EF: Here's chappy two! PLZ R&R!!! ONWARDS (AGAIN)!! this is about a cat called Eagle (I know, but I couldn't think of anything else!) By the way, everything is going to change!

A handsome golden-brown tom stood on a boulder that jutted out from the ground, his fur being buffeted by a strong wind. "Eagle? We need to talk," a voice said behind him, and he turned to see Swift, his father, and Dew, his mother, looking at him with concern in their eyes. "Yes…?" Eagle asked cautiously, knowing he would not like to hear what they were going to say. "Your mother and I talked last night, and we think that you should go in search of the Clans," Swift answered. "But…what about Honey and Strike?" he asked, desperate for an excuse to get him out of his quest. "They can…go with you." "No!" Both Dew and Swift were surprised at their middle son's reaction. "I will not let you both get murdered by the Hyenas!" "But son-" Swift tried to calm Eagle down, but he would not. "NO! I am staying here, and that's it!" he yelled over the wind, refusing to stand down. "I am not so low I would let my own parents be killed by The Hyenas," he added, memories flashing through his mind.

"FROST, FROST!" Eagle yelled, struggling through the mass of cats to find his true love, Frost, who was a beautiful white she-cat. Then he saw her, she had been pinned down by the lead cat whose name was Killer. He was leader of a pack called 'The Hyenas'. "FROST!" Eagle screamed, but Killer's Warriors were gathered in a wide circle, so no one could get close enough to help. "…And, this is what will happen to the rest of you if you dare defy me, because I am the most powerful cat in the forest! And this," he flicked his tail and the cat who struggled beneath him. "Chose to call me 'Fox-Dung'." "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE! YOU FOX DUNG!" Eagle shouted, fury pulsing through him. Killer shrieked with rage. Eagle pushed through his Warriors and stood face-to-face with the cat he hated more then anything. "Eagle, don't do it," Frost croaked. "FACE ME INSTEAD!" "Okay, I will!" Killer snarled. "Right after I'm finished with this one!" then he bent down and closed his strong jaws around Frost's neck, watching as blood spewed from the wound, staining her beautiful white fur…

Eagle woke with a start; he had had this dream for moons. The first part was true, how his parents wanted him to find the so called 'Clans', and the second part…that was true also. He remembered what had happened next, also…

Tears streamed down Eagle's cheeks as more blood gushed from her neck, turning her white fur scarlet. "No…no…not Frost…" "Mwahahahahaha! I seem to have found a weak point!" Killer laughed mercilessly. "Now, what was I going to do next? Oh yes! I was going to kill this little worm!" But as he gazed down at the young, grief-stricken tom, a new fear rose up inside of him. Eagle watched with a clinging horror as the life slowly drained from her beautiful blue eyes. "Eagle…I will always…love you…" "NO!!"

"Eagle? Eagle?! Eagle!" repeated an annoying voice inside his head, and Eagle mewed a protest as something prodded him repeatedly in the side. "EAGLE!" it was his younger sister, Honey. She was a beautiful sleek golden she-cat with bright green eyes and lighter streaks. "Come on, Eagle! It's time to go, or mum and dad will get ma-ad!" "Alright, alright," grumbled Eagle, getting up. "Where's Strike?" he asked as Honey led him out of the cave in which they slept. "Probably training," Honey replied. Once they reached the Boulder which was they're parents sleeping chambers, they could see the outlines of they're parents. Dew was a beautiful light blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes, and Swift was a smoky gray tom with amber eyes. "Eagle," Swift's voice was crisp and mournful. "So you have decided to go?" "Well, I don't really have a choice, do I?" Eagle muttered. "We're sorry, darling. We really are, but-" Eagle interrupted his mother. "I know, I know. But it's for the good of the family." "Thank you, son."

Eagle and Honey found Strike, the eldest of the three, standing on top of a large rock, staring out into the distance. Strike was a handsome dark tabby tom with amber eyes. "Strike, are we going to go now?" "Yes. Now come. They are here." The distant sounds of battle answered his older brother's words. They set off, and almost at once darkness closed in on them like falcons.

Rusty was living a comfortable life; his Twolegs had bought another cat to play with. She was a pretty light-brown tabby, and she was too have his kits. But he couldn't help feeling that somewhere, somehow, something had gone wrong with the laws of destiny…

Something pounced on Eagle and pinned his face to the dirt, dust rising up around him. "What are you doing on ThunderClan territory?!" a voice hissed in his ears. "What?!" Eagle's voice was muffled. "What are you doing on ThunderClan Territory?!" the voice hissed again, and Eagle pushed upwards, sending the other cat flying, landing with a soft thud. "I don't know what you're talking about! I came here looking for the so-called 'Clans' not for a fight!" "You were looking for the Clans?!"

"YES!" "Well, you've found them!" and the cat was suddenly upon him again. It was a dark tortoiseshell tom with a bushy ginger tail. (AN:EF: Just so you know, this part (the part that is happening right now(the fighting) is happening on the exact same day when Redtail died, and Graypaw met Rusty, except everything's changed!) "Redtail!" called a deep voice from deeper in the forest that they were currently standing in. "Go on without me, Tigerclaw!" Redtail yelled back, still holding Eagle down. "Let my brother go!" screamed Honey, and she threw herself at him, snarling. "Honey, don't!" warned Strike, but his sister was already clawing and biting the dark tortoiseshell, but Redtail threw her off easily. "Oomph!" the breath was knocked out of her. "Come with me. Bluestar will decide what to do with you three," Redtail meowed. With Strike and Eagle helping honey, they got up and were heading out of the forest when Tigerclaw yelled again. "Redtail! We can't go on without you!" "Well…I'll send Whitestorm!" Redtail called back. "Now come."

They were led down a steep ravine and into a clearing populated by cats of all kinds. "Bluestar!" Redtail called, and a blue-gray she-cat padded into the clearing. "Yes, Redtail?" I found these three cats on patrol. They say they were looking for the Clans," the tortoiseshell said. Bluestar appeared to be deep in thought. "Come. We will decide whether on not to let them join. Your names?" she asked. "I am Strike. This is Eagle. And that is Honey," said Strike. "Your ages?" "I am thirteen moons. Eagle is six moons, and Honey is four moons." He meowed in his best, most polite voice. "Hhm… Redtail, come with me, we will decide what to do with them. Graypaw, you may show Eagle around. I trust you have gone to Spottedleaf fro those scratches? Frostfur, you may show Strike around."

A gray apprentice walked up to Eagle happily. "HI! I'm Graypaw! What's your name?!" "Eagle." "COOL! I'll show you around! Where shall we go first? I know! The elders den!" Eagle followed, confused, as Graypaw showed him den after den, and it was hard to keep all the information in his brain.

A pretty white she-cat padded up to Strike. "Hello," she said shyly. "What's your name? I'm Frostfur." "I'm Strike," Strike said. "How old are you?" Frostfur blurted out suddenly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Nonsense. How old are you?" "I'm twelve moons." A delighted expression crossed her face as he told her that he was thirteen moons. "Well, I'll show you around!"

"Now, Honey, was it?" Bluestar said, looking down at the young cat. "Y-yes," she replied, scared. "Don't be afraid. We will not hurt you. Look around. At the cats, then look to your brothers." Cats were either emerging from the ravine or grooming each others fur. Then she saw her brothers. Eagle was laughing with a small, gray tom. Strike was walking, and talking, with a pretty white she-cat. They both looked happy, and…comfortable, as if they had just forgotten about they're parents who were probably dead. "Will you let us into your Clan?" Honey asked, a bit of her confidence returning. "I am just about to sort that out with my deputy, but I can assure you that we will not attack you then leave you bleeding in the middle of nowhere. Come, Redtail," with a flick of her tail, Bluestar summoned her deputy and vanished, pausing only so the dark tortoiseshell could send a large white tom off to join the patrol that they had passed earlier. Honey cast her eyes to the clear skies. Mum, Dad, if you're up there, I hope this is what you wanted.

"…And this is the Medicine Cats' Den. I'll introduce you to Spottedleaf. She only just finished her training. Her mentor died about a quarter-moon ago. She's about as old as us," Graypaw announced, nosing his way in. Eagle stood, rooted to the ground at the cat in front of him. She was the most beautiful cat he had ever seen, even more than Frost. She was a dark tortoiseshell she-cat (obviously) and her amber eyes gleamed as the trickles of sunlight reflected off of them. Her pelt was sleek. "Hello, Spottedleaf," Graypaw meowed dreamily. "Hello, Graypaw," she replied. Her voice was soft, and her sweet scent coiled around him, embracing him (Eagle). "This must be Eagle," Spottedleaf said, turning her amber gaze on the handsome golden tom, and they instantly softened. "I am Spottedleaf." "H-hello Spottedleaf." There was an awkward silence, until some more cats pushed themselves in. It was Bluestar, Redtail, Honey, Strike and a pretty white she-cat. "Spottedleaf, Graypaw," Bluestar meowed as she sat down beckoning with her tail for the others to do the same. "Now. Eagle, Honey and Strike. We have decided that you can be a member of ThunderClan. But first, you must understand the camp rules and our way of life…" as the ThunderClan leader continued, Eagle was only half-listening. His thoughts had drifted to his mother and father, who were undoubtedly dead.

When Bluestar finished, Eagle felt so much happiness rising in him he had to stop himself from yowling his excitement to the world. This is going to be a good life, he thought. But as he trotted off with Graypaw, a sleek black cat stumbled into the clearing, his eyes wide with terror. "Ravenpaw, what happened?" Bluestar demanded sharply. Ravenpaw gulped for breath, trying to control himself. "Tigerclaw…is dead!"

EF: There, I hope you liked it! EXTRA special thankies to Mist Lionshade! Thank you so much! PLZ REVIEW!