Thanks for the reviews! As I said before, the chapters are going at a pretty fast pace right now. It might slow down a little bit after this, but bear with me.

Ch 2: Over the Edge

Starflight woke. Her paws were wet, and the snowy white fur stuck to her skin. She couldn't remember anything, but she was tired, really tired. She felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all the night before. Was it really just a dream? She wondered. For some reason, that didn't seem possible. No, I spoke with StarClan. I spoke to the first leader of WolfClan; it must have been real.

Stiffly, Starflight rose to her paws and plucked a few scraps of moss from her golden tabby fur. She stepped out of the warrior's den and blinked in the sunlight. She was immediately reminded of Granitestar's prophecy. Vaguely, she wondered what it meant. After a while. Starflight shook her head to clear herself of the troubling thoughts.

Starflight had just settled down in front of the fresh-kill pile and began to eat a vole, when Spadeclaw, the WolfClan deputy, ran into the camp. He was panting, and he had a flaming, angry look in his green eyes. His fur stood on end, and his claws slid in and out of their sheaths. He recovered some of his usual demeanor and stalked into Spiritstar's den. The rest of the Clan was left in a stunned and uneasy silence; they had never seen their deputy so flustered.

A few moments later, a very ruffled looking Spiritstar emerged from his den. He was followed by an aggravated Spadeclaw.

"I want Silverclaw, Starflight, Pebblefoot, Spadeclaw, Moonfeather, and Brightwind to come with me immediately." Spiritstar said clearly as he dashed towards the camp entrance. The cats who he had called followed quickly after him, leaving the rest of the clan to sit in an eerie quite.

Starflight's dainty white paws seemed to fly over the earth as she caught up with Spadeclaw. "What's going on?" She panted.

Spadeclaw's green eyes flickered in Starflight's direction for a moment. "It's BearClan. I saw one of their patrols on our side of the border near the cliff at the valley. They've crossed our border before, but we'll teach them to obey the code." He rasped.

Soon, the WolfClan group had reached the valley border. True to Spadeclaw's word, a BearClan patrol was spread out in the edge of the forest. Lightningclaw, the BearClan deputy, stood at the front of the group. He had a smug look on his face and was watching his patrol hunt carelessly on WolfClan land.

With a furious yowl, Spiritstar flung himself onto the nearest BearClan cat he could find. He landed on top of a black and white spotted tom, Roughpelt. The two of them were lost in a screeching mass of fur and claws as the rest of the cats joined the fray.

Starflight found herself locked in battle with Lightningclaw. The two tabbies tore at each other, their paws black and white blurs. Starflight yowled in pain as her flank was ripped open and blood spattered to the ground. She and Lightningclaw were fighting close to the edge of the cliff now, and lose pebbles flew out from under their paws. Starflight hissed and backed up as Lightningclaw advanced angrily on her. His ear was torn and bleeding, and there were bald patches where Starflight had ripped up chunks of fur.

More pebbles slipped under Starflight's small white paws and fell down the steep rift of the valley. The two cats hissed and clawed at the others side and face as they got closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. Lightningclaw slashed at Starlight's face and she staggered sideways with the blow. Lightningclaw saw his chance and slammed his full muscular bulk into Starflight's chest. The golden tabby she-cat was sent flying backwards, and fell over the edge of the cliff before she could even choke out a startled yowl.

Starflight fell for what seemed like forever before she hit the side of the valley wall. He body rolled and rolled until her paw got snagged on a nettle bush. With a painful jerk, her body stopped its tumble to the desert below. She ached all over, and there was a high-pitched ringing in her ears. Starflight couldn't move her leg at all; it had become completely tangled in the nettles and the sharp thorns dug into her tender skin. There was a comforting blackness creeping in on her vision, and she closed her eyes in an attempt to escape her physical pain. Without warning, Starflight fell into unconsciousness.

In the soft blackness, Starflight could see the mottled shape of Granitestar. He had a sad, desolate look in his green eyes, and there were no other starlit warriors surrounding him.

"The first part of your prophecy has been completed. The Star has fallen, and soon the Sun will rise. You can rest easy, for StarClan will protect you now, but soon we will lose all contact with you. Believe in yourself and the others around you; you will need as much help as you can get to survive the hard times ahead. Be careful who you trust, for there are many who would hurt you rather than want to help. StarClan bids you a sorrowful farewell and prays you have a safe journey." Granitestar meowed. With that, his glittering pelt faded into the blackness, leaving a battered Starflight with no one, and in unfamiliar territory.

As the sun set, a golden tabby she-cat lay in the dust, with only the rise and fall of her chest to tell anyone else she was still alive.


Alright, the second chapter is up! I hope you liked it! Will Starflight survive? What does the rest of the prophecy mean? You'll find out if you post another review.