Yes, I told you I wouldn't be updating for a while, but this story is going to be on a VERY long hiatus. I will continue it when I get more inspiration, but right now, I'm having a bit of writer's block.

To flamers: I'm not afraid of you. Your flames do not hurt me, and it is just more reviews for the story. Thank you for all your wonderful hate. *note the large amount of sarcasm in the last sentence*

And I might as well include a bit of story content, since this is just an AN, which is breaking the FFN rules. It will be short, about three hundred words, but please, don't judge.

Thanks for all the support! :D

Chapter 3

I followed behind my brother, Forest, slowly into the dark den of the ShadowClan leader's. There were two stone-faced cats guarding it, but I ignored them. As I stepped into the den, my nose caught the scent of pine, and I saw a pure white pelt at the corner of the den. That must be that leader. And he does look very old...

"Rowanclaw? What brings you here?" the old white tom opened his eyes. I immediately noticed his fur was matted as if he hadn't groomed in moons, and his eyes were a deep amber, just like...Fiery's. It hurt me to remember what happened to him not so long ago.

"Tawnypelt and I found these two...kits within our borders," Rowanclaw meowed, nervously flicking his tail. It accidentally hit Tawnypelt hard on her hind legs that he earned a loud hiss from her.

Blackstar turned and stared at my brother and I. His glowing amber eyes nerved me, and I pressed my pelt against Forest's. He gave me a comforting lick between my ears, but Blackstar kept staring his unblinking gaze.

After what seemed like moons, he yawned and asked, "Your point? What do you want me to do with them?"

"There are few kits given birth to us every twelve moons," Tawnypelt mewed. With a slight hesitation she added, "and we want you to make them apprentices."

The ShadowClan leader curled his lip in disgust. "So there will be more mouths to feed? No. Take them to an unused den. They'll remain our prisoners until I decide what to do with them later."

Rowanclaw and Tawnypelt opened their mouths to protest, but Blackstar silenced them with a flick of his tail. "Or I'll have them executed, if I hear even one word of complaint from you two," he hissed.

He called for his guards. "Take these kits to an empty den, and don't feed them anything. I want Ratscar to guard them. Alert him right away."

I was taken by surprise. What is Blackstar's problem? I wondered. Why was he so quick to reject us? the questions wove within my mind, and confusion overwhelmed me. Suddenly, pain grasped my scruff, and I nearly squealed. A guard had clamped their strong jaws and was churlishly dragging my brother and I. Forest hissed in protest, and attempted to wriggle away. I, on the other paw, was silent.

Icy claws choked my throat, and my eyes widened as they harshly tossed us into a mucky, dusty den. My whole body went through a harsh spasm as we collided with the hard, cold, and rough flooring. I barely heard Forest grunt, and the world went dim.

Hope y'all liked!

Evil Blackstar, but its all part of the plot. :)

Also, many of you have complained to me that I have updated chapter one multiple times. I see that it is true, but i have only updated the chapter one time, two weeks before the last time I've updated. I don't know what happened, because I didn't do it, but thanks for alerting me! :)

Please review, and I love y'all! :D

-Silver