o.O Okay, sorry about the last chapter. I'll try to make this one better!
Chapter 6, Shadowy Prophecy
Sleetflash couldn't believe it. She was exiled! Petalstar had exiled her. And all because of that traitorous, lying, deceiving, Maskface. Birds chirped above her head. She scowled at them. They had no right to be that happy. She stumbled through the thorns and briars. There were spots of blood on her paws from all the thorns embedded in them. Finally, she collapsed to the ground near an oak tree. The oak tree was the only one around it for around five tail lengths in every direction. The ground was a vibrant mossy green. Sleetflash closed her eyes to the blue sky and the dark tree tops of pine contrasted with the light tree tops of oak. The forest was mixed her - pine trees mingled with oak trees. She was beyond any Clan territory she knew about, so she didn't need to go any further. But she needed a den to sleep in, before all the other animals came out at night. She looked up. Judging from the position of the sun, it was about sunhigh. The feeling of disbelief grew until she was sure something was very wrong. The prophecy was clear to her - but weren't they supposed to be secretive? She sat bolt upright as a horrible thought occurred to her. She shut out the forest around her as her mind strained to think.
What if the prophecy was just a warning? It was awfully vague, all it said was Shadow on ice is doubly wrong, for ice is cold-hearted and shadow casts all the others into shadow. The wrong cannot be righted. The wrongs of the past and present cannot be righted, because of the daughter of Thunder.
The forest will tremble, for the coming of the shadow on ice. Lies will be spread, and it will be thought that the wrong was righted.
The wrong cannot be righted. So whatever the wrong is couldn't be righted, and the shadow on ice would... what exactly would the shadow on the ice do? According to the prophecy, the forest will tremble for the coming of the shadow on ice. So the shadow on the ice would do something bad, but what? Damn prophecies. They were so unclear!

Meanwhile, Maskface was sitting in the ShadowClan nursery and brooding. He had done so many things wrong, and now this. Owlsong had fallen in love with him. He recalled moons ago, when Nightrose was in the nursery. That night had broken his heart in so many ways.
"Do you want to go hunting?" Owlsong asked eagerly, her amber eyes glittering hopefully.
Maskface was worried about what he would tell Nightrose. He had to tell her 'no'. That they couldn't be together any more. He looked up at Owlsong. "What? Sorry, I didn't hear you?"
Owlsong looked slightly put off, but repeated again for his sake, "Do you want to go hunting?"
He groomed himself absentmindedly. "Okay," he said flatly.
Owlsong frowned in disappointment. Of course he didn't want to go hunting with her. He was too good for her. "So, where do you want to start?" she asked, now with false enthusiasm.
"Where do you want to go?" he said with indifference.
"Let's try Pine Hollow?" she asked hesitantly. Pine Hollow was were the apprentices trained, but there were none there today. She didn't want to hunt with Maskface, she wanted to talk to him and really get to know him. He never let anyone get to know him, he just had to be so hard to access. He didn't joke. He didn't seem to take any pleasure in life. He really needed someone to love.
"There won't be any fresh kill there," he told her.
She said, "Oh, you're right." she smiled weakly. "Well, what about the marsh? We might be able to catch a frog or two there..." she trailed off hopefully.
Maskface nodded. "If you want to," he mewed sullenly.

Owlsong trailed her tail on the ground next to Maskface's tail. She gazed at his attentively pricked ears. There were no frogs about, she could tell. "Maskface, can we talk?" she asked.
The sky was cloudy above like Maskface's eyes. He was thinking of Nightrose. "Sure," he mewed.
"Maskface... have you ever been in love with some one?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. He didn't love her. She was sure of it.
"Yes," he answered truthfully.
Owlsong's heart soared. "Maskface," she mewed gently, brushing her tan tail against his cheek, "I love you."
Maskface looked up at her, amber eyes wide. The forest around his face seemed so much softer than the rest. Everything melted away in Owlsong's view except Maskface's face.
"I... I need time to think," was all he said before turning tail back to ShadowClan camp.
Now Owlsong was in the nursery, with Maskface's kits. He closed his amber eyes. So much had gone wrong. The dark gray sky outside only deepened his anger, sorrow, and guilt. He shuffled his paws in the moss. Owlsong was awake. "Should we give them names?" she meowed. Their kits had been born the previous day. He cast a glance over his new kits. He vowed he would love these kits like he would have loved Snowkit and Icekit, as Nightrose had named him. He would love these kits like no other. They were his kits. ShadowClan kits. He suggested, "Moonkit?" for the white kit with yellow eyes.
Owlsong smiled. "It's a lovely name. What about Silverkit for the silver one with green eyes?"
"I like it," he said smiling. He could almost love her. She was so brave, and so caring at the same time. Almost. But he had loved Nightrose first, and that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He curled up to Owlsong, grooming her tan tabby fur as she drifted to sleep with Moonkit and Silverkit against her stomach. He buried his face in her soft long fur. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but once he did he regretted it.
It was another dream.
The world was made of high branches and thorns above his head. He realized he had shrunk. The sky seemed huge. He saw a mouse in front of him. Before he could pounce, it turned into a small white kit with a black splotch on it's hind leg and blue eyes. "Who are you?" the kit asked. It was a she-cat, and he felt like he has seen her somewhere before. He found the words, "Didn't Nightrose tell you? I'm your father," spilling out of his mouth. He didn't want to say them, and suddenly he realized who this was. It was his kit, Icekit!
The kit cried out as she realized her betrayal. He caught sudden flashes of Icekit laying on the cold white snowy ground, with red blood spilling from a cut in her stomach. But she was bigger. The shadow she cast on the icy ground quickly became red as she lay there, bleeding to death. The snow around her was all red. Grass poking up from the snow became stained with red dew.
Maskface couldn't lose the feeling that it was his fault somehow. It didn't help when Sleetflash burst from the bushes in front of him, deep blue eyes wide in terror, and yelled, "You did this to me! You made the prophecy come true!"
Maskface didn't know what she was talking about, and tried to say so but his mouth wouldn't work. His last vision before waking up was the hurt in Icekit's eyes as she lay on the ground, bleeding.
Maskface woke up with a start. He looked at Owlsong's sleeping form, and closed his eyes. But the last image he saw wouldn't leave him. It was burned into his mind forever.
He couldn't shake the feeling that Icekit was going to die.