I'm baacckkkkk! :D OMG The past week was amazing for two reasons:

1. Lunaclaw got her first kiss! XD kkgljkfldmnfkldnfwehjaeuirdmanfjdfis…

2. Florida was incredible. We went on this snorkeling trip and I caught a puffer fish and sea urchin and got to hold it! It was so cool! I miss it already. D:

So you guys are on track with prophecies! Yay!

Should I change the terms clans use to ones that alley cats might use? For example:

Master: Leader

Second: Deputy

Tenderfoot: Apprentice

Hardclaw: Warrior

Sharpfangs: Personal Guard

Kittery: Queen (NOTE: Used like: "I am a part of the Kittery." instead of "I am a Queen.")

Nestlings: Kits

The Main: The main alleyway, where gatherings are held and Snipe's den, the Sharpfang's den, and the fresh kill pile are located.

Box Lane: The alleyway branching off from the Main, where the Kittery den and other dens are found.

I've included them in the chapter for a preview, but I can always change it. Let me know your opinion on it in the reviews!

Ok. I'm done. Here's the chapter, an Old Bloodclan perspective. Two actually. R&R!

Chapter 33: The Introduction of Old Bloodclan

Snipe flicked his tail. "Did you send those blubbering flea-brains running back to their pitiful clan?"

Talon blinked. "Yes, sir, as you ordered me. But…" she looked at her paws, thinking for a moment, "They spoke of an heir of…Scrouge." She saw Snipe cringe a little. Scrouge was never the kindest to him, she knew, watching several beatings of his as a kit.

"All the more reason to get rid of it. I can't let my leadership be taken, not after I fought so hard for it." Snipe looked distressed for a moment. He had killed his brother, Quill, for his rise of power, and it took a toll on him. His facial expressions hardened, reflecting his current heart of stone.

"And the cats with oddities?" she inquired cautiously.

"Take them as hostages if you can. Now go gather the cats. I want to meet with the Sharpfangs before I call a meeting."

"Right away, Master." She dipped her head and ducked out of the overturned rubbish bin. A few cats, Aurel, Storm, Otter, Lotus, and Sorrel, had come from a hunting patrol she sent them on earlier, bearing a few wet rats and a scrawny pigeon. "Otter, go find the other Sharpfangs. Snipe wants to speak with you." The brown tom dipped his head and ran out of the main alleyway.

Talon grabbed the pigeon and padded out of the Main, down Box lane. Several boxes, overturned cans, silver lids, and thin trees that rested against the tall wood fence were scattered throughout the concrete path.

The Kittery was made up of two long boxes and a broken Kittypet-tree. One of the bottom pipes, lined with dirty, fluffy floors and brown paw prints, led into the box den, going under the Kittypet-tree that held an outside open den at the very top. Once a nestling could climb to the open nest, then they could become a Tenderfoot. As Talon passed it, she remembered her own experiences in the Kittery, surrounded by the sweet milk scent. She remembered how accomplished she felt, being the first of her siblings to climb up the tree. She let out a sigh of happiness as she trotted past.

She slowly approached her aunt's den, an old, weathered box with a silver lid door propped up against the flaps to keep most of the wind and rain out when needed. It was settled near the back of the alley. Setting down the bird, she called out softly. "Aunt Saber? It's me, Talon. I, um, brought you a pigeon." Hearing something shift around in the box, she nudged the bird inside, then followed suit.

Saber was curled up in the corner, staring intently at a fly that had wandered inside. Probably from the stench of her and her newsprint. Talon thought harshly. In the other corner lay the soiled newspaper that needed to be swept out. Talon looked at her aunt, then the fly. It's little red eyes reflected back at her as it's ting legs swept over its body, giving a little buzz. I wonder who I'll be today. Talon cleared her throat. The fly buzzed around, flying in a small circle. Saber snapped to attention.

"Dusk? How dare you show your mouse-heart muzzle here." Saber hissed. Great. My mom. This ought to go well. Talon sighed. "Yes, I know, sister." Talon spoke as she nudged the pigeon closer to Saber. "I brought you prey."

"I don't want any prey your pathetic paws have been all over. Only Talon gives me prey."

"Right, ok." Talon had moved toward the newsprint, gathering it up carefully and tossing it outside the den. She'd send one of the Tenderfoots around to collect it. She flicked an ear as she heard Saber shifting behind her. Suddenly, a weight on her back caused her to collapse. With a cry of surprise, Talon twisted around to see her aunt baring her yellowed fangs in her face. Talon took a few quick breaths, studying Saber's eyes as the brown she's pupils dilated and shrank. Saber blinked suddenly, exhaling.

"Oh, it's just you, Talon. Don't sneak up on me like that, sweetie. Did I hurt you? Here, come inside." Saber let her up, and Talon let out a sigh of annoyance; she had only just groomed her pelt, and now it was all dirty again. Saber padded inside, and Talon followed, starting to clean her pelt again.

"Oh, a rat! Thanks." Saber said cheerfully.

"It's a pigeon, Aunt Saber." Talon replied as her tongue ran over her dusty pelt. She spat out the muddy saliva that stuck on her tongue, then resumed her cleaning.

"Did you know you're mother was here today? She tried to give me prey. Probably filled with death berries or crowfood."

"Yeah, probably." Talon agreed half-heartedly, getting the last of the dust out of her grey fur. "Hey, I have to go. It's time for a meeting."

"Alright, dear. I'm so glad today's the day you're becoming a Hardclaw! Go get your collar. I'm so proud of you."

Just go with it, Talon. "Alright. I will. I'll bring you prey and more newsprint later." After a goodbye, Talon padded out of the den, holding a few tears in. She didn't want to be reminded of the day her mother left. Not at all.

Bat noticed her and bounded over. "Snipe says I might get my collar today!"

Talon let out a snarl, snapping her fangs a mere whisker-length away from his face. The Tenderfoot let out a little squeak as the Second stalked off.

…

Eris rushed out of the den, hissing. Her paws slammed into the concrete with every bit of strength she could muster. Her left shoulder was in shreds, but she ignored the shooting pain and throbbing as blood dripped down. It trailed down her leg, over her soft white fur. The world around her seemed to blur as she reached top speed.

Her thoughts buzzed around like angry bees. Got to get away. They don't love me anyway. It wasn't my fault! She could still see the tiny bodies of her step-brothers, sick and weak with the illness. The illness she survived. The illness she gave to them.

Krivi. He looked more like Chara then Marku, with his black pelt and green eyes with amber flecks. His mouth seemed to be a permanent smile, never creped out by her red eyes. He was always trying to make Eris laugh, and when he fell ill, she tried to return the favor. She still remembers one of his laughing fits that turned into a gasp for air, which was his last.

Kenji. He was like an exact replica of Marku, inside and out, sporting his father's mottled brown and black fur, along with a white underbelly. Although he had his mother's eyes, she only saw the coldness Marku harbored. He chastised Krivi for his kindness toward her. He was there when Krivi died, and within a week, a week of weakly snarling insults and names at her that still stung, he passed too. She still blamed herself for his death, even though he was a pain in the tail.

Marku flew into a rage after that. He would let no other cat near Chara, especially Eris. "You might still harbor that disease in your mangy flea-bitten DNA, you inbred. You murdered my sons! I'll rip you to rat food, you freak!" He roared at her.

Chara watched from the shadows of the den as Eris was ripped to shreds, as her snow white pelt become crimson on a daily basis, as she was ridiculed and beaten several times after that. Eris saw tears flow from Chara's eyes once, but they were not shed for her, but for her deceased kits, murdered in Chara's cold eyes. They would never be the soft, sweet eyes Eris had seen when she was found. Never again.

Eris had been running so blindly as tears blurred her vision that she didn't see the cat in front of her. She collided with it, and they tumbled down, her speed causing them to roll a few times. They landed, her under the tom. It was a tom she deducted by his cry of surprise. Shaking the dust off her head, she opened her eyes and saw Aurel. His ginger fur looked faded with all the dust in it. He blinked his ice-blue eyes, blushing a bit.

"Oh, Eris. Sorry, I should have…" He studied her face, tear-streaked no doubt, as he got off of her, his eyes loosing the usual happiness that sparked when he saw her. His eyes flitted to her shoulder, matted with dry blood. "Marku." He growled, his hatches rising immediately.

"No, please, Aurel. I'm fine, just a few scratches." Eris's words seemed to fly out of her mouth, as if she couldn't speak fast enough. "It's fine, I deserve it. I-"

"Eris, we both know that's a piece of mouse dung. You don't deserve it, and you know it." He looked into her red eyes, at her scars over her eye, with determination. Eris stopped speaking, finding herself lost in those beautiful blue eyes.

She exhaled, knowing the truth in his words; she must have just gotten used to hearing Marku's words so long, she believed them. She shook her head. "Ok. Just, please, don't say anything. I'm fine. I really am." She gave him a small smile to prove her point, trying to hide her leg on which she put no weight on at the moment.

Aurel sighed, nodding. "Ok." He sat next to her, bending down to clean the blood off her fur and leg. His rhythmic licks were conforting, and she felt herself tremering with emotion. She sighed, trying to collect herself while breathing a word of thanks. Aurel nodded, and when there was no more red in her fur, Aurel stood.

"Come on, there's a meeting today." Eris nodded, wishing they didn't have to go back to the Main, that they could just sit here together, but she struggled to her paws. Aurel offered to let her lean on him, and she accepted, thanking him again, and the two cats headed slowly back toward the Main.

I think that's it for now. I'll try to get everyone's submission in a chapter soon, but I'm tired at the moment. Hopefully I got everything right in this chapter, character wise. Remember to review!