Yay for fast updates! Though it's slightly gloomy out because of the rain...What a perfect time to write a Weaselstar chapter! (Though he isn't really gloomy...)

flareon200 - lol I've been reading to much to notknow their personality. After reading Kate's blog and looking at Vicky's home page, I've learned every Clans' personality by heart.

Glimmyfrost7 - Stripes was one of the rogues in Outcast, that is correct!

~Chapter 16~

Dark, thick bands of clouds began to loom over the Clans, blocking out the only source of light they had. Night had fallen upon them quickly, and now, they felt like pieces of terrified prey.

Solar, the rogue, was leading them towards a more sheltered - or at least that's what he thought - spot. They had pressed on since sunhigh, and now, Weaselstar's paws felt like they were about to fall off.

He had begun to notice though with a twinge of relief that the mountains were curving down hill, which meant that they were soon going to be out of them.

It was a good thing to, because snow was starting to fall. A cold gust of air blasted through the rocks, sending his fur flying in all directions, and making him shiver.

"How much sooner until we get there?" he demanded, though his voice seemed strangely off thanks to the dampness of the snow.

The loner looked back at him, and even in the darkness those golden eyes seemed to penetrate through it like sunlight. "Not much now," he replied back in a strong, bold voice.

Soon they reached a ledge that was covered in grass and sheltered by a large overhang. Weaselstar noticed the deep claw marks that embedded in the rocks, and he shuddered at what might have made them.

He suddenly remembered the stories Crowfeather told them of how terrifying Sharptooth, the big mountain lion had been. And he wondered if that same creature could still be lurking about in the darkness.

"I don't like this place," Dovekit mewed. The little gray tabby huddled close to Whitewing's side, letting out a mewl of fright.

"Don't worry little one," Whitewing reassured her, "we'll be out of these mountains soon enough."

The white queen sighed and her eyes gleamed with what Weaselstar guessed was a longing. Perhaps she remembered the journey; though she had only been an apprentice than. And Birchfall surprisingly enough had only been a kit.

"I hope we leave soon, otherwise we'll be frozen out here," Owlwhisker muttered, shaking his head as another cold blast of wind buffeted the rocks.

Eventually their voices drowned out, and Weaselstar found himself sleeping once again. But within his dreams, he felt a terrible fear that seemed to strike through him. He gasped and opened his eyes, only to find the ground stained with blood.

He let out a wail of agony that was cut off. His eyes seemed glued to the scene before him, and now, as he watched, he felt his legs trembling beneath him. Two kits - Dovekit and Buzzardkit, were gazing at him intensely.

"Blood will stain the ground..." Dovekit began.

"Cut off from the world, Blood will strike..." Buzzardkit added.

"But above all, love will prevail..."

"Only to find itself of no avail..."

Weaselstar let his legs slump to the ground. His breathing became regular again when the kits fell silent. He blinked his eyes, and started shaking all over. No, he thought with a shudder, it can't be true!

But just when he was about to think this dream would never end, he blinked his eyes and found himself back in their makeshift camp.

With a startled gasp, Weaselstar rose to his paws. He realized that the air was rank with the stench of blood. Dovekit and Buzzardkit were mewling in what sounded like terror.

"What's happening?" Whitewing cried. Her green eyes gleamed with worry as she stared down at her tiny daughter.

Before Weaselstar could reply, Rainshower, Woodtail, Flamecloud and Willowshine bounded forward. Locustpaw hovered nearby, watching with bright, curious eyes.

"They were only having nightmares," Willowshine sighed. Her shoulders seemed to sag with relief, and Weaselstar felt his own relief in the rest of the Clans.

"It was so dark..." Dovekit murmured. Her blue eyes were as wide as the moon as she gazed at the warriors. "And...I smelled blood."

"Me too," Buzzardkit squealed.

Pity wrenched through Weaselstar's chest as he watched the small dark gray tabby. Buzzardkit's future might be grim after having such a terrible dream. But as he watched Swallowflight licked her kit gently, he knew that his thoughts were wrong.

"It's alright little ones." Solar's deep voice made Weaselstar look up. The golden tabby's eyes were warm as he gazed down at them, and a calming sensation seemed to flood through Weaselstar. "Perhaps it was a sign from the Tribe of Endless Hunting."

Almost immediately Ember's tail shot up in surprise and recognition. But than she lowered it when Cinderstar shot her a strange look. "StarClan are not with us?" she asked.

Solar tipped his head to the side, and than closed his eyes as though he was in thought. "They are with you, but they are crossing paths with The Tribe of Endless Hunting."