Sorry I haven't updated in a while, what with all the school work and college beginning. I hope everyone's still interested in it!

Chapter 13

Eyes wild with fear, Runningmoon turned to his Clanmates. Foxwhisker and Poppyfrost were looking at each other. Fear clouded their gaze, but they also looked determined. Runningmoon rose his chin, hoping to look just as determined. ShadowClan needed his help, and he and his Clanmates were the only ones around to help them.

He circled Mousewhisker and Cloudtail, who were staring at the burning trees as though a terrible strike had happened. And of course, something terrible had happened. But Runningmoon remembered hearing stories of how a fire ravaged the old ThunderClan camp, and a fire also hit the new camp. The one in the old camp had killed many cats, but luckily, the one in the new camp hadn't been as devastating.

"We have to help them!" Runningmoon yowled as the fire roared through the forest.

Poppyfrost, Foxwhisker and Cloudtail nodded, but Mousewhisker's eyes were narrowed. "Why should we help them? They've never done anything for us." His question shocked Runningmoon. Most cats would have jumped to help ShadowClan, but perhaps because of what stories have been told about them, Mousewhisker was afraid of them.

"Because they would owe us," he replied, hoping that Mousewhisker would catch the hint of malice in his voice.

The gray-and-white tom lashed his tail and narrowed his eyes even more. "Alright, I'll fetch help," he muttered.

With that, he rushed into the forest back towards ThunderClan territory. Runningmoon turned to see that Poppyfrost's eyes were wide with worry. "Go after him to make sure he does as he says," he growled.

The tortoiseshell she-cat nodded and followed his trail. Runningmoon looked back at his Clanmates. With a nod, he led them deeper into ShadowClan territory, towards the terrible fumes of the fire.

The acrid tang of the smoke began to make his eyes water, but Runningmoon ignored it and stared towards the path where Russetstar and Kinkfur had run. The ShadowClan's scent was masked by the fire, and soon Runningmoon's eyes began to sting. His throat started to swell, and he felt as though he was going to choke on the smoke.

But eventually, they finally reached where the ShadowClan scents were strongest. Runningmoon could hear the yowls of alarm and fear coming from the entrance of where the camp must have been. The fire was right near it!

He turned to his Clanmates, reading the fear that was on their minds. "We must help the kits and queens first," he meowed.

Foxwhisker only blinked as the three cats crept through the short undergrowth. It wouldn't matter much, because when they reached what must have been the center of ShadowClan camp, their were cats everywhere. They were either dashing about, or running madly in blind panic.

Where's Russetstar? Runningmoon's eyes widened when he spotted the dark ginger she-cat. Dawnfrost, the cream-colored she-cat, was stalking towards her. Her blue eyes were gleaming with anticipation as she stared at the ShadowClan leader.

With a fierce battle-cry, Runningmoon lunged after her. Dawnfrost let out a yowl of surprise as he extended his claws on Dawnfrost. He didn't care what she was about to do next; she looked like she was about to kill Russetstar!

"You tried to kill Russetstar!" he cried.

Dawnfrost's eyes widened in alarm as he began to claw at her belly. "I was trying to save her from that burning tree!" she spat.

Runningmoon risked a swift glance at the where Russetstar had been. Sure enough, a tree that was burning had landed there. Luckily the dark ginger she-cat had run out of the way. He couldn't ignore the fierce glare Dawnfrost gave him as she kicked him off.

He didn't move as she bounded towards her Clanmates. Suddenly, a voice echoed in his ears. Move mouse-brain! The all too familiar voice made his fur prickle. Runningmoon realized that it was Moonpaw.

He streaked towards a tiny kit who was wailing in terror. Her dark ginger fur was fluffed out as he grabbed her. The mother of this kit was no where around; she had probably gone out without her.

But as he headed back to the entrance, he spotted a body lying on the ground. Runningmoon's eyes widened in horror when he realized that it was Flowerpetal. But sadly he did not have time to react. He ran as fast as he could as the flames began to engulf the camp.

"Where's Flowerpetal?" Toadfoot's yowl came from somewhere nearby.

Runningmoon put Mangokit, who had been wriggling around in his jaws. He looked up at Toadfoot, and let sorrow cloud his eyes. "I, I'm sorry," he murmured softly. "The smoke must have killed her."

Toadfoot let out an eerie wail, that was followed by the rest of the small ShadowClan cats. Runningmoon stared at them, suddenly wishing he could do anything to take back that prophecy. Russetstar was sitting in the center of the group. Dawnfrost sat at her side. The cream-colored she-cat's eyes were narrowed as she stared at Runningmoon, and he ducked his head in embarrassment.

Then he looked at what the rest of the ShadowClan cats were looking at. There were four bodies laying in the center in front of Russetstar. Two of them were apprentices; Ryepaw and Sandpaw. The other two were Smokefoot and Whitewater.

ShadowClan had burned from the fire. The prophecy was going to come true...

So what did you think? Sorry, it's one of my shorter stories. I've been wondering whether or not to continue it, like I said in my last chapter. But I will try my best to update it, because there's so much going on right now. PLEASE leave a review!