Disclaimor: I do not own warriors, things would be very questionable if I did.

"Why do we live in a den in front of a cave?" Shatter dared to ask Night a few days after Shutter's death.

Out of nowhere Night's claws lashed at Shatter's neck. "You want to know?" Night hissed.

They were outside the dead tree that was their den. Behind the tree was some of the stone infamous stone wall that surrounded the valley. But just above the roots of the tree and in the wall was a tunnel, what it lead to… only Night knew.

Shatter felt the blood come out of the new wound in her neck. "Yes" Shatter answered steadily. She knew better than to show weakness.

"That wound is the price for you knowing then." Night hissed in Shatter's ear, causing a reflexive ear twitch.

Shatter nodded despite the pain from the throbing wound. Night never hits Shatter or Shadow hard enough to kill, just enough to let them know who was in charge... for now anyways.

"Very good." Night growled and gave only the slightest nod of respect. "There is a tree with white leaves under Bloody Lake. Light shines off it's leaves illuminating the cavern. It is said one time when a clan cat fell in here he found the tunnel and the tree. The clan cat bit one of the roots and fell asleep, when he woke up he told any cat that would listen that 'the tree is like another Moon Pool!' Whatever that meant. But basically it meant when he fell asleep and dreamt he spoke to cats he knew that had died. He called the tree, White Tree, for it's leaves. Of course one of our ancestors ended that cat and made this tree our den. Our bloodline started when Bloody Valley did and so it is our duty to erase all problems." Night finished the story.

Shatter looked in the direction of the tunnel wanting to know if there really was a tree with white leaves despite the dead tree blocking the way.

"If I ever catch your scent, even a paw step in that tunnel you'll regret it." Night growled warningly as if reading Shatter's mind.

Shatter flinched and nodded still feeling the blood dripping from her neck wound, but it was slower now.

"Shadow!" Night called coldly, making sure Shadow knew to hurry.

Shadow approached and excitement shined in her eyes when she saw Shatter's wound. "What is it?"

"Come with me." Night growled and without waiting left.

Shadow hesitated and looked back at Shatter before following.

Shatter closed her eyes thoughtfully. Talking to the dead through dreams?

A twig snapped jolting Shatter out of her thoughts. Shatter looked around, tense wondering who had snapped a twig so close to the lair of Night. Shatter got the feeling she was being watched. And for the briefest moment she could swear she had seen a pair of yellow eyes watching, but they disappeared before Shatter could think twice.

Shatter blinked and shook her head and looked at the tree that was her den that also hid what could possibly be the biggest secret in Bloody Valley. Possibly. Shatter had already known about how her ancestors had been some of the first cats to be trapped in the valley, obviously never escaping. Never tried to actually.

Shatter knew once she was fully grown she would be huge like most cats before her had been, she knew her claws and teeth would be covered with blood, she knew she would have many scars, and she knew as long as she stayed she would be feared. But now… other thoughts were replacing the future that had been laid out long before she was born. What if Shadow is right to hate me? What if I'm not meant for the valley? It doesn't make sense, my whole family line had been born here and was all much like Night was…

But what about your father? The thought seemed to come from another voice altogether Shatter noticed. But the voice did have a point… what about her father? Her father had been killed by Night herself before Shatter and Shadow had even been born. The one cat Shatter had never even thought to ask about. The one cat she knew that had existed but had never even heard of a name. She had never even thought about him
until that voice… where had it come from? It was definitely not a voice that she could've made up in her mind. It had seemed distant, yet near… ancient, but young… unnatural, and natural… most disturbingly though, unfamiliar however very much familiar. It almost made her shudder.

But what about your father? The voice said again, this time echoing like it would in a deep tunnel. Shatter knew inside that this echo would go on until it was answered, but until then it will continue to echo for however long it took to be answered.

Things were changing in Bloody Valley and Shatter knew she was one of them.

What about your father?

So... yeah... more background on Shatter's family... Ugh. Shadow gives me the creeps sometimes. *Shudders.* And that is hard to do. Then again I know how she thinks. Her mind isn't as scary as mine, but it's still kind of creepy.