stay up here with me."

Onestar fell again. Crowfeather watched as the tom lay still. Another life lost. How many did he have left?

"Onestar?" He asked after the skinny tom stood. "How many are left?"

"Three. I'm not going to lie." Onestar murmured. Crowfeather almost didn't catch it.

Crowfeather sighed and called for Whitetail to support his other side. Onestar's mate was the second strongest of the group, though she was aging a bit, so she would help a lot.

"Thanks." Onestar whispered. Crowfeather began to worry. His leader's eyes looked icy and blank as if they were blind. Onestar looked too thin to be healthy, and tiny icicles were on the tips of his whiskers. In fact, ice was probably on everyone's whiskers.

"Onestar? Can… You see anything?" He asked slowly.

Onestar took a few minutes to reply. "No. I see darkness. That is all." He lifted his chin. "But I'm still strong. The reason I'm blind is quite unknown, I assure you, but I can lead this group just as well as before!"

Crowfeather nodded and shared a glance with Whitetail. She lowered her gaze.

Crowfeather glanced back to see how many were left. Five or six had fallen back, and he called to them. "Stick together! We're close to shelter, I can feel it." And it was true: Crowfeather knew shelter was nearby.

If only Windclan could survive until they get there. Then, after the long storm, they would plan to find the lake again and destroy Nightclan.

Chapter one will be up soon, and this will be a double or triple POV story.

I have no idea what the new prophecy is, so. Yeah. I might find a prophecy generator and just go with that, lol.