A/N: Sorry for the wait.. Writers block….. Your lucky, it contains some of my atempted humor...Well, you know the deal, R&R D

A howling was heard into the distance. The shadows moved closer, narrowing down. Yellow eyes reflected moonlight, casting a ghostly glow. The shadows danced across the faces.

Gleaming yellow eyes looked into her soul. Staring, hungering for her fear. The fear they lived off, the fear they needed to survive. They watched her from the shadows, she still unaware of their presence.

As the beasts moved forward, the light of the moon draped across their backs. Some were black, black as the midnight sky. And others, others were a twilight gray. And only one was an unreal white, reflecting moonlight off his shaggy pelt.

Now, this white one, he seamed to be the alpha, but it also seamed that at any moment he could be torn from his throne by any other of the males. But even they respected him.

They moved closer and closer; still Shane was unaware of them – looking into a pool of water. Something was caught in the reflection of the cool blue water. Striking white fur and gleaming yellow eyes.

Shaina turned. Glistening saliva dripped down onto the bony paws of some great white beast. Dripping into a small puddle at its claws. Shane's ice blue eyes looked up, full of an unmentionable fear.

She looked into the dull, yellow eyes of the wolf. Snarling muzzle, and cracked yellow teeth. SmokeDark's eyes shined with hate and the urge to kill. And right then, Shane knew what he wanted.

Blood…

But not just any blood….

Her Blood….

The small brown and white she-cat woke gasping for breath. Shivers running down her spine. A figure jumped back, but awkwardly. It was fat-ish. Shane lurched back, waiting for the horrible image of SmokeDark to fade from her vision and her eyes to adjust to the light. But she could take no chances.

Oh… It was Tam… The round calico she-cat slowly inched closer, guarding her round belly.

"Shane?" She asked, in her light voice, clearly worried.

"What?" Shane replied; voice cracked from not having a drink in quite some time.

"What did you do this time? Ashwood said he wasn't going to make another acceptation for you? And where's Luka?"

Ohhhhh… Shit…… Luka was the father of Tam's kits. Now this was noooooot good…. How will I get out of this one…?

"Ummmm… Well, Luka's kinda…. Dead."

The calico stared back at her blankly, not knowing if she actually heard anything or if she was imagining things, again.

"Excuse me? Did you say… DEAD?"

"Yuuuup…"

Oh, and remember this. Telling a queen that her mate is dead when she's extremely close to kiting – Not the best idea in the world, especially if you say it like she did.

Tam started to sway, slightly at first, then back and forth. Shane took a step forward, not knowing what to expect.

"I don't feel so goo-"

Then her eyes rolled back, and Tam fainted. Right there in the middle of God knows where on the dusty floor.

Not Good. Not Good. Not Good. Not Good. NOT GOOD!

Wait a minute… Where the hell am I?

It had just struck Shane. She didn't know where the hell she was right now… She couldn't remember anything past… The last time she could remember…

The brown and white cat looked around. It was a kinda cave… Dusty floor, walls, ceiling. Ivy was growing up the sides and the only light came from the narrow entrance and a wide crack on the roof, no more that a whisker thick.

Wait, how had Tam squeezed through that entrance?

Then she remembered. This was the prisoner hold that FrostClan used whenever they had a mishap in the Clan, or decided to take another cat prisoner.

No doubt it was guarded outside. Shane glanced at Tam again, then padded to the queen's side.

"Hey, move your tail if you can hear me." She said into the calico's ear.

No Response.

I guess nobody's home… Well, she had to get help with the queen. Sand. Sand would help; Tam might have injured her unborn kits in the fall. A good excuse to see the wise yellow cat. Shaina really needed to figure out what was going on, and she needed someone who would actually tell her. Sand always knew.

Taking a deep breath, Shane walked to the entrance. Step by step. She wondered if they would let her out…

As she reached the entrance, she prayed either Thistlefur or Ginger were on guard duty. She wouldn't be able to stand it if it was Longstep or Shadow. They weren't exactly 'Shane-Fans'.

Cautiously, she poked her head out. There was Thistlefur. He wasn't as much of a jerk as the other toms, and he liked to play with her when they were kits. Right next to him sat Triclaw, the handy-capped Warrior. He was missing a back leg.

Thistlefur smiled down at her.

"Good Morning, Sleepy-Head. What can I do ya for?"

Triclaw looked at her. "If its nothing important, I'm afraid its back to the cave. Where's Tam? Haven't killed her too, have ya?"

Triclaw laughed at his own cruel humor. Thistlefur smiled, then looked away awkwardly.

"Tam fainted... I was going to get Sand to make sure her kits were fine. Can I go now?"

"Sorry, no can do." Triclaw said, just as Thistlefur opened his mouth. "You can't leave the Cave."

Thistlefur half-sighed, half-growled.

"Then how bout you get Sand for her? Would you like Tam's kits to die? If they do, you may not get another apprentice for years."

At that, the orange tabby's ears pricked up. "No, I insist. Ill fetch Sand."

He raced off in the direction of Sand's den.

"He acts like it was his idea…" Thistlefur chuckled.