A.N. To the handful of you who read Chapter 1: I made a huge screw up. This fic is from Scorchpaw's POV, so you may want to re-read that part if you want the names right and such. DX Sorry. It's all edited now, though, so on with Scorchpaw's story.

Ravenstar cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to gain the attention of the despaired cats around him. He appeared to Scorchpaw like he was rather embarrassed of the scene he had created earlier, and he was afraid of making a further fool of himself. He cleared his throat again. Scorchpaw kept his dark amber gaze firmly on him.

Slowly, the cats of SkyClan turned their heads to show their attention to the black tom. Each cat went at a different time, causing a few minutes to be spent on simply giving their attention to Ravenstar. Once everyone was listening, Ravenstar began to speak.

"As you have all heard, the Clans appear to be gone. Our troop of fours cats did not search the entire forest, but enough to know that there is no sign of Clans here. I have decided, however, that the Clan as a whole will hold a thorough search of the entire territory so I can decide whether or not we will stay here or continue on our journey."

Scorchpaw nodded in quiet agreement. A few cats let out yowls of approval.

"So it's settled. We will divide into four groups. We will all travel to the heart of the land before splitting off to search one territory per group."

The leader went on to create groups. Ravenstar was to lead Spiderpaw, Puddlepaw, Bristlehaze, Jayspots, and Aspenfrost. Creekstone had Spottedpaw, Scorchpaw, Tawnythroat, Fawnstep, and Copperspots. Willowmist was leading Meadowpaw, Thymepaw, Sagepatch, Thornstrike, and Creampaw. Lastly, Smokestripe was in charge of Lionpaw, Mistpaw, and Darkmoon. Cloud-dew was to stay behind with Smudgenose and Gingerflight. Both the elders badly needed rest, and clearly Cloud-dew did, too, since she volunteered to stay behind.

All four groups set off. They continued to follow the river. They slowly traveled away from the loud twoleg place. It was when they reached a large, sunny outcropping of rocks that Scorchpaw began to suspect that something was wrong. A wide thunderpath cut straight through the forest, leading towards the place full of log eating monsters. Monsters whizzed by every now and then towards the place. Scorchpaw wrinkled his nose in disgust. Who would want to live here? He wondered.

After passing the rocks, they soon had to half-wade-half-swim across an overflowing branch of the river they had been following. The dark ginger tom's paws barely grazed the bottom of the stream for most of the crossing, and Scorchpaw emerged soaked and shivering. He looked around to see that most of the other cats felt similarly about the water.

Scorchpaw was not in a good mood, to put it lightly. He was in a worse mood than usual, which was a dangerous stretch. He was soaked, he was cold, it was loud, and the air smelled foul. He trudged along reluctantly, wishing he could be back in the gorge where SkyClan truly belonged.

It was when they reached a crowded, round stretch of thunderpath that drove Scorchpaw close to a distraught rage. Monsters were roaring towards the circle constantly, entering and then exiting through one of the three other paths. Scorchpaw's head was beginning to throb from the noise and fumes.

He spotted large expanses of gray thunderpath on one side of the circle. Behind that were a plethora of tall twoleg nests. Monsters were standing all over the asphalt, twolegs walking in and out of the dens. He faintly smelled twoleg food over the fumes of the monsters. The tom felt like he was going to faint.

"Ravenstar!" Fawnstep meowed urgently. "We mustn't continue."

"Why not?" Ravenstar questioned. "I want to know why the Clans left!"

"Don't you see?" The medicine cat pleaded. "The twolegs destroyed their land by building more thunderpaths. This is no environment for a cat to live in!"

Ravenstar lowered his head. "I-I know. I just thought there might be hope," he mumbled. "Let's go back."

Scorchpaw was perfectly fine with heading back to the three cats who had stayed behind. He practically led the way, which was quite astonishing, only faltering when they had to cross the stream again. The water was just barely too big for him to jump it, and he envied the warriors who did jump across. He swam across with his jaws clamped shut, just wanting it to be over.

The walk back was hardly nicer than the walk there. Scorchpaw's head was pounding, he was tired, and his pelt was steadily heating up in the strong sunshine, especially since it was dark. He had to sprint across the outcropping of rocks, which were burning under his pads. The rest of the way was a blur to him—he was nearly asleep.

When the large troop of cats reached Smudgenose, Gingerflight, and Cloud-dew, Scorchpaw flopped down gratefully on the grass. He closed her eyes, but the pounding in his head kept him from sleep. He sat up with a huff, watching the Clan with harsh amber eyes, which were smoldering with more anger than normally. The walk had put him in a terrible mood.

"What happened?" Smudgenose meowed.

"We think we figured out what drove the clans away," Fawnstep told him. "There's an excessive amount of thunderpaths out there, and we think the twolegs may have destroyed they're camps with their nests and thunderpaths."

"So what are we going to do?" Gingerflight asked.

Fawnstep shrugged. "As long as we're not staying here, I am fine."

Scorchpaw felt the need to nod in agreement, even though the medicine cat wasn't talking to him and wasn't paying the slightest attention to him. He soon had a cat worth paying attention to, though, as Ravenstar yowled for attention. The ginger tom looked up at the leader, expectance glimmering in his eyes.

"The Clans are definitely gone," Ravenstar announced. We already know this, Scorchpaw complained inwardly.

"It is suspected that twolegs drove them away with their developments," he continued.

It isn't suspected, that is what happened. Unless you have another idea.

"The only logical thing to do is to further pursue the Clans. We will not make a home here—it wasn't fit for them, and we won't settle for leftovers."

I'm sure there are many other logical things that wouldn't result in more weariness and death, but I suppose you are leader, Scorchpaw scowled.

"We will leave at dawn tomorrow."

Looking up at the sky, Scorchpaw realized with a smile that it was not even close to sundown. A nice long break was exactly what he needed as soon as he sought herbs from Fawnstep.

"Fawnstep?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes?" The brown she-cat responded, distress creeping into her voice.

"I've got a heada-"

"Say no more," Fawnstep dismissed. "Many cats do. Thymepaw went out to fetch some feverfew and thyme…ah, there he is!" She mewed happily, padding over to the cream-colored cat and taking the herbs from him.

"Eat these," she instructed, pushing the plants towards him. "One will calm you down, and the other is good for fever which is associated with headache. That's the best I can do for you."

Scorchpaw nodded gratefully, lapping up the herbs before moving to the shade of the trees and drifting off into sleep.