Sorry for the late updates, I've been catching up on stories I haven't read yet and I haven't been able to go online yet. So here's the next chapter, and thanks flareon200 and Dreamsliver for reviewing!

Chapter 10

Moonpaw let out a sigh as she watched her brother sit for his silent vigil. She saw that his whiskers were twitching with excitement, and yet grief. A jolt of realization had hit her when she watched his naming ceremony. She would not be there with him to comfort him; in fact, he probably wouldn't have been made a warrior if it hadn't been for her. She just hoped that he would remember the prophecy she gave him.

Stupid prophecy, she thought as she plucked the grass with her claws. If it hadn't been for that prophecy, then maybe things in the Clans would be peaceful. But she had seen for herself what troubles ShadowClan and WindClan were facing. It seemed like only her brother fit in the prophecy, and for that reason Moonpaw felt as though she had to remind him about it, or he would face the horrors that they faced.

"Moonpaw are you coming?" a voice came from behind her. She turned to see that Molekit, one of Sorreltail's lost kits was staring at her with dark amber eyes.

The little black tom had died from greencough, when it ravaged through camp. Moonpaw had felt sorry for both Sorreltail and Molekit, because she lost Honeyfern as well. The light brown tabby had been killed by an adder's bite, and joined StarClan too soon.

With a nod she followed him towards the clearing, to where a small pool was located. To the cats of StarClan, it was known as the Pool of Stars, where newly joined cats came when they just died. Apparently a ShadowClan warrior was joining them today, and all of the past ShadowClan cats were gathered.

The Pool of Stars seemed to glow brighter then usual, as a soft, blurry image began to form. Then finally, a cat stepped out of the bright light. She had a tortoiseshell pelt, and green eyes the colors of leaves. Moonpaw recognized her as Tawnypelt, and stepped aside as Bramblestar pushed his way forward among the crowd of cats.

"Tawnypelt, what happened?" he demanded. His eyes were wide with worry, and it was then that Moonpaw remembered that Tawnypelt was his sister, so that meant she was partly ThunderClan as well.

"Stupid badger came into our territory and tried to invade the nursery," she snorted. "I was going to die soon anyways," she added with a fierce glare at the former ThunderClan leader.

Bramblestar nuzzled her gently, as if they were kits again. Moonpaw stepped to the side once more - rolling her eyes in annoyance in the proccess - as Goldenflower, a former queen rushed towards them.

"Both of my kits are dead!" She wailed loudly.

Tawnypelt narrowed her eyes and licked her mother affectionately. "We both died a warriors' death," she mewed. "I was proud to die a ShadowClan warrior."

"Are you still having trouble?" Asked a dark gray she-cat with a flattened face. Moonpaw narrowed her eyes at her. That was Yellowfang. To her, Yellowfang seemed to be the oldest cat in the Clan, and she never seemed to take care of herself, always badgering the kits and apprentices to take care of her. Moonpaw thought that if you were a cat in StarClan, you needed to take care of yourself and your Clanmates.

"Twolegs are starting to invade both ShadowClan and WindClan," Tawnypelt explained as the cats began to gather. "They started during newleaf, and now they're getting worse. We're not sure when they'll leave." She bowed her head as if in defeat, and Moonpaw suddenly realized that there was more urgency in the prophecy then she knew.

"I am sorry for ShadowClan," meowed Blackstar, the former leader. His huge black paws seemed to tare the grass from under them.

"We shouldn't feel sorry for them, considering they can take care of themselves," Yellowfang snorted. "We only visit them to warn them of trouble or of a prophecy, which someone has been keeping a secret from us." She shot a stern look at Moonpaw, and she ducked her head.

Blackstar's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean to tell me that a young apprentice was given a prophecy and not us?" he demanded.

Yellowfang nodded, and she looked at every cat gravely. "We must take this seriously," she concluded. "The Clans are already on the edge thanks to the Twolegs, and they may only get worse. From now on we will keep an eye on them, and if things get worse...I'm not sure what we will do."

Moonpaw dipped her head, suddenly feeling ashamed of herself for keeping such a thing from her peers. She padded away from the group and stared into the pool. It was as if the Clans were staring to fall apart, due to a single threat that could have been overcome by almost anything.

The Clans could have worked together, or they could have moved. Maybe if they stopped sticking their noses in things they shouldn't, kits and apprentices would still be alive. Maybe I would still be alive, she thought solemberly.

Okay, that was very short, in my standards, and I'm really sorry about that. I'll try to make my next chapters longer, but I'm not sure whether or not I should keep doing Moonpaw chapters...