(A/N): Cheers! Second chapter! That's something, isn't it? ^-^ I'm trying to keep in my head what you said, Featherpool and Destiny!Shout-outs to xXFaithblossomXx and Lightflame The Warrior for faving, following and reviewing! Shout-outs to Born of True Destiny and Featherpool 16 for reviewing! Yay! Aw, have to say something Faithblossom pointed out: His name is Strom not Storm. Why? Special reasons ^-^ And, Born of true Destiny: I hope the formating is better ^-^ I got the outline planned out completely now and I've come up with a plot for the sequel. Enough blabbing, onto the chappie now:

Blazingchill, cruel and fierce, loves to kill.

Lily sneaked to the sleeping form of Strom, carrying a sparrow and a crow she somehow managed to catch. It had been hard, but she made the decision to get him to teach her, no matter what it took, that nobody would end like her family. The white she-cat prodded him softly in the side and she heard him grumble, "Let me sleep, Scythe."

She nodded to herself and said in the sweetest voice she could manage, "Master, it is time for a meal. I brought a sparrow and a crow. Do you want to have another piece of fresh-kill? I already patrolled the border, no need for that."

That jerked him fully awake and he turned away from her. "Why are you still here, Lily?"

Lily made an innocent face and meowed, snickering on the inside as she watched his face, "Master is everything okay? Something seems to disturb you, did I do something wrong?"

Stroam groaned and replied sourly, "Go away."

"Master? Are you ill? Do you want to hunt?"

The grey tabby groaned again and meowed, "How did you get here, anyway?"

"Master, I don't know what you're talking about . Do you want chamomile to sooth your headache?"

She shouldn't have said that, she knew it, his expression went from tired to angry. Really angry. It wasn't Strom anymore, it was one of them. "Fine, sweetie. You wanted it."

It pinned her down and looked at her threatingly. "No need to be afraid sweetie. You will be a fine she-cat and answer Master Strom's question, otherwise ..." It grinned evilly. "Otherwise … you'll answer my questions." She shivered now in fear and finally managed to stutter, "F-Fine. O-Only if y-you let M-Master Strom free."

It replied in a soft voice that send chills down her spine, "Are you really in the position to ask such things? And … besides Master Strom is free."

"W-What do y-you mean?"

"He wants it like this." Without letting her time to meow something he continued, "Master Strom's first question is: how did you get here?"

"Burr send me."

" Wrong answer."

"P-Please, I-I'm s-sorry. C-Crash guided m-me."

"Fine, sweetie. Next question. Did you go through the desert or around it?"

"A-A desert?"

Ignoring her, he continued, "How long did you travel?"

" T-Two m-moons"

What was your original name?" That shocked her.

"How-"

It huffed and she saw Strom's normal grumpiness coming through. "I know how a Clan cat looks when I see one. You have the same terms. Your smell is almost the same. So, what was your original name?"

With new confidence she replied, "Why should I tell you?"

"Maybe because you're pinned down?"

"And? It's nothing I can't manage." What was she doing?! She wasn't supposed to be pinned under a tom whom she didn't like, flirting with him, she was supposed to get him to teach her! Apparently Strom had a similar thought, because he stepped of her and murmured, "Erm. Sorry if I scared you. I don't like it, but I'll bring you back to Burr. Next full moon. Thirteen days. In that time I'll teach you hunting and fighting. Nothing more."

The next full moon. Thirteen days to rest. Thirteen days to get him to teach her. Thirteen days … Lily dipped her head and meowed mockingly, "Sure, Master? Either way, I'll go and patroll the border again. Afterwards you may find me in my den." The tabby tom just grunted and stared at a little hill with lilys on top of it. She slipped away with the angry thought, No! I flirted with him again.

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Strom wondered how Blazingchill had managed to get out. Blazingchill hadn't been out since the contradiction and Scythe's death. He padded to the clearing where Scythe teached him and imagined the first lesson from her.

Strom carefully padded towards the clearing. It was leaf-bare and the moon was shining. Snow covered the ground and frost clinged to the trees. First he didn't saw Scythe and meowed quietly, "Scythe? Are you here?"

"Yes!" The chirping reply sounded around the clearing and he finally saw her. Scythe's black pelt was glossy and shiny, so he assumed she had groomed it until now. He just wanted to ask what he should do, as she stormed up to him and meowed, "Who is the one you hate the most?"

"Huh? I don't understand."

"From them. Who is the one you hate most?"

"Uh. Well. He's cruel. He's fierce. He loves to kill. He himself demands it feels as if fire runs through his veins, but ..."

"He gives you chills?"

Strom looked questioning to her and asked, "How did you know?"

"I have one like him. To the next point, how does he look?"

That took him by surprise and he imagined him standing in front of him. "Well I never thought of it, but … large … ginger … battle-scars … greedy yellow eyes … only one ear … "

"Good. Now he needs a name."

"A name?!"

She nodded, excited and meowed, "For a contract, you know? You can't make a contract with someone who doesn't have a name."After a glance to him, seeing his questioning look, she added, "I'll explain the contract as soon as we're finished with the naming and stuff."

"Uh. Okay. Maybe something like Firefrost? Because of his pelt … No. It doesn't fit him … Flameice? No … "

Scythe interrupted his thoughts with a suggestion, "How about Blazingchill?"

"Blazingchill? That sounds good …"

"Then it is settled! Blazingchill, cruel and fierce, loves to kill!"

"You made that up?" She nodded and meowed with a grin, "Rhyming is easy and I love it."

"That wasn't rhyming!"

Scythe laughed and raced away from him, meowing a challenge over her shoulder, "Last one to be at your den is a slowpoke!"

Strom grinned and raced after her, accepting the challenge. After a short while he was ahead from her and teased, "Who is a slowpoke now, hm?"

"Hey! No fair! You aren't running, it's one of them!" That made him stop in his tracks and he tumbled in the snow. "How?"

He thought she was angry, but as he slowly turned his head she was grinning widely, "First step finished!"

"Huh?"

"You worked together with one of them! That was the first step: being friendly, giving names and appeareances."

"But I named only one ... "

"Yes, but you accepted them!"

Strom sighed and then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he started running again, calling over his shoulder, "The challenge is still going!" Scythe grinned again and they runned together, sometimes Scythe a few fox-lengths ahead, sometimes Strom.

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(A/N): Scythe … I have a special reason why I named her liked this, but you'll have to wait until the end-I'll maybe tell you if you beg me :3 … I'm joking ^-^ Love this smiley ^-^ I'm listening to Sebonzakura, [Meiko Cover] now. SOmeone described it in the comments very good[That moment when Meiko is like: Screw that guitar solo, I'll do that shit myself] ẞΩŁ€®Ŧ¥↑ıØÞÞ°ÆẞЪŊ Ħ&Ł̣‹©‚''º×÷¡⅛£¤⅜⅝⅝⅞™±±°¿˛ Funny. Poked random (pressure?) keys and that was what appeared XD Please, point my typos&grammar errors out, (don't be shy~) that I can fix them and keep them in mind.

RaD-chan.