I'm back with Chapter 2!

Foxtail of StormClan - I know the flank thing is kind of weird and has no point, but the effect will kick in later on in the story, if I don't change my mind. But thanks!

PopCat - Thank you!

Dovewing: *prances in* Hi! I'm Dovewing, and I'm awesome because I'm super amazing and I have magical powers! Everyone love me!

Me: Stop being a stuck-up little *****, Dovewing.

Bumblestripe: *follows Dovewing* My love, come back to me!

Tigerheart: Ha ha, mouse-brain, Dovewing likes me! She even broke up with you to be with me!

Bumblestripe: WHAT NO HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE *starts sobbing*

Dovewing: *ignores* I AM BEAUTIFUL I AM QUEEN I AM #GOALS

Me: No, you're not. *waves tail* Cleaning crew, get these scumbags out of here.

Tigerheart: HEY I DIDN'T SAY THE DISCLAIMER YET- OW OW STOP PULLING MY FUR OFF DO YOU WANT ME TO END UP BALD?!

Bumblestripe: *gets dragged off while crying for Dovewing*

Dovewing: NO DON'T STEAL MY ATTENTION I DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS

Me: Anyways, disclaimer, disclaimer, blah blah blah, potatoes. This is Chapter 2. Also this chapter will be written in Clover's POV, if you remember her as one of Lightning's elite cats from last chapter. She'll play an important part later.

"Lightning?" Clover cautiously padded into her leader's den. Her chocolate-colored tabby pelt blended in perfectly with the den walls, and her green eyes were like shards of ice in the fading sunlight. Behind her, Blaze and Sparrow paced anxiously in front of the entrance.

Lightning was curled up in his nest of fur, his striped pale ginger tail wrapped around his forepaws. He lifted his head as Clover came closer. "Are the patrols done?"

Clover bowed her head. "Yes, Lightning." She hesitated for a bit. "And we brought back some news."

The black-striped tabby rose, stretching his legs, before padding to the entrance. "News can wait until sunset," he growled. "I will hear it when all the patrols are back."

Sparrow tried to step forward to argue, but Clover slapped her tail over the tom's mouth. "Don't contradict the leader," she warned.

Hissing, the red tabby tom turned on her. "We all know you want to stick with Lightning just because you have a crush on him. Just because he's leader doesn't mean he's always right! Why can't you realize that, instead of padding after him and blindly following his orders?"

"That's not true!" Clover gasped. Her pelt burned. How did he find out?

Sparrow glared at her one last time before leaping out of Lightning's den. Blaze followed, sending an apologetic glance back at Clover.

The brown she-cat flattened her ears against her head, instinctively lowering into an attack stance. She had kept her secret well guarded, but sometimes it almost made her want to become part of Lightning's flank...

"Dewdrop!" Clover squeaked happily, running over to her mother while her littermate, Fawn, stumbled behind.

Dewdrop gently licked the top of Clover's head. "Remember to play nice with your sister, okay?"

"But she can't fight!" Clover protested, glaring at Fawn, who shrunk back into her mother's pelt.

"So she can't." Dewdrop answered, guiding Fawn with her tail to the front. "But she has other qualities that will make her useful."

Clover gazed curiously at the lithe, delicate figure of Fawn. "What will she do when she's older?"

"You two will both become important parts of this forest," Dewdrop mewed reassuringly. "Clover, strive to become part of the leader's elite group. Never be afraid of any other cat. And Fawn..."

The pale gray she-cat turned to her younger daughter. "You will become very crucial to the leader. The survival of the forest will depend on you."

"Really?" Fawn looked up fearfully at her mother.

Clover lashed her tiny tail. "Why can't the survival of the forest depend on me?" she wailed.

"Someday, when I am long gone from this world, you will come to understand how different your lives will be." Dewdrop nudged Fawn and Clover towards their den. "But now, get some rest. I'll be there for you in the morning."

Sighing, Clover slipped out of her leader's den. She was curious how her sister was getting along as a member of Lightning's flank. There was no rule about visiting the flank, right?

After checking the position of the sun, Clover dashed towards the leader's flank's den, following the scent trail of many she-cats. Finally coming to a stop, she cautiously poked her nose through the entrance.

Immediately, a terrified wail rose from inside the den. "It's not-" Clover tried to say, but she doubted they could hear her over the noise they were making.

The she-cat lashed her tail. "Quiet!" she hissed. "It's not an intruder, it's just me!"

"Who are you?" A gray she-cat, foreign to Clover, challenged. She arched threateningly, although Clover could tell she had never known the desperation of fighting. It almost made Clover want to roll her eyes, but she stopped herself.

"I'm here to see Fawn," Clover mewed calmly, forcing her fur to lie flat. "She's my littermate."

"C-Clover?" A shy voice came from behind the bristling she-cat, and the chocolate tabby's younger sister padded out.

Clover's eyes widened. She hadn't seen Fawn for years now, as it was rare for the flank to join the nightly gathering. Her sister had grown from the frail, scared kit to a beautiful dappled brown-and-cream she-cat, light cerulean eyes wide and uncertain.

"Fawn..." she breathed, taking a step closer towards her littermate.

"Hold it right there!" A tom's voice sounded angrily behind Clover, and she spun around in alarm.

Sparrow, Blaze, Stone, Owl, and Lightning were blocking the exit to the den, their eyes glinting and claws unsheathing. Clover gulped.

Lightning took a step forward, baring his teeth. "And just what," he snarled, "do you think you're doing?"

Yay! I'm done! Now time to go watch anime and eat food.

Tigerheart: *somehow manages to come back* Hey, I want to watch anime too-MMPH *gets dragged away again*

Me: Ha ha ha no. You don't even understand Japanese.

See ya!

~Heathershade