A/N: Hello, young children! How are you doing this fine afternoon/night/day/morning? It depends on where you live. Welcome back to OCs Needed! Time for a sneaky peeky at my new fanfic, Fang's Shadow. The basic summary is in the normal format by itself. Enjoy! Oh, by the way the idea was inspired by the one and only guest, Lightningspirit! You can still send in your OCs, so keep them coming. Let us go into the deep, dark depths of a new fanfiction.

StoneClan settled in the territory on the mountain range that is opposite of The Tribe of Rushing Water's land seasons ago. They live in a similar landscape but their camp is close enough to the four Clans for them to notice. They've been found and they've accepted the warrior code. Now, the relatively new Clan faces a challenge that literally shreds them to pieces. Huge wildcats like Sharptooth are being tested by Twolegs in StoneClan territory, running wild and starving. With the Twolegs and wildcats advancing on them, a new prophecy is revealed to the StoneClan medicine cat, a vision that isn't told until after the threat is announced. What is the prophecy, did every cat really accept the warrior code, and the question that is on every cat's mind: How will StoneClan survive?

Prologue

It was silent. A large creek rushed down the mountainside, but other than that, everything was as quiet as death. Suddenly, a terrible caterwaul broke the silence and the pounding of paws grew louder and louder. All of a sudden, a brown-and-ginger tortoiseshell tom burst through the undergrowth with a grey she-kit in his mouth. He leaped across the bubbling waters and tried to say something, his voice muffled by the bundle of fur.

Behind him, a dark grey tabby queen struggled through the water, her amber eyes wide with terror. "Come on, Smokeclaw," the tom called, setting down his kit and helping the she-cat out of the creek. She had another kit in her mouth. They both set off at a steady pace but were soon frightened to speed when a rattling yowl boomed in the darkness across the creek. The queen risked a glance over her shoulder and immediately wished she hadn't. A shadowy beast ran after them and Smokeclaw could just see its white claws flashing in the moonlight.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remove the sight from her mind. That was a terrible mistake. Smokeclaw suddenly felt her front paws slip out on thin air and she opened her eyes to see the dizzying front of a sheer rock cliff. The brown-and-ginger tortoiseshell bit his jaws around her scruff and dragged her back to keep her from falling through empty space to a silvery lake gleaming below. They were in uncharted territories now, a place that hadn't been explored yet. And worst of all, they were cornered.

What are we going to do now? Smokeclaw wondered. She began hyperventilating and stepping back. She felt the stone crumbling under her paws, but she didn't care. I'll go down with the ship… Then she stopped. The tom was shoving her along closer to the cliff edge. "What are you doing, Tawnylight?" she snapped. "Keeping you safe," the brown-and-ginger tortoiseshell huffed through a mouthful of kit fluff. Suddenly, the grey tabby queen's face drained of all arrogance. "T-Tawnylight," she whispered. It was only then that the deputy turned around and saw a massive light brown paw with claws that shone so bright Smokeclaw was almost blinded. It slammed down, but luckily all it earned for the beast was a cracked pad because Tawnylight ducked out of the way just in time.

"Go, Smokeclaw," Tawnylight hissed, jumping and evading every swat of the huge wildcat's paw. "There's a smooth white stone path that slides down toward the lake. You'll be able to find camp there." The tom ducked another swipe and carefully slid the grey kit toward Smokeclaw. "You'll be okay, right?" she asked, fearing for her deputy's safety. "I'll be fine, Smoky girl," he replied with a wink.

Smokeclaw smiled. "Smoky girl" was a nickname Tawnylight had used when they were kits. It had annoyed her so much then but now, it was merely a way to show how much they had developed as friends over the seasons. "Bye, Tawny boy," she whispered, but it was lost in the fray as Tawnylight used his own offense moves. She turned around and hurried away from the fight.

She quickly found the path that Tawnylight had told her about and padded down silently. On the sandy beaches, she could still see the wildcat and Tawnylight fighting, fangs biting deep into their opponent's skin, claws slicing across their opponent's face. With a shudder, Smokeclaw noticed a spray of scarlet drops illuminated against the moon's light. "He'll be fine," she murmured to herself. "He's my Tawny boy." That surprised her. Her heart belonged to Skystorm, not Tawnylight. Besides, Songfur was expecting his kits. She loved Skystorm, didn't she?

She turned away, contemplating these thoughts deeply when she heard an ear piercing shriek. Smokeclaw whirled around. Tawnylight was pinned under the wildcat, struggling and pushing desperately. But the monster wouldn't budge. Then time seemed to slow down. The monster rose up, giving him an advantage. Or, was it an advantage? Tawnylight stood up and began to lunge at the wildcat when it suddenly cornered him, its black-tipped tail flicking wildly and its eyes yearning for blood. Tawnylight took one small step backward and that was his fatal mistake. A chunk of earth underneath his paws began to slide out of place and so he began to slip, too.

In a small split second, Tawnylight was falling through the air, his whole body flipping trying to land on his paws but nothing happened. With horror, Smokeclaw noticed dark rocks rising out of the sand on the beach, their jagged points aiming straight at the deputy's neck. Even worse, if Tawnylight didn't crash on the rocks then the hard fall would kill him.

Smokeclaw was transfixed in horror. The last thing he had said to her was proving his love for her. She took a step forward, kits in mouth then burst forward with renewed speed. Tears streamed over her cheeks as she ran, allowing her a chance to become fully sentimental. No queen should show their true emotions to their kits, but that night, Smokeclaw did.

The grey tabby queen hauled Tawnylight's broken body onto her back and it didn't even slip over the entire journey home. All she could think about was his final words, over and over. "I'll be fine, Smoky girl." She cried and cried until finally she found the forest area that surrounded StoneClan camp. Smokeclaw sighed and dried her tears on a feathery fern. She then stepped into camp, wearing an emotionless face to cover her grief. Gasps of shock erupted from all the cats immediately.

There she was, an average queen holding her two kits and the body of the next-to-highest rank in the Clan. It was quite shocking and if it was hard for others to process, it was even harder for Smokeclaw. She saw her mate, Skystorm standing in the crowd, looking at her with a confused expression. Looking at him fueled a warm sensation in her chest, building over the time she sat staring at the light grey tom. She wanted to be warm, away from the cold things she had seen.

Smokeclaw couldn't help herself. She rushed forward, set down her kits at Skystorm's paws and nuzzled her head softly into his chest. One small crystal tear fell from her eye and landed on the grey she-kit's head. She whimpered quietly and tried to find her mother blindly.

The queen looked down tenderly at her daughter and son, both hungrily batting at the air with their tiny paws. Then she had a terrible flash back to when Tawnylight died. His paws had been flailing like that. Smokeclaw picked up Cinderkit, the smoky grey tabby and Skystorm picked up Bramblekit, a brown tabby tom. Skystorm picked up Bramblekit, a brown tabby tom. They were happy then but one small thought lingered at the back of her mind:

Who do I really love?

A/N: My Olympians, that was mysterious! I put in a whole lot of work into this and this, what you are saying is what it is. So please…. Don't hate, appreciate! ;P Take care and have a lovely day/night!