So here's the next chapter, and of course, it's in Cindie's point of view! Don't mind me when I say these sorts of things, I was just on wfs and they sort of get crazy there! I also just realized that I'm gonna have to get book three again because I don't remember the Tribe's names :O

Willowpool - Yeah, it was basically a filler and yet sort of a foreshadowing at the same time!

flareon200 - ah my loyal reviewer^^ I most certainly have something planned for Weaselstar. And I couldn't help but make him so blunt to the life of love; he just doesn't seem like the romantic type of cat, but surprisingly he did have kits.

Chasonbird or Butterfliee - thanks! And I know it's surprising, but to be honest, I get my writing skills from my mother. She's sort of a journalist and that's going to be my aim, at least that's what I'm going to college for^^ And yes, I definitely have something planned for Reedstar too. But sadly, Shellspots already had kits so they wouldn't match^^"

On to the story:

~Chapter 5~

It was dark and cold out, and the stars seemed so distant. A pale, cold moon gleamed over the mountains, shedding an eerie silver light over the rocks that surrounded the four Clans. In the distance, the screech of a hawk sounded, signaling that the day was at an end.

Cinderstar lifted her chin to see the great hunter circling them. She prayed silently that it was not hunting them. Luckily though, the large bird was hunting a much easier piece of prey.

It fell down into a spiral and extended its talons, until there was a loud squealing cry. Suddenly, Weaselstar, who had witnessed the kill, leaped into the air with his own claws extended. Cinderstar watched in amazement as three other WindClan cats leaped onto the struggling hawk, until it finally fell to the ground, dead.

"Tonight, we will feast," meowed the WindClan leader.

The four Clans gathered around the large hawk. It was big enough to feed most of them, but it also was clutching the rabbit it had caught. They ate it gratefully, until their stomachs were quite filled.

"Where did you learn such a move?" Leapordblaze asked as Silverpond fell asleep into a heap.

"Crowfeather taught us," Weaselstar replied. His voice was filled with pride, and Cinderstar narrowed her eyes. "He watched how the Tribe hunted and...well that settled it."

"Do you think we'll run into those rogues?" Squirrelflight mused out loud. She was licking her lips as she spoke, a few chunks of flesh remained on her whiskers.

"I don't think they'd want to mess with such a large group of traveling cats," growled Reedstar. He lashed his tail against the rocks as though he was anticipating their arrival.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'd rather not see them," Pinefur hissed as she clawed at the stones.

Cinderstar felt a purr rising in her throat. None of the Clans had ever gotten along like this. It was almost as though they were one big family. And in a way, they were.

WindClan had kin in ThunderClan, ShadowClan had kin in ThunderClan, ThunderClan had kin in ShadowClan. It was all very confusing, but it made Cinderstar realize that family ties were closely nit together by a single gene pool.

"We should get some rest," mewed Dawnstar who was sitting next to Scorchfur.

Surprise spread through Cinderstar as she stared at the ShadowClan leader. She had noticed how close Dawnstar had gotten towards Scorchfur, and wondered if they were expecting kits. It was good news for ShadowClan.

The other Clans murmured in agreement, and soon they were all finding places to sleep. It was rather difficult, considering there was no moss for nests and the only shelter they could find were a couple of boulders.

So they all slept closely together, to keep each other warm. Cinderstar slept close to Silverpond, Leapordblaze, Peppermint and Mousewhisker. She was glad to be with her kin, and felt like she should get closer to them.

Suddenly Cinderstar opened her eyes. She blinked and looked around her, realizing slowly that no one was around. Have they left without me? she wondered, suddenly letting the fur along her spine rise.

But her heart was pounding as though she was being chased by a terrible creature. Cinderstar's eyes widened in horror when she heard fierce yowling, coming from the mouth of a waterfall. The yowls seemed even more terrifying because they were bouncing off the cave walls.

"Tonight, we will strike!" The cry came from a male - a tom. Cinderstar narrowed her eyes when she saw several, lean looking cats slip out of a cavern entrance. One had sleek ginger fur that was matted in mud. Another was tantalizingly familiar. His amber eyes rested warily on the rocks as he followed the rest of the cats. He almost looked...angry.

Oh StarClan, what are you showing me? Cinderstar thought as she watched them all move.

Suddenly, she realized where they were going. The gray tabby bounded after her, thanking her lucky stars that they did not notice her. But what she saw next, terrified her even more.

The group of cats, were going to attack the Clans.