NO, your eyes are NOT deceiving you. This is the next chapter in Silverfang. I know, I'm a bad girl. I'M SORRY!!! I HAD A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG WRITERS BLOCK!!! Therefore, everyone gets plushies of their choice.

This is the next chapter, and I have to go to bed now (math test in the morning) so no review replies.

Disclaimer: Erin Hunter just published her newest book, not me.

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"Ridge, wake up! We're going hunting! And I'm starving, so I'm sure you are as well," Sparks yipped, his tail wagging furiously.

Ridge groaned and lifted his head, His entire body was sore, and he struggled to his feet, swaying slightly. Sleeping on the cold ground was different than the warm Thunderclan hollow.

"Cant we hunt later?" he asked sleepily. All they had to do was go and catch a few rabbits, what was so special about that?

"No way! Deathmoon has his hunting face on, and even I can feel the lust rising in me," Sparks explained, exasperated.

Ridge ignored him, rolling away from the white wolf. Sparks eyes lit up mischievously.

"Fine then, I'll just tell Shadow that you didn't want to be her partner, and that you instead wanted to sleep in," he said tauntingly.

Ridge's ears shot up, and his eyes glinted, "You wouldn't dare," he growled.

"Watch me," he barked, racing out of the deserted sleeping area, with Ridge close at his heels.

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All the wolves stood in a circle, Deathmoon in the center. He raised his head slightly, and his magnificent eyes demanded attention. All wolves had their tales lowered respectfully, and anticipation showed in the all the wolves' stance.

None said a word, the only sound that disrupted the silence was the wolves' panting. Then, without warning, the black leader raised his muzzle to the sky, a long and delightful howl emanating from his chest and shaking the nerves inside Ridge. Deathmoon jumped from the rock outcrop, running out or the clearing. Wolves followed in pairs, their excited barks promising an experience worth remembering, Ridge followed alongside Sparks , Shadow and Rust in front of them. A distaste rose from within Ridge, and he felt the urge to nip at Rust's heels.

Sparks was running easily ahead, his long and gangly body moving effortlessly over the ground, his large paws propelling him forward. Ridge fell slightly behind, unused to being beaten, save Sootpaw, Narrowing his eyes, he put on a burst of power, intending to out pass Sparks, but only succeeded in tripping over his abnormally large paws and sliding into the bushes. Sparks stopped and waited impatiently for the dog to get up, shaking his head and shoulders. By

Ridge saw Shadow start to slow, as to wait for him to catch up, but Rust herded her away, snapping at her ears. That made Ridge stumble to his feet, growling, but Sparks stopped him.

"This isn't mating season, this is hunting time! Leave Shadow for the full moon, we need to catch up to the rest of the pack!" Sparks snapped, his eyes slightly red. Ridge looked at his friend, confused, but didn't stop to ask what made him so grumpy. He also didn't want to admit that the wolf was right, that pack was long gone and only their paw prints remained.

Shaking the dirt from his pelt, he charged after them, with Sparks at his heels, laughing. The wind felt good around his face, his ears listened for the sounds of the forest and the rest of the pack, and soon they caught up with them.

The pack was looking down into a valley filled with deer that had bedded down for the night. The pack leaders keen eyes quickly scanned the herd, and they rested on a female doe with her foreleg bent at an awkward angle. Deathmoon wagged his tail, satisfied, and turned to his pack. They all looked at him with hopeful expressions.

"We will hunt," he thundered.

Sparks started quivering, and Shadow shook her pelt in anticipation. Ridge, however, looked confusedly from the large brown herbivores to the hungry pack of wolves beside him. They were going to hunt such a big animal?

"What are we doing?" he whispered to Sparks .

"Why hunting, of course! What do you think we ate, mice?"

"It's a possibility," the dog muttered.

"Just copy me and Shadow," he said

Ridge nodded, not convinced, but readied his stance as the rest of the pack.

Looking around, he saw that half the pack had melted away, sneaking aroung the valley, Rust being one of them.

With her 'captor' gone, Shadow came alongside Ridge, whispering in his ear, "Don't do anything stupid, just watch this once."

Ridge felt like he wanted to snap at the half wolf for thinking that he could not hunt, but realized she was trying to help just as the words formed in his throat.

"Fine," he whispered sullenly. Looking back into Shadows eyes, he saw them slightly tinted red.

"Alrighty, lets go hunt," Sparks howled,

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The herd bolted when the scent of wolf reached them, and the wolves cut the lame doe off from the herd, circling her. Renegade leapt at the brown she-deer, but turned in mid-air, and landed far away from his target, the doe's back. But then Umbra nipped at the distracted doe's heels, and Luna jumped on to the deer's back. The doe tried to stand on her three legs, but they buckled and crumpled beneath her.

Ridge looked on from the hillside in awe, and he felt Virgo stand beside him. He turned, and saw the wolf's two-colored eyes droop in boredom.

"This is a easy kill, and probably not the amazing hunt Sparks wanted you to see. Usually its longer, and way more exciting. He really wants to impress you, to make you want to stay with us."

Ridge shook his head, not believing it.

"He's just hanging out with me because I'm a brand new pack member, don't know about the pack, and you are madly in love with his evil brother he really doesn't like named Rust."

Virgo's kind face turned stony, her eyes cold.

"I'm sorry you think that way," she spat. "But you are wrong. Sparks would do anything for you. And, for your information, the only reason I have been hanging around Rust is that Shila has warned me too. I know he has an interest in another pack member, I'm not dumb. I don't want to be near him if I have to, but to do what a Sage is supposed to do is to follow Shila's commands. It's so annoying to pretend to pant over a wolf that like someone who doesn't like him back, and that creature just happens to have a liking to a wolf that Rust has no liking at all, and that wolfdog they will eventually fight over just might have a future with the next pack leader, who happens to be Sparks' best friend!" Her voice had been steadily rising the entire time, and not it was a howl.

The wolves that were slowly taking the life source from the deer, looked up at the two wolves, and Sparks signaled for Ridge to come down.

Ridge looked back at Virgo, who lay was still panting heavily. Glaring at him, she signaled impatiently for the dog to go and eat.

Ridge nodded, slightly perturbed.

When he reached the bottom of the hill to where the pack was, Sparks cleared away a little room for his friend. The white wolf's muzzle was drenched in blood, and his smile was cruel-looking.

"Try it," he growled, his voice gravely and so not like Sparks.

Ridge blinked, not sure what to do, and to a bite of the blood-drenched meat.

Before his vision went black, he noticed that Sparks eyes were red, and as he snarled, he thought he saw Firestar's body, as mangled as it had been on the day when they fought Shadowclan.

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MY WRITERS BLOCK IS GONE!!! w00+!!!

I will update again quickly.

BlindSeer