After TLH 2- The Dawn of a New Beggining

'''There will be massive changes to this one. This will Amberpool's POV (Cloud and Bright's daughter). I know it says Orchid is a tom in the previous story: ignore that. She is a she-cat. I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU READ After TLH so this makes more sense.

Changes and Timelapse
Timelapse: 20 moons

Changes: Dovewing and Bumblestripe have had 2 kits: Hollykit (brown tabby she-cat with bright gold eyes) and Rainkit (gray tabby tom with amber eyes)

Sandstorm has moved to the elders den, along with Dustpelt.

Lilypaw, Snowpaw, Dewpaw, and Seedpaw have received their warrior names: Seedfall, Snowwind, Dewfur, and Lilysong.

Orchidkit, Mistkit, and Sunkit have received their warrior names: Mistflight, Sunspots, and Orchidbreeze.

Amberpaw has received her full medicine cat name: Amberpool.

Leafpool has shown immense skill in fighting and hunting.

Lionblaze and Cinderheart have had 3 kits: Poolkit (gray she-cat with green eyes), Goldenkit (golden tabby she-cat) and Copperkit (golden-brown tabby she-cat); recently apprenticed with the mentors of Bumblestripe (Poolpaw), Berrynose (Goldenpaw) and Cherryflower (Copperpaw)

Berrynose, Hazeltail, and Mousewhisker are now senior warriors.

Sparrowpaw of ShadowClan, has received his full medicine cat name: Sparrowflight. He has also taken Littlecloud's place as medicine cat.

Littlecloud has moved to the elder's den. -

Story
Amberpool woke up, blinking the sleep away from her green eyes. She saw that her mentor, Jayfeather, was still asleep. She sighed, and trotted out of the den, stretching her limbs before she did so. She could hear Dovewing's kits stirring in their nests as they slept. Amberpool stalked over to the elders' den. Surprisingly, Sandstorm and Dustpelt were awake, chatting to each other. Sandstorm had a very lonely look in her eyes. She had heard nursery tales about Firestar, who was her mate. He had died the most bravest death ever, risking his own life to save his Clan. "So, I--" cut off Sandstorm, then looked up at Amberpool. "Oh, hello Amberpool." the old she-cat mewed. Purdy stirred in his nest. "Hello, Sandstorm, do you need anything?" asked Amberpool, twitching her ear. "I believe I'm fine."

Amberpool began to hear murmurs outside of the camp. The warriors must be waking up, finally! she thought, twitching her whiskers. She padded back into the medicine den, where Jayfeather would need her help. Jayfeather was sniffing at a shriveled leaf. "Throw these out." Jayfeather meowed, and prodded the wilted herbs torward Amberpool; she took the herbs and trotted over to the dirtplace tunnel. She discarded of the no-longer-useful herbs and trotted back into the clearing. Most warriors were awake now. Near the bramble entrance, she saw Orchidbreeze and Molefoot sharing tongues. She let her whiskers twitch in amusement. A good couple they will make. she thought. She turned to see Dewfur prowling up to her.

"Hi, Amberpool!" her brother mewed, settling down beside her. "What's it like being a medicine cat?" he asked, giving his gray forepaw a lick. Amberpool looked up. "Complex," she responded, "yet I enjoy it. But, Jayfeather can be a grump sometimes when it comes to me sorting the wrong things. I accidentally gave Purdy some yarrow instead of a willow leaf." she grunted, a wave of guilt crashing down on her. Dewfur purred. "But, is it cool speaking with StarClan and having a special connection to them, and stuff like that?" he asked, a gleam of curiosity in her brother's eyes. "I guess." she snorted. Then she scented the air. A fresh scent; it smelled like rabbits. WindClan! she thought. At the latest Gathering, Onestar had accused ThunderClan of stealing their moorland prey. They were probably going to attack, any moment now. "WindClan invaders!" Amberpool shrieked. Bramblestar let out a battle cry, and the WindClan cats sprang out of the bushes, snarling and spitting. Bramblestar and Squirrelflight, at the same time, leapt on two seperate WindClan warriors, hissing and yowling with outrage. Snowwind and Dewfur were side-by-side, slashing at a WindClan tom together. Amberpool felt teeth snap at her ears. Amberpool dodged her head to the side, and sliced the WindClan tom's nose deeply with her sharp claws. Blood splattered all over her. The WindClan tom ran off, screeching. She heard Toadstep wail for help, but Sunspots began to help him. She saw a WindClan she-cat pin Dustpelt down. Dustpelt writhed helplessly under the black she-cat's grip. She seemed familiar, thought Amberpool. Relief sparked through her as Icecloud knocked the WindClan she-cat back, throwing her off of Dustpelt. "Retreat, WindClan!" howled Ashfoot, the WindClan deputy. "Retreat! We will avenge this defeat another time." she called. The WindClan cats began to pound out of ThunderClan's camp.

"And stay out!" yowled Bramblestar, turning from fury to triumph for their victory. Amberpool panted. She had dealt quite a blow to the smoky black tom. She had been training with the warriors lately, and it all seemed to be paying off. She glanced around at her Clan. She saw Mistflight rubbing at her ear, gritting her teeth in pain. Goldenpaw was licking a nasty scratch on her flank. She trotted over to Jayfeather, and as she approached him, his gaze was clouded with worry. "They're badly wounded. Amberpool, I need your help. Get Leafpool and Brightheart to help too." he mewed to the gray she-cat. A voice piped up from inside the den. "Can I help, too?" It was Briarlight. Jayfeather nodded.

The five cats began to treat their Clanmates. First, she started off with Mistflight and her ear. "It's torn," she told Mistflight. "I'll treat it.." She wrapped Mistflight's ear in cobwebs. She heaved a sigh, and put some foxglove leaves and some cobwebs on a deep scratch in her flank. Then she went over to Toadstep, and made a goldenrod-and-marigold poultice, dressed it on his wounds, and used some catchweed burrs to make the poultice stay on.

Once she was finished helping her Clanmates heal, all she wanted to do was sleep. She curled up in her mossy bed, and drifted into sleep. She thanked StarClan that although it was leaf-bare, the herb supply was great. She woke up in a grassy field. Amberpool leaped up to her paws, and began to explore cautiously. A scent wreathed around her. "Hello." a voice sounded behind her. It was a deep mew; so she knew it was a tom.

She turned around to see a handsome, blazing ginger tom with deep green eyes. Her gaze widened. This was Firestar, the cat who has sacrificed himself for his Clan, many moons ago. "F-Firestar.." she gasped. Firestar dipped his head. "Follow me, young one." Firestar mewed, and he began to run extremely fast through the woods. She struggled to keep up with the fiery tom. After a few moments of running, she came to a halt along with Firestar. "Beware, Amberpool, of an enemy convinced to harm the brambles that leads ThunderClan on." his voice rang deeply and eerily. He touched the water with his tail. (yay, corniness) The place began to collapse until she was falling into blackness.

Amberpool shot her eyes open, gasping in fear. Beware of an enemy who is convinced to harm the brambles that lead ThunderClan... She repeated the words in her head. Firestar's words had confused her. The bramble entrance was pretty important. But could he have meant Bramblestar? She shuddered at the thought of any cat wanting to harm her leader. She looked at the night sky, her gray pelt reflecting the moon. Dawn was almost here, so she slipped out of her den and went into the clearing, where Ivypool was on guard duty. Ivypool dipped her head, and went back to guarding the thorn barrier.

All the cats were waking up now. Squirrelflight was already announcing who was going on the dawn patrol. "Can I come, too?" asked Amberpool. Squirrelflight gave a small nod, and the patrols set off. "I've never seen so much snow!" squeaked Goldenpaw excitedly. "This leaf-bare is getting much colder throughout the days." muttered Sunspots, giving his tortoiseshell fur a shake. Cloudtail shot the two an angry glance. "Stop talking, you can go do that in the apprentices' den." he growled. "We're here to hunt." Amberpool caught up with her father. "I can't help agreeing with those two. It is pretty cold out here." He said, pointing his muzzle up to the deep gray sky. He heaved a sigh, and dropper into the hunters' crouch. Amberpool trotted off, to see if she could find any prey of her own. She ignored Goldenpaw's chirps of excitement while Berrynose scolded her. She scented the air for any signs of danger and kept on going.

She had only found one scrawny squirrel as she met up with the patrol, who had prey as no better as hers. "Let's take this back to camp. If this is the only thing we can find, then hedgehogs can fly."

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