Welcome back to the Prophecy of Ash! This is the second installment of the series (technically the third, considering Cindercall's Fear). Buckle up and get ready, because prophecies are flying, cats are in danger, and things are getting crazy.


Blood dripped and pooled on the ground, green eyes staring at it in dismay.

Two foxes crouched down, devouring a young wolf's body; a wolf by the name of Amber.

The wolf watching over the fox's feast turned away, drifting over to the far wall in the cave that he called home.

His large russet paw lifted against it, crossing out a series of scratch marks.

"Live long in the Den of Skies, underneath the Mother's protection," he whispered, his voice cracking in agony.

"Scorch give us meal!" One of the foxes cried suddenly. "Much thanks for tasty tasty meal!"

The wolf, Scorch, turned to the fox that spoke, his gaze momentarily flickering down to Amber's body.

"I gave you my word," he murmured softly. "Enjoy."

The two foxes continued digging in, as Scorch shifted past them, escaping from his den.

He moved through the empty camp that his pack called home.

Or at least, he thought they called it home.

It didn't feel like home anymore.

His paws kept him moving forward, his ears low as he mulled over the young she-wolf.

A sweet one, he thought. Someone who would've made a great fighter... A hunter of immense proportions...

He paused.

Don't think like that, Scorch, sneered a vicious voice in his mind. Remember what you are. They'll all die in the end.

His paws began to move again, though Scorch did not know where they took him.

He passed through trees, over meadows.

He rarely saw any deer down here.

He couldn't remember why they wanted this territory to begin with.

There were far more deer further up along the mountain ridge.

"You'd go so far as to question me?" The voice snarled viciously. Scorch crouched in fear, scrabbling back, his fur bristling, his eyes flickering up to the black wolf in terror. "You're supposed to bring the end of our Pack, you mutt. Why do you care where I take us? Or do you feel pity for those weak cats? In that cold, dead heart of yours, Destroyer?"

Scorch's ears pinned to his head.

"What brings you here?"

The voice was not in his head like before, and instead he lifted his gaze, meeting the curious yet guarded eyes of Nemora, who sat on her ledge at the entrance of her cave.

Scorch didn't speak for a long moment.

He knew that Nemora was biased towards the cats.

They were here first, and they were like her, just... small.

We shouldn't be here, a soft part of him whimpered. Go... Build the pack up... Feast on prey; there's so much further up... You don't have to do this.

And yet a larger part of him hung onto the words of the Alpha before him.

Why did he care?

He was the destroyer.

Scorch didn't bother leaping up to speak with Nemora.

He couldn't bring himself to face her gaze. Those knowing eyes that could see his evil.

He moved forward, instead curling up beneath the rock.

"Scorch?"

Nemora's voice was soft, gentle, surprised.

But Scorch did not answer.

Instead, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep, dreaming of a future that would never be his.


Blue eyes glittered as they met the starlit sky, and a pretty grey wolf curled up at the edge of the cave.

Her flank moved softly, her fur patted down with poultice and cobweb.

But the wounds beneath did not sting her.

She stared up at the sky, her heart hollow.

This is for the best, she mused gently. He's not there. Not anymore.

With a gentle sigh, she rested her head on her paws.

She thought of the words she had heard earlier that night. Of a war brewing between cats.

But those thoughts drifted away easily.

Instead she remembered.

Gentle memories, of a burning pelt beneath the sun, and glittering green eyes glowing with love and affection for her.


"Sand."

The voice made the tan she-wolf turn around, her eyes glowing in the dark. She met the gaze of a brown-furred wolf, his eyes dark.

"Yes?" She growled softly.

"She's been accepted. Our scouts say she's holed up in a den on the outskirts of their territory."

A twisted grin spread over Sand's gaze.

"Perfect." She shifted past the brown wolf, moving out of the den, her gaze moving up to the stars. "And Scorch?"

"He... killed Amber." The brown wolf's voice was soft. "Fed her to his pets."

"A shame," Sand snorted. "But what do you expect from the Destroyer?" Her eyes narrow. "Where is he now?"

"Unknown."

"Unknown?" Sand's gaze glowed with rage as she whipped around. "You weren't tracking him?!"

She lunged for the brown wolf, snapping her fangs close to his throat.

"You fool! What if he goes after her! This plan will be ruined!"

"But he doesn't love her anymore!" The brown wolf yipped, wincing as fangs dug into his shoulder.

"You're a deer-brained child!" Sand sneered. "Of course he still loves her! Have you not seen him?"

"But he left her!"

Sand's eyes narrowed, and she clawed the side of the wolf, his howls of pain cutting off as she stepped on his throat.

"You have no idea how Scorch works, do you?" She sneers. "If he messes this up, you realize we won't have access to the Clans anymore, right? We won't have access to their medicines, their prey, their territory."

"What?! But, Sand, I thought—"

"I don't ask you to think, Branch," Sand growled softly, her eyes glistening with rage. "I ask you to follow orders."

The wolf beneath her, Branch, clamped his jaws shut.

His gaze met hers, and his ears low.

"What orders do you have for me," his eyes darkened, his teeth drawn back in a snarl. "Mother?"

"I told you not to call me that," she sneered. "You're no son of mine. Not since you let her die. Both of you."

She lifted her paw, backing up, her head held high.

"Listen here, and listen close, Branch," she snarled. "Find Scorch."

Her gaze hardened with rage.

"And don't let him out of your sight."


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