Here's a Weaselstar chapter! lol don't you just love the name Weaselstar? It's perfect for a WindClan cat. Oh, and I know this is sort of last minute but I forgot to mention that there's a poll open on my profile, go and check it out! Also, I've decided that I'm going to update at least twice a day, so hopefully this story will be longer and even better than Blazing Stars!

Moonstreak1 - well thank you! I've never read your stories so I'm gonna check them out!

xSnowfirex - I can't promise you that she won't go insane, but I suppose we will find out!

flareon200 - lol I love DawnxScorch too! I think they'd be perfect together, but I also love to mess with ones emotions as well, it makes the story much more interesting! By the way, speaking of crack pairings, here's one for the story you're writing: FeatherxReedwhisker!

Now on to the actual story:

~Chapter 4~

Bright sunlight greeted Weaselstar as he opened his eyes. His jaws parted in a yawn, and he blinked several times to get rid of the wariness. He looked around himself and felt rather pleased.

Heathertail, Specklefoot, Owlwhisker and Willowclaw were sleeping together. Hawkclaw and Sedgepelt slept further away, near ThunderClan cats. Swallowflight slept closely with her three kits, Heronkit, Buzzardkit and Sagekit. Her three kits herald a new dawn for WindClan.

It meant they would get stronger - eventually - and perhaps one day be the largest Clan in the forest once more. Back in the old forest, Weaselstar's mother Morningflower would tell him stories of how big WindClan was. She would say that they were so large that Windstar, the founding leader of WindClan, swept a huge paw over the ground and made a camp for them to live in.

"Weaselstar," Swallowflight's gentle mew came from where she was sleeping as he padded towards her.

"How are your kits?" he asked. He remembered when her sister, Sedgepelt told the Clan about the tunnels back in the Lake territory. They had used those tunnels to attack ThunderClan, and looking back at it, Weaselstar knew how wrong that attack had been.

"They're fine, thank you. Woodtail has been working hard to keep Buzzardkit alive, though thank StarClan he made it through the night." Swallowflight's voice was full of worry as she looked at her smallest kit. He was a dark gray tabby, like his mother, only one of his paws were white.

"That is good to hear," Weaselstar sighed. He had been worried about Buzzardkit too.

Her last kit had been the runt of the litter, but luckily he survived. Weaselstar wondered why Swallowflight never called him Luckykit. It would have been the perfect name for him. But Buzzardkit was a strong name, and he thought she must want him to have one when he did survive.

"Weaselstar!" Dawnstar's call made the ginger tom look up.

The cream-colored she-cat's blue eyes were filled with something that made Weaselstar blink in surprise. Was that love he saw? He shook his head, and meowing a good-bye to Swallowflight and her kits, he padded towards her.

"What's wrong?" he demanded when they headed to the other leaders.

"Reedstar thinks we should head for the mountains now," Cinderstar explained. "He thinks it would be wise if we wanted to get to the new territory before leaf-bare."

Her words made sense to Weaselstar. He had learned from experience that the mountains were treacherous in the cold, especially when it was snowing. The ice around the rocks made it extremely slippery, and after seeing the fall Talonpaw had taken back during that journey, he knew it was necessary.

"I think it's a good idea," he meowed with a flick of his tail.

He just hoped the others agreed. Dawnstar's gaze didn't change, and Weaselstar felt even more concerned about her. What had gotten into the ShadowClan leader's head?

"Yes, we should go as quickly as we can," she replied. She looked at everyone else, and they all nodded. Even Cinderstar and Reedstar seemed surprised that she agreed so easily.

Weaselstar narrowed his eyes and joined his own small group of cats. Heathertail was pacing around, looking increasingly worried as she glanced up at the mountains. Specklefoot just washed her pelt as she waited for her father's return.

"Well?" she prompted when he joined them.

"We're leaving as soon as we can," he replied. He began to groom his own unkempt fur, which had become quite dirty during their journey so far.

Specklefoot didn't look surprised when he rose to his paws and led his cats towards where the other Clans had gathered. Leapordblaze was grooming Silverpond's own fur, which had caught many burrs during her late night escapade.

Scorchfur was sharing a word with Dawnstar, who seemed to nod gratefully, and was listening carefully to her brother, Flamecloud. Shellspots, the RiverClan deputy, was sharing words with her two daughters, Shallowwater and Bluefern. It was almost like the Clans had become one.

Weaselstar shook his head at the thought of what might happen when they reached the new territory. He could only imagine the pain it was cause some cats who were having forbidden affairs right now.

Soon the four Clans started to travel again. The rugged landscape made it difficult on their pads, as the sharp ground cover scraped them and created small cuts and bruises. Weaselstar found the going even more difficult, because he had not eaten the night before. He had skipped eating so Willowclaw could have enough prey to sustain herself and her kits.

The sounds of birds started to fade behind them, as the towering mountains drew closer. Weaselstar shivered as an eerie silence started to envelope them. It was as though no birds could ever live in the mountains, except for the hawks and eagles that sometimes preyed on younger cats.

Crowfeather had taught them all how to catch the eagles from watching the Tribe of Rushing Waters, but Weaselstar still felt a thrill of fear every time he heard their piercing, echoing screech.

Thoughts of the old WindClan deputy made Weaselstar shudder. Crowfeather had been consumed by Snakeclaw's poisonous thoughts, and eventually, his ways ended up killing the deputy. But Crowfeather, like Lionblaze, had seen the light and error in his ways, and turned his back against the traitorous cat.

"Weaselstar, what is the Tribe like?" Heathertail asked when they took a break near an outcrop of boulders.

Weaselstar thought for a moment. The Tribe had become nothing but a deepened memory, illusioned like water. But somewhere in his mind, it was still there. He remembered some of the cats too, but those memories were fading too.

"They were...kind to us at the time," he explained. "But...I can't remember the cat's name. It was thanks to her that they were."

In fact, he wasn't even sure if the Tribe would be so friendly to them now. Would they attack them and take them hostage? He shuddered at the very thought.

"That cat was Feathertail," Reedstar meowed as he approached. "But in saving the Tribe, she killed herself."

His eyes were darkened with grief, as though he had liked the she-cat at one point. Weaselstar wondered if he might have at one point. Reedstar often spoke of the she-cat as though she was a savior to the Clans as well.

It seemed as though everyone had a mate. Everyone except poor Reedstar. Weaselstar never really liked the black tom, but he was sympathetic towards him. Perhaps one day he would find someone who really loved him, and perhaps that one day would come soon.

Okay, I realized that I made a fatal mistake in the allegiance. I made Lucustkit a kit instead of an apprentice, so please act like she's Locustpaw. You know, it's weird because the same thing happened to me in Blazing Stars with Daisytail!