Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long for the sequal. I was having major brain blockage, but now I'm back. If your new to this story, you should check out In the Starry Night, the first installment of this series. You don't nessisarily have to read the first book, though, to understand this one.

I hope you enjoy the second story! :D

Disclaimer: I'll own Warriors when hedgehogs fly :(

Prologue

The small group of cats scrambled over the pile of stones, sending gravel to the ground below. The only sounds that could be heard were the scratching of their claws against rock and the gasps that they tried to hold back as their muscles screamed in protest. Though it was painfully obvious that the cats were hurting, they pressed onward.

When the final cat had clambered up onto the top of the giant stack of boulders, the group seemed to heave a sigh of exhaustion and relief.

"Frostfur," a dark brown tom wheezed, "we need to find food."

Blue eyes glinted in the night and a white she-cat briskly nodded. She took a breath, trying to gather some energy. Before she could venture down the other side of the rock, a gentle voice wove her way through the small cluster.

"You cannot go alone."

A pale tabby emerged from between the furry masses; her tail was wrapped around two small kits. They mewed pitifully, one almost blending into the night, the other clearly visible.

"You cannot go alone," she meowed again, shivering slightly as a small wind swept by. "I would go, but I have to look after the young ones."

An eager mew broke through and a young cat lumbered up next to the tabby. His pale brown fur was fluffed up against the wind.

"I'm an apprentice, Speckletail, I don't need looking after!"

"Hush Wildpaw," Speckletail said, swiping a tail over his mouth. "You were only just made an apprentice a few sunrises ago."

The tom brushed the old queen's tail away and padded towards the white cat. He trudged along, weak with sleepiness but his young eyes shone with excitement.

"Oatwhisker can come with me," Wildpaw yowled, stifling a yawn. "After all, he's the youngest of the elders. And he knows how to hunt on what's left of the moor like me."

A creamy brown tom stepped forward, pelt hanging on his bones. He nodded his agreement, stomach rumbling as if to amplify the need for prey.

"I haven't had a good run in ages," Oatwhisker murmured. "It will help me become adjusted to moving around a lot again."

The white she-cat bowed her head, allowing the cats to pass down to the other side of the rocks to find some prey.

"WindClan land wasn't always like this," the elder tom said before they disappeared behind a clump of stones and heather. Frostfur could hear the sadness in the WindClan elder's voice before it was carried away into the breeze.

"Come, Frostfur," Speckletail said, motioning with her head to come join the cats that were huddled together for warmth. The old white cat gave in to the request and padded towards the group. She settled besides her Clan mate and a she-cat with a gray pelt almost as dark as the night that surrounded them.

"We should name the kits," Speckletail whispered, trying to conceal the bundles of fur from the chilling wind. The older of the two looked up at the mention of kits.

"I'm hungry," the kit mewed miserably, her pretty tortoiseshell fur puffed up. Her eyes shone with helplessness.

"Don't worry, young one," the dusk colored cat said. Her usually prickly tongue was smooth with the young kit. "Oatwhisker and Wildpaw are coming back with food. We'll keep you warm till then."

The tiny cat mustered up a purr before settling down besides the other kit. Frostfur looked around the small group.

"Speckletail is right, the kits should get names. Shadepelt, Loudbelly, any suggestions?"

The tom that still had a lingering scent of RiverClan on him, looked up at the night sky. His eyes seemed to search for answers.

"One of those kits we know is from RiverClan," Shadepelt began, casting a worried look towards her Clan mate Loudbelly. "We have tried to remember his name, but we cannot. If only he was a bit older. Then he could tell us himself!"

Frostfur saw the old gray she-cat's fur bristle with anger at her incapability to remember. The white ThunderClan cat knew the feeling. It was hard not to keep in mind things that were important.

"Very well, what about the ShadowClan tortoiseshell. She said her mother hadn't given her a name yet. We could-"

"Creekkit."

The elders turned towards Loudbelly, his eyes glimmering with accomplishment. Besides her, Frostfur heard Shadepelt gasp with remembrance.

"That's the RiverClan kit's name," Shadepelt sighed, glancing thankfully at Loudbelly. "I remember now! That's his name."

Frostfur looked down upon the muddy brown tabby kit. As if sensing her stare, he blinked open an eye. They were a clear crystal blue.

"It suits him," Frostfur meowed as the small tom settled down to sleep. Speckletail voiced her praise of the name also. Just as the discussion of the other kits name was about to be brought up, Wildpaw leaped up besides the group.

"Guess what Oatwhisker caught," he meowed excitedly after placing two rabbits into the middle of the group. "He caught five wrens! I guess they were traveling together, but they scattered when he caught the first one. Oatwhisker tracked them all down, though. Caught practically the whole flock!"

The creamy tom placed him kill on the loose pile that was forming; though he didn't speak, Frostfur could see pride shining in his eyes. He huffed as he took a place next to Wildpaw and Loudbelly.

The group split the prey up, each cat receiving their own piece. The kits were the only ones that needed to share. Frostfur purred happily as she bit into the warm skin of a wren, licking her lips hungrily. She savored the meat, for she knew that it would become harder and harder to hunt and find food.

"Wrenkit."

Frostfur looked towards Speckletail who was eyeing the tortoiseshell kit as she sunk her tiny fangs into the bird. The other elders also glanced towards the old queen.

"Her name should be Wrenkit," Speckletail whispered, giving the tiny she-cat a lick on the head.

"Now wait a moment," Shadepelt began. "Maybe we should give her a name that has to do with ShadowClan. After all, that was where she was born. We found her with their scent all over her."

"I think it's a perfect name," Wildpaw yowled, leaning down close to the ShadowClan kit. The she-cat swiped playfully at Wildpaw's nose and he nudged her gently with his paw.

"You like that name, don't you Wrenkit?"

The little bundle nodded vigorously, purring happily as Wildpaw swiped his tongue over the top of her head.

"Wrenkit, Wrenkit," she called, causing Creekkit besides her to start trying to mew. Shadepelt opened her mouth to argue, but seeing the young cats happy, decided against it.

Later that night, Frostfur gently awoke all the elders, leaving the kits and Wildpaw to sleep.

"What's the matter, Frostfur?" Loudbelly questioned, eyes watery with sleep. Shadepelt yowled quietly in agreement, also confused by the white elders actions. Before Oatwhisker and Speckletail could also start to speak, Frostfur began.

"We are the last remaining Clan cats in our old lands. We have stayed behind to give our Clans less trouble on their journey to a new home. When we retired as elders, we thought our duties to our Clan would be done. This is not true. We have one more task before us."

It was deathly quiet, the other cats listening intently to the ThunderClan elder's words. Frostfur took a breath, shaking with excitement and fear as she continued.

"We must help these young cats survive. We must teach them to hunt, to fight, and to survive. We must make another Clan."

A few of the cats broke out into quiet yowls and hisses. Frostfur knew she would get this reaction at first, so she waited until the wails dies down before speaking again.

"We have too! We cannot let these young cats miss out on the way of the Clan. We must teach them the code and about StarClan. They are the sole remnant of RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan in this place."

"Every Clan needs a medicine cat," Shadepelt interrupted. "How are we, former warriors, supposed to teach them about herbs?"

Speckletail stood up, bones creaking with age. She padded to stand beside Frostfur, head held high.

"I know some plants and their uses. I have gone to the medicine cat's den many times. And I'm sure that with all our little knowledge, we can teach them the basics."

Loudbelly and Oatwhisker nodded and voiced their support of the idea. Shadepelt narrowed her eyes, thinking things over in her head. Frostfur held her breath. She wasn't sure this could work without all the elders consent.

"What will our Clan be called?" Shadepelt finally meowed, silently agreeing to Frostfur's idea. Whispers and murmurs shot through the small cluster.

"We shall be called LoneClan. And until we are reunited again with our kin and our Clans, we shall remain alone. One lost Clan fighting together to survive."