Hey guys! Sorry it has been so long since I last posted a chapter! I hadn't been in the groove, and I've had MAJOR writers block! But now I am back, and I am hoping to post chapters whenever possible. But I am moving at this moment, so I will be very busy and the chapter might be short. But anyways, please stick with me, and enjoy!

Snow woke up the next morning, to have blinding light sting his eyes. There was no cover on the moor except for a few heather tendrils and patches of tall grass. Suddenly all of the previous day's events hit him like a huge wave. The horrible black hound, the dead bodies of his parents. He once again felt the all-too-familiar tears of sadness stream down his cheeks. But he had to be strong. He had to be strong for his brother.

Snow heard Red groan. Snow looked over to his ginger brother and saw him roll his head over to him.

"Hi Snow." Red said. His amber eyes flashed. Snow nodded.

"Let's hunt first." Red groaned again and stood up. He stretched his legs and rapidly blinked his eyes. Snow stood up too and took a deep breath; breathing in the crisp morning air.

The two brothers looked around for the usual flash of brown fur, or a dark grey streak indicating prey. But they saw none. Instead they saw a small group of cats, four, running towards them. A younger cat whose fur was deep brown and looked around the loners' age had his fur bristling and eyes defensive.

"Loner scum!" The young cat yelled. He suddenly sprinted ahead of the other cats and started jumping up and down, running forward, then lurching to a stop; he kept repeating that motion.

It looks like he is being held back by some invisible barrier. Snow thought. The white tom looked over at his brother and saw that Red was holding back laughter. Snow turned his attention back to older cats that had just stopped by the young one's side. A black-colored tom flicked the fidgety brown one with his tail,

"Hey! Owlpaw, calm down and get yourself together!" The black tom flexed his muscles as the young cat continued to glare and lurch in the direction of Snow and Red. "I said STOP!"

The black tom smacked the brown one with his paw. Instantly the young cat calmed down. The other two cats; one sleek and lithe grey she-cat, and a light brown tom with white markings on his tail, smirked as they watched the two cats bickering.

The grey she-cat turned to Snow and Red, her hazel eyes shining

"What are you doing here? Loners aren't welcome on WindClan territory!" She ran her paw over the grass, tracing some sort of invisible line on the ground. "This is our border. You are NOT allowed to cross it."

The young brown tom bounced on his feet,"Yeah! You're not allowed to cross it!" That deserved a glare from the black cat.

Snow worriedly looked at Red, "Um, we just got attacked by a dog not far from here, and we are by ourselves now."

The grey she-cat shared a glance with the two toms. "Would you like to join WindClan by any chance?"

Snow instantly became overjoyed: he would have a family again! The two brother responded at the same time,

"Yes!"

"No!"

Snow looked at his brother, confused. "Red, we could have a family! These cats are willing to take us in even though they don't know us!"

The ginger tom looked at his brother as if just seeing him clearly, "No! Blizzard and Storm were just savagely murdered! And can all you think about is finding a new family?!"

Snow was outraged by his brother's reaction," You think I don't care about my family! I am heart-broken that our parents are dead! And I am even more sad to see that you think that I don't care!"

Red glared at his brother,"You don't care! Go ahead and join these stupid cats if you want, but I'm not going with you!"

The young tom took one last glance at his brother before running away back towards the rocky plains that they came from. Snow felt hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he turned around to look at the four cats that were staring at him. The she-cat's eyes were full of sympathy and the light brown tom was tearing up.

"That was so sad!" The tom yowled. The black cat rolled his eyes and said to the young brown one,

"Come on. We are going back to camp." The young cat shot one last glare at Snow before padding after the older cat.

"Ahem." The she-cat said. "My name is Heatherclaw. And this is Deerfoot."

Heatherclaw flicked her tail at Deerfoot.

"So...about that offer."Deerfoot began, "Do you wa-"

"Yes!" Snow interrupted. He was incredibly excited.

"Ok!" Heatherclaw said, smiling, "Follow me!"

She tuned around with Deerfoot at her side, and started walking further into the moor. Snow scrambled to catch up with the two cats.

Deerfoot turned his head to look at Snow,"What's your name, by the way?"

"Snow."

"Well Snow, let me get something out there: Clan cats don't like loners. So WindClan might not take your sudden appearance well.

"Oh yeah, and there are more than just four of us, there are about thirty."

Snow stopped in his tracks. Heatherclaw looked back and smiled at him.

"Still up for it?"

Snow grinned,"Now more than ever!"

So, I hoped you liked it! Leave a review if you want, with any suggestions or comments. I will try to post the next chapter as soon as possible.

QOTD-What is your favorite movie?

Mine is Army of Darkness. See you next time! And until then, Au revoir!