Chapter Seventeen:

Unknown Lands

Dancer of the Wind: Remember, ShadowClan was in ThunderClan territory?? Remember how the camp was overrun? So, when Fireheart and Sandstorm return, they will clarify ShadowClan camp..:)

Sandstorm woke to see Fireheart gone. She walked out of the den, and there she saw Fireheart, standing in the rising sun, as he looked to the east, he was like a brand of fire in the sunlight.

"Fireheart," mewed Sandstorm. Fireheart turned.

"Hey. Ready to get going?" asked Fireheart. "We can hunt along the way."

"Okay," mewed Sandstorm. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay. I love you. You always take care of me like that," mewed Fireheart.

"That's what a mate does. She looks out for her love," mewed Sandstorm. Fireheart smiled. She nuzzled his handsome ginger pelt. They trekked away, leaving ShadowClan camp behind. As they left the ShadowClan scent markers, they came to open moorland.

"What in the name of StarClan? How does ShadowClan have moorland at the edge of thier territory?" yowled Fireheart in surprise.

"No one ever knew, I'm guessing. Not many ShadowClan cats come here," Sandstorm predicted. Fireheart nodded.

"At least we can hunt without breaking the Warrior Code," mewed Fireheart. Sandstorm nodded.

"Let's meet back here when we each find a peice of prey," mewed Sandstorm.

"Agreed," mewed Fireheart, and they set off in seperate directions. Sandstorm bounded towards a small trickling stream just south of the ShadowClan border. There, beneath the trickling sound of a stream, was the soft scuffling of a shrew. Sandstorm dropped into a hunters crouch, and snatched the small creature up with a quick killing bite. Fireheart, on the other hand wasn't having as good luck. Finally, he smelt a mouse. He dropped into a crouch, and snuck up on the tiny creature. He killed it, and ran to meet Sandstorm.

"Finally!" Sandstorm meowed, as Fireheart sat next to her. "I caught mine and came back here about a half an hour ago!"

"Sorry. Not much luck to the north," mewed Fireheart. Sandstorm narrowed her eyes, and than burst into a mrrow of laughter. "What's so funny?"

"Your mouse wasn't dead, a-and it just r-ran away!" laughed Sandstorm. Fireheart looked down at his paws, where his mouse had been just a few minutes ago. "Don't worry, macho tom. I'll share my shrew."

"Thanks!" mewed Fireheart, and so, he and Sandstorm shared the Shrew, and set out on the first step to a long, and grueling journey.

a wierd ending 4 the chappy, i know...REVIEW PLZ!