Chapter Two

A ginger cat stood at the edge of the river, staring into the silver.

He wondered how his kits were.


I haven't seen them in so long…

Ambersky yowled, but Silverglow didn't appear.

He stepped out onto one of the stepping stones, eyes open wide, ears pricked. Any RiverClan cats and he'd turn back. But curiosity was driving him slowly towards the place moons ago Silverglow had stood.

A patrol appeared, a large silver tabby leading. With only a hiss from the silver tabby, the RiverClan cats were around Ambersky.

"Has ThunderClan also decided to start ignoring borders?" The tabby spat, unsheathing his claws.

The tom meant WindClan, whose newly appointed leader had no respect for the Warrior Code. Ambersky slowly shook his head. "I shouldn't have come so far. I am sorry."

He turned and leapt onto the stepping stones, making his way back to ThunderClan territory. Behind him, RiverClan cats screeched, jeering and spitting. "I wonder what that old tom was doing…" Stealthfrost muttered, shaking his silver pelt.

Ambersky watched Stealthfrost as he ordered the patrol back to camp. With a last long look at the stepping stones, he shook his head again and bounded after them.

Ambersky watched his silver pelt, imagining Silverglow, or even Silverglow's sister- Shimmeringstorm.

Shimmeringstorm had been his mate. And Stealthfrost looked just like her. Could it be that he was Stealthkit? After all, Stealthkit was the only male in the litter…

Ambersky turned around. Behind him was Yellowrose, a she-cat of his Clan. "He's your son, isn't he?"

Ambersky was dumbstruck. "How did you know?" He exclaimed. "Your eyes." Yellowrose paused, trying to read his expression. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Ambersky blinked his blue eyes in slow understanding. He pressed his muzzle to hers, purring. "Thank you, Yellowrose." He said, as she purred with him and twined her tail with his.