Once again, sorry that I haven't updated in AGES. I have no excuses. Oh, and I'm going to try writing first-person when it's Raincliff's point of view, since he was the favourite point of view overall, and in things only one character can see, like visions and dreams and stuff.
Rockear padded gently through the snow, heading back into the Snowlight cave. His paws were itching to carry me in the other direction, back towards camp to break his silence, but the laws of the tribe stated that he could not leave until the three days of the full moon were up. Padding warily around the perfectly round patch of snow in the centre of the cave, he sat down with the rabbit he had caught on the tundra.
He ate his rabbit slowly, trying to hold back a yawn. He still hadn't had any proper sleep. Not that there was any time to. He grunted as the moon reached it's peak, causing the cave to light up suddenly, hurting his eyes and making him flinch. "Moonhigh already?" he growled slightly. "Why can't I just sleep?"
A loud roar of wind threw a pawful of snow through the hole in the roof, and onto the circle. he tensed, and muttered a quiet apology. The wind threw another pawful of snow down, then died away. Sighing, he padded forward and touched the snow circle once more, his vision exploding into white.
Tundrastride was sitting at the camp entrance, staring over at his father. I was concerned. Nightwhisper was all caught up in what had happened to her apprentice, but Tundrastride had no such problems; he had nothing that could truly keep his mind off the ache of his father fleeing a second time. Wolfstep had been ignoring everyone that had tried to talk to him, and pretending they weren't there. I could see what this was doing to Tundrastride, but Wolfstep was a hard cat to convince. Even when he was listening to you.
I padded up to the camp entrance and sat by the young tom. "He's just trying to protect you, you know." I mewed. He turned his head and stared me straight in the face. "If he was trying to protect us, he would have stayed here!" he spat. There was a fire burning in the young tom's eyes that I had never seen from him before. "But instead, he ran away. Like the coward he is! And then... And then he DID IT AGAIN!" he yowled. I recoiled slightly from this strange show of temper. Tundrastride was normally quite calm, if not playful and outgoing- but never angry... I shook my head sadly. "No, protect you from himself." I muttered, turning and padding away amid the tom's cries of "What do you mean by that?!"
Don't be so impatient, Rockear. You still have to do this. ...However much you hate coming here. he thought quietly to himself as the fuzziness in his vision cleared. He was sitting in the same valley as the previous night. He stood to his paws and began padding towards the end of the valley, where the snowdrift would meet him. After a while of walking, it still didn't seem any closer. He cursed under his breath, and turned around.
"You all know the Avalanche can't interrupt, so get out of my sight! I told you, you know I didn't do it!" He spat. From the shadows among the rocks and branches, barely noticeable before, were several faded black spirit-cats smirking menacingly at him. The largest; a fast, slim and thoroughly cunning she-cat named Starseeker, which was an unlucky enough name in the tribe, stalked up to him. "Oh, but we can." she purred with cruel delight. "It's our role to interrupt, we're the evil Avalanche, are we not?" He glared up at her. "...There is no 'we'. I'm not like you." he spat.
She looked at him with mild interest. "Oh? I think you've forgotten that you aided a murderer! Does the little Rockpaw need a reminder..?" she cooed in a humiliating sarcasm. His one ear flattened back in terror. "You wouldn't." he murmured, immediately realising it was the wrong thing to say. She laughed triumphantly. "You said it! Oh, now I just HAVE to..." she chuckled. "Oh, well... It was fun seeing you again. Bad dreams!" she purred, trotting away happily as he slipped into a flashback.
Stoneshadow had insisted that Falconskies help him in that day's training session. Even offered to help carry the kits. "But Falconskies... You're much better at explaining hunting moves than I am." he had said. "You know I'm more of a fighter." he had said. It was when I was sitting and listening to her explain how to stay downwind of prey that I saw him.
Stoneshadow. Crouched back, about to spring. I tried to warn her, but she turned around too slow to defend herself. The worst part of it all was the look of utter contempt on his face as he watched her bleed out. Then he turned on me. Pinning me back against the snow, he snarled and bit through my right ear. I yowled in pain, so he slammed my head into the snow.
"Shut up. You deserve to die, you half-deaf, evil, traitorous filth! So be glad I didn't take your other ear too. ...I really should kill you, you know." he noted in a hushed mew. He looked around, a small, cruel smile starting on his face. "No... I can leave you here." he smirked. "They'll know it was you. I'll tell them." I hissed. He slammed my head into the snow again. "I suppose that could work. There's just one problem. You have no proof, Rockpaw. Just wait. I can disappear, and then they will blame it all on you. Everything. If you say anything, I will come back, and I will kill you."
The slammed a paw down on my face, and my vision went black. When I opened my eyes again Raincliff was standing over me sadly. I only heard one sentence before passing out again.
"Rockpaw...Why?"
Rockear woke up crouched over the snow circle, shivering with fear. He wished he could just leave that night behind, but... how could he when it trailed him in every pawstep?
Hopefully that clears up why Rockear is so mopey, and why he fainted at the sight of Stoneshadow a few chapters back.
Look, I've pretty much given up on questions.