Thank you everyone for the OC's! I really appreciate this, and hopefully it helps me with thinking through this story. Like I said before, this book will be near the same length as the first one. And I kinda hit a blockage in how to make this book go further and complete it.

Also, if you missed something in the Author Notes. This series will be six books, no more, no less. And some cats that have been submitted will die. I know I said this during the very beginning of this book, but if you missed that I'm saying it once more.

So, if you have a loveable character you don't want to see die. Or someone you have submitted, then please say so in the comments. I will not be killing off any type of main-story characters, like that of the Pov's, Hazelwind, and so on.

And if you have any suggestions I'd gladly read them over. Any help is welcomed.

~ Crimson.

7-12-20 11:30 Pm

The morning air was crisp as they padded through the forest. Snow laid over the ground, freezing their paws to almost a numbed-like state. Critters scuffled around in the barren landscape, escaping the sight of blue eyes by a whisker.

Blankface glanced around. Breathing in the scents of the dead forest, welcoming anything that might be the trail of prey. "Find anything?" Breezeclaw asked, his amber eyes flickering around the forest.

The white warrior dipped their head. Breezeclaw was just a few moons older then themself, earning his warrior name a few moons earlier then he should've. Always helpful, but he could be stuck-up, something that made Blankface irritated quickly.

"No, it snowed this morning and covered any type of scents." Grumbled the warrior, tail twitching.

Breezeclaw let out a loud huff. Displeased by the answer as he quickly padded away. Ignoring the tom they started to walk towards the burnt part of the forest. Ears pointed as they tried to listen for any type of movements.

Closing their eyes they consitated on smell and hearing. It was those two things that could be more useful then sight sometimes. Their ear twitched as they heard something rustling in the barren bushes. Head turning to the sound as they crouched down, pin-pointing the creature quickly.

It was a squirrel, bushy red tail thrashing in the air as it tried to dig into the snow. Blankface kept slinking forward silently, their paw steps placed softly, as to not make any noise. The squirrel didn't pay them any mind, it was like the nut-brained animal was deaf.

Unsheathing their claws they leaped forward. Grabbing the squirrel, teeth snapping into it's neck. The animal twitched once before falling limp. Warm blood filled their jaws as they heard loud paw steps crunching on the snow.

"I see we both had StarClan had our side," the white-and-gold-patched tom meowed.

Dropping their prey they sighed inwardly. Ears flicking with annoyence of the mention that dead cats gave them luck. I had caught this with my own skills, teeth and claws. Blankface didn't share their thoughts out loud. The only thing that showed this was the lashing of their tail.

Breezeclaw had either chose to ignore it, or didn't see it. Instead he continued on about how this would be good for the Clan. Even if it SturmClan was doing much better then most of the other Clans, no sick cats and prey came better, making them less starved.

The cat now dragged themself into camp. Behind the hunting patrol as they pushed past the brambles. The twigs and thrown tugged on their white pelt, leaving behind tufts of fur.

"Hey! Want to share this, I found it just a few minutes ago, so it's still warm." A fluffy gray she-cat bounded to their side. A large grin on her maw as she talked muffled by a rabbit she held in her jaws.

Blankface searched the camp. There was no sign of Flightwing, so until he came back they had nothing to do. Shrugging they placed down their prey they had found before and padded alongside the she-cat.

The two of them found a shaded spot. Placing the tan pelted animal between them. Blankface ripped of their own piece of the rabbit off. Leaving what they could to the fluffy she-cat.

"So, how was hunting today?" The she-cat asked.

Blankface frowned. Blinking to the side at the gray warrior, they didn't know much about their Clanmates. Spending time and getting to know anyone was something they didn't, and couldn't, do in this Clan.

Tearing through all they could of their memories they lashed their tail. This she-cat was named Violetleaf, at least they thought that was right. "Um, hunting was fine." They murmured, shifting in their place.

Violetleaf quickly nodded. A bright smile on her maw, which seemed rare for anyone in their Clan. "Oh, well at least leafbare is coming to an end. We're lucky to be one of the Clans without any sickly cats."

They nodded in agreement. It was surprising that they had no sickly cats, definitely since half of FunkeClans population seemed to be just that, the ill. Even some of the other Clans, like StrichClan, had at least a few ill cats. WaldClan seemed more closed off about their numbers of the ill. But they overheard a she-cat talking about three or so being sickly in her Clan.

"There you ar- who's this?" Flightwing stopped just a few lengths away from them. Ears flattened as he glared at the fluffy she-cat beside them.

Blankface flicked an ear as they raised to their paws. "Violetleaf," they meowed, quickly glancing to see her reaction. They still weren't completely sure that was her real name.

The gray she-cat beamed as she heard her name. Ears perked as she lashed her tail from side to side. "Hello, Flightwing. Me and Blankface were just sharing a rabbit," she explained in a small purr.

Flightwing frowned, looking down at the mostly eaten rabbit. It sat between where Blankface sat, and the she-cat, thought she had eaten a larger portion. "Right.." The silver tom lashed his tail, glancing over to Blankface. "We should get going. Night patrol is soon."

Night patrol. Blankface dipped their head. This was their way of saying a search party for Flightwing's lost sister, Whisperkit. Moons ago Ravenstar had stopped these search parties, before they even got into the Clan.

Even though the Clan stopped searching Flightwing continued. And soon enough Blankface helped him search, happy to help the one cat who seemed not to mind then being around.

"Right, I'm coming." Blankface turned away from the she-cat. Only saying a quick thank you for the shared meal before paddling after Flightwing.

Today, (7-14-20), is national non-binary day! I love that this is on Blankface's chapter, since they are non-binary themself, and one of my favorite characters in this series.

(7-21-20) Sorry about the long wait. I haven't been in the mood to wright a lot, so hopefully this short chapter can hold up till I get back into making full chapters.

~ Crimson.