A.N. 'Book' two~ :D Allegiances at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.

"What?" Ravenstar questioned, leaping towards the group of four cats. Scorchpaw watched as they all shrunk back as one, clearly terrified of what the huge black tom might do. "What do you mean not here? They have to be! They live here!"

"T-they don't," Fawnstep stammered.

"There is absolutely no scent of cat anywhere," Creekstone put in lightly.

Ravenstar visibly deflated. "They have to be here. They just have to be…"

Tawnythroat moved over to stand beside her mate, resting her sandy-colored tail on his large black shoulder. Willowmist, who had gone to look for the Clans, was looking at her father with what looked to be tears in her eyes. Scorchpaw found this a shock, since Willowmist was usually quite bubbly.

The black tom near shoved his mate away. Scorchpaw thought for a moment he spotted angry tears in her eyes, but he quickly decided it must have been a trick of the light. This was Ravenstar he was talking about. He knew how to handle everything.

Didn't he?

Scorchpaw watched as the tom squared his shoulders carefully, standing as tall as he could—mind you, it was pretty tall. The cats of SkyClan stepped back mechanically, intimidated. Ravenstar didn't seem to mind the fact that his Clan was terrified of him. In fact, he almost looked like he wanted to entertain their fears. He bared his teeth in frustration, letting out a hiss before turning to face them.

"The Clans have gone," he growled. "And we are left on our own again. Where we are going next, I don't know. Any other brilliant ideas?" he hissed, clearly irritated that he had led his Clan wrong.

"Why don't we just make a home here?" Lionpaw piped up.

Ravenstar gave the dark golden cat a look that screamed 'stupid tom.' However, it was apparent that the leader knew better than to insult an apprentice. He already wasn't looking to good in the eyes of his Clan. Or, at least, that's what he thought.

"There is obviously a reason the Clan's left," Ravenstar explained, looking like he was trying very hard to not lash out at the small cat.

"Maybe they didn't leave!" Copperspots suggested.

"So you're saying they just vanished into thin air?" Ravenstar scoffed. "As if."

"Well, what if they were wiped out by something?" Jayspots added.

"Yes, let's live here so we can be destroyed, too," Ravenstar meowed sarcastically. "Brilliant, really."

Scorchpaw could tell cats were running out of ideas. "What are we supposed to do?" he questioned. "Go after them again? How would we find them?

"What if there are cats living nearby who knew where they went?" Cloud-dew asked.

"Unlikely," Ravenstar put in. "The nearest cats are probably kittypets, and I doubt they're know anything."

A sigh sounded beside Scorchpaw. She turned to see Meadowpaw looking depressed. Her light brown shoulders were hunched, her usually bright green eyes large and sad. "What's up?" he asked, feeling generous.

"I'm just sick of this," Meadowpaw groaned. "Why does finding a home have to be so difficult?" she complained.

"I don't know," Scorchpaw sympathized, surprising himself. "I just don't know. But whining about it won't change anything," he added quietly. He was confused. The she-cat was usually so bubbly and optimistic. Now she just seemed depressed.

"I know," Meadowpaw sighed. "But what good is bickering about it, either?"

"They're not…bickering. They're…suggesting things." Badly.

Meadowpaw sighed again. "I wonder if StarClan has spoken with Fawnstep," she trailed off.

"I doubt it. She would have told us, I'm sure of it," Scorchpaw decided.

The brown apprentice looked doubtful, but Scorchpaw didn't pursue the subject. He felt the strong urge to comfort him somehow, though. He just didn't know how. He stood by awkwardly before nuzzling her hesitantly. He heard her purr and knew he had done well.

ALLEGIANCES

SkyClan

Leader: Ravenstar- Huge black tom with scary dark blue eyes

Apprentice: Spiderpaw

Deputy: Creekstone- Dark golden tom with icy blues

Apprentice: Spottedpaw

Medicine Cat: Fawnstep- Light brown she-cat with flecks of white on her back and flanks; brown eyes

Apprentice: Thymepaw

Medicine Cat Apprentice: Thymepaw- Small, cream-colored tom with piercing dark green eyes

Warriors: Willowmist- Small, pretty silver-brown she-cat with soft green eyes

Apprentice: Meadowpaw

Bristlehaze- Large sandy-colored tom with faint ginger stripes and dark blue eyes

Apprentice: Puddlepaw

Sagepatch- Small light gray she-cat with black patches on her back and green eyes.

Copperspots- Sleek black she-cat with sandy flecks on her back; ice blue eyes

Thornstrike- Large dark brown tom with dark amber eyes

Tawnythroat- Sandy-colored she-cat with a darker patch of tawny on her throat and chest; green eyes

Apprentice: Scorchpaw

Jayspots- Bright silver tom with two splotches of black on his back; dark blue eyes

Aspenfrost- Large white tom with two splashes of black on his back; has a black paw and ear; green eyes.

Smokestripe- Large smoky-gray tom with a wide stripe of white across his back; dark blue eyes

Apprentice: Lionpaw

Darkmoon- Off-white-colored tom with dark blue eyes

Apprentice: Mistpaw

Cloud-dew- Small white she-cat with sparkling blue eyes

Apprentice: Creampaw

Apprentices: Meadowpaw- Light brown she-cat with a white chest and paws; green eyes

Mentor: Willowmist

Creampaw- Pure white she-cat with dark amber eyes

Mentor: Cloud-dew

Scorchpaw- Dark reddish-brown tom with dark amber eyes

Mentor: Tawnythroat

Thymepaw- Small, cream-colored tom with piercing dark green eyes

Mentor: Fawnstep

Meadowpaw- Fluffy gray she-cat with ice blue eyes

Mentor: Bristlehaze

Mistpaw- Skinny black she-cat with green eyes

Mentor: Darkmoon

Spottedpaw- Tortishell she-cat with amber eyes

Mentor: Thornstrike

Lionpaw- Fluffy dark golden tom with green eyes

Mentor: Smokestripe

Spiderpaw- Black tom with one green eye and one blue eye

Mentor: Ravenstar

Queens: None

Kits: None

Elders: Smudgenose- Pure white tom with a spot of black on/around his nose; blue eyes

Gingerflight- Ginger she-cat with dark amber eyes

A.N. Sorry for the short chapter. It's sort of like a prologue, if you will. So…it has a right to be short, right?