Here's the next chapter. Normally I would have updated faster, but...I had school work and a Lab! So anyways...

flareon200 - as always you know exactly what to post in your reviews^^ Yeah, it would be pretty funny if they did the whole Stormfur thing...You just gave me an idea!

Willowpool - Yeah, Dawnstar seems to be my favorite too, though Cinderstar is close to my second, followed by Reedstar

Moonstreak1 - thanks!

~Chapter 12~

The sound of a waterfall crashing to the earth woke Weaselstar up. He grunted when he realized that the rest of the Clans had already gone towards the entrance. His wounds, which were not as bad as he'd expected, stung like fury.

The rest of his Clan had already woken up, but they were waiting patiently for him. Specklefoot was sitting in front of the line of gathered cats, looking at him expectantly. Swallowflight was crouched before her three kits, who were busy playing to notice the WindClan leader.

Buzzardkit had certainly gotten stronger, despite the cold mountains. Weaselstar grinned as he watched the little tom. He hoped that he would mentor the dark gray tabby.

"Are you ready Weaselstar?" Cinderstar asked. She was sitting near her deputy, Thornclaw, whose eyes were dark with apprehension.

Weaselstar knew the older cat was thinking about the path that lay before them. It would be difficult to get through the mountains, but Stormfur had promised to show them the way out. Brook, who was already expecting his kits again, decided to stay behind.

"Are we?" he asked as he glanced at his Clanmates. They all nodded, though Sedgepelt looked worried.

The light brown tabby was always busy worrying about something. Weaselstar wondered if she got that from her mother, Gorsetail. The fallen queen had always worried about her kits, who were always getting into mischief.

He than nodded to Cinderstar, who rose to her paws. She had pretty much been given the leader position after the other three backed down. Now, she had proven herself worthy of the roll. It was as though she was born to be the leader.

Stormfur, who had been meowing his goodbyes, padded over to the group. Suddenly he stopped when Ember bounced over to him. Her gray eyes were gleaming with excitement as she stopped in front of him. "Can I go? Please?" she begged.

The dark gray tom let out a purr of amusement. "No," he replied. "It will be too dangerous and the Tribe needs you here."

"But the Tribe needs you too!" wailed the tortoiseshell she-cat. Her eyes gleamed with annoyance as she glanced at her mother, who was motioning for her to come to her.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," Stormfur meowed. He pressed his nose against Ember's, and the tortoiseshell sighed and padded away.

Weaselstar followed the rest of the Clans as they began to leave. He cast one glance back at the cave, and saw that Ember wasn't there. A flicker of movement near the waterfall told him that she wasn't about to be left behind.

He shook his head and ran after his Clanmates, who had gotten a little ahead. Stormfur was padding beside Cinderstar, whose eyes never left the ground. Weaselstar wondered if she was sad to leave the Tribe.

"I can't wait to get out of these mountains," Dawnstar muttered when they had left the Tribe behind. "It's too cold!" She shivered as a brisk wind howled past them.

But despite the cold, Weaselstarfelt as though he was leaving something behind. When he looked over his shoulder, he gazed at the spot where the rogues had camped. Stains of blood still stretched over the boulders. And the remnants of what were dens and nests still stood their ground.

"The mountains aren't bad once you get used to them!" Stormfur called from up ahead. He was gazing at the ShadowClan leader through placid eyes. "You call them home if you were in the Tribe."

Suddenly the sounds of rocks clattering came from above them. Foxwhisker let out a fierce snarl, while Rosefoot just looked on in confusion. Finally Stormfur just shook his head and glared at the rocks. "Ember, get down here now!" he growled.

Silence followed his words, and than a tortoiseshell shape flooded down the mountain's side. Weaselstar let out a faint purr as he watched Ember's reaction with her father.

"I'm sorry," she mewed, shuffling her paws in an apologetic way. But she didn't look very sorry at all. In fact, her expression was almost smug.

"You're not sorry!" Stormfur snapped. The she-cat shrank from his voice and looked up at Cinderstar pleadingly.

"Please, I really want to go!" she wailed. "I've never been as far as this. This could be my biggest adventure!"

Cinderstar narrowed her eyes. Than the ThunderClan leader shook her head and replied in a gentle tone to both Stormfur and Ember, "I think she should go. It would be good experience for her."

Stormfur looked shocked. Almost angry. But then he nodded in agreement, only letting out an aggitated sigh as Ember bounced over towards Stormpaw, a ThunderClan apprentice.

Flightpaw, whose face had been scarred from the rogues, looked pleased to see Ember. Brightheart's one eye also gleamed with pleasure at the sight of the young she-cat.

Weaselstar suddenly wondered if Ember really wanted to be a Tribe cat. She looked more like a ThunderClan cat. Her muscles were already rippling beneath her thick pelt. And she didn't have the same looks as a RiverClan cat, despite her ancestory.

"How far do you think we should go before stopping?" Dawnstar asked when they started moving again.

The cream-colored leader kept casting glances over her shoulder, as though she was afraid of something. Weaselstar began to wonder what it was. But that wonder didn't last long when a shadow fell upon them.

He looked up in shock to see an eagle swooping towards them, with its talons extended. Whitewing was its target. Or, the kit she was carrying was. Dovekit let out a terrified wail as the eagle sped towards her.

But before Weaselstar could react, Stormfur launched himself into the air. The Tribe cat caught the eagle with long claws, pulling the hunter down in the process. The eagle screeched in surprise as it was dragged down. It struggled for a moment, until Weaselstar joined in and Hawkclaw and Owlwhisker helped take the eagle down.

It's talons let go of Dovekit, who had been caught in them. Whitewing rushed over to her kit, looking her gratefully. "Thank StarClan!" she sighed as Dovekit began mewling in confusion.

"Mamma, what happened?" Brownkit asked as she approached. Her eyes were wide with excitement and terror as she watched.

"Nothing dear one," Whitewing replied, licking her other kit in the process.

"It's lucky that you caught it when you did," Weaselstar meowed as he let go of the eagle's shoulder.

Stormfur nodded, though his eyes were strangely cold. "Eagles make good prey when there are many hungry cats," he murmured.

Weaselstar observed the large creature. Stormfur was right; the eagle was large, perhaps the biggest bird he'd ever seen. It would feed all of the queens and perhaps a few apprentices.

"Lets rest here," Cinderstar meowed. Reedstar nodded in agreement and the four Clans and two Tribe cats began to feast on their prey.