K...given the revelations of Twilight, I've decided not to do my Power of Three fic. It would just be way too off-track and hard to follow from what's really happening in the Warriors series. Instead I'll do this, an updated version of my original Sunset: My Version. There are some other Sunset predictions fics out there already...hope you all have time to read mine!

The brown she-cat flattened herself against the rocks, dark amber eyes fixated on the flicker of movement in a dead bush. After several tense heartbeats, a rabbit hopped out, its large eyes glassy with paranoia as it glanced around, nose twitching. The she-cat was silent, her claws sinking deep into the stone to keep herself still. Her eyes never moved from her soon-to-be meal.

Suddenly twigs crackled as a huge tabby vaulted from one stone outcropping to another, yowling a challenge. Instantly the she-cat sprang, but the rabbit had already fled and her claws closed only on dust. She hissed in frustration. "Crag! Beetle-brain! Are you the leader of the cave-guards, or a to-be on his first hunt?"

"No, Brook." Another cat leaped from the stones, even bigger than the first. "Look."

The she-cat twitched her tail but turned her head towards where Crag was perched, glaring down into a small rocky valley. Her keen eyes caught something moving against the rocks, and there was a flash of dark gray fur, noticeable because of the tinge of red across it that Brook realized was blood. Her mud-slicked fur bristled and she meowed the name instinctively. "Stormfur?"

"He is back at the Cave of Rushing Water," meowed the second cave-guard, sounding confused.

Brook shook her head. "It looked like Stormfur..." She blinked down into the valley. The cat was inching his way across the rocks.

"That cat is not of the Tribe," Crag growled. "We should follow him and chase him out."

"Crag! Stoneteller would not approve. What reasons have we to think he means us harm? Sharptooth was the only creature that ever tried that, and that cat was certainly not Sharptooth," Brook replied sharply. She turned her eyes on the largest cat. "Talon?"

The massive tabby was still staring into the valley. "That cat was injured. I saw it in how slow he moved. He will not survive long."

"Then he is not the Tribe's concern," meowed Crag, lifting his tail. "Come. We must hunt elsewhere. All prey has been frightened from here."

"Crag!" meowed Brook sharply. "We must help the cat, especially if he is injured."

Talon opened his mouth, but before he could say anything there was a grating of stone upon stone and the rocks beneath the unknown cat fell away. With a yowl he plummeted out of sight, taking a piece of the rock valley with him.

Brook's eyes widened, and she cried out, "Stormfur!"

Talon and Crag both started to stop her, but she dodged past them and leaped into the valley. Nimbly she bounded from rock to rock, avoiding the places where the ground tumbled away. The cat had fallen through one of them and disappeared into darkness. Brook balanced at the edge of the pit, her claws gripping the stones, and sniffed the place.

"What is the scent?" asked Talon.

Brook let out a sigh of relief. "It is not Stormfur…not any cat of the Tribe."

"Good," meowed Crag. "Then let us leave."

"Wait." Brook's ears pricked up, her eyes widening. "This scent…it is the scent of the Clans!"

Also...I've just finished my second day of school. I like writing fanfictions, but school and my novel have to come first, so my updates might be a little slow. I'll write as fast as I can, though!