It seems like I've been doing a lot of apologizing lately... well, sorry again for this being one day late.

I would like to give a hug thanks to:

Jaystar of NightClan- I might join, but I'm very busy right now... as you can probably tell from the lateness of these chapters :/ But please review again and thanks so much!

Silver wolf rain- thanks!

Dragonflywing- thanks for following and favorite-ing! I hope to get a review from you later!

Ch.8- Part 1

Feathersky padded on through the shadowy forest, Storm by her side. The ex-medicine cat sniffed the humid air, her fur prickling.

"Storm," Feathersky's voice was tense, "I smell blood up ahead, I want you to stay behind me and I'll lead the way."

Storm gave a quick nod, "I told you, you should've taught me some fighting moves!"

Feathersky looked down at the orphan kit; Storm sure had grown since she had found her lying on the ground. Indeed, a half-moon had passed since Storm joined Feathersky.

"I already told you Storm, I don't know any fighting moves. Now be quiet and follow me," Feathersky hissed.

"Alright, alright already," Storm's tail drooped as she followed the dark tabby she-cat.

Feathersky lightened her foot-steps as the smell drew stronger. Slowly she inched her way forward to a gruesome scene. The dead bodies of cats littered the ground- but what really caught her attention was the dark gray tom who was speaking to the other tom, which was huddled over two tiny kits.

"Never!" the dark brown tabby tom hissed, "Over my dead body!"

"Then that's what it's going to have to be," the other one roared, leaping towards the tom with his sharp claws glistening.

Another familiar dark gray blur flew into the side of the dark gray tom just before the tom delivered the death blow.

Storm!

The gray tom's eyes widened, "No… it's not possible! You're dead!"

"Think again, Rezkin!" Storm Dance spit, "You murdered her! You'll pay!"

For a second Rezkin's green eyes met Storm's amber. He laughed, "Would you really kill your favorite uncle, little Storm Dance?"

Storm's eyes flickered.

"I knew it," Rezkin shoved her off of him and began to run back into the forest, "By the way, Donkey, I killed my brother shortly after your mother!"

"I told you never to call me that nickname ever again!" Storm yowled, before the fact settled in that her father was dead.

Breezeheart crept through the tall grass, uncertain where she would be going. Her nose twitched as she smelt the acidic tang of twoleg place and cats.

"Hello?" she meowed uncertainly.

A silky white she-cat emerged from the thick undergrowth just fox-lengths away, "Well, hello! Are you lost sweetie? It doesn't look like you're from around here."

"Um… not really, I'm looking for my friend; she could have passed by here recently. She's a dark tabby, with really pretty crystal blue eyes- a bit snappy at times, but she's good with herbs," Breezeheart meowed.

"Hmm… actually, I have scented a cat just a bit away from here that smells like you mixed with the scent of herbs, by the way, my names Petal," the she-cat purred. "Look, it's getting late and I'm sure you're tired and hungry. Come back with me to my housefolk's den and rest up and tomorrow I'll show you the place."

Breezeheart shuffled her paws back and forth, "Did you say… housefolk… like in twoleg?"

Petal eagerly nodded her head, "Don't worry, they're really nice."

"Uh… okay," Breezeheart followed the kitty-pet as she dashed across the field and into twoleg place.

"Don't worry, my den is right next to the field," Petal announced, gracefully jumping over one of the fences, and into a little den-garden, "Right here."

The white cat pushed through a little flap on the side of the twoleg den, meowing at Breezeheart to follow her.

A/N: Sorry it was so short! Oh, please review!

~Willow