Waterstar's Destany

'''I do not own warrior cats.  '''

''' GlowClan: most like ThunderClan. Leader: Whitestar. (Luv ya Whitestorm!!!) Med Cat: Rainleaf: Tortiseshell she-cat with icy blue eyes. Med Cat apprentice: Stormleg: White tom with gray legs and amber eyes. '''

''' FernClan: most like WindClan. (Uck! Rabbits!) Leader: Branchstar. Med Cat: Silverfoot: Silver she-cat with amber eyes. No med cat apprentice. SeaClan: most like RiverClan. (If you couldn’t tell.) Leader: Swirlstar. Med Cat: Rosestem. Med Cat apprentice: Badgerpaw: Huge tom with green eyes and brown fur. MoonClan: most like ShadowClan. Leader: Longstar. (Go Longtail! I am on your side, broskie!) Med Cat: Shadowpool: Grey she-cat with pale blue eyes. No med cat apprentice.

Warrior Cats Fan Story!

 "Get off my tail, you useless furball!" Embertail spat bitterly. Waterkit backed up, licking down her ruffled fur. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, while Embertail's bright orange pelt bristled. Flowereye bounded over, nosing her kit away from the bristling elder. This was GlowClan, and the leader is Whitestar. There is also Branchstar from FernClan, Swirlstar from SeaClan, and Longstar from MoonClan. As Waterkit played in the leafy nursery, batting at a moss ball, Orangestripe walked in. "Orangestripe!" Waterkit mewed. "Waterkit!" He meowed happily. "Why are you here?" Flowereye meowed questioningly. "Can I not check on my kits?" He meowed. "Grasskit is sleeping, and Sunpaw is out training with Yellowfern." Waterkit mewed. Orangestripe shrugged and walked over to where Grasskit was snoring. He nosed her gently and she opened one eye. "Can't a kit get some sleep around here?" She growled sharply. Grasskit has a sharp tongue, Waterkit thought. As Grasskit stood up and shook herself off, Orangestripe brought both kits outside. "Now, I will take you around camp, bu-" "Yay!" Waterkit and Grasskit interrupted. "Stay with me." He eyed the kits seriously. Orangestripe led them to a bramble dome with with leaves and thorns. As Orangestripe was about to say something, Stormleg, the med cat apprentice, bounded out. "Oh hello, Grasskit, Waterkit, and Orangestripe!" He meowed happily. "Are you showing the kits around?" Silverfur then bounded out of the den behind Stormleg, her mouth full of some sort of plant with black seeds. She dipped her head, then put the herbs in the dome and padded away. "Well kits, this is the medicine den!" Orangestripe purred. "No going inside." Stormleg warned, then padded away. "How are you three doing?" a voice behind them asked, and they spun around to see Whitestar behind them. His glossy white pelt glowed in the sun, and his blue eyes sparkled. "Showing Grasskit and Waterkit the dens?" Orangestripe nodded. Tomorrow is my sixth moon, Waterkit thought. I'm going to be the best apprentice ever!

  "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under brightrock for a clan meeting!" Whitestar's voice echoed across the camp. Waterkit and Grasskit were already there, ready for the ceremony. Once everyone gathered, he started speaking. "Until you earn your warrior name, you two shall be called Grasspaw and Waterpaw! Leafheart, everyone admires your courage and strength, and you shall mentor Grasspaw. I shall mentor Waterpaw." Waterpaw's eyes widened, but she nodded. Grasspaw eyed her jealously. "Meeting dismissed!" Whitestar meowed, jumping down from highrock with the new apprentices. "You are SOO lucky!" Grasspaw meowed. Waterpaw purred. "Let's go make our new nests." Waterpaw meowed, bounding over to the apprentice den. Sunpaw, their oldest brother and oldest apprentice, bounded towards them. "Welcome to being an apprentice!" He mewed. Waterpaw and Grasspaw's eyes shone with happiness. As the other apprentices, Flamepaw, Treepaw, and Pinepaw bounded out of the den. Treepaw was a tortiseshell she-cat with icy blue eyes and a fierce temper. Flamepaw was an orange tom dappled with tan spots and yellow eyes. Pinepaw was a black tom with white paws and green eyes. Yellowfern bounded up to Sunpaw and nosed her apprentice away."We have work to do!" said the orange she-cat. Leafheart padded over gracefully, Flowereye following her. "My kits are almost warriors!" she squealed, nuzzling Waterpaw and Grasspaw and licking them fiercely. "Ow!" Grasspaw whined, wriggling out of her grasp. Flowereye got up, and padded away, purring loudly. Leafheart nosed Grasspaw away, her whiskers twitching in amusement. "Bye!" Grasspaw yelled to Waterpaw, following her new mentor. Flamepaw walked over to Waterpaw. "Hi, Waterpaw! Remember me? I'm Flamepaw." Waterpaw nodded. "Yes, I remember." "Whitestar says you have the day off to socialize and make your nest, basically get comfortable. Eaglepelt is busy too, but Pinepaw and Treepaw have to train with Goldwing and Skyclaw." Flamepaw meowed, his eyes shy. Waterpaw never noticed how his eyes shone kindly, and his pelt glowed like flames. She was almost hypnotized by it. Waterpaw broke her gaze from Flamepaw, looking over to see if Rainleaf, the med cat, needed any help. Flamepaw padded away towards Rainleaf as she watched, her ears twitching. Waterpaw spun around, ready to do apprentice duties.

 "I pick, Yellowfern, Rainleaf, Orangestripe, Stormleg, Leafheart, Grasspaw, Waterpaw, and Flamepaw to go to the gathering!" Whitestar called. Waterpaw felt happiness shoot through her. Her first gathering! As the cats assembled, Rainleaf, Stormleg, and Leafheart gathered at the front of the line next to Whitestar. Leafheart is a good deputy, Waterpaw thought. As they walked, Flamepaw's pelt brushed hers. They both jumped back, their ears twitching in embarrassment. "Sorry." Flamepaw mumbled. Waterpaw looked away awkwardly. Grasspaw came up next to her, her whiskers twitching in amusement. "It's not funny!" Waterpaw grumbled irritably. "Whatever you say, sister." Grasspaw mewed, padding along next to her sister.

A long yowl from The Great Birch silenced the cats. A cat that smelled of rabbits came and sat down next to her. "Hi! I'm Junglepaw. I'm from FernClan!" he mewed. "I'm Waterpaw of GlowClan." Waterpaw shivered, and Junglepaw purred. "It's freezing in this leaf-fall weather!" he meowed, pressing close to Waterpaw. Waterpaw tensed, but eventually gave into Junglepaw's soft tortoiseshell fur. "Shh!" Grasspaw and Flamepaw mewed, focusing on The Great Birch were Swirlstar, Branchstar, Whitestar, and Longstar sat. A thick branch curved out toward the cats, which the leaders sat on. "SeaClan is all well, and we have caught lots of prey for leaf-bare!" Swirlstar meowed in confident voice. Waterpaw watched as Branchstar stepped up, looking bored. "FernClan is doing well and the nursery is full of kits, we have two new warriors also, Wavefoot and Woodpelt!" he announced, and the cats cheered. As Whitestar and Longstar speaked, Waterpaw wasn't listening.

 "Are you ready for training?" Whitestar asked, looking at the nervous apprentice. "Ready when you are!" She replied. Whitestar flicked his tail for her to follow, and padded away. Waterpaw followed intently. Waterpaw stopped as Whitestar spotted a vole. " Watch me!" he whispered, and dropped into a hunters crouch. He seemed to fly over to the vole on winged paws, and pounced on the vole, biting it's neck, killing it in one swift bite. Waterpaw watched in awe. Waterpaw turned around, spotting a squirrel. Whitestar nodded as Waterpaw glided over and pounced on the squirrel, killing it. Whitestar purred. "You're just like your father, a natural!" He praised. Waterpaw picked up the plump squirrel, her blue-gray fur puffed out against the cold wind. All of a sudden, tiny white flakes started falling from the sky. Waterpaw shrieked, and ran under a tree, afraid. Whitestar purred. "This is snow, it comes in leaf-bare and covers everything, making it white." Waterpaw's eyes shone in confusion. "But they're so small!" She meowed in awe. "There are lots of them." Whitestar said, blinking as a flake fell into his nose. "Let's go back." He said, his gaze darkening as more flakes fell. They were in Mouse Meadows, but it seemed more like White Meadows now. Waterpaw trudged through the snow, following her mentor back to camp.

   When they got back to camp, Waterpaw was panting. It was hard trudging through all of that snow. She leaped up onto a boulder, watching the sun set and the snow fall. She heard pawsteps, and saw Grasspaw and Flamepaw leaping up onto the rock next to her. "Hi!" Grasspaw mewed, plopping herself down next to her sister. "Hello!" Flamepaw said, sitting on the other side of Waterpaw. Waterpaw licked their cheeks, and mewed hello. "Leafheart taught me how to hunt!" Grasspaw boasted. "Whitestar taught me too!" She purred. Flamepaw twitched his whiskers. "Do you want to go on a hunting patrol, then?" Leafheart's voice sounded behind them. The three apprentices spun around, meowing "Yes! Yes!" over and over. Leafheart purred. "Barkspirit will accompany you then! I'll go tell him." Leafheart said, spinning around and padding away. "Dawn patrol!" She yowled, before she disappeared in the warriors' den. "I'll go tell Eaglepelt, I suppose." Flamepaw shrugged, turning around and leaping off the boulder. "Bye!" Waterpaw called, and Grasspaw flicked her tail in goodbye.

 "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under brightrock for a clan meeting!" Whitestar yelled, Grasspaw, Waterpaw, and Flamepaw all sitting on the edge of the glowing stone. "I call down on our warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard in the ways of your noble code, and I commend them warriors in their turn." Whitestar said, turning to Flamepaw. "Your warrior name will be Flamespirit, in honor of your bright attitude and hunting skills. We welcome you as a full member of GlowClan." Flamespirit bowed his head to Whitestar repectfully. Whitestar moved on to Grasspaw. "Your warrior name will be Grassheart, for your liveliness and courage, and welcome you as a full member of GlowClan." Grassheart reached up and licked Whitestar's shoulder respectfully. Then he turned to Waterpaw, her limbs shaking with excitement. "Your warrior name will be Waterstrike, in honor of your swift actions and bravery. We welcome you as a full member of GlowClan." Waterstrike flicked her tail respectfully. Whitestar looked at the new warriors. "Serve your clan well." He announced. The three cats beamed as their names were chanted. "Meeting dismissed!" Waterstrike, Grassheart, and Flamespirit leaped off brightrock proudly, and Waterstrike looked up. The new-leaf sun shown brightly on her, making her need to squint at it. Rainleaf, the medicine cat, congratulated them, and padded away, her blue eyes shining. Grassheart padded off to find Sunstreak, Flamespirit turned to Waterstrike. His eyes were nervous. "I've been meaning to tell you this." He meowed softly. "I-" "Flamespirit!" Eaglepelt interrupted. "Congratulations! Let's go on a hunting patrol, your first as a warrior!" He meowed. Flamespirit opened his mouth to protest, but Eaglepelt gave him a warning glance. "Bye, Waterstrike." Flamespirit blinked softly to her, bounding away with his former mentor. Waterstrike watched him go, curious what he was going to say. She shrugged. She was a warrior now!

Rustling woke Waterstrike up. She turned to see Flamespirit in his nest, stepping on the bracken, his face looking relieved. "Waterstrike!" He meowed in a hushed whisper. "What?" She murmured sleepily. "Follow me." He muttered softly, walking over nests until he was out of the warriors' den, then beckoning her to behind a bush. "What?" Waterstrike repeated. "We don't have much time! I need to tell you tha-" "Yeehee!" Fangkit squealed, jumping onto Flamespirit's back. Petalstorm picked up her kit, apoligizing. Leafheart looked at them. "You can go on a hunting patrol, and bring Tortisepaw!" Leafheart mewed sternly to the two warriors. They dipped their heads. "I'll get Tortisepaw and her mentor, Sunstreak." Flamespirit offered. "Okay." Waterstrike shrugged, and padded away. That was weird, Waterstrike thought.

   Waterstrike met Sunstreak, Flamespirit, and Tortisepaw at Sun Stones. "Let's split up. I'll hunt with Tortisepaw, and Waterstrike and Flamespirit can hunt together." Sunstreak meowed. Flamespirit and Sunstreak exchanged a glance, and Flamespirit nodded. Waterstrike's eyes shone with confusion. Flamespirit beckoned her with his tail, and she followed. She looked up at the sun as they trotted along in the forest. "Let's take a break." Flamespirit meowed, sitting on a patch of grass. Waterstrike sat next to him, her eyes energetic. He looked at her, his eyes shining with softness. "I love you, Waterstrike." He murmured, and she closed her eyes. She leaned in to him, nuzzling Flamespirit. "I love you, too." She replied, licking his cheek. And they sat there together, enjoying the sunset.

Waterstrike opened her sleepy eyes. Pain clutched her stomach like talons, and she staggered to the med den, where Rainleaf was sitting, organizing her herbs. She looked up. "What do you need?" Rainleaf asked. "My belly, it hurts!" Waterstrike complained. "Lie down." Rainleaf instructed. Waterstrike rolled onto her back, showing her soft belly. Rainleaf purred. "Have you been eating lots of fresh-kill?" She asked. "No, only regular amounts." Waterstrike answered. Rainleaf twitched her whiskers. "You're going to have kits." Waterstrike widened her eyes. The floral brambles shook as Stormleg slid into the den. "What's going on?" He asked, his gaze fixed on Waterstrike. "Waterstrike is having kits." Rainleaf meowed, purring. "I guess I'll go get my nest made there then!" She meowed. "Give Treepool some company, she's expecting kits too!" Stormleg called. Waterstrike padded out of the den, but instictively turned back around, but stopped. Rainleaf was muttering to Stormleg. "He said, 'I love you like a sister, Rainleaf.'" She meowed, sadness in her mew. "I cannot believe he betrayed me for Treepool." She murmured softly. "You're better than Pinefoot, Rainleaf!" That was Stormleg. "He acts like a kittypet!" "I will never forgive him." She meowed, and Waterstrike felt a pang of sympathy and anger. Pinefoot was such a adder-heart! She'd never treat him like her friend again. Waterstrike spun around, bounding away to the nursery, accidentally bumping Orangestripe. "Hello, Waterstrike!" He said friendly. "I'm expecting kits!" She meowed in worry. "With who?" Orangestripe said in over protection. A familiar purr sounded from behind her. "Don't worry, Orangestripe. I'll father these kits just as good as you fathered Waterstrike and Grassheart!" Flamespirit meowed, appearing next to Waterstrike. Orangestripe nodded in approval. "You're a good one." He meowed. Flamespirit dipped his head. "Thank you." He meowed as Orangestripe padded away. Flamespirit turned to Waterstrike. "Are you really having my kits?" He asked. "Yes." She replied. Flamespirit's eyes widened. "Am I..... Really a father?" Waterstrike nodded. He pressed his muzzle hard against hers. "I love you. We'll take great care of these kits!" He murmured. Waterstrike pulled away, her stomach hurting again. She groaned and leaned on Flamespirit. He purred.

  "Ow!" Waterstrike twisted with pain. "Hush, they are almost coming." Rainleaf soothed. "Can't you give her something for the pain?" Grassheart fretted. Treepool watched sadly. Her kits had all died, born dead. Flamespirit nodded in agreement for Grassheart. "No, Waterstrike's pain tells us when the kits are coming." Rainleaf murmured to them. "I'm out of this place. Move, Grassface!" Treepool growled. "Grassheart!" Grassheart spat, moving for Treepool to leave. Waterstrike groaned. "They're coming!" Rainleaf called. Stormleg pushed his way into the nursery, holding borage and raspberry leaves. He chewed the raspberry leaves into a pulp and pushed them towards Waterstrike. She lapped them up gratefully. Waterstrike gasped with pain as a small, misty, kit fell onto the moss. Rainleaf purred. "A she-kit!" She called. Flamespirit nuzzled Waterstrike. "Two more to go." Rainleaf meowed. Waterstrike shuddered as another jet-black kit fell onto the moss. "A tom!" Rainleaf meowed happily. "It looks like me!"Grassheart purred. "And Flowereye." Waterstrike reminded her. Waterstrike panted as a flame-colored kit fell onto the moss. "That's it!" Rainleaf meowed, pushing the kits toward Waterstrike's belly to eat. "Shall we name them?" Flamespirit asked, looking down on his kits. Waterstrike nodded. "This one I want to name Pouncekit." Flamespirit meowed, laying his tail on the fiery tom. Waterstrike licked his ears in approval. "May I name one?" Grassheart asked, eyeing the raven colored kit. "Of course." Waterstrike purred. "Ravenkit." Grassheart conceded. "I love it." Waterstrike meowed. She laid her tail on the misty blue one. "I name this one Fogkit." Waterstrike purred. "Fogkit, Ravenkit, and Pouncekit!" Rainleaf announced, yelling to outside the nursery. Her and Stormleg turned around and padded out of the den. Flowereye and Orangestripe stuck their head in. "Oh, they're beautiful." Flowereye breathed. Orangestripe nodded in agreement.

The news of two toms and one she-kit spread quickly. Almost every cat in the clan had seen Waterstrike's kits. Pouncekit, Ravenkit, and Fogkit were all on their 5th moon. "I'm going to be the best apprentice ever!" Ravenkit boasted. "Not as good as me!" Fogkit exclaimed. "I'll be better!" Pouncekit squealed. Waterstrike purred. "You'll all be great apprentices. And even better warriors!" She meowed. Flowereye poked her head in. "I thought you might want to go on a walk with me and Rainleaf!" She meowed. Waterstrike nodded. "Lets go!" Flowereye purred, and they jumped over and up rocks to Sky Birch. Rainleaf appeared through the ferns. "Hello, Waterstrike!" She meowed, and her eyes flashed. "Let's go." Waterstrike and Flowereye followed Rainleaf into the forest. The leaves cracked underpaw. Flowereye stopped, lifting her muzzle. "Badger, fresh." She reported. "Oh no!" Rainleaf gasped. Waterstrike's eyes widened in fear. A large badger stepped out of the ferns, licking it's lips. "StarClan, help us!" Waterstrike mewed fearfully. The badger narrowed its eyes at Waterstrike, and pounced. "No!" Flowereye and Rainleaf shrieked, pouncing on Waterstrike and protecting her, but feeling the badger's claws. Rainleaf clawed the badger's muzzle, and it growled. It slashed Rainleaf and Flowereye hard, then scrambled away. Waterstrike looked at the two injured she-cats. She picked them up by their scruffs, and dragged them to camp, scared.

"Rainleaf!" Stormleg raced over, pressing cobwebs against their wounds. "Oh...no.." Rainleaf groaned and pushed the cobwebs away. "It's no use. I go to hunt with StarClan..." "No!" Stormleg cried. "Waterstrike, fetch marigold leaves!" But it was too late. Rainleaf's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Flowereye......" Stormleg looked at the other she-cat. "Flowereye! No!" Waterstrike felt panic welling up inside her. "Wake up!" She nudged her mother, prodding her harder and harder. "Please!" She rasped, tears filling her eyes. Flowereye's breathing slowed even more. "No!" She cried. Flowereye panted as her last breath left her body. Orangestripe pressed against her. "She hunts with StarClan now." He whispered, grief filling his mew. Her tail drooped as she dragged herself to the nursery. Pouncekit, Ravenkit, and Fogkit greeted her by pouncing on her shoulders. She grunted, and tried to shake them off. But they held on with thorn-sharp claws. "I'm hungry!" Fogkit whined. Waterstrike settled down to let her kits eat, and closed her eyes.

Waterstrike opened her eyes sleepily. Then she opened them fully. She wasn't in the leafy nursery with her kits, she was at The Great Birch. Cats roamed with starry paws, and she recognized Flowereye and Rainleaf among them. Rainleaf confronted her. "Welcome to StarClan." She murmured. "Am I dead?" Waterstrike asked, clearly in panic. Rainleaf purred. "No. I am just letting you know not to grieve. Now I can be with whom I love. It was my time. Flowereye is the same." She meowed wisely. Her icy blue eyes blinked, and Waterstrike grunted in acceptance. She opened her eyes once again, to see the GlowClan nursery underpaw.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under Brightrock for a clan meeting!" Whitestar's call rang around the camp, and Waterstrike smiled. Her kits were sitting on Brightrock, ready to get their apprentice names. Fogkit bounced up and down exctitedly. "Fogkit, come to the Brightrock." Fogkit bounced over happily. "Fogkit, until you earn your warrior name, you will be Fogpaw." Fogpaw beamed. "Your mentor will be Shellnose. Shellnose, we all admire your courage and strength, so teach Fogpaw well." The cream tom dipped his head and touched noses with Fogpaw. Fogpaw quivered with excitement. Whitestar turned to Pouncekit. He looked like a mini Flamespirit. Waterstrike purred. "Pouncekit, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Pouncepaw." Whitestar went on. "Silverfur, you are brave and helpful. I expect you to pass on your wisdom to Pouncepaw." Silverfur dipped her head, and touched noses with Pouncepaw. He purred happily. Whitestar finally turned to Ravenkit. "Ravenkit, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Ravenpaw!" Whitestar looked into the mass of cats, his eyes resting on Orangestripe. "Orangestripe, you were born suffering with a warrior's spirit, you will mentor Ravenpaw." He dipped his head and touched noses with Ravenpaw. The tom's yellow eyes sparkled. Waterstrike purred. Her kits were apprentices! She licked her kits happily. "I wish you were my mentor!" Fogpaw said wistfully. "I like Silverfur." Pouncepaw shrugged. "Orangestripe's my grandpa!" Ravenpaw squealed. Waterstrike purred.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Like this?" Herbpaw asked, kicking Waterstrike away with her hind paws. "Yes, like that!" Waterstrike sat up, shaking sand off her pelt. Waterstrike was given Herbpaw as an apprentice, and Grassheart was given Lightpaw. They had been very happy. Herbpaw was the best hunter apprentice in the clan. She was very talented, Waterstrike admired her. She was training with her right now, she wasn't a bad fighter. Herbpaw sat up, her eyes glowing. "I'll try and convince Leafheart to let you go to the gathering." Herbpaw jumped up and down. "Yayyyyyyy!" She squealed. Waterstrike purred. Her kits would probably be going. Waterstrike remembered her gatherings as a queen. It was nice gossiping with the other queens, Like <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Amberleaf and Thrushwing. They were both from SeaClan. She hoped they'd be there tonight. Herbpaw sighed dreamily, stretching her muscles. Waterstrike turned her head. "What is it?" She asked. Herbpaw shuffled her paws. "Just a crush." She muttered. Waterstrike purred. "Do tell!" She meowed, scooting closer to Herbpaw. Herbpaw sighed and looked at the sky. "Pouncepaw." She murmured. Waterstrike licked her cheek. "I approve." She purred. Herbpaw purred also.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Waterstrike!" Amberleaf rushed over. "Amberleaf!" Waterstrike purred to her friend. "Where is Thrushwing?" Waterstrike asked. "She's got a cold." Amberleaf answered, her white pelt shining. She blinked her amber eyes sadly. Waterstrike gasped. "Thats horrible!" Amberleaf nodded sadly. Herbpaw sat next to them, her green eyes shining. "I'm Herbpaw!" She burst out. Amberleaf purred. "You have a great mentor." She meowed. Herbpaw nodded. "We got new kits!" Amberleaf meowed happily. "Who are the parents?" Waterstrike asked. "Thistleheart and Clawstorm." She answered. "Thistleheart is cruel to them. She is such a bad mother! I have to protect my own kits, Mosskit and Creekkit, from her!" Waterstrike blinked sympathetically. "They'll be apprentices soon." Waterstrike encouraged. Herbpaw blinked as a cream she-cat sat next to Amberleaf. "This is my apprentice, Frogpaw." Amberleaf meowed. "Hi, I'm Herbpaw!" Herbpaw mewed cheerfully. "What are you, a medicine cat?" Frogpaw snorted rudely. Amberleaf hissed. "Manners!" Herbpaw looked at her paws sadly. Waterstrike glared at Frogpaw. Frogpaw flicked her tail. "What are you looking at, vole brain?" Frogpaw snarled. Waterstrike hissed. Amberleaf cuffed her ears. "You are not going to the next gathering." She growled. Frogpaw bared her teeth and snapped her attention back to The Great Birch. Branchstar yowled, silencing the chatty cats. He stepped up. "Our kits are hungrier than ever. We don't have enough prey to support them, and we need your help. You must give away part of your territory to us." Shocked yowls spread through the cats, and Swirlstar narrowed her eyes. "We are not weak. We have our own mouths to feed! I will not give you any of our land." She growled. "Neither will GlowClan." Whitestar meowed confidently. "Longstar has already agreed to my demands." Branchstar growled. "Why don't you?" Longstar looked away. "There is lots of prey." Longstar insisted. "Just give them a piece of your land." Whitestar shook his white head. "Never." Branchstar narrowed his eyes. "Then we'll invade." He growled. "I'd like to see you try!" Swirlstar spat. Icestorm and Dustyfur from SeaClan got onto their paws, bristling. Longstar shuffled his paws. "Our clan is doing good, and we are strong as ever." He reported. Whitestar lifted his muzzle, preparing to speak. "GlowClan is good, and we have 3 new apprentices! Fogpaw, Ravenpaw, and Pouncepaw!" SeaClan, GlowClan, and MoonClan cheered. And Junglefur cheered also, but Greenflower shushed him. Amberleaf purred. Waterstrike took the congradulations happily. Swirlstar stepped up. Icestorm sat down, his white ears twitching. Dustsky snorted and sat down, her dusky brown ears twitching. "SeaClan has been good, and we are stronger than ever." Swirlstar meowed proudly. Amberleaf grunted. Fogpaw bounced over. "Hi, Herbpaw!" She meowed. "This is one of my kits, Fogpaw." Waterstrike introduced to Amberleaf. "Hello, Amberleaf!" Fogpaw purred, bouncing up and down. Frogpaw hissed at her. "Be quiet, you load of fox-dung!" Fogpaw leaped back, her eyes full of hurt. Amberleaf cuffed Frogpaw over the ear. "Time to go." Whitestar meowed, hopping down from The Great Birch. GlowClan fell in line behind their leader.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">  Waterstrike leaned over the sick cat. Leafheart writhed in pain. Stormleg leaned over her. "This greencough is horrible. I don't know if it is curable anymore." Waterstrike's eyes widened. "Oh, no...." She gasped. Leafheart shuddered and panted. She gasped as her last breath left her body. "No!" A familiar voice sounded from behind her. The black she-cat's voice was filled with grief. "Grassheart, she's gone." Waterstrike mewed sadly. "I learned so much from her..." Grassheart mewed. Leafheart's body laid in the med den, not moving. "I'll go fetch the rosemary." Stormleg meowed, slipping into the back of the den. Grassheart picked up the dead ginger she-cat, and dragged her out into the clearing. Shellnose gasped and ran over to his lifeless mate. Fogpaw hurried after, her sea green eyes wide. Orangestripe walked into camp, Ravenpaw at his heels. "Oh, great StarClan!" Silverfur bounded over. "My daughter.... Flower-eye, and now Leafheart?" She raised her muzzle to the sky sadly. Whitestar padded into camp, a pair of thrushes in his jaws. "Oh no.." He gasped, sitting down the thrushes. He bounded over to the crowd. "She would've made a fine leader." He murmured, touching his nose to her flank. Suddenly he lifted his head. "I need to pick a new deputy." He called. "Come to my den, senior warriors!" Silverfur, Shellnose, Orangestripe and Whitestar padded into the leader's den, meowing in hushed whispers. She looked around camp. Her sister would make a good deputy, and so would she. Frostclaw would too, and so would Mistpelt.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> Pawsteps sounded as Whitestar padded out of his den. "We have made a decision!" He meowed, stepping onto Brightrock. "I say these words before the spirit of Leafheart, that she will respect and approve of my choice." He paused, blinking. "Waterstrike will be the new deputy of GlowClan." Lucky Waterstrike! She thought. She paused. He meant me! "Congradulations!" "Waterstrike! Waterstrike!" "You lucky furball!" Meows from all around her made her dizzy. Grassheart purred. "I knew you would someday." Waterstrike dipped her head, and hurried off to talk to Whitestar. She stopped, knowing she had to organize patrols. She bounded back up to Grassheart. "Lead a hunting patrol." She ordered. Grassheart nodded, beckoning to Ravenpaw and Orangestripe to come with her. They followed her out of camp. "Frostclaw, you take one too. Flamespirit, go on a border patrol. You too, Pinefoot." She meowed. Whitestar made his way over to Flamespirit's patrol, and they left. Pouncepaw and Silverfur joined Frostclaw's hunting patrol, and Mistpelt and Treepool joined Pinefoot's border patrol. As they all leaped out of camp, Waterstrike gazed around the camp. Herbpaw bounded up to her. "Oh StarClan! My mentor is deputy!" She squeaked. Lightpaw came up behind them and purred. He sat down, his cream fur sleek. "Your lucky." He meowed to Waterstrike. Shellnose padded over, licking his kits. "You don't need deputy to be happy." He told them. Herbpaw shrugged, her green eyes shining. "Aren't you sad your mother died?" Waterstrike asked. "Yes, but life goes on. Leafheart would approve, I know she would." Lightpaw mewed, his eyes staring at someone Waterstrike couldn't see. Pouncepaw bounded over. "Congrats, mom!" He meowed. Waterstrike nuzzled her son gently, even though he was one of the oldest apprentices. She loved her life.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> "FernClan invaded!" Pinefoot's yowl rang around camp. Oh no! Waterstrike burst out of the warriors' den, Grassheart at her heels. Whitestar hurried out of his den. "Waterstrike, lead a patrol there. Take Treepool, Frostclaw, Grassheart, Mistpelt, Flamespirit, Goldwing and Eaglepelt!" He called. "I will lead a patrol with Fogpaw, Herbpaw, Lightpaw, Pouncepaw, Skyclaw, Pinefoot, and Orangestripe!" Whitestar meowed. "Waterstrike will talk to them, and if they agree to battle, do the battle call. If we start to lose, you'll hear my battle call. Got it?" Waterstrike nodded, and leaped into the trees.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">   Waterstrike stopped by the ferns in Mouse Meadows. She smelled FernClan. "What are you doing here?" She called, stepping out of the leafy foliage. FernClan deputy, Stripedfur, stepped out of the mass of FernClan cats. "We are here to claim land." He announced. "Never." Waterstrike growled. "Mouse Meadows are ours." "Then let's fight!" Stripedfur growled. "FernClan, attack!" The mass of FernClan cats ran towards them, claws unsheathed. "GlowClan, attack!" Waterstrike screeched, rushing forward and pouncing an a dark tabby she-cat with icy blue eyes. She squealed in agony as Waterstrike dug her claws and teeth into her bony shoulder. She rolled onto her back, crushing Waterstrike. Waterstrike lifted her hind paws and kicked her off, leaping onto her paws, ready for the tabby's attack. The tabby leaped at her, and Waterstrike jumped onto her back, pinning the tabby. "Stay off our territory!" She hissed, giving her a fierce bite. The tabby screeched and slithered out of Waterstrike's grasp, running off. She looked around, spotting Pouncepaw bravely fighting off two black toms, Ravenpaw at his side. Whitestar's battle yowl rang around the meadow, but FernClan would not give up. More warriors raced out of the bushes, and they weren't from GlowClan. GlowClan warriors bounded into the thick of the fighting, Whitestar at the head. Sunstreak and Tortiseshell ran out of the bushes, Stormleg at their heels. His mouth was full of herbs. Waterstrike pounced on a white tom, her claws outstretched. He pummeled her belly with his hind paws, and she was thrown backwards. The tom landed next to her and pinned her. She writhed under his great weight. A black figure pushed him off, snarling. Grassheart! Grassheart pinned him down, clawing his muzzle. He yowled and wriggled out, sprinting away. Stripedfur lifted his muzzle. "Retreat!" He yowled, sprinting into the bushes and away into the moor. Stormleg padded from cat to cat, checking their wounds. "You need lots of cobwebs!" Stormleg fretted to Waterstrike. "Its not my blood." Waterstrike purred. Grassheart started to lick the blood off Waterstrike's fur, curling her tongue. "Uck, rabbit!" She spat. Stormleg purred. "Don't lick the blood off, Waterstrike will have to wash in the stream." He advised. "I also have a scratch on my belly." Waterstrike admitted, rolling onto her back. Stormleg gazed over her belly, pressing cobwebs on the wound. "The wound is small, it will heal quickly." He mewed.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> Waterstrike blinked sleep from her eyes. Whitestar's meeting call had woken her up. Yesterday the battle had happened, and the clan was sleepy. She padded out of the warrior den, purring as she saw her kits on Brightrock. Lightpaw and Herbpaw watched, jealousy burning in their eyes. The clan sat down expectantly in front of the glowing stone. "I call to my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard in the ways of your noble code, and I command them warriors in their turn." He announced, turning to Fogpaw. "Fogpaw, we all like your bravery and sharp movements, and for that your new name is Fogbreeze." He mewed. Fogbreeze dipped her head. He turned to Pouncepaw. "Pouncepaw, everyone enjoys your wise words and enthusiasm, your warrior name will be Pounceleaf." Whitestar called. Then he turned to Ravenpaw. "We all like your shyness and curiosity, so your new name will be Ravenwing." Whitestar called. "Serve your clans well." Pounceclaw bounded off Brightrock, pressing his muzzle against Herbpaw's. She purred. Lightpaw licked Fogbreeze's cheek. Happiness exploded inside Waterstrike as she felt something brush against her flank. She spun around to see Flamespirit. "Oh, you'll never know how much I love you." He whispered. Waterstrike smiled.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">A leaf crunched under Lightpaw's pad. "Oops!" He giggled. Grassheart gave her apprentice a look sharper than a thorn. Lightpaw flattened his ears, his eyes flicking around for prey. Fogbreeze bounded out of the ferns, her mouth filled with a plump thrush. "Nice job." Grassheart praised. Fogbreeze smiled. Lightpaw licked his crush's forehead. "Whitestar is going to Moonfall." Fogbreeze gossiped. "I've heard of that." Grassheart meowed. "It's a waterfall where StarClan cats speak to clan cats. You lap up the water and then they come to you." She informed. "Ravenwing, Pounceleaf and I are going to learn about it." Fogbreeze boasted. Lightpaw felt a prickle of jealousy. They were going to see StarClan cats! "Good. Now leave, we must hunt longer." Grassheart growled. Fogbreeze dipped her head at the senior warrior and slipped into the bushes. Lightpaw smiled.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> "Get off our land!" Redstorm snarled. His FernClan paws stood, looking at Fogbreeze. They were on their way to Moonfall, and to get there they had to cross Fernclan's territory. "We are going to Moonfall." Pounceleaf growled. Branchstar growled. "Then why so many warriors!" He spat. "Training." Whitestar replied calmly. "No!" Redstorm hissed. Greenflower growled. Suddenly, Branchstar pounced on Whitestar. No! Fogbreeze thought. Whitestar is on his last life! She rushed forward, pouncing on Greenflower. The tortoiseshell she-cat hissed in fury. Fogbreeze landed on Greenflower's shoulders easily, her misty blue tail curled around her. She sunk her teeth into her opponent's scruff, unaware of Branchstar smiling. "Whitestar! No!" Fogbreeze gasped at Ravenwing's horrid tone. She sunk her teeth deeper into Greenflower's neck, then letting the tortoiseshell get away, screeching. She spun around, seeing Whitestar's limp body, Redstorm and Branchstar baring their teeth. "Now we just have to kill Swirlstar." Redstorm spat. "She still has 6 lives!" Pounceleaf growled. Suddenly, he leaped onto Redstorm's shoulders, pinning the deputy down. He sunk his teeth into Redstorm's throat, killing him. Fogbreeze and Ravenwing gasped. Branchstar stared blankly at his dead deputy, before spinning around and running away. Pounceleaf ran over to Whitestar, pressing his muzzle into his fur. Fogbreeze hurried over, doing the same. "No use in going to Moonfall now." Ravenwing meowed. They exchanged knowing glances, and picked up Whitestar.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">  "Whitestar!" Herbpaw's frightened shriek filled GlowClan camp. Waterstrike hurried out of the warrior den, fear making her bristle. She ran over to the lifeless body and gasped. "Who did this?!" She demanded. "Branchstar and Redstorm." Ravenwing answered fiercely. A wail of shock came from the nursery. Petalstorm rushed out, Fangkit at her heels. "Whitestar!" She wailed. "He's dead." Waterstrike whispered. Soon the whole clan was out in the open, grieving for their dead leader. Silverfur turned to Waterstrike. "You're leader now." She meowed. Waterstrike looked at all of the cats. All of them nodded, except for one. Embertail. "Why do all the cats I hate become leader?" She hissed. Fogbreeze looked at the new leader. "You need to pick deputy, too." She meowed. Waterstrike nodded. Silverfur's throat suddenly convulsed, and she threw up. "The mouse! It was crowfood!" She hissed, throwing up again.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">    Stormleg towered over the dead silver she-cat. "We must go, now. I don't want to see anymore cats die. Follow me to Moonfall." Waterstrike nodded sympathetically. They bounded out of camp together, sprinting nonstop through FernClan territory. "Halt!" A booming yowl rang around them. "Keep going!" Stormleg hissed. Waterstrike nodded, and continued running. When they finally made it to Moonfall, they stopped. "Now you just lap up some water, and you're in StarClan." He meowed. She turned around, and lapped up a small bit of water. Suddenly, she was thrown into the water, forced to close her eyes. When she opened them, she was at The Great Birch. But there were no StarClan cats. Come get me, StarClan! Suddenly, like mist, the nine cats appeared in front of her. "Welcome." A tabby meowed. Rainleaf! "Are you ready to receive the nine lives of a true leader?" She asked. "Yes." Waterstrike meowed. Rainleaf stepped forward, resting her muzzle on Waterstrike's forehead. It felt like the hottest fire and the coldest ice. "With this life I give you healing." She murmured as a sharp pang of agony filled her body. It swirled around her body from her ears to her paws. Waterstrike shuddered. "Use it to heal and help everyone weaker than you." Rainleaf finished, stepping away. A jet black she-cat took her place. Flower-eye. A sparkle of pride shown in her mother's eyes. She did the same thing Rainleaf did, pressing her nose against Waterstrike's forehead. "With this life I give you protection. Protect your clan like they were your own kits." She murmured, and a flash of pain rippled through Waterstrike. She had braced herself, so it didn't hurt as much. "I miss you." Waterstrike mewed. Flower-eye nodded in agreement before stepping back. A small tortoiseshell kit took her place. "I'm Puddlekit, Treepool's kit." She mewled. She stood up to press her nose to Waterstrike's forehead. Waterstrike kneeled down a bit for the small kit. "With this life I give you defense." She squeaked. "Use it to defend your clan in every way." As the new life unfolded inside her, she purred. This life didn't hurt at all, just filled with softness and kindness. "Thank you, Puddlekit." Waterstrike meowed. The small kit backed up, to be replaced by Leafheart. "With this life I give you strength." She meowed. An agonizing pang shot through Waterstrike, feeling as if she was running through the forest, as swift as a FernClan cat. "Use it well to fight for your clan, and lead them through the good times and bad." She meowed, stepping back. Another kit, a brown tabby, stepped up. "I'm Mudkit!" He squeaked. "With this life I give you hope. Use it in the dark hours of your life." A bright light blinded Waterstrike, and she screwed up her eyes. It faded, and Mudkit stepped back. A brindle tom took his place. Junglefur. "I need to tell you, I always loved you. The reason I would avoid battles with you, and cheered so loudly when your kits became apprentices." He meowed lovingly. Waterstrike stared at him in awe. He pressed his muzzle against hers for a moment, and then lifted it to her forehead. "With this life I give you love. Use if for me, and especially Flamespirit." He meowed as a new life flooded into her. Love engulfed her body, and disappeared with care and peacefulness. Thrushwing stepped up. "I died of cold." She confessed. "With this life I give you friendship. Use it when you need friends to help you." She declared, as a completely unexpected shot of pain engulfed her. "Hurts, eh?" Thrushwing smiled. She stepped back, letting a muscular cream tom take her place. "I'm Sunheart." He meowed. "I was medicine cat before Rainleaf." He meowed. "With this life I give you loyalty. Use it to keep yourself loyal, and always caring for your clan." He smiled as a wave of pain hit Waterstrike. He stepped back, and a muscular white tom took his place. "Whitestar." She purred. "My apprentice, my warrior, my forehead. "With this life I give you nobility. Use it well to lead your clan." He meowed as a life rushed deputy. I always saw great things in you." He meowed proudly, resting his muzzle on Waterstrike's through her. "I hail you by your new name, Waterstar. Your old life is no more." He meowed, Waterstar dipped her head, closing her eyes. She opened her eyes, and stood up, her legs shaking. Stormleg hurried over. "Are you okay?" He asked. Waterstar nodded. "You look sleepy. We can stop at Barley's farm." Stormleg meowed. "Where is that?" She asked. "I'll show you. Follow me!"

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">"Barley?" Stormleg called. A muscular black and white tom peeked his head out of the barn. "Stormleg! Come in!" He called friendily. Waterstar followed Stormleg into the barn reluctantly. Barley looked at the misty she-cat. "Who is this?" He asked. "Waterstar. She's the leader of GlowClan." Stormleg meowed. She twitched her ears. "Greetings, Barley." She meowed. Barley dipped his head. "Come meet Ravenpaw." He meowed as a small black tom slinked out of the hay. "Hello." He meowed. "Hello, there." Waterstar meowed. "Barley!" A rough meow came from outside. "Fireheart?" Barley exclaimed, bounding outside. Waterstar followed curiously, Ravenpaw and Stormleg on her heels. A handsome orange tom blinked sleep away, a grey she-cat next to him, like the colors of dry cinders. The she-cat spoke first. "Firestar needs to sleep, he just got his nine lives. Can he stay here?" She asked. "I just got my nine lives too." Waterstar meowed. Firestar looked over at her. "Who are you?" He asked, confusion shining in his green eyes. "I'm Waterstar, leader of GlowClan. The clans I live in are over there." She meowed, pointing with her tail. "This is my medicine cat, Stormleg." Stormleg smiled hello. "I am Firestar, leader of ThunderClan. This is my medicine cat, Cinderpelt." The grey she-cat dipped her head. "Then let's hunt and sleep." Ravenpaw mewed. The cats broke in silence, hunting. She spotted a plump mouse in a corner of the hay, and made her way over quickly yet quietly. She pounced on it, nipping it and taking it's life. "You're a good hunter." Waterstar spun around to see Firestar behind her. Her ear tips grew hot, yet Firestar didn't look like he regretted what he said. "Uh, thanks." She meowed. Stop mooning over him! She told herself. "Would you like to share?" He asked. "Sure!" She meowed, picking up the plump mouse. Cinderpelt and Stormleg were already eating together, hearts basically sparkling off their pelts as they ate together. Waterstar purred. Firestar smiled, his pelt brushing Waterstar's. She didn't mind, she actually thought Firestar was quite attractive. As they sat down, Waterstar looked at him. "Tell me about yourself." She meowed. "Well, I used to be a kittypet. Then our old leader, Bluestar, found me and brought me to the clan....." As he went on, Waterstar found herself falling more in love.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> Waterstar opened her eyes sleepily. The hay she slept on wasn't very comfortable, but she was sleepy. She opened her eyes fully, seeing the Firestar was curled up around her. Stormleg and Cinderpelt had curled around each other, murmuring their names lovingly. Waterstar twitched her ears in amusement. Movement from behind her made her spin around. Ravenpaw had gotten up, looking at the cats in dismay. "B-but Sandstorm!" He stuttered. "Who is Sandstorm?" Waterstar asked. "Firestar's mate!" He snarled at her. Disappointment hit Waterstar like a thorn. She was careful not to show it in her face. "We were cold." She lied. Firestar lifted his head sleepily. "No, Ravenpaw. She isn't my mate anymore." He meowed, an edge of grief in his tone. "Sandstorm is dead." Ravenpaw looked at his paws. "Oh." Is all he said. Stormleg opened his eyes sharply. "Waterstar!" He gasped. Waterstar looked at the medicine cat. "Yes?" He panted. "Flamespirit is dead!"

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">Waterstar gasped. "How do you know?" She asked. "In my dream, I saw him hiss furiously. Then, he pounced on Fogbreeze. He was about to kill her when Pounceleaf came over, killing the evil cat. Then it disappeared, and Whitestar appeared. He said a new fire would bloom in GlowClan." He meowed anxiously. Firestar stared at the medicine cat. Cinderpelt opened her eyes sleepily. "What now." She groaned. "Waterstar's mate is dead." Stormleg meowed. Cinderpelt smiled and nuzzled Stormleg. He purred lightly. Waterstar suddenly noticed Cinderpelt's leg. "What happened to your leg?" She asked. "A monster." Firestar replied. Cinderpelt looked away, deep sorrow in her blue eyes. Firestar licked Waterstar's ear. She blushed. <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Why was he so kind to her? <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> Barley opened his eyes sleepily, seeing the two leaders blushing. "Sandstorm." He muttered, standing onto his paws. "Dead." Ravenpaw whispered to him. They snickered together, putting their tales together to make a heart shape. Waterstar and Firestar looked away, blushing. Stormleg and Cinderpelt intertwined tails, and curled together. "I know I just met you, but I want to be with you for the rest of my life." Stormleg whispered. Cinderpelt purred. "Well, I think I must return to our cla-" "No!" Firestar's yowl interrupted Waterstar. "What?" She looked at him. Everyone looked up, their attention pulled to her and Firestar. "Whenever I see you, my stomach gets bubbly. Whenever you talk to me, I say mouse-brained things back. Whenever I look at you, I can't look away. I know we haven't known each other for awhile, Waterstar. But I love you." Firestar's words rang through Waterstar's head. He was so kind to her, so much like her dream tom...."I know this may be odd, Waterstar, bu-" Waterstar silenced him by pressing her muzzle against his. "Hush." She murmured. He smiled and pressed his muzzle against hers, purring lightly. Waterstar only wished the moment lasted forever.

<span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> "I'll miss you." Waterstar and Stormleg were saying their goodbyes to Firestar, Cinderpelt, and the two loners. "Meet us here next moon!" Cinderpelt meowed. The two GlowClanners nodded, then running off to their clan. The clan was a wreck. "Waterstri- er- Waterstar! You're back!" Fangkit squealed. Grassheart walked out of the bushes, loads of prey in her mouth. "Wafershar!" She meowed happily, her mouth full. "Grassheart!" The misty she-cat ran up to her sister, spilling everything that happened. "Firestar?" She asked. Waterstar nodded dreamily. "Will you join ThunderClan?" Grassheart asked anxiously. "Of course not." Waterstar purred. Her sister let out a sigh of relief as Frostclaw came up to Grassheart, wrapping his tail around her. "Frostclaw and I are mates now!" She purred excitedly. Waterstar smiled in congradulations, then bounded off to her den. She stopped, knowing she had to appoint a deputy. She made way to Brightrock, and leaped onto it. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under Brightrock for a clan meeting!" She yowled as cats bounded over to the shining stone. "I say these words before the body of our ancestors, that they will respect and approve my choice." She meowed. "Orangestripe will be the new deputy of GlowClan." Surprise and shock filled her father's eyes. Waterstar smiled, and the orange tom dipped his head. Yellowfern beamed, happy her old mentor was deputy. She hopped off Brightrock, padding to her den. Sunstreak stopped her. "Wow! You're leader!" He exclaimed. <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">No duh. <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;"> "Yes." She bounded away to her den before any cat could stop her. She ran up the tree to her den, stopping in the small leaf dome. The faint scent of Whitestar still lingered in the den, and she shuddered. Waterstar missed the white tom. She blinked and looked at the wall. Pounceleaf stuck his head into the opening of the den. “Hey, watcha doing?” He asked playfully, bouncing into the den. A small smile appeared on Waterstar’s face. Perhaps her kit could cheer her up. Pounceleaf purred, bouncing over to Waterstar. His eyes met hers softly. “You know what happened, don’t you?” He whispered. She thought of what Stormleg told her when she was in Barley’s barn. She nodded slowly. Relief made her gaze brighten. Her mind drifted to Firestar. Then she snapped out of the thought. She looked up at Pounceleaf. His gaze was drifting out of the den and was right on Herbpaw. He looked back at Waterstar. “When will she be a warrior?” Waterstar forced herself up and padded out of the den. She stood on bright rock and called a clan meeting. “Herbpaw and Lightpaw. You have clearly earned you warrior names.” She gazed down at the apprentices. “Lightpaw.” They apprentice stepped forwards. “Your clan honors you for you hunting abilities, and your courage. Your warrior name shall be, Lightstorm. She bound off Brightrock and touched her nose too they new warriors shoulder. Her gazed drifted to Herbpaw. The shaky apprentice stepped forward. “Herbpaw. Your clan honors you for your curage and loyalty.” She paused. “You shall now be known Herbheart.” She touched her nose too her shoulder. <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">The clan broke out into cheers. Herbheart! Lightstorm! Herbheart! Lightstorm!” Pounceleaf’s voice rose out above them all. He broke away from the crowd and touched noses with Herbheart purring. Waterstar heard a hiss. She looked up and saw a fiery orange muzzle peeking into camp. At once she knew who it was. She dismissed the meeting then rushed out. “Waterstar!” He mewed happily. “Firestar?!” She didn’t belive it. “Why are you here?” She mewed. He looked slightly hurt. “I came to join GlowClan. <span style="font-size:128px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">THE END! <span style="font-size:13px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(34,34,34);white-space:pre-wrap;">” '''