Ok everybody here's chapter 2! I hope you enjoy it, please R&R!
Everything was so silent, Storm thought as he sat his vigil at the cave entrance. So peaceful…
Out of the corner of his amber eyes he saw the smooth curve of Brook's body as she slept. Beside her slept a tabby cat and Storm recognised Mist, one of the first cats he had met on their first journey through the mountains.
His eyes slowly began to close but then at the back of his mind he heard Feathertail's sharp voice, "You're sitting vigil! You're not supposed to fall asleep!"
Instantly he was whisked back to the old RiverClan camp, where he and Feathertail were newly named warriors sitting their vigil.
He remembered dozing off as they sat in the middle of the camp and Feathertail reminding him that they were supposed to be guarding their camp.
"We're not supposed to talk either!" he had muttered, his gray fur bristling slightly.
But his sister hadn't seemed to mind because she had just touched her nose to his muzzle and murmured, "I know you're tired. It's been a long day with the BloodClan battle so I'll keep vigil for both of us."
Her silvery-gray fur and blue eyes vanished and Storm found himself back in the Cave of Rushing Water. There was no cat to sit vigil for him now, he thought with a jolt of pure grief.
Slowly the morning sun rose over the mountain peaks spreading it's creamy light over Storm's dark gray pelt and the Tribe cats began to rise out of their sleeping hollows.
Glancing around he saw Flight emerge from the nursery cave followed by her kits and her mate, Sheer. On the other side of the cave Crag was calling cats to him.
Then Storm felt a touch on his flank that sent sparks up his spine and he saw Brook. Her amber eyes shone with affection as she gently nudged his side with her nose.
"Come on. Crag's organizing a hunt and he'd like you to join us. Unless your too tired that is!" she added teasingly.
He growled playfully and butted his companion in the side before loping across the cave with her. He could never be tired when hunting with Brook!
Crag greeted them with a dip of his head, ""We're splitting up in two groups." He rumbled in his deep voice. "Storm, Brook and Mist you'll join me, Night and Talon and we'll go down into the valley below." He turned his head to the other cats. "A smaller group will go up the ridge: Fire, Eagle, Star and Bird."
The cats dipped their heads as he finished and trotted out of the cave into the morning sunshine. Storm stretched in the dazzling light, grateful for the warmth on such a cold leaf-bare day.
Talon fell in step beside him, his dark amber eyes warm. Gently he flicked his tail on Storm's shoulder before padded forward to have a word with Night. Storm cast a glance behind him and saw Brook walking with the prey-hunter Mist. Brook looked thoroughly embarrassed but Mist's tail was waving and she kept making amused looks at him.
"She-cats!" he muttered aloud as he rolled his eyes in annoyance, before he concentrated on his first hunt as a tribe-cat.