Warriors Fanfiction
Warriors Fanfiction

Hi hi hi! Sleepysky here! So, I was just here, vibing, and this idea popped into my mind; a book that every user can write. For example, you pick a few characters ((Please use your own! Not canon characters such as Squirrelflight or Mapleshade!)) And make a few chapters with them. You don't need to ask for permission to join, just go ahead and write!



  1. No deleting other's chapters.
  2. No using canon characters, (Ex: Bluestar, Crowfeather, Mothwing)) although you can use OCs that are inspired by canon characters ((Ex: Blueclaw (Inspired by Bluestar), Crowface (Inspired by Crowfeather), Mothshine (Inspired by Mothwing)))
  3. If you want a cat that isn't yours to get killed by a cat that is yours, please ask the other cat's creator on their talk page.
  4. Be nice to each other, please! D:
  5. You are allowed to make funny, troll-like chapters, but some people might take it seriously, such as me.


Sparrowpaw - Dark brown she-cat apprentice with a darker face, ear tip, tail tip and paws. Sister of Eaglepaw. - User:Sleepysky

Eaglepaw - Light brown tom apprentice with a white chest, and tail. Brother of Sparrowpaw. - User:Sleepysky

Yellowcloud - Golden-brown tom, has a stumpy tail and half of his face clawed to shreds. So is his left back leg. Adoptive father of Eaglepaw and Sparrowpaw. - User:Sleepysky

Smokybird - half blind, Smoky-grey queen with two black front paws, tail and ears. - User:KittieWhiskerz12

Meadowkit - Small grey she-kit with black stripes all over her body, daughter of Smokybird. User:KittieWhiskerz12

Featherfall- Small white she-cat with gray patches and darker gray stripes (like Ivypool). Has cyan eyes. - User:AnonymusDaFox

Violetpaw - splotchy black, gray and white she-cat with black paws and ears and dark amber eyes (inspired by Violetshine) -User:Evelyn0707

Falcon - Pure black tom with messy, spiky fur and big and bright yellow-orange eyes - User:Evelyn0707

Grayleaf -Gray she-cat with green eyes and two white front paws. Is the Medicine Cat -User:Firewind0111

Leafstar- leader with black pelt and striking blue eyes A tom- User:Firewind0111

Lionstrike-deputy with brown pelt and warm amber eyes-User:Firewind0111

Yarrowspots - Medicine cat aprentice - tom w/ bright yellow and brown spotted pelt gentle blue eyes - User:Thembunnylover

DuckCreek - huge black, grey, and white she who is expecting. Her eyes are blue and her mate DroopyOwl is dead.. - User:Kitticupcake

Otterslash- coconut brown she-cat with copper eyes and a white muzzle and red paws, Mate: Scratch- User:Otterfeather

Featherpaw- A ginger tom with cornflower blue eyes and white spots, mentor/ mother:Otterslash- User:Otterfeather

Scratch/ Scratchstem- Dark ginger tom with cornflower blue eyes, white spots, and a heavily scarred face, Mate: Otterslash (Inspired by Sharpclaw) User:Otterfeather

Lightwash- Muscular golden tom with blue eyes-Shininglight

Jaywind- Skinny blue-grey tom with green eyes-Shininglight

Birchfire - white tom with black stripes, missing, mate is Smokbird - User:KittieWhiskerz12

Purr - ginger long haired loner with blue eyes, and a stub tail - User:Variensmysmolbeen

Bayspeck - fluffy dark-grey-and-white she-cat with black stripes on her dark patches and black freckles. Has cyan eyes. | Bubbly, extroverted, clumsy, goofy, and positive | bisexual - Axol (otl) | Qwerty (ToasterQwerty) | self-advertising go brr

  • Mother: A calico named Gingerswirl
  • Father: A brown-grey speckled tom named Stoneash (inspired by Ashfur) (Pinebark's brother)

Rowanpaw/splinter - short-furred brown tabby tom with amber eyes. | curious, shy | Bayspeck's apprentice and younger cousin | Straight/greysexual - Axol (otl) | Qwerty (ToasterQwerty) | self-advertising go brr

  • Mother: A plump brown tabby named Pinebark
  • Father: A dark brown tom named Tigersnap (not evil.)

Feel free to kill Pinebark, Tigersnap, Stoneash, or Gingerswirl! - Axol (otl) | Qwerty (ToasterQwerty) | self-advertising go brr

Nightpaw/willow - black she-cat with sage-green eyes | quiet, constantly worrying, compassionate | med cat apprentice of FlightClan | pansexual - Silvershade54

Beetlewing - brown tabby tom with golden eyes | curt, short-tempered, intelligent, outspoken | medicine cat of FlightClan | straight - Silvershade54

Olive - splotchy black-and-white she-cat with green eyes | loner who lives with her sister | ~Feathercloud~

Robin - black she-cat with a white muzzle, belly, chest, paws, tail-tip | loner who lives with her sister | ~Feathercloud~

Vulturestar - brown-grey tabby tomcat with black flecks and piercing yellow eyes - appearance by Axol (otl) | Qwerty (ToasterQwerty) | self-advertising go brr

Featherstar- White she cat with blue eyes - Featherstar Warriorcat0

Firefang - a fire-colored she-cat with amber eyes Cotton le Cat

Mudtail - a brown tom with gray eyes Cotton le Cat

Featherclaw - a gray she-cat with white stripes and blue eyes Cotton le Cat

Beetletooth - black tom with amber eyes | FlightClan warrior | brother of Robin & Olive | mate of Sunpetal ~Feathercloud~

Sunpetal - yellow she-cat with slightly darker stripes | FlightClan queen | mate of Beetletooth ~Feathercloud~

Daykit - small yellow she-kit with green eyes | kit of Beetletooth and Sunpetal ~Feathercloud~

Spikekit - black tom-kit with yellow eyes and spikey fur | kit of Beetletooth and Sunpetal ~Feathercloud~

Ravenfur - dark grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes and a white chest, dead. Lives in dark forest

Waterkit - Blue she-cat with blue eyes and a blue pelt-from StreamClan- Robinwing

Sakura's smol spinnoff chars

Nightstream - deputy of WindClan - Short-haired Gray tabby she-cat with purple eyes - Sister of Mapleclaw - Mate of Stonetail - Mother of Sparrowpaw
Mapleclaw - WindClan Warrior - Short-haired Brown Tabby tom with Blue eyes - Brother of Nightstream
Stonetail - WindClan Warrior - Long-haired Gray tom with a large tail - Mate of Nightstream - Father of Sparrowpaw
Sparrowpaw - WindClan apprentice - Long-haired Red-brown Tabby tom with a dust brown underbelly
Berrywing - WindClan Medicine cat - long-haired Reddish-pink she-cat with white spots on her pelt
Blackpaw - WindClan Medicine cat Apprentice - Short-haired white tom with green eyes and black spots all over his fur

Sakura's main chars

Mooncloud - A Black she-cat with gray eyes - Mate of Goldenstripe - Mother of Redkit and Icekit
Goldenstripe - A Golden taby-tom with green eyes - Mate of Mooncloud - Father of Redkit and Icekit
Redkit - A Red tom with yellow eyes
Icekit - A light blue she-cat with blind eyes

~ ✧ Sakuranyature ✧

Prologue - Eaglepaw

((Wolf's In A Sheep's Clothing - Slowed This song completely fits this theme right here if you wanna listen to it! There is swearing in it though... Sorry about that))

Warnings: Gore, that's it.

Sparrowpaw glanced over at me, her breathing sharp. She was being crushed by a cat, who I had convinced to end her life. I watched as she laid there, unable to break free from their clutch."E-Eaglepaw!" she called out, knowing I heard her. I felt that this was a little too far, but I didn't care. The cat was ending her! Ruining her confidence! "Eaglepaw! You fox-hearted- AGHH!" Sparrowpaw screeched out in pain, all of the cat's claws digging into her sides. She winced out in pain, tears escaping those grass green eyes. I smiled evilly, finally happy that she would be gone. She stretched her right paw out, begging for my help, but I just ignored it. I stood there, proud of what the unknown cat was accomplishing. Sparrowpaw started feeling a little bit dizzy, and sick. At this moment, I'm pretty sure she realized that I wasn't myself anymore. I used to be a mouse-brain who tried to do the right thing, but I have grown. I was more wise, and more convincing. Eventually, she had lost too much blood to stay conscious. The she-cat's head banged against the hard, rocky ground. "That's enough." I mutter, the cat getting off of her. We stood next to her bleeding body, admiring the pain she was going through. "You owe me for this one, Eaglepaw." They hissed, flicking their tail violently. I nodded, knowing that I would have to do something somewhat embarrassing.

We quickly got away from my sister's body, travelling our different paths after a few minutes of talking. I was heading to a river, to wash away her sticky red blood. Although, while padding through the woods, I heard something stomp against the grass. I knew it wasn't prey. It was a cat.

Chapter One - Smokybird

I gasped in pain. How do queens go through this! I said in my head as a ripple of pain went through me. I was giving birth to my kits. Just when I thought of giving up, a wet slob plopped on the ground. My pain turned into joy as I looked at the tiny she-kit.

“Congrats!” Grayleaf meowed, “Now lick it’s fur the wrong way to get it breathing!” That’s just what I was about to do when another ripple of pain went through me. Yarrowspots took the she-kit away and started licking her themselves.

When one last tom kit was born, I felt sad more than happy. Then Grayleaf let out a gasp as they looked at the newborn kit. Something was wrong.

“What’s wrong! Is my son okay!” I felt panic swell in my chest as I waited for an answer.

“He’s… l can’t… I'm sorry… so sorry…” Grayleaf's choked answer came sadly.

“What’s wrong! Tell me, please!” I tried to turn around to look at him, and when I did, I let out an ear-splitting yowl.  “StarClan, no! Don’t let it be true!”

“It is… he’s stillborn…” Grayleaf looked at me. A choking noise came from my throat as I looked at my dead son.

“No…” I swallowed my sadness the best I could. “I must name him. Every clan cat must have a name… dead or not.” I flicked my tail over the young kit. He was a very handsome black kit with a white heart on his chest. His paws where white and he had white-tipped ears.

“What are you going to name him, Smokybird?” Yarrowspots looked at the kit too, trying to think of something.

“Wishsoul. I like Wishsoul.” I nosed the little scrap and whispered, Have a good time in StarClan my dear son. We’ve never talked, but I know you would have been a great warrior. For that moment, everything was fine and loving, then a sharp claw poked my side. I looked up to see my daughter poking at me.

I looked around and saw that I had slept several hours next to Wishsoul’s small body and my unnamed daughter was trying to find somewhere to lay that was comfier. Grayleaf and Yarrowspots were gone and the only cats in the nursery were me, Wishsoul’s body, and the tiny she-kit. “Oh!” I meowed, “I forgot to name you.” My daughter was a smoky grey like me with black stripes all over.

I bent my head near the tiny kit. “Hi there. Your name is Meadowkit, my daughter.” I nosed Meadowkit and she squeaked. A thought then popped into my head. I must not tell her of Wishsoul. She must think she’s an only child… for her own safety.

Chapter Two- Falcon

Warning: this chapter contains mild gore, if you are not comfortable with this, please skip this chapter!

Falcon padded through the dark forest, the crunching noises of the leaves breaking the endless silence that coated the area.

It amused him, how the clans could live in a place like this, adapt to it, but still struggle in leaf-bare. Falcon froze suddenly, and crouched. Something or someone was coming. He tensed, ready to pounce and attack whatever he needed to, before he heard a voice. "Hey, Violetdawn, what's that?"

"I don't know.. Can you see instead" mewed a lower, she-cat-like voice, Falcon thought. Though he didn't actually know what a she-cat sounded like. His friend was one, but..

She never talked normally. Only in small, short phrases, and even then, it just.. It didn't sound natural, like she was hurt constantly.

The other voice, a tom, peered over the grass Falcon hid in, and stared at him.

"WHAT IS THAT?! IS THAT A CAT?!?" It mewed, and the cat named Violetdawn looked too, and backed up in horror. I think they're clan cats, Falcon thought as Violetdawn sped away, and he wondered if she was going to tell someone what she found. I mean, Sunstar was a Clan cat, I "was" a Clan cat for a while... Suddenly he heard a screech, and a tall, muscular yellow tom with deep, aqua eyes stood above him. Most cats would say Falcon had nowhere to run or hide, he was cornered.

Falcon sneered and unsheathed his claws. He was never cornered enough. Falcon leaped onto the closest cat, shredding it's face and ran away, leaving a bloody mess and three, staring figures in the distance.

He had been walking long enough that is was morning now, and there was no noise that they were following him, just the new and pleasing sound of birds singing and a small stream rushing.

Then he heard screaming again, and he winced. After a few minutes, Falcon heard pawsteps, and he ducked down, hidden amongst tall grass and the side of an overturned tree. No-one would find him here this time.

Chapter Three – Meadowkit

I treaded through deep snow. My eyes were tired of crying. I can’t find her! She’s gone! As I looked around I thought a saw a grey pelt walking away.

“Mother!” I called out, but the cat didn’t stop, “Mother… Smokybird! I’m here!” I tried my best to follow when a large shadow came toward me. I yowled and tried to run away, but then the shadow shrunk, and it turned into a tom kit. The kit was no older than me. He was a black cat with a white heart on his chest. In the snow, his black fur stood out easily and I wondered why I didn’t see him in the strange snowy meadow.

The strange cat’s eyes filled with love as he looked at me, “Hello, dear one.” He purred and rubbed against me. I was confused, I had never seen this cat in my life!

“Wh-who are you? Why am I here? Where’s Smokybird!” I tried to run past the weird cat where I saw Smokybird disappear, but the strange kit stood in the way.

“My name is Wishsoul. I’ve been watching you, Meadowkit. I’ve got a warning.” Wishsoul’s eyes filled with fear and worry, as if the warning were important. I shuffled my paws, ready to hear what he had to say. “Meadowkit,” Wishsoul began, “A Raven will break into the darkest part of the Smoke, and the Smoke will disappear.”

“What? What do you mean!” I meowed, but Wishsoul was fading. I felt heat behind me, so I turned around to see smoke and fire engulf the meadow. I was choking on ginger flames when I felt a paw on my side.

“Meadowkit! Are you okay? You were coughing like crazy.” Smokybird looked at me with worry in her eyes. I shook my head.

“No, mother. I’m okay,” I meowed. I got up and stretched, walking outside in the camp. I was aware of my mother’s stare burning my pelt as I walked into the morning sun. Behind me, Smokybird got up and walked into the medicine cat's den. I sighed. Smokybird is always too protective of me, as if she is scared to lose me. Before I was born, my father, Birchfire, died by a badger. A few moons later, I was born, an only child. But now I am 2 moons old, I can take care of myself. Then, Wishsoul’s words came into my head.

The Raven will break into the darkest part of the Smoke, and the Smoke will disappear.

I remembered my dream, when my mother, Smokybird, disappeared in the distance as Wishsoul prophesied to me. Smokybird… Smoke! A shudder went down me. Was my mother going to disappear?

“Meadowkit,” My thoughts were interrupted by Yarrowspots. “Smokybird told me you were coughing in your sleep. I’ve come to give you some catmint… just in case.” He dropped the catmint in front of me. Even though I knew I wasn’t sick, I started to eat it anyways.

Then, Yarrowspots started to sniff, “Do you smell… smoke?” I shuddered.

“No… maybe it’s just Twolegs in the distance?” I meowed, realizing I had a faint smell of smoke on my pelt. To my luck, the Med-cat didn’t ask anything more.

“Okay, and if you start coughing again, remember to tell me or Smokybird.” Yarrowspots started to walk away, and I sighed in relief. How many more secrets will have to be kept to not tell cats about this prophecy?

“The Raven will break into the darkest part of the Smoke… is it Smokybird?” I thought out loud, not realizing that someone was spying in the darkness.

Chapter Four - Sparrowpaw

Warnings: Minor language, little gore, that's it.

I awoke to the most horrible dream I ever had, or so I thought. I glanced over at my sides, noticing they were covered in cobwebs. "What?" I ask myself quietly, I was confused to say the least. I was also mad, considering whoever did this ruined my beautiful fur. Oh, and that Eaglepaw wouldn't help me, I suppose... But I was more angry about my fur being ruined! "Ugh... That fox-hearted tom! He didn't even help me, his sister! He's such-" That's when I heard the Clan leader call a meeting. Everyone dashed over, but something was wrong... I felt like something was watching us from afar. I brushed it off and shuffled over, my crimson blood leaking onto the ground. I glanced up at the majestic leader, them starting the meeting, "I have received word that one of our apprentices, Eaglepaw, attempted to kill one of our other apprentices, Sparrowpaw." They meowed, one cat yelling, "Dammit! This won't go unpunished!" The dark brown she-cat flattened her ears against her head. "You're right. This won't go unpunished." The leader calmly continued, "I shall exile Eaglepaw from this clan, and make sure that he never returns. If he does, he'll die at the claws of this clan." Every cat approving of their choice.

I couldn't help but lay helplessly in the medicine cat's den, crystal tears escaping my eyes. I knew what it felt like to be injured now, "It feels like I'm suffering in The Place Of No Stars!" I whined, the medicine cat taking notice. They had pity shining in their eyes as they kept silent. I couldn't bear to be in this pain any longer! It had to heal, or I had to die! I don't even care at this point! I glanced over at the cat in charge of medicine, mumbling, "I can't deal with this anymore. Kill me."

"WHAT? Sparrowpaw, you can't give up on yourself!" Grayleaf yowled in disbelief, dropping the herbs that she was carrying.

"I know, but do it. Do it with deathberries. Tell Leafstar that I want to be killed," I mumbled.

Yarrowspots ran to tell Leafstar, then came back and brought the news that Leafstar said if Sparrowpaw wishes, he's okay with that.

Grayleaf brought the bright red berries over to me.

"Here, eat these deathberries." she mewed regretfully.

"Okay, here goes nothing." I meowed, taking in a deep breath, ready to go to StarClan.

I put three deathberries into my jaws, chewed, and swallowed. A few heartbeats later, a big pain stabbed at my chest and everything went blurry and then black.

I woke up to a lush forest and a small stream gurgling nearby. I stood up straight and saw Clawkit, our dead littermate.

"Clawkit! It's so good to see you!" I purred.

Clawkit purred too, and mewed, "Sparrowpaw, welcome to StarClan."

Chapter Five-Leafstar

(anyone can finish this chapter.- User: Firewind0111

Ok, cool. I finished it. -Shininglight08)

"All cats that are old enough to hunt for themselves, gather beneath the High Rock!" Leafstar yowled.

When all the cats where settled, Leafstar continued, "Sparrowpaw has joined the ranks of StarClan, on will. Sparrowpaw has said that she wanted to be killed by deathberries, so Grayleaf has given deathberries to Sparrowpaw."

Shocked murmurs rippled through the Clan camp.

“Why would she want to die?” some cat yelled.



The whole clan started to yowl.

“Calm down! Calm down!” Leafstar scratched scratched her claws on the rough stone, and every cat got quiet. “Seeing as she can not tell us, we shall have a vigil for her, and…” she trailed off as two cats appeared at the entrance to camp. One was a muscled golden Tom with blue eyes, and the other was a skinnier blue-grey tom with green eyes. Leafstar eyes them.

“Who are you?” She demanded. The golden cat met her gaze.

“I’m Lightwash. This is Jaywind. We’re from FlightClan. We’re here for Sparrowpaw.”

Leafstar blinked. “Sparrowpaw? She’s loyal to us!”

“Don’t ask questions.”

“I’ll ask as many as I want. FlightClan can NOT just come in and kidnap one of our apprentices!”

“Pretty sure we can.” Lightwash meowed. “Where is she?”

Leafstar snarled. “Why should I tell you?”

Jaywind stepped forward. “Maybe because FlightClan is much, much stronger than you.”

Leafstar hissed. “Bold words. I will not talk to messengers. If FlightClan wants to talk, Vulturestar can come.”

“You’ll regret this, Leafstar.” Lightwash whispered. “Just hand over Sparrowpaw.”


“Is it war that you want?”


“Then hand her over.” The whole of ThunderClan had circled around the two cats.

“I won’t!”

“Then prepare for war.” Lightwash turned around, and he and Jaywind started to walk out.

“Because she’s dead!” Leafstar yowled. It was her last card. “She killed herself!”

Lightwash turned around. “Why?” he demanded.

Grayleaf appeared. “She was in pain.”

Lightwash shook his head. “No. She knew her part. She just wanted out.”

“Out of what?” Leafstar asked.

“The prophecy. She was part of a prophecy.”

“What prophecy?”

“I’m not telling.”

“ThunderClan! Attack!” Leafstar yowled. She knew that it was the wrong thing to do, but these FlightClan cats were getting on her nerves.

“FlightClan! Attack!” A new voice sounded, and cats leaped into the camp from all sides. A perfect trap.

Chapter Six - Eaglepaw

Warnings: Gore

(Feel free to finish this - Sky)

(I'll finish it - thembunnylover)

Eaglepaw trots over to FlightClan's territory, since Leafstar had exiled him from ThunderClan.

The clan's scent whiffed by the tom,

Filling him with determination.

Chapter Seven - Duckcreek

DuckCreek sighed. The recent battle with ShadowClan had badly injured her. Not physically but mentally. Her mate, DroopyOwl had died in the battle. She was expecting his kits though. Her heart ached with sorrow. She headed to the medicine den, feeling a sudden strike of pain. "Hello, DuckCreek." GrayLeaf seemed like she had a good day. "I believe I'm having my kits..." she replied to the friendly hello. GrayLeaf's eyes widened and she rushed over. "Eat this." She handed DuckCreek borage. DuckCreek ate it and laid down. "I need you to bite on this when you begin to feel pain and push." GrayLeaf handed her a stick.

Chapter Eight - Otterslash

This song is a good theme for this chapter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZWqyFuwIMI, Could Never Be,(Leafpool and Mothwing song) by Blixemi

I was shouting at my apprentice Featherpaw, "Roll left, try and get under me for this exercise, if you can do it first try, I'll teach you how to hunt hawks." This was always going to be encouragement for Featherpaw, he loved hawk and it was hard to get a hold of, but normally he would fail and it would make him push himself, which was good, he was always the laziest cat. I looked wistfully at my secret son, his father Scratch was a loner and would have been chased of the moment he was caught on the territory, his father and I would sometimes meet at the barn/ horseplace while never getting caught by certain cats (idk which territory this at) and just talk for a while, I thought of Scratch's sweet scent, he told me to meet him every night other than the full moon, and I almost never failed to, and he knew that sometimes everyone in camp would be awake so I would be unable to meet him, and the last few times he talked about settling in Thunderclan, I encouraged this idea, after all he would be able to spend more time with me. Featherpaw shouted suddenly, "Otterslash, are you okay? You've been so distant since I became an apprentice." I looked down at my ginger paws, remembering Don't let the cat out of the beech leaves, don't tell him his parentage, he doesn't need to know. "Yes, I know, and I'm not very proud of that. I'm not being a very good mo- I MEAN MENTOR! I-I sometimes feel like a mother to you, in ways you wouldn't understand until you are older, I hope I get the chance to tell you, now come at me, if you do it you'll-" I was cut off abruptly, Featherpaw started running at me, I easily dodged and batted his belly while he blinked in suprise. "Featherpaw battle is all about quick thinking, what if a clan attacked right now and they went after you? You need to think fast, unlike me their claws are going to be unsheathed, I know you have always had trouble with battling, but you need to work harder, now let's go hunting." I sniffed the air, "I think I smell a mouse this way." I nodded in the direction of the Sky Oak/ Owl Tree, (again I still don't know where the territory is, can someone nudge me in the right direction) Soon, Featherpaw and I were there and, sure enough, a mouse was there. "Remember, stay downwind, don't let the mouse sense you." Featherpaw's tail twitched, stirring up three leaves, the mouse perked its head up, Featherpaw soon pounced and caught the mouse. "Okay, Featherpaw, lets go back to camp and drop this off. Training is over for today, you can go to the elders if you want to do more," I mewed, anxious to get back to my Scratch. That night when I got to Scratch, he said, "Okay ready to ask Leafstar? I know I am." I looked at him, he looked so pretty in the moonlight, "Yes, we must ask Leafstar, hopefully he says yes!" Scratch looked at me and I could see his hope in his eyes, hope to finally be together. We got to camp and Leafstar was talking to the other cats unintelligibly. "Leafstar!" I meowed, "Leafstar, this loner here wants to join our clan, and he said his name is Scratch." Leafstar looked at me, "Really? this loner wants to join? Okay, I'll announce to the clan that he is now on a trial to join the clan, you can do training exercises with him and Featherpaw. If he wants we can change his name, but we don't have to if Millie and Daisy in Firestar's legend taught us anything." Scratch mewed, "Actually I would like my new name to be Scratchstem, if you could be so kind to rename me," Leafstar looked at Scratch, thinking "Hmm, if you can prove to me that you will be a valuable asset to this clan, then I will change your name, now go train with Otterslash." Scratch and I looked at each other, we mewed almost simaltaniously, "So, lets go train." The springy undergrowth under-paw was enough for us to stalk silently through the forest to the training hollow where Featherpaw was practicing his battle moves, "Wow, this late Featherpaw?" I wasn't expecting this, "well I guess Scratch needs to introduce himself," I mewed. Featherpaw jumped up in suprise, "What are you talking about Otterslash? There's no there's cat but you here, and there was, I would have already seen them." The clouds opened up at that exact moment allowing the moonlight to shine on the dark furred cat. Scratch mewed, "Hello Featherpaw, my name is Scratch."

Chapter Nine - Meadowkit

Meadowkit was laying outside the nursery, rolling a Moss ball back and forth. The last five night have been weird. Her mother, Smokybird, had been leaving every night to go to the "dirtplace", but Meadowkit could tell that she was lieing. When she came back, the smell of forest would be fresh on her pelt. But, every night she would leave longer. Meadowkit was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw two strange cats walk into the camp.

"Give us Sparrowpaw, now!" one of them ordered.

"Never!" Replied Leafstar, Meadowkits leader. The other strange cat stepped forward.

"Then this means war! Flightclan, attack!" All of a sudden, the clearing was full of fighting cats. MEADOWKIT let out a squeek and ran into the nurrsery. She huddled in the corner, gasping as blood splayed the clearing.

A dark grey cat exploded from the camp entrence and ran to the nurrsery. She couldn't tell who it was, because her eyes were blinded in shock.

"Shhh, my beloved." The grey cat meowed, Meadowkit relaxing as she heard the voice of her mom. "I am here. Those scary cats will be gone soon."

A warm pelt rasped against hers, drowning out the screeches of battle. MEADOWKIT FELT better at the sound of Smokybird's, her mother, breath against her flank. The peace made her feel so good, that she forgot about the battle, and fell asleep.

* * *

Meadowkit woke up in a snowy meadow, one she has seen in her dreams many times before. She let out a happy gasp and called out "Wishsoul! Where are you?"

Footsteps sounded behind her. "Right here, Meadowkit." Wishsoul purred. She turned around to see around handsome black tom with a white heart on his chest. Meadowkit ran to him.

"I'm so glad to see you. You haven't visited me for three days!" Meadowkit hoped up and down. She loved all the fun games he would play with her!

Wishsoul shook his head. "I know you want to play, but your clan is in troble. You must wake up, there is a great emptiness in the nursery."

"The... nursery? Why is it empty?"

"I can't tell you."

Meadowkit growled, "you never tell me anything! If you don't want to play with me, just say it!"

"I-" Wishsoul began.

"No, don't visit me at all! I'm done!" Meadowkit stormed off, rage bubbling in her. He's so stubbern! How was she supposed to know everything? She's a kit! A yowl sounded from behind her, and with a jolt, she opened her eyes to the real world.

Duckcreek came into the nursery, shock on her face as she scanned it. "Smokybirds gone!"

Chapter Ten - Rowanpaw/kit

Rowankit lay quietly beside his mother, Pinebark, and watched Meadowkit fiddle with the mossball. He was becoming an apprentice soon. However, he enjoyed the presence of his mother, and wanted to spend every heartbeat beside her - he couldn't see her much when he became an apprentice. His father was a respected warrior, so he was called on patrols whenever he came back from hunting. Tigersnap spent every moment of spare time he could with Rowankit, but it just wasn't enough. "Rowankit!" Rowankit turned to see his father, carrying a plump hare in his jaws. "Dad!" purred Rowankit. Tigersnap nuzzled Pinebark and set the hare down in front of Rowankit. "I caught this big hare and I wanted you and your mom to have it," the tom meowed. "What about you?" asked Pinebark. "I have a mouse," Tigersnap murmured. "Enjoy the hare - Leafstar wants me on patrol again soon." The dark tom galloped away. The tantalizing smell of hare drew Rowankit to the fresh-kill and he and his mother devoured the meal. Rowankit still stared at Meadowkit alone, rolling the mossball.

Chapter Eleven - Purr

Purr was laying down wip

Chapter Twelve - Smokybird

Smokybird was stumbling through the forest, pain shooting through her front leg. The battle in camp had left everyone hurt, and it was still going. Smokybird had no choice but to battle along, even though her kit needed someone to watch over her. A few warriors had broken into the nursery, but she and the other queens had fought them off. Smokybird was left hurt and in pain as she had no choice but to look for help. Bloody fur caught on the undergrowth as she collapsed on the ground, lungs flaring. She closed her eyes, praying to StarClan to let her live. She heard pawsteps coming her way, fast and unfaltering.

Eaglepaw appeared from the bushes, nearly stumbling over her. He stared down at her when he realized she was there. "Well, isn't it the little queen who couldn't save her little son," Eaglepaw smirked. She knew he was talking about Wishsoul.

"You know my son was stillborn. I could do nothing to save him." She stood up, growling,"and you also know you have no right to be in ThunderClan territory." She stiffened when Eaglepaw let out a little mrrow of mock laughter.

"ThunderClan territory? You know you're in Flightclan territory, right? It is you who is trespassing!"

"What... how did I get out here?"

"Maybe StarClan lead you out here, or you were just trying to steal prey." Eaglepaw unsheathed his claws.

Smokybird gasped. "I'm a queen and I'm dying! Why would you think I would steal prey?"

"You could never trust a ThunderClan cat, this could be a trick." Eaglepaw leaned closer. "And I should know when I see a trick."

She put her head on the ground. "Would you really kill me? You know what will happen. Just... go."

Eaglepaw shrugged. "I heard there was a battle. You look beat up, and you wounds look infected."

Smokybird's ears went up, hope flaring. "You'll help me?" she meowed as her front paws collapsed.

"I never said that! I wouldn't help you anyways, because it's been so long since I've witnessed a cat dying before. Say hey to StarClan for me," Eaglepaw teased, though his words were serious.

Panic built up in Smokybird. Her eyes grew big. "Please! Help, I will do anything you want!"

She saw Eaglepaw's eyes glow, a menacing look on his face. "Give me Meadowkit, and I will help you."

Smokybird let out a gasp. "Anything but that! Please!" He can't take Meadowkit away from her, she's so young!

"Okay, then I guess you have to die." He turned to walk away, flicking his ear.

Her lungs were in pain, and her leg was pumping. She fell on her side, and gasped. Eaglepaw would never let her live. "You are low, even for a FlightClan cat. What would StarClan think of you?"

"Give me Meadowkit" he growled, "or your life with be worse than it will be without her!" His claws were unsheathed over her wounded body, a snarl on his face.

Smokybird breathed. Forgive me Meadowkit. I will come back one day. Smokybird looked up. "Yes... you can have my daughter..."

"Well then, here are some herbs for those cuts, and next moon, meet me at the border over there for your kit." Hey flicked his tail over behind her "now, Smokybird, get out of FlightClan territory!" He walked away, leaving Smokybird by herself. She sighed as she put on the herbs, and made her way back to camp. A tear rolled down her eye as she thought of all she gave up.

Chapter Thirteen - Nightpaw

Nightpaw's heart hammered in her chest as she backed away from the sight in front of her. Terror shrilled through every hair on her pelt as she watched, unable to move, as her Clanmate confronted a smoky-gray she-cat with ThunderClan scent on her fur. Eaglepaw's lips were drawn back in a ferocious snarl, and malicious mockery danced in his eyes as he faced the enemy cat. Hardly daring to breathe, Nightpaw stumbled backward, falling into a hunter's crouch to avoid detection. The two cats hadn't noticed her yet, thank StarClan. And to be honest, it wasn't the ThunderClan cat Nightpaw was worried about... Eaglepaw was the real threat.

The light brown apprentice frightened her. Sometimes Nightpaw would hear his faint pawsteps sounding outside the medicine den as he returned to camp from what he claimed was a "nighttime hunt." But the excuse, paired with his sharply glittering eyes, didn't convince Nightpaw in the slightest. Something was off about that cat, and here it was.

"Well, isn't it the little queen who couldn't save her little son." Eaglepaw's voice echoed through the eerily silent forest. Nightpaw shivered at the cold humor in his tone, pressing her belly even closer to the leaf-mold with trembling paws.

"You know my son was stillborn. I could do nothing to save him," the ThunderClan she-cat retorted, swinging her head around to stare Eaglepaw in the face. Beneath the tang of blood seeping from her wounds, Nightpaw detected the faint scent of milk. She stifled a gasp; this cat was a nursing queen! Where were her kits?

Surely even Eaglepaw wouldn't be so cruel as to kill her, Nightpaw reasoned, although the words felt hollow. She knew, deep in her bones, that mercy was beyond Eaglepaw's comprehension. A tremor ran through her body. Does Vulturestar know about this? Does he support this? Would he encourage Eaglepaw to attack?

The sound of Eaglepaw's derisive laugh jolted Nightpaw out of her dark thoughts, back to the even darker scene before her. "ThunderClan territory? You know you're in FlightClan territory, right? It is you who is trespassing!"

Nightpaw took a halting step backward, the blood roaring in her ears. There was a crunching sound as a twig snapped beneath her hind paw, and she froze, inhaling sharply. Eaglepaw's head jerked up at the sound, his ears pricking. The ThunderClan queen did the same, her fearful, cloudy gaze sweeping the undergrowth for any sign of a friend or foe. Panic sparking beneath her pelt, Nightpaw withdrew into a clump of bracken, praying that the thin shadows would be enough to hide her black coat.

Crouching in tortured silence, Nightpaw cursed internally. She cursed Eaglepaw's corruption; how had his once young, immature mind been washed with blood so easily? And then came the question that bothered her the most: why doesn't any cat care?

FlightClan seemed to prize Eaglepaw's dark and underhanded ways. Vulturestar's intimidating presence seemed to fold and soften around the apprentice, as though the commanding leader saw him as a son. All Nightpaw saw was a young cat led astray, a cat whose maw was stained with the blood of the innocent. Where had his heart gone? Where was the sweet tom that Nightpaw had crushed on from afar? The ThunderClan tom she'd watched at Gatherings before his exile? It was as though this new Eaglepaw had killed him.

And what about Sparrowpaw? Eaglepaw's kindhearted sister had stayed loyal to ThunderClan. Although FlightClan was ThunderClan's enemy, Nightpaw couldn't help but feel admiration toward the she-cat. And Sparrowpaw remained in ThunderClan now, Nightpaw remembered with a flash of fear. How would she fare in the raid that FlightClan was executing? Would FlightClan take her prisoner or take her life?

There had been whispers surrounding Sparrowpaw and Eaglepaw, ominous mutters around the Clan. Nightpaw's mentor, Beetlewing, seemed to make an exception in his outspoken ways to murmur quietly with Vulturestar about StarClan knows what. All Nightpaw knew was that the subject was very important, and every cat seemed to know about it except for her.

But she had a hunch what the furtive whispers and shared glances were about. She'd guessed it from the moment Beetlewing clamped his jaws shut, because the brown tabby tom never ceased to make remarks. She'd suspected it since her mentor padded in to speak with Vulturestar, and Nightpaw had been shouldered aside by Jaywind and Lightwash.

A prophecy.

And somehow, Sparrowpaw was involved.

Which meant that Eaglepaw was involved.

Which meant that more blood would be spilled.

Chapter Fourteen - Nightpaw

Nightpaw closed her eyes to the ThunderClan cat's plaintive, desperate wails, wishing she could curl up and disappear. Wishing she wasn't such a mouse-hearted coward. Wishing that for once, she could stand up to her own Clanmate and prevent Eaglepaw from doing the inevitable -- taking the life of this innocent ThunderClan cat.

The queen's next plea sent a chill through Nightpaw's bloodstream.

"Please, help! I will do anything you want!"

Nightpaw froze as icy dread trickled down her spine. She could practically feel Eaglepaw's self-satisfied sneer burning into her flesh as the tom stood, triumphant, over his weeping victim. Now that he had this cat at his mercy, he could ask for anything he wanted... anything at all... in exchange for her survival...

Please, don't do it, Nightpaw begged silently. You're making the biggest mistake of your life. Don't let him get into your head.

Believe me. I know what it's like.

"Give me Meadowkit, and I will help you," Eaglepaw replied in a silky voice, soft malice in every deliberate word.

Nightpaw stifled a gasp. A kit? Why does Eaglepaw want a kit?

What is he planning?

"Anything but that, please!" the ThunderClan queen pleaded.

Nightpaw felt a pang of pity for the defeated she-cat. Her cloudy eyes were wild with fear and desperation, but there was a shred of courage still remaining. She still dared to resist Eaglepaw for the safety of her kit. Respect welled up inside Nightpaw, and her paws tingled indecisively. I should go help her... but that would be treason. Eaglepaw could snap my neck in a heartbeat, I don't stand a chance. Ducking her head in shame, Nightpaw remained where she was, a bystander, a sole witness -- a cowardly one at that -- to Eaglepaw's interrogation.

"Then I guess you have to die," Eaglepaw meowed in a casual voice, like one might use when commenting on the weather.

Nightpaw had had enough. With a choking sob, she turned tail and fled, sprinting away through the forest, not knowing or caring where her paws were taking her. She crashed blindly through the undergrowth, thorns ripping at her fur. Noise was beginning to swell in her ears, a collective jumble of shrieks, snarls, and hisses indicating battling cats. Nightpaw skidded to a halt, gasping for breath. Wails and roars rang out through the otherwise silent forest, and the iron tang of blood stung her nose. The raid was successful, then. Nightpaw lowered her head, feeling ashamed of her Clan.

"Nightpaw!" a familiar voice shouted. "What in StarClan are you doing here?" It was Beetlewing. The brown tabby tom was sheltering under a holly bush, applying a marigold poultice to Jaywind's wounds.

Nightpaw winced, her mind racing as she frantically tried to come up with a response. "Uh... I..." She shrugged helplessly, preparing for a harsh scolding.

To her surprise, Beetlewing didn't lecture her. "Well, you're here, so you might as well make yourself useful. Chew another marigold poultice; I have a feeling we'll need it." Her mentor frowned and returned to his patient.

Nightpaw nodded obediently and ducked under the drooping holly leaves. The shallow scoop -- Beetlewing's temporary medicine den for the battle -- stank of foul wounds dressed with sharp-smelling herbs. Wrinkling her nose at the stench and flattening her ears against the screeches and snarls, Nightpaw picked up a bundle of marigold in her jaws and began to chew, grinding the leaves into a pulp. As she worked, Nightpaw peered through the spiky holly bush at the battlefield before her. ThunderClan's sunlit, fern-laden camp had become a wasteland; a sea of red-tipped grass and deep gouge marks. Nightpaw hunched her shoulders as she watched a FlightClan warrior streak after a yowling ThunderClan tom, their pounding paws shredding the remains of scattered nests as they ran.

In the cloud of dust they left in their wake, twin glints of light appeared. Nightpaw blinked, nearly choking on her poultice. A pair of eyes was gleaming at Nightpaw from a tangled knot of brambles; some sort of den. The eyes were wide and fearful, and they darted around like terrified mice scurrying away from a warrior's claws. Then, as Nightpaw kept watching, another pair of eyes appeared. These ones were huge and amber, full of confusion at the battle raging around them.

They're kits! Nightpaw realized with a stab of horror. She spat out her sloppily-chewed poultice onto a leaf, all hard work forgotten. Is one of them the kit that Eaglepaw wants? Meadowkit?

Should I try to grab her and run for it?

For a moment, the idea was tempting. In the chaos of the battle, it would be easy for Nightpaw to slink over, snatch the kit, and find a safe place for her to hide from Eaglepaw. But every other rational thought screamed in disapproval. First of all, that would be considered treason; second, Nightpaw could potentially be wounded in the fray; third, there were two kits and she might take the wrong one, she couldn't carry both; and lastly, the queen who'd promised Eaglepaw Meadowkit might be killed if the kit wasn't given as promised.

Nightpaw's heart ached with pity and shame. I'm such a coward. Sparrowpaw wouldn't hesitate to save that kit.

But I'm not like her.

Just as Nightpaw was turning away somberly, a dark shadow flitted at the corner of her vision. Startled, Nightpaw whipped back toward the nursery and saw a black silhouette dash over, slip through the brambles, then flee into the forest with a bundle bumping against its chest. A small, furry bundle with glimmering amber eyes.

Someone took the kit!

Chapter Fifteen - Meadowkit

Meadowkit laid on the leafy floor of a bush next to Rowankit, his brown fur soft against hers. Meadowkit was panicking, images in her head she would never want to happen. Her mother, Smokybird, had disappeared in the battle, leaving her in terror.

What if she went into the forest and died? What will I do then? The thought couldn't go away, like a bee getting nectar from a flower. She was happy of Rowankit's presence, she couldn't bear to be alone.

"Rowankit, do you think my mother is okay? What if she was killed?"

"There's a chance. Anything can happen at a battle," he meowed, looking wistfully into the clearing.

Meadowkit looked out into the clearing. She jumped as she saw a light brown cat staring at her. He had a white chest with amber eyes. He narrowed his eyes, a snarl on his face, showing blood stained teeth. He Iifted his head as he was called by someone saying, "Eaglepaw! Come here!" Eaglepaw gave Meadowkit one last glance before walking over to the voice.

Rowankit didn't notice Eaglepaw, saying, "What I would do for a fresh bird right now." He licked his lips and looked to the sky.

Birds? That's the least of our worries!

For the first time since the battle, she looked around the clearing. Bloodstained grass and leaves were everywhere, and eyes of weak Thunderclan cats were in the shadows. There was a faint smell of FlightClan in the distance. What has become of my home? No, our home?' A shudder went down Meadowkit.

The prophecy! For the first time in a moon, Meadowkit remembered the prophecy Wishsoul had told her.

A bird will break into the heart of the smoke, and it will disappear.

But what was the bird? MEADOWKIT KNEW THAT THE SMOKE was Smokybird, but she hadn't thought of what or who the bird was.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a brown figure in the foot of the makeshift den. She squeaked as Rowankit pushed her back into the den, and hissed, "Get down! Someone's coming."

Meadowkit buried her head into the leaves on the ground. Had a FlightClan warrior come to take them away? Tears came out of her eyes. Smokybird promised she would watch over her, always! BUT where was she now?

She got up and went back to where she was before, but then she saw that Rowankit was gone. The strange cat took him! Who was the cat? Was he good or bad? Will he take her too?

Meadowkit shrunk to the ground, fear in her eyes. What would she do without him? Smokybird would want me to be strong, Meadowkit thought. I'm sure Rowankit will be okay, right? He's almost an apprentice. But Meadowkit wasn't sure. If a FlightClan cat took him, would they use him as their own apprentice?

Meadowkit slowly, but surely, walked over to the edge. As she peered around the corner, she away a cat she cat with half chewed herbs in a leaf by her paws. Her eyes were full of sadness and uncertainty, as if she was going through something she couldn't forget. She looked up and met eyes with Meadowkit, but looked away again in a few heartbeats. Meadowkit turned her head, confused on what was happening, when a dark shadow filled the den. A cat, full of FlightClan sent, was growling at her, saying, "I thought we got rid of all the weak ones!"

Meadowkit squeaked in fear, as teeth met her scruff, and the strange cat started to shake her.

Chapter Sixteen - Olive

((Note: any names sounding strange are NOT misspelled and are all how they are supposed to be))

Olive ran through the forest as fast as she could, with the kit thumping against her chest and thrashing wildly. Olive tightened her grip on him, but made sure that she was holding him gently. Earlier before, she had overheard a gray queen talking to a brown tom. She only could catch bits of what they were saying, but what she had heard was that the gray cat, Stoke Bird (what a strange name, Olive had thought) was going to give over a kit, Dow Kin (another strange name) to the young brown tom in exchange for herbs. Knowing she had to do something, Olive snuck into the camp and had found two kits crouching together while the other cats nearby were all slouched over, bleeding and looking beaten. It must be a terrible place to live, which was why Olive had come to rescue Dow Kin from this nightmare and being handed over to Sneegle Plaw. So now the black-and-white she-cat was ducking into the tunnels, weaving through passageways until she finally got to a big cave, her home.

It was a decent place to live. Sunshine shone through tiny cracks in the roof, while a river flowed through the middle. Olive set Dow Kin down and scanned the cave for her sister, Robin. She must be hunting, the loner thought.

“Wh-where am I?” Dow Kin asked, trembling with fear and looking at Olive. “I want Pinebark!” he cried.

“Don’t worry, Dow Kin,” Olive meowed, bending down to wash the kit’s soft ears. “You’re safe from ThumperClan, and from Sneegle Paw.”

“Sneegle paw? ThumperClan? Dow Kin?” he asked.

“That’s the brown tom with a white flash, ThumperClan is where you live, and Dow Kin is your name," the loner replied.

“My-my name’s not Dow Kin!" the tabby squeaked. “It’s Rowankit. And my home is actually called ThunderClan. The brown and white tom must be Eaglepaw. But why”- the kit was cut out by approaching paw steps, and sleek black-and-white she-cat padded on with a mouse dangling from her jaws.

The she-cat stopped and stared with surprise at Rowankit, dropping her mouse. “OLIVE!!!” she screeched at her sister. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? FIRST YOU STEAL THEIR PREY AND HERBS, BUT NOW A KIT!!! HOW COULD YOU!!!"

“Please Robin, calm down!” Olive rushed forward, and as fast as she could, informed her sister of what she had overheard.

“Oh,” Robin said, giving her chest fur a few embarrassed licks. “I’m sorry, Olive. I just-“

“It's okay, Robin” Olive said, nuzzling her.

“But wait!” Rowankit said. “The kit you’re talking about isn’t me! It’s Meadowkit!” Both Olive and Robin stared in surprise at the tiny brown tabby. “We have to get her!” Rowankit lunged for the the nearest tunnel, but Robin leaped and grabbed him, pulling him back.

“We can’t, sweetie. It’s already sunhigh, Eaglepaw will have your friend in his grasp by now. We gotta play it safe and stay here.”

”I gotta alert Leafstar!" Rowankit tried to move again, but Robin had trapped his tail and he was stuck.


“Rowankit," the kit mutttered under his breath.

“Sorry, Rowit,” Olive said. “BoltCan is too weak and disorganized to take back Menowkip, or even protect you. You can stay for a bit, because your home is too unprotected for a young kit like you." Olive knew it would be hard for Rowaslip, but for his own good he would have to stay. Both her and her littermate were able to take care of him, and staring down at the young Tom’s hopeful eyes, Olive promised herself that no matter what, his new life would be safe, happy, and secure.

Chapter Seventeen - Birchfire

A white cat with black stripes ran through the forest. Last night, he had heard yowls of pain and war cries. He couldn't go to sleep, knowing that some cats might be dying at that moment. He just had to see what was happening, even though the cries were silent now. He just hoped that one cat, someone special to him, wasn't hurt. I could never forgive myself if she was hurt, or worse...

His name was Birchfire. He had run away from ThunderClan many moons ago, scared of the battle he knew was near. And it seems like he was right. He had run away at the time his mate, a lovely grey she cat, was having kits. At that time, he thought it would be the right thing, but it had turned out to be a bad idea, and he may never know his kits.

Birchfire came to a stop when he heard voices from somewhere in front of him. He lowered himself onto the grassy floor, trying to listen to what the voices where saying:

"There was this queen, named Stoke Bird, and a tom named Steagle Plaw. They were from BoltClan. The queen was dying, and the tom would only help her if she gave him HER KIT, Menowkin. I had to do something so the queen wouldnt make that mistake, so that's why he is here, Malowkip, or whatever."

Birchfire was confused. BoltClan? Stoke Bird? Malowkip? Those I strange names, especially if they where clan cats. Birchfire stranded to listen again, this time a new, squeaker voice was talking.

"But wait! The kit you are talking about isn't me! It's Meadowkit! We have to get her!"

Birchfire gasped. Memorys fled into his head, some bad and sad. That's the name me and my mate were going to name our kit! Birchfire thought, long and hard. Stoke Bird... Smokybird! His eyes grew wide and his lungs started closing. If his mate, Smokybird, was hurt that badly to give up her kit, surely she could of not survived? Birchfire closed his eyes, pain shooting through his heart. She's gone, isn't she? This is all because I left ThunderClan! Life could of been perfect, but I soiled it all up!

He couldn't hear anymore, so he ran off, head beating.

My life is ruined...

I should just die.. Starclan, take me...

He tripped, wrenching his shoulder. He rested his head on the floor as pain took over his leg. He lay there, not moving, breathing barely.


Chapter Eighteen - Nightpaw

Nightpaw stood, frozen in shock. Her mind was numb with disbelief.

She'd just watched an unknown cat kidnap a kit from the ThunderClan nursery.

They know, she realized. They must have overheard Eaglepaw and that queen talking.

They did the brave thing and stole Meadowkit before the transaction could occur. And I didn't.

I'm such a mouse-heart.

The sounds of battle were slowly dying, the echoes of ThunderClan screeches receding as the brutally wounded warriors retreated to their nests. Nightpaw glanced around the clearing, feeling rather sick to her stomach. The tang of blood stung her nostrils, the herbs unable to mask it. Blinking back tears at all the destruction, Nightpaw turned to face her mentor. Beetlewing had finished treating Jaywind, and Eaglepaw now stood at his side. The light brown tom was unmoving, poised like a snake about to strike.

Nightpaw shivered at being so close to the pale brown tom. She remembered the starlit Gathering nights when she'd silently watch him from afar, admiring the strength in his movements and the wittiness of his remarks. But now...

He's a monster.

Eaglepaw's head swung around to stare Nightpaw full in the face. She gave a startled squeak and stumbled backward as a scowl formed on his face. "Nightpaw." His voice was sweet and smooth as honey, laced with dangerous venom. "You came to the battlefield after all."

"Um, y-yeah," Nightpaw stammered, unable to stop her paws from quivering. "I -- I -- "

Eaglepaw barked a laugh and nudged her shoulder, sending explosions of fire through her pelt. "Not as cowardly as I thought!"

Nightpaw gave a nervous chuckle and glanced down at her shoulder. The place his fur had brushed hers was glistening with blood. ThunderClan blood. Blood that Eaglepaw had drawn from enemy cats with his sharp claws and cruel fangs. The sight filled Nightpaw with guilt. Eaglepaw did this. Eaglepaw killed and backstabbed and blackmailed every cat in the forest. My Clan is responsible for this mess.

But nobody would listen to Nightpaw. Not opinionated Beetlewing, who always sided with Vulturestar, nor the leader himself, with his aggressive war tactics, and certainly not Eaglepaw, who...

She didn't even know what Eaglepaw was anymore.

"Say," Eaglepaw meowed slyly, glancing at Nightpaw with glittering eyes, "would you mind doing a quick favor for me?"

Terror burst through Nightpaw's entire body like splashes of ice water. What does he want from me?

Eaglepaw seemed to take her silence for agreement, and he continued to speak. "There's a ThunderClan kit that could -- no, will -- be essential to FlightClan's victory. Could you help search for her? You know, in case things with Smokybird get... ugly."

Nightpaw's mind started to race. Meadowkit. He'd talking about Meadowkit. Is Smokybird the gray queen he was threatening in the woods?

Did she give in and agree to hand over her own daughter?

"W-why is Meadowkit so important?" Nightpaw asked.

Eaglepaw's expression became as cold and unforgiving as a wall of stone. "Meadowkit," he repeated softly.

Nightpaw inhaled sharply, realizing her mistake at the same moment Eaglepaw did. He never mentioned her name. He never told me directly -- he'll know I was spying on him! Terror shrilled through every hair on her pelt as she waited helplessly for Eaglepaw's response.

"Yes," Eaglepaw resumed speaking in the soft, deadly voice. "I'd like you to find Meadowkit and bring her safely back to me. She should be unharmed."

Nightpaw exhaled shakily, relief coursing through her veins. He doesn't care.

But the light brown tom's directions struck Nightpaw as odd. She never thought she'd see the day when the ruthless apprentice ordered a victim to be unharmed. Yet here it was.

There must be something I'm missing here, Nightpaw thought, frantically piecing together the information. Eaglepaw really wants Meadowkit. But why, StarClan, why?

If Eaglepaw wants her... and if he gets her...

Nothing good can come from that.

This is my chance to do something brave for once. Something to defy Eaglepaw. I've been meek for long enough.

The very notion of disobeying a direct order frightened Nightpaw terribly, especially one from Eaglepaw. The tom wouldn't hesitate to kill her in the blink of an eye if she failed or resisted him. One strike, that was all it would take, and Nightpaw would bleed out beneath his blank, emotionless gaze. And the worst thing was, Nightpaw had nothing to leave behind. No great legacy, no story passed down from generation to generation except for a cautionary tale about obeying your leader. She was a cowardly medicine cat apprentice who died at the paws of a murderer.

But I have to save Meadowkit. It wasn't in Nightpaw's nature to support the demise of an innocent kit, even if said kit was from an enemy Clan. To be honest, FlightClan felt like the enemy right now.

"I'll go find Meadowkit," Nightpaw promised truthfully. But I won't be giving her to you, you fox-hearted excuse for a cat!

Eaglepaw's mouth curled into a sinister grin, showing all of his pointed teeth. "Good," he murmured.

Nightpaw swallowed hard and ducked her head to the apprentice as a sign of respect. The inclination of her head briefly made her neck vulnerable to a death blow, but it was a necessary action to her superiors. Eaglepaw seemed to relish the feeling of having power over other cats, watching them shrink as they bowed down to him.

Not anymore. I'm never bowing down to you again after this.

With one last deep breath, Nightpaw turned and padded out into the now-deserted clearing. Blood spattered the ground, and chunks of fur were draped over the thorn barriers surrounding the camp. Nightpaw deliberately glanced away from the few ThunderClan bodies resting silently on the ground, their flanks eerily still. She picked her way across the clearing, thoughts racing a mile a minute. If I find Meadowkit, how will I sneak her out without being obvious? I don't want to be hunted down and killed for nothing!

Nightpaw approached the nursery where she'd seen the kidnapping occur. There had been two kits before the mysterious cat had darted in, and one remained. What if the cat had already taken Meadowkit away? What would Eaglepaw do with her then?

"Hello?" she whispered as quietly as her voice would go. She softly padded into the den, pausing for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Nests lined with silky feathers and thick swathes of moss squelched under her paws as Nightpaw circled the nursery. "Hello?" she called again, the word a mere breath.

There was a faint tremor running through a disheveled nest of moss. Heart in her throat, Nightpaw nosed aside the quivering sprigs and had to stifle a gasp.

A gray-and-black tabby she-kit lay trembling beneath the moss, scratches marking her soft pelt. Horror surged through Nightpaw as she pressed her ear to the kitten's little chest. It was rising and falling, but very, very shallowly. Nightpaw frantically tried to recall all of her medicine cat training, every herb and its use, how to help an injured cat in any way she could.

Nightpaw glanced around helplessly. Beetlewing wasn't there with a pile of herbs and a mountain of experience; she was completely and utterly alone.

So Nightpaw did the only thing that came to mind: lick.

Her tongue rasped over the tiny kitten's chest, ruffling the fur the wrong way to warm her up and ease her shock. The sharp taste of blood bathed Nightpaw's tongue and she managed to swallow the bile that rose in her throat. Only a horrible cat would do something like this to a kit. Nightpaw felt a surge of revulsion as she realized that any FlightClan cat would do this, no questions asked.

Except for Nightpaw.

I could never, never hurt a kit, she thought, pressing her ear to the kit's chest again. Her breathing was stronger now; the stimulation seemed to be working. A small spark of pride ignited in Nightpaw's chest despite the destruction surrounding her. I did something right! I actually cured a cat!

Suddenly, the kit's limbs jerked, and her tiny pink mouth opened in a feeble cough. Nightpaw pulled back to watch the little kitten struggle to her paws, blinking blearily.

"Smokybird?" the kit mewed, her eyes clouded with confusion. "Mama?"

Nightpaw felt a pang of pity for the little kit. "She's not here right now," Nightpaw murmured, struggling to keep her voice from cracking. "But I am. And I'm going to make sure you're safe."

"Where's Rowankit?" the she-kit demanded in a painfully loud wail.

Nightpaw cringed and drew her tail over the kit's gaping mouth. "Shhh!" she hissed. "My Clan will flay my skin in strips if I'm caught helping you, so please be quiet!"

"I want Rowankit! Someone took him away!" The kit gazed at her imploringly. "Give him back!"

"I didn't take him," Nightpaw mewed. "I saw some other cat snatch him." She paused, and it finally dawned on her. "Wait -- if he's Rowankit -- are you -- are you Meadowkit?"

Meadowkit hesitated. "Y-yes."

A chill of fear swept through Nightpaw's bones. It was dangerous to be in such close proximity to Eaglepaw's number one target. But Nightpaw had to help.

"Listen," Nightpaw growled, "Eaglepaw wants you. He's a bad cat, and he's coming after you. You have to hide."

Meadowkit shivered but didn't speak, waiting for Nightpaw to continue.

Nightpaw did, as quietly as she could. "I want to help you hide. I don't know why Eaglepaw wants you, but it can't be good. You have to run away." She paused. "We have to run away."

Chapter Nineteen - Meadowkit

“I’m not going” Meadowkit said “not without Smokybird. She’s my mother, she’ll miss me”

Nightpaw looked sadly at the young kit “Smokybird will understand that you have to hide.”

”but she’ll need me!” Meadowkit protested. “And I need her.” “The silver-and-black tabby thought for a minute, then said “oh alright, as long as Smokybird knows where I am”

Nightpaw hestitated for a bit, then replied “she knows” before gently picking up Meadowkit by the scruff and carrying her outside. ThunderClan bodies were strewn over the camp floor, Meadowkit didn’t know if they were dead or alive. She desperately scanned them for Smokybird. Where was she? Sticking to the shadows, the FlightClan apprentice quietly slid out of camp and through the gorse bush. The she-cat check to see if Eaglepaw or any of ThunderClan’s warriors were there. Then the two quietly walked into the forest, ducking under bushes and leaping over logs. Nightpaw set Meadowkit down, and the two walked silently for awhile. All was quiet. There was no birdsong, or no rustling of prey. This was Meadowkit’s first experience out on the woods, but somehow she felt as if she’d been hear before. But that was impossible. She shook her head and continued walking.

All was well for awhile, but then a voice cut the silence. “Meadowkit!” Meadowkit turned around and saw a gray she-cat limping towards them. “Smokybird!” Meadowkit cried on delight. She started to run towards her mother, but before she got far Nightpaw grabbed her scruff “hey!” Meadowkit said, waving her tiny paws in the air. “Let me down!”

but she didn’t, and Nightpaw started running through the forest at top speed, ignoring branches that jabbed at their fur or roots that stuck up in their way. “What’s going on?” Meadowkit asked. “Why can’t I go to Smokybird?” The apprentice didn’t answer but took a sharp left and dove into a tunnel running hard. Suddenly Meadowkit heard a sound. She looked above at the rock wall, where cracks were quickly forming. “Nightpaw?” Meadowkit asked. “Nightpaw wh-“ Meadowkit’s question was cut off short as Nightpaw tumbled into a black she-cat with a white muzzles and paws. The three rolled in a ball of black, white, and silver fur. Then the roof caved in on them, and all went dark

Chapter Twenty - Otterslash

Otterslash was visiting the nursery and was wondering where the heck Smokybird was. Otterslash hadn't seen Smokybird since the battle. She could barely smell anything over the stench of FlightClan, and she was hoping she could pick up a scent trail when she saw a light brown tom get into the camp. Otterslash's fur bristled in anger, she recognized this tom. Eaglepaw Otterslash growled at the former Thunderclan cat. Otterslash's pupils dialated. Eaglepaw looked at Otterslash and smirked, "Hello, former clanmate, I wish no harm to you, I only want Meadowkit," Otterslash looked at him. "I think you are mistaken the only kit inside is Rowankit, Meadowkit was taken by another cat already" Eaglepaw hissed in fury, "What!" His raged simmered down and he said one thing, "Well then, you are going to be harmed, if Meadowkit is no longer there." Otterslash looked at the nursery, she knew it wasn't Meadowkit that was taken, she just wanted to protect the little kit. With possibly her last hiss, Otterslash lunged at Eaglepaw and landed a scratch on his shoulder. Eaglepaw shrugged it off like it was nothing and used it as an oppurtunity to rake her belly. Otterslash felt faint and pretended to go limp. Eaglepaw laughed, "You can't defeat me, Smokybird couldn't either and now is on the brink of death." She then heard Eaglepaw stalk away and a new cat mew to Meadowkit, She's not here right now, but I am. And I'm going to make sure you're safe.""Where's Rowankit?" the she-kit demanded in a painfully loud wail. Otterslash stayed limp, she didn't know if this cat was a threat or not "Shhh!" the new she-cat hissed. "My Clan will flay my skin in strips if I'm caught helping you, so please be quiet!" Otterslash cried silently, Ok thank you strange cat, keep Meadowkit safe "I want Rowankit! Someone took him away! Give him back!" Meadowkit wailed.

"I didn't take him," The strange cat mewed. "I saw some other cat snatch him." She paused, and it finally dawned on her. "Wait -- if he's Rowankit -- are you -- are you Meadowkit?"Meadowkit hesitated. "Y-yes."Otterslash felt a tiny ray of hope, she could tell Eaglepaw didn't know the kits of Thunderclan"Listen," the strange cat growled, "Eaglepaw wants you. He's a bad cat, and he's coming after you. You have to hide. I want to help you hide. I don't know why Eaglepaw wants you, but it can't be good. You have to run away." She paused. "We have to run away." Meadowkit wailed more about not wanting to leave when the strange cat gently mewed, "Smokybird would want you to run away." I’m not going” Meadowkit said “not without Smokybird. She’s my mother, she’ll miss me,”The strange cat mewed “Smokybird will understand that you have to hide.” Otterslash thought sadly, I don't think she is around anymore, poor kit. ”but she’ll need me!” Meadowkit protested. “And I need her.”

After a long time Meadowkit finally agreed to leave, as she and the strange cat stepped over Otterslash she took it upon herself to follow them soon. She waited until the sun came down and stalked off, hoping that Scratchstem and Featherpaw got away. Otterslash followed the scent trail to where the strange cat and Meadowkit's scent mingled with the earth and a rogue. Otterslash's fur bristled only to lie flat when she realized there was a faint scent of Rowankit mingling with the rogue. No I should search for Scratchstem and Featherpaw. They might be in trouble. Otterslash was torn, she needed to save the kit, but her family is just as important.

Otterslash heard a faint sound in the air, it sounded like, a cat? As the sound got closer she saw two dark ginger shapes and recognized Scratchstem and Featherpaw. "Featherpaw, she went this way," yowled Scratchstem while running. Otterslash jumped in front of her son and mate and they both tumbled into her. They rolled into an earthy clearing where the scent of Meadowkit was very clear. The scents were so muddled with earth that it was hard to distinguish one specific scent but there was a trail of multiple paw-steps from the muddy earth. A large amount somewhat large paw-steps, about the size of a young warrior's, a similar amount of smaller half-sunken paw-steps, probably from the strange Flightclan cat, and occasional tiny paw-steps probably from Meadowkit. Otterslash explained the situation to Scratchstem and Featherpaw very quickly, "So, Flightclan attacked while you were on patrol, Rowankit was taken by a rouge, then Eaglepaw tried to kill me and I just played dead to go help Meadowkit and Rowankit, then a strange Flightclan cat took Meadowkit here, in the opposite direction of any camp, and I got up to look for you two, so we're going to find the kits and keep them hidden."

After a little while the trio finnaly got out of the first tunnel and found another one, this one smelled of the other cats, and a little earth, but Otterslash and friends didn't think of it as much. When they went in they realized the tunnel was partialy caved in. They whirled around to exit when the exit caved in. They were trapped and Featherpaw, who had managed to just barely make it through got his tail caught. Scratchstem dug out that area allowing Featherpaw to escape. Otterslash looked closely at the cave walls and realized there was an apprentice sized hole in the wall. "Featherpaw I need you to go through the hole over there and get some help." Featherpaw agreed and came back a few minutes later with a black and white she-cat. "Fur paw, what were you and your group thinking of, using that tunnel, that tunnel is unstable."

Featherpaw replied,"Olive, I'm sorry, my group and I have never been here before, we didn't know. Also, my name isn't Fur paw, it is Featherpaw." Olive replied while digging, "Well could you possibly know that first group that is here, Dow kin and Rowkit smell pretty similar to you." Otterslash felt happy, Meadowkit might be here! Featherpaw mewed, "Rowankit and Meadowkit." Olive then broke through the earth and Otterslash and Scratchstem crawled through. "This way," Olive mewed with a sudden uncheerful voice. Otterslash and Scratchstem followed and walked in on Meadowkit and Rowankit playing mossball. The mossball hit the FlightClan cat and he gently hit it toward Meadowkit, hitting Otterslash instead, Otterslash nudged the ball toward the kits.

Meadowkit mewed while batting the mossball at Rowankit, "Who are you? You smell like that one cat that was in front of the nursery." Otterslash mewed, "Hi Meadowkit, my name is Otterslash, I came here to make sure you were safe and maybe also hide from Flightclan with my ma-" Otterslash just realized the mistake she was about to make, but it was too late, "-te and son." Featherpaw mewed, "Otterslash, what are you talking about? I know you and Scratchstem were mates, but WHEN DID YOU HAVE A SON!" Otterslash looked at her child, Wow you have feathers in your brain.

Otterslash said sarcastically, "Who do you think? Who in this den could possibly be my son." Featherpaw thought until the moon was overhead, Otterslash guessed. Featherpaw mewed as though second guessing his answer, "Nightpaw?" Everyone looked at him with an expression of pure disbelief, Nightpaw mewed, "No, mouse-brain, I know who both my parents are, and the medicine cat even saw me get born." Featherpaw tried again, "Rowankit?" Rowankit mewed while still hitting the mossball with Meadowkit, "I'm 5 moons old, I was born a quarter-moon after you started your apprenticeship." Featherpaw said, "Okay, than there is only one cat that can possibally be your son, Scratchstem!" Otterslash screeched, "WHY WOULD I MATE WITH MY OWN SON!" Featherpaw was confused, "but it can't be m--, ohhhhhhhhh." Everything then resumed as normal and Olive said, "Notter lash, what was that about?" Otterslash said slowly, "It isn't Notter lash, it is Otter-slash, and

Chapter Twenty-one - Smokybird

Smokybird stood in one spot. She had just seen a strange FlightClan cat take her kit, Meadowkit, into the forest. A growl rose in her throat, one with revenge. She must be working for Eaglepaw! I have to save my kit, then we must run as far away together. Smokybird vowed, no cat messes with me and my daughtor.

Smokybirds blue grey tail flashed back and forth, stering the leafs on the floor of the forest. Right now, her main focus was on finding somewhere to rest. She limped back into the forest, looking around for someplace to lay down her hurt leg. She saw a bramble thicket with a nice gap in the middle, and moss inside of it, like a cat nested there many days ago. She shook her head, knowing that she needed somewhere soft, not prickly.

She kept limping into the quiet forest, until she came upon a hollow tree with moss growing inside of it. She slowly lowered herself down into the hollow tree, wincing as her wound on her leg hit a branch. This should be a good place to clean up my wounds, but i should see Grayleaf soon. Smokybird added, if he isn't dead.

Smokybird turned to look at her worst wound. She turned to her side, and gasped when she saw a deep wound with dried blood on the outside of it. She started to lick it, trying not to wince or yowl in pain. A shudder went down her back as a thought poped into her head. What would I do if a fox came and fancied a weak and easy meal? She couldn't push it down, and as the moon rose, she could think of nothing other.

Lukily, her dark grey pelt blinded in with the dark suroundings, allowing her to be harder to spot.

"What was that?" A strange voice whispered out by the front of the tree. Smokybird gasped, but then quickly shut her mouth. She scooted to the very back of the tree, when a dark shadow appeared at the foot of it. They narrowed their eyes and growled,


Chapter Twenty-two - Nightpaw

Earth. Earth was everywhere, weighing down on Nightpaw's fur, pressing into her mouth, trapping her as helplessly as a fly in a spider's web. Nightpaw flailed and struggled, feeling her lungs burn as clods of soil blocked her throat. Blindly, she felt around for Meadowkit; the little silver kitten was nowhere to be found! Almost overwhelmed with panic, Nightpaw tried to call out for help but could only gurgle feebly. She could feel her body starting to go limp, her muscles relaxing as she realized that there was no way out this time.

Suddenly, the earth above Nightpaw crumbled away. A black-and-white figure swam hazily in front of Nightpaw, reaching down to pull her from the earth's unrelenting grasp. Soil showered down around her as the unfamiliar cat grabbed her by the scruff and lifted her out of the collapsed tunnel, onto a cool, damp floor. Then, the cat began pummeling Nightpaw's chest. Startled, Nightpaw coughed and the earth blocking her throat was expelled from her mouth. Relief flooded Nightpaw as she gasped for breath; it was wonderful to breathe again, and even though the air was damp and cold, it was glorious.

Nightpaw struggled to her paws, legs shaking so hard she almost toppled over. Her vision was slowly starting to clear, and the black-and-white cat's features sharpened into focus. She had striking green eyes like mint leaves, and they were wide with surprise. Nightpaw opened her mouth, trying to find her voice again. When she finally managed to speak, her voice was raspy and hoarse.

"Where is Meadowkit?"

The black and white she-cat gasped. "You know Meadowkit?"

Nightpaw frowned, suddenly wary. This cat certainly wasn't a Clan cat, let alone FlightClan, but she could potentially be working for Eaglepaw, so Nightpaw had to be careful. "Yes," she answered slowly. "How do you know her?"

The loner hesitated, glancing over her shoulder down a tunnel. "Well, I... I heard some cats talking about her. She was going to be traded for herbs, I think? And I thought, what kind of weird cat does that, so I went and stole her before she was given away." Her brow furrowed. "Except... things didn't really go as planned."

No, they didn't, Nightpaw thought, because I ended up with Meadowkit.

Who does she have?

Suddenly, it dawned on Nightpaw who this cat was. "You're the cat I saw kidnap that kit!" she exclaimed, recalling the silhouette that slipped into the nursery and escape with a bundle in her mouth. "You got Rowankit, right?"

The she-cat nodded ruefully. "By accident." She blinked at Nightpaw. "And you got Meadowkit?"

"Yes," Nightpaw responded, a note of urgency entering her voice. "But where is she?"

"I've got her right here," a new voice echoed around the tunnels.

"Robin!" the loner called joyfully, scampering over to greet the newcomer. She was also a black and white she-cat like the first, and a small silver-and-black-striped bundle dangled from her jaws.

"Meadowkit!" Nightpaw cried, stumbling over. "Is she okay?"

Oh, StarClan, please don't let all of that have been for nothing...

"She's fine, just weakened and in shock," the cat, Robin, replied. "You two are lucky to have survived." Her eyes narrowed. "But what were you thinking, using the most unstable tunnel?"

Nightpaw winced. "I didn't know," she mumbled. "I'm sorry." She paused. "Thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome!" the first she-cat replied. "And it's okay; what's important is, you're both alive, and now Dow Kin is safe from Sneegle Paw."

What in the name of StarClan...?

"Oh, you mean Meadowkit?" Nightpaw asked. "And Eaglepaw?"

The she-cat nodded impatiently. "Yes, them."

Nightpaw stifled a laugh. Eaglepaw wouldn't be too happy if she called him Sneegle Paw!

Meadowkit gave a sudden jerk in Robin's jaws; the black and white she-cat set her down gently as the little kit regained her strength. She gazed dazedly around, blinking at all the new cats. "Who are you?" she squeaked.

"I'm Robin," Robin answered, giving the kitten a swift lick on the top of the head.

"And I'm Olive," the first she-cat added. "Robin's sister." She glanced at Nightpaw. "Who are you?"

Nightpaw studied Olive for a long moment. She saw nothing but earnest, good intentions in the loner's wide green eyes, and decided to be honest. "I'm Nightpaw," she meowed quietly.

"Nightpaw," Olive repeated. "What a pretty name!" She glanced at Nightpaw with sparkling eyes. "Not like Sneegle Paw."

Nightpaw gave her chest fur a few embarrassed licks. "Er... thanks," she mumbled, heat rising to her cheeks. Compliments, given how rare they were in FlightClan, always overwhelmed her.

She said my name right. The thought crept into her head like a feather floating down from the sky. Huh.

"So, Bite Paw," Olive began, "would you like to come meet Rowkit? He's been missing little Dow Kin desperately."

So much for saying my name right, Nightpaw thought with amusement. But all she said was, "Sure."

Meadowkit gazed at Nightpaw with huge eyes full of hope. "Rowankit's here?"

Nightpaw purred, relieved to have some good news to give to the lost little kit. "Yes he is," Nightpaw told her. "Would you like to go see him?"

"Yes!" Meadowkit cheered.

"He's through this tunnel," Robin promised, leading the kit through the shadows. "He's going to be so excited!"

Meadowkit's enthusiastic chattering and Robin's amused voice slowly faded as they got farther and farther away, leaving Nightpaw standing awkwardly next to Olive. She glanced at the black and white she-cat nervously. Dirt. I have nothing to say!

"So... should we follow them?" Olive asked hesitantly.

Nightpaw gave her pelt a brisk shake, even though all of the earth clinging to her fur was gone now. "Uh, yes," she answered quickly. "Y-you can lead the way!"

Olive wrinkled her nose at Nightpaw, eyes dancing with unspoken amusement. But the loner didn't comment, just nodded and started padding after Robin and Meadowkit. Heaving a sigh of relief, Nightpaw scrambled after her.

As she padded swiftly through the dark tunnels, Nightpaw reflected on how far away she was from FlightClan now. It was a little embarrassing to admit, even to herself, but Nightpaw felt more comfortable with these loners she'd known for a couple of heartbeats than she'd ever felt with FlightClan. They didn't kill for no reason, they didn't betray and backstab their own kin, not like Eaglepaw.

I've found refuge.

Chapter Twenty-three - Smokybird


Smokybird lifted up her head when her name was called. A ginger cat named Purr walked in, a good looking mouse in his mouth. Two days ago, when Smokybird was looking for shelter, he had walked into the hollow tree. At first, Smokybird had thought it was Eaglepaw, but soon found out it was her best friend Purr. The nights before the battle with FlightClan, she had snuck out I night to see him. Smokybird loved the ginger tom, and he loved her back.

"Thank you, Purr... for everything." Smokybird meowed as he dropped the prey in front of her. She could feel his pelt hot with embarrasment as he layed down with her.

"Yeah, sure. Its... it's no problem. I said I will nurse you back to health, didnt i?" Purr's feather soft tail rubbed against her back. "Here, take the first bite."

Smokybird shook her head. "I'm not hungery, you can have it." She started to lick her half healed infected wound, hoping Purr wouldnt protest.

"What's on your mind?"

Smokybird sighed. He wouldn't understand. "I.. I've done something horrible... and I need your help."

"Ok, what for? No job's too big ((no pups to small -kittie)) for me!"

"Meadowkit. She... well, was kidnapped. I need help getting her back." Smokybird could see the surprise on his face as she continued, "She was taken by what I think was the FlightClan medicine cat apprentice. I want to ambush that fox-hearted excuse of a cat and take my kit back."

She could see Purr was lost for words. In a gap of silence that seemed to last forever, he nodded, "lead the way."

                   * * *

After a long walk, Smokybird and Purr found a cave that smelled like loner and FlightClan all over, and tufts of fur were stuck to what seemed like a bramble entrance. Cats live here. I just hope they are the ones who stole Meadowkit.

Behind Smokybird, she could tell Purr was nervous. "Hey, Purr. Are you scarred?" She teased.

His tail flicked the leafy ground as he meowed quietly, "Me? never!" Even though he was shaking, his face was determined.

"Then, follow me! And remember to let me have the one who stole Meadowkit." If she was honest, Smokybird could feel the bile rising in her throat. What if they lost? What will happen to Meadowkit? As they plunged into the tunnel, voices began to get louder and louder;

"Catch this!"

"Hey! You aimed it at my face!"

"Sorry, oh great leader."

"Hey, Nightpaw. Those Clan kits like to play a lot."

"I know, Olive. Meadowkit and Rowankit are so cute."

Meadowkit! So this is the place they put the kits, and it sounded like the kit's where playing moss ball! Smokybird turned to Purr, who nodded, and she slowly crawled out of the tunnel. Her infected wound still hurted, so she lowered carefully as she got ready to pounce.

When she had the stealer of the kits, whos name was Nightpaw by what she heard, in sight, she gathered up her hunches to do a spring. All of a sodden, Meadowkit lifted up her muzle, her her small pink mouth wide open. Her eyes grew in joy as she squeeked, "it's Smo-!" She didn't get to finish her sentance, because Smokybird pounced into the tunnel. Tiny squeeks and surprised yowls turned the silence into chaos.

Smokybird landed, claws unsheathed, on the top of Nightpaw. She pinned her to the ground, rage boiling inside of her. Tonight I will be able to sleep knowing Meadowkit is safe from Eaglepaw! Smokybird leaned closer to Nightpaw's ear. "I know you are working for Eaglepaw." She growled, "give me back my kit and I will do not harm."

"Smokybird! To your left!" Purr yowled, and she turned her head to the left, whitch was where her blind side was, and saw a flash of black and white. The cat buped into Smokybird, causing her to fall off of Nightpaw. For a heartbeat, Nightpaw and the black and white she-cat locked gazes, unreadable gazes. Purr then grabbed the scruff of the new cat and they started to to the eachother.

Smokybird than felt claws in her shoulder. Nightpaw had pinned her, tail lashing. "Look, Smokybird. I don't work for Eaglepaw. I have no ide-!" Smokybird had flipped up while Nightpaw was in mid-sentence. A growl raised in her throat.


Smokybird pinned down Nightpaw now. "Why didn't you give me her, then? She's my kit!" Smokybird growled. She noticed a look of forgivness on Nightpaw's face. She whispared something, but Smokybird didn't catch it. Pain hit her leg like a lightning bolt. She gasped as she fell to her side, her leg limp. Nightpaw had slammed her unsheathed claws as hard as she could on Smokybirds infected leg wound, reopening it. Smokybird saw just before she closed her eyes in a wince that Purr and the black and white cat had split part, both staring at Smokybird with large eyes.

"Smokybird, no!" Purr cried.

She looked up to see Nightpaw over her. Smokybirds gaze was to blinded by shock and pain to see her face.

She wouldn't kill to win battles, right?

Chapter Twenty-four - Nightpaw

Nightpaw padded into the main cave at the sound of playful yowls. Rowankit and Meadowkit were tumbling around together in a ball of brown and silver fur. After a few heartbeats of scuffling, Meadowkit broke away, triumphantly clutching a ball of moss. She scampered away, turned to face Rowankit, and shrieked, "Catch this!" With a grunt, she hurled the moss ball at Rowankit. The brown kitten's amber eyes rounded as the moss ball approached its target; he gave a startled yelp as it collided with his face.

"Hey! You aimed it at my face!" Rowankit meowed accusingly.

"Sorry, oh great leader," Meadowkit replied sweetly, not sounding sorry at all.

Nightpaw purred with amusement at their banter. She spotted Olive sitting at the edge of the cave, her black tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Nightpaw swallowed, forcing back an irrational surge of nerves, and padded across the cool earthen floor to the loner. Olive looked up at the sound of Nightpaw's quiet, thoughtful pawsteps, and her eyes lit up. "Hey, Nightpaw!" Olive greeted her.

Nightpaw struggled to keep a straight face; her mouth kept curling up into a smile against her will. It was such an odd sight to see somebody's eyes light up when they saw her. In FlightClan, every cat's expression stayed the same -- guarded and unfriendly -- or got worse, like Eaglepaw's and Vulturestar's. But here... Olive seemed happy to see her. And Nightpaw was happy to see Olive.

"Those Clan kits like to play a lot," Olive commented, flicking her tail at Meadowkit and Rowankit as they squeaked and flung the moss ball back and forth.

"I know; Meadowkit and Rowankit are so cute." Nightpaw glanced at the kits fondly. They're so small, so innocent. Thank StarClan we saved them from Eaglepaw.

Deep in her bones, Nightpaw knew that the danger of Eaglepaw and FlightClan hadn't yet passed. The brown tom was still lurking out there, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. But it was a lovely lie that Nightpaw was surrounded by, in this safe little bubble of a cave. Couldn't she just live in the illusion for a little while longer?

There was a light touch on Nightpaw's foreleg; startled, she glanced down and saw that Olive's dappled white paw was resting on hers. "What's wrong?" the loner asked kindly. "You got all quiet and scared for a minute."

Nightpaw's cheeks blazed. "I'm fine. Just... thinking." Her paw twitched in a feeble effort to jerk it away.

Olive still looked concerned, but she didn't say anything, just removed her paw and continued to watch the Clan kits frolic. As she did so, Nightpaw frantically tried to get her heart rate under control. The fur on the back of her neck prickled, and she shook out her pelt in annoyance. The feeling was eerily familiar; memories of crystal-clear, moonlit Gatherings and a laughing ThunderClan apprentice flashed through Nightpaw's brain. Eaglepaw and his dancing eyes, his smiling muzzle, his twitching whiskers, before the tom had become corrupted by evil. Only now, a different silhouette stood in his place, relaxed and amiable, green eyes glinting with unfaltering good intentions...

A sudden, high-pitched squeak from Meadowkit shattered Nightpaw's breathless thoughts. "It's Smo -- " the little kit started to yowl happily, but the rest of her words were cut off as a heavy weight barreled into Nightpaw.

With a shocked wheeze, Nightpaw's legs crumpled beneath her as the air was squished from her lungs. She could feel unsheathed claws digging into her back, piercing the soft skin around her spine. Nightpaw cried out, jerking and struggling like a fish out of water, as the unknown cat pinned her to the ground. Warm breath bathed her face as the cat put her mouth close to Nightpaw's ear and hissed, "I know you're working for Eaglepaw. Give me my kit and I will do you no harm."

Nightpaw twisted around, flailing feebly in the bigger cat's unrelenting grasp. Shock and anger flared up inside her; it was a horrible feeling to be associated with Eaglepaw in any way, and it hurt to be misunderstood, to have some cat assume she was evil, because she was FlightClan.

I don't even like FlightClan! Nightpaw thought. When she tried to meow the words aloud, though, they came out as a pathetic splutter.

StarClan, help me!

A warning shout rushed past Nightpaw's ear. "Smokybird! To your left!"

Realization bit sharply through Nightpaw's surprise, but she didn't have time to comprehend the idea because a black-and-white blur cannoned into the attacking cat's side, granting Nightpaw a few precious heartbeats to scramble away. Nightpaw whirled around to face Olive, unable to discern exactly what she was feeling. But gratitude pulsed from her heart, and Olive gave a small nod in response. Then, the she-cat threw herself back into the fray, lunging at another cat, a ginger tom.

This left Nightpaw facing her attacker, a smoky-gray she-cat. Nightpaw's eyes widened in recognition. ThunderClan scent wreathed the angry queen's head, and one of her eyes was as cloudy as an overcast sky.


Not quite sure what she planned to do, Nightpaw sprang forward and pinned Smokybird to the ground. Her medicine cat training hadn't covered many fighting techniques, and Nightpaw's skills were far from perfect, but the enemy cat seemed weaker than usual. The rotten stench of infection assaulted Nightpaw's nose, and she felt a twinge of guilt as her eyes darted to a nasty-looking wound on Smokybird's leg.

If she wasn't trying to kill me, I'd heal that, Nightpaw thought sadly.

"Look, Smokybird, I don't work for Eaglepaw!" Nightpaw tried to explain. "I have no ide -- "

The words ended in a choking cry as Smokybird rose with the wrath of a thousand foxes, her cloudy eyes burning with rage. A growl rumbling in her throat, the gray ThunderClan queen lunged forward and brought Nightpaw, writhing, to the ground. "Why don't you give me Meadowkit, then?" Smokybird roared. "She's my kit!"

Nightpaw's mouth hung open as she stared at Smokybird in confusion. I thought she was giving Meadowkit to Eaglepaw? Nightpaw thought.

She changed her mind?

"I was just trying to save her..." Nightpaw whispered faintly.

Smokybird didn't seem to hear. The gray she-cat's claws didn't retract from Nightpaw's skin. She could feel warm blood trickling from her wounds.

I'm not going to win this fight.

Nightpaw wanted to release Smokybird, she really did. But the queen didn't seem open to listening to Nightpaw's side of the story. She was convinced that the medicine cat apprentice stole her kit on Eaglepaw's orders, and that belief wouldn't be changed.

It was kill or be killed, exactly how all of the FlightClan cats were trained to fight. With great disregard for the warrior code and for StarClan, most cats didn't seem to mind the blood on their paws.

Nightpaw didn't want to kill Smokybird, let alone hurt her. But maybe... if the wound was bad enough... Nightpaw could nurse her back to health while keeping her own life...

She knew what she had to do.

"I'm sorry," Nightpaw breathed, heart heavy with shame at what she was about to do. She saw Smokybird's eyes widen with shock and pain as Nightpaw brought her claws down on the queen's recently-closed wound, reopening it.

"Smokybird, no!" the cry came from the ginger tom. He broke away from Olive and sprinted to Smokybird's side, eyes wild with terror. The ThunderClan she-cat's cloudy eyes closed gently, her eyelids drooping with the exhaustion and blood loss of the battle. Guilt sank like a stone in Nightpaw's belly as she watched the tom press his nose into Smokybird's gray pelt, shuddering.

"Smokybird!" a high-pitched voice shrieked. Horror surged through Nightpaw's veins as she saw the little silver-and-black she-kit tottering toward Smokybird's slumped form. Meadowkit staggered to her mother's side, eyes huge and disbelieving. Then, slowly, the kit swiveled around to face Nightpaw. The shock in her eyes was overwhelming. "What -- " Meadowkit stammered. "What -- what did you do to her?"

"Meadowkit, I didn't -- "

Meadowkit's eyes were cold as ice, a frightening expression on such a young, formerly innocent face. "You killed her. You killed my mother. You said that you would help." Her small, fragile body was trembling like a leaf in the wind, the last leaf clinging to a tree as leaf-bare approached.

"I didn't kill her!" Nightpaw protested. "She was going to kill me; I had to wound her so she wouldn't -- it was all -- it was just a misunderstanding -- "

She hated the way that Olive was staring at her, mint-green eyes full of shock and horror, tainted with revulsion. As thought Nightpaw had just been a heartless, conniving FlightClan enemy all along, as though Olive was disgusted by her presence.

"I'm not like Eaglepaw! I'm not a monster!" Nightpaw yowled desperately. "Let me heal Smokybird! I can explain once she's awake!"

The ginger tom rose from Smokybird's side, blue eyes cold. "You're not going near my mate, you FlightClan fox-heart," he growled.

Nightpaw crouched helplessly at the tide of his anger. "I didn't kill her!" she cried. "I wounded her, she'll live! If you'd just let me treat her -- "

"You'll feed her deathberries!" the ginger tom snarled, unsheathing his claws. "You'll make it worse!"

"Nightpaw won't feed her deathberries." Olive spoke in a clear, quiet voice. Nightpaw glanced at the black and white she-cat in surprise, but her mint-green eyes were fixed firmly on her paws. "That much is true. Nightpaw would never kill a cat on purpose."

Nightpaw felt the ridiculous urge to purr, despite the torture and agony attacking her from all sides. Olive's faith in her meant a lot. It meant... everything.

The ginger tom gave a derisive snort. "You're just her rogue accomplice! Why would you be inclined to tell the truth?"

Olive's ears twitched. "Because that's what I do." She stared at the tom evenly. "Would you give Nightpaw a chance?"

He glowered at Nightpaw in hesitation for a few heartbeats. Then, as thought the words were being forcibly dragged from his throat, the ginger tom grumbled, "...Yes... You can help."

Nightpaw dipped her head gratefully to the tom. "I'm so sorry, for everything," she murmured. "It was all a misunderstanding." She turned to Olive, her fur prickling nervously. "D-do you have any herbs, or should I go looking?"

Olive held her gaze for a moment. "We have marigold."

"And cobwebs?"

"Those too."

Nightpaw offered Olive a tentative smile, even thought smiling was the last thing she felt like doing right now. "Thanks."

Then, Nightpaw looked at Meadowkit, crouched miserably beside Smokybird, and at the ginger tom, who was standing guard by his mate's limp body. Nightpaw had never felt so guilty in her life.

But maybe... maybe I can fix this.

Chapter 24.1 (Axol)

Rowankit curled his lip in a playful growl. "Take that!" he mewed, swatting the chunk of moss back at the silver kitten. The mossball swiftly shot into Meadowkit's face and bounced off, leaving green fuzz on the molly's muzzle.

She issued a high-pitched yelp and lurched backwards. Rowankit giggled. Eaglepaw had a baleful stare fixed on the two entertained cats, tail-tip bouncing angrily. Rowankit spotted the pale brown apprentice and lowered his gaze immediately; he didn't want the mean cat to catch him staring. He sighed. Was Pinebark still going to care for him? Was Bayspeck still going to train him once he became an apprentice? Was he becoming an apprentice? Rowankit missed the sweet presence of his mother.

"Watch your tail!" Meadowkit mewed indignantly, curling her striped tail. Rowankit turned to find that his tail had unconsciously reached towards the molly's tail.

"Sorry," muttered Rowankit. He padded towards the heap of assorted birds in the center of the cave, hoping to find a warm mouse or a large hare. He rummaged through the feathers, but with no luck, he settled on a plump thrush.

"Don't take the big bird, kit," growled a warrior, snatching the thrush from his jaws. "Eat this instead." A scrawny crow was pushed to his paws and before he could protest, the warrior was gone. Rowankit sighed, curling his tail around his crow. He sank his ravenous jaws into the bird. It was more feathers than meat, he realized, and the flesh was purely tough muscle. A curl of black fuzz squirmed in his throat gently, making him sneeze. Rowankit's heart sank. He wished he was in ThunderClan camp.

Chapter Twenty-five - Otterslash

Otterslash looked around the den after Smokybird burst in to get Meadowkit and Nightpaw knocked her out. Scratchstem and Featherpaw were in another section of the tunnel to prevent crowding, they had no idea of what happened. (WIP)

Chapter Twenty-six -In the past-the prophecy’s made about Sparrowpaw-Eaglepaw’s POV-Shininglight

Eaglepaw padded forward carefully. He knew he was in StarClan, he just didn’t know why. Why had StarClan called him here in his dreams?

A thousand questions crowded his mind. He needed to find the answers.

“Eaglepaw.” Eaglepaw whipped around. Standing behind him was a cat he didn’t recognize. “You have come.”

“Not by choice.” Eaglepaw snarled. “Why have you called me here?”

“Several reasons.”

“Not helping!”

“Come with me.” The cat turned, and vanished into the mist, and Eaglepaw had no choice but to follow. They stopped at the edge of a shimmering pool. “Look into it.”

Eaglepaw did. “That’s my camp! ThunderClan!” The vision zoomed in. “That’s my sister…Sparrowpaw.”

The StarClan cat nodded. “Yes.” The vision kept going. Eaglepaw saw Sparrowpaw talking with another cat.

“Hey! I’ve seen that cat before! That’s Vulturestar!” Sparrowpaw finished talking with the leader of FlightClan. Then a crazy thing happened. Sparrowpaw grew wings, and flew. At the same time, Vulturestar got struck by lightning. The vision ended. The StarClan cat looked at Eaglepaw.

“Do you understand?”
For some reason, he did. “She grew wings, symbolizing FlightClan. Vulturestar got hit by lighting, symbolizing ThunderClan. Is…is she supposed to unite us?”

He silently prayed that he was wrong. But the cat nodded.

“Then why are you showing it to me?

The StarClan cat’s ey es studied him. “You are more closely tied to this than you think. For better or for worse, you will pay a part in this prophecy;

A bird’s paw will come.

A red berry eaten.

A brother exiled.

Two Clans will meet in blood or treaty.”

Eaglepaw blinked. “A bird’s paw…me or Sparrowpaw. We’re named after birds, and we’re apprentices. A red berry eaten…I don’t know what that is. A brother exiled…I guess someone’s gonna get exiled? And the last line…FlightClan and ThunderClan? They will either fight, or…make peace?”

The starry cat shrugged. “It’s your prophecy, not mine.”

And he woke up.

Chapter Twenty-seven - Birchfire (just saving this spot. I will be open firday.

Chapter Twenty-eight - Flamefang

Flamefang ran toward the sycamore tree. Mudtail would be meeting her any minute now. A firmiliar scent appeared. Mudtail! she thought.

"Flamefang." he whispered as they touched muzzles.

Flamefang purred. Oh, Mudtail, I love you so much! she thought.

The two of you climb the tree and settle in inside the hidden nest. You drift off in sleep.

"Flamefang, wake up. We need to get back to camp." she heard him say as she woke up.

She noded and touched noses with the brown warrior.

As she got back to camp, she saw Feathertail at the front of the camp.

"Where have you been, Flamefang? You got the whole clan worried sick..."

"Sorry, Featherclaw. I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk."

Featherclaw just sighs.

"I know that's not the truth. You literally have RiverClan scent on you." she whispered.

Flamefang winced. Could Featherclaw know about her secret meetings with Mudtail?

"Dont worry... I don't know that much, but I won't tell anyone. I just know you're meeting with someone in RiverClan, Flamefang." she mewed. "Not that it's right or anything, though."

Flamefang yawned.

"And you're tired." Featherclaw finished.

Flamefang just sighed. Was it really too obvious that she was meeting with Mudtail?

"Well, if you tell anyone, I'll rip your nose off!" Flamefang hissed, trying to sound fierce.

"Yeah, right. As if I'd let you." Featherclaw said as she snorted and rolled her eyes.

Flamefang growled and stalked into the camp.

"Flamefang! Where. Have. You. Been???!!!" Hawkfur hissed. "You had the whole clan worried."

"Featherclaw told me I had." she snarled and rolled her eyes.

Hawkfur mews, "Well, Leafstar wants to punish you."

"For what? Being away from camp? I could've been hunting."

"Well you didn't, so he wants to punish you."

"How would he know?" she asked.
"Featherclaw told him. No more arguing, or you'll get double the punishment!"

"What right do you have to say that to me? You're acting like you're clan leader when you're not even clan deputy!" Flamefang snarled and hissed.

He rolled his eyes.



Chapter Twenty-nine - Robin (User:StalkingFox1)

((warning: minor gore))

Robin couldn’t believe her eyes. Did... did Nightpaw just harm that gray queen? But Night’paw couldn’t even harm a flea. Now the black she-cat was trying to heal her victim, but still what she did remained in Robin’s thoughts, which were clouded by doubt and uncertainty.

A sudden movement caught Robin’s eyes. She turned around to see Meadowkit racing into a tunnel, one that led to FlightClan’s territory. “Meadowkit, wait!” She called, but the little she-kit wouldn’t listen. Robin broke into a run and followed her. The loner exited the tunnel and spotted Meadowkit up ahead, and gained speed, followed in pursuit. “Oomph!” Robin’s foot landed in a rabbit hole, tripping her so that she landed flat on her face. Luckily she was unharmed. But the trip caused her to loose site of Meadowkit, who could be anywhere. Robin’s heart raced with fear as she picked up Meadowkit’s scent and followed. The forest was a dangerous place for a young kit. There could be foxes, badgers, or worse, FlightClan warriors. I have to catch up to that kit, she thought. The scent trail was getting stronger. Suddenly Robin burst into a clearing and saw a light brown tom with a white flash on his chest towering over Meadowkit, who was shaking with fear.

“No!” Robin yelled. She lunged into the clearing and sped past the Tom, raking her claws against his flank. The Tom spun around and lunged for her, but Robin dodged to the side. “Meadowkit, run!” She called, and the tiny kit obeyed.

The brown-and-white cat jumped on Robin, pinning her to the ground. Robin struggled to get up, but he was just too heavy. “Think you can beat me, you piece of crow-food?” The Tom hisses into her ear. “Well, I’ll show you how wrong you are.” He bit down in her throat, cutting pff Robin’s air supply. Her thrashes became more desperate, but soon weakened as she slipped into a black nothingness. The Tom dragged her body into a clump of ferns, then left to find Meadowkit, who he would soon catch up with.

The dying cat’s life flashed through her eyes. Her early kit memories, with her mother Fern and Olive and her brother Beetle. Then the badger who tore through their home, which Fern’s kits had been able to escape, although thief mother did not. The memories of having to fend on their own, and almost dying untIl they were saved by a dark ginger she-cat called Russet, who took them in. The sad bits replayed next. Russet died soon after Beetle disappeared, making Olive and Robin find their path with only each other. They made there home down on the tunnels, where it was safe and secure, until the two sisters were caught in a tangle of a clash between Clans, putting innocent cats’ lives at risk.

Then the memories ended and everything went black.

Chapter Thirty - Meadowkit

Meadowkit ran as fast as she could, panic rising in her chest. She was more scared than she has ever been. More scared than the battle with FlightClan, more scared than when Rowankit disappeared, even more scared than when Nightpaw hurt Smokybrd. She knew what would happen if Eaglepaw caught her, and she remembered what Nightpaw told her.

But, can I trust her anymore? She thought to herself, stering up leafs as she ran through a pile of them.

She was pushed out of her thoughts by the patter of quick pawsteps behind her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He's right behind me! She looked around desperately for a place to hide. As the forest came to an end, a vast moor seemed to spread out forever. At the edge was a rabbit hole - big enough for Medowkit to fit in, to small for Eaglepaw - that she wanted to hide in.

"Gatcha!" A mincing meowed came behind her. Pain flashed through her legs as they were swiped from under her. A shadow fell upon her, and she looked up to see a light brown tom.

Eaglepaw! No, he's goes to make me crow-food!

The brown-and-white tom gave a purr, a purr of triumph. "You don't know the half of what I did to find you." Eaglepaw picked her up by the scruff. Meadowkit felt small and helpless under the muscular tom.

As they walked, they pasted a hollow tree. The tree smelled like someone farmilar. There were old bedding and a half eaten mouse in it. Meadowkit looked closer to see tufts of grey and ginger on some low hanging branches.

"This is your new home now." Eaglepaw muttered through Meadowkit's scruff as they came to a bramble bush with bedding in it. "And you will like it!"

As Eaglepaw put her down she murmured, "Yes, mighty leader. Do you want me to love she-cats, too?"

"Exuse me? I'm the boss here, and you have to do what I say!"

"I will get all prickly in there!" Meadowkit whined

"Then, so be it!"

Meadowkit rolled her eyes, "I bet I could be a better leader than you."

Rage showed in Eaglepaw's eyes, and Meadowkit knew she said the wrong thing. She lowered her head and closed her ears on her head. Then she looked up to see that Eaglepaw had calmed down. "Then headgehogs will fly." He meowed simply. He picked her up by the scruff and started lowing her down into the brambles bush.

I'll be that headgehog pretty soon!

She tried her best to wriggle out of the way of the thorns, but they poked her skin, leaving tiny scratch marks. As Eaglepaw lowered her into the bedding, she felt a cold liquid roll down her neck. As she turned and licked it off, she realized that it was not water or sweat. She looked up and saw for the first time that Eaglepaw had blood running down his mussle. Cat blood.

He's killed a cat!

Chapter Thirty-one - Nightpaw

The sharp, familiar scent of herbs stung Nightpaw's nose as she dressed Smokybird's infected wound with a marigold poultice. The queen flinched as the liquid dribbled into the claw marks, but gradually relaxed as the pain began to lessen. Nightpaw winced sympathetically, feeling shame tug at her paws. She had done the damage, now she had to fix it. With a quiet sigh, Nightpaw reached over to select a swath of cobwebs. The white strands looked like cirrus clouds as they fluttered from her paws, and they covered Smokybird's wound like a fresh layer of snow on a field.

Nightpaw stepped back from the injured queen and regarded her, content with the treatment of her wounds so far. Then, almost automatically, Nightpaw glanced at Olive. She found that her head often snapped up at the sound of the loner's voice, and her ears pricked whenever she heard pawsteps echoing through the tunnels, hoping that it was Olive.

But the loner's face was dark now, and Nightpaw recoiled. Concern shadowed Olive's green eyes, and her brow was furrowed. Nightpaw wondered nervously if she'd done something wrong; was Olive still angry about her attack on Smokybird? Did she still resent Nightpaw for harming an injured queen?

But fortunately, the words that came out of Olive's mouth were different.

"I'm going to get some more herbs," the she-cat announced. "Meloafnip, do you want to come with me?" She turned around, her sweeping tail nearly knocking Nightpaw off her paws.

Nightpaw staggered as she regained her balance. Once she had, she glanced around for Meadowkit. Aside from herself, Smokybird, Olive, Purr, and Rowankit, the cave was empty. And quiet. Too quiet, much too quiet without the kits' bickering and laughing ringing through the tunnels. Nightpaw frowned. "Meadowkit?" she called warily. She couldn't have gone very far, right?

But what if she got away down an unstable tunnel? What if she's out in the forest right now? What if she's --

Nightpaw steeled herself, taking a deep breath. She's not dead, you flea-brain. And she won't be in danger if you find her and bring her back.

"I... I saw her run... into a tunnel..."

Nightpaw was jerked from her thoughts by a small, high mew. Rowankit's brown tabby pelt rustled as the kit shuffled his paws guiltily. Nightpaw narrowed her eyes at him and opened her mouth, about to ask what he knew, when Olive interrupted.

"What?" the loner exclaimed, staring in incredulity at Rowankit.

He lowered his head and nodded. "I saw Robin go after her, but they're both not back, so -- "

In a blur of black-and-white fur, Olive sprang to her paws and charged into one of the tunnels leading to the surface. Purr was a flash of bright ginger fur as he darted after her.

The two cats left behind a stunned group of cats: Nightpaw, heart and mind racing, Smokybird, mouth slightly open as she lay motionless on the ground, and Rowankit, whose eyes were bigger and rounder than the full moon. The silence around them felt oppressive, charged with emotions that remained either too difficult to understand to speak (in Rowankit's case), unable to be spoken (in Smokybird's case), or simply too private and too pathetic to share (that was Nightpaw's problem).

No matter how much Nightpaw knew she had to find Meadowkit and protect her from Eaglepaw, some cat had to remain behind. Smokybird hadn't uttered a single sentence since Nightpaw had reopened her wound during their fight, and the tense silence felt dangerous. Nightpaw couldn't just leave the injured queen alone with Rowankit.

But am I doing it for them? Nightpaw wondered skeptically, feeling doubt worm in her belly. Or am I doing it for me? The thought was almost too humiliating to consider. But there was an element of truth in it. Looking after Smokybird and Rowankit was a good excuse to stay back and keep out of the action, which was what Nightpaw wanted to do.

Whatever, she huffed silently. I'll stay behind like a good little medicine cat and make sure Rowankit and Smokybird don't die while everyone else is gone. Anxiety prickled at her coat as Nightpaw glanced around the tunnels, half-expecting Olive to come charging back in with Meadowkit in her jaws. But nothing came into the cave, save for twinkling dust motes caught in a faint sunbeam. Sighing, Nightpaw turned to Smokybird, determined to break the eerie stillness. "You have a lot of burrs in your fur," she meowed, noting the queen's tangled gray pelt. "Could I groom it?"

Smokybird's head lolled to the side and her cloudy eyes roamed the cave listlessly. Nightpaw shrugged and began to rasp her tongue over the ThunderClan cat's bony shoulder, untangling the hairs. Rowankit sat beside her, tail wrapped tightly around his paws as though his life depended on it. Nightpaw looked over at him, and he mumbled, "C-could I say something to her?"

Nightpaw glanced at Smokybird and nodded. I doubt she'll remember anyways.

Rowankit nodded nervously and sidled over to the limp gray queen. "Smokybird?" he squeaked. "I just wanted to say... We'll find Meadowkit. She'll be back. And we'll kick Eaglepaw's tail. A-and rub dirt in his face." The little tom glanced sheepishly at Nightpaw as he said this, and she narrowed her eyes at him but didn't comment. My mother would've ripped my tail off for saying such things at that young of an age.

Nightpaw's gaze returned to Smokybird, unsure if the gray she-cat was awake enough to respond. But her eyelids had drooped shut and it was clear that the queen had lapsed back into unconsciousness. Rowankit gave a tiny sigh and curled up next to Smokybird, amber eyes closing. Soon, Nightpaw was the only cat remaining awake, trying valiantly to maintain the silence for Smokybird's sake.

But there was a clattering sound behind Nightpaw, sending a spurt of shock down her spine. Fur spiking up, she turned slowly, mind filling with all sorts of horrible things. But the tunnel was deserted.

Unease prickled in Nightpaw's pads as the sound echoed again. Each time it happened, cold fear rained down in her belly. What is it? What's making that noise?

The answer rolled directly between her paws no less than a heartbeat later. A pebble skidded to a stop right under her muzzle, glimmering dully against the earthen tunnel floor.

It moved by itself.

Chapter Thirty-two - Olive

Olive watched as Nightpaw carefully applied a poultice of marigold and cobwebs to Pokey Herd’s wound. Hopefully Chokey Word will be ok, Olive thought. The wound looked bad enough before Nightpaw had made it worse,

“I’m going to get some more herbs” Olive announced “Meloafnip, do you want to come with me?” The loner turned around and saw that Dow Kin was no longer there. “Meadowkit?” Nightpaw called softly.

“I saw her run in a tunnel!” Rowokip said. “What?” Olive turned to face him. The kit shuffled his paws guiltily. “i saw Robin go after her, but they’re both not back, so”- Olive didn’t wait for him to finish, She plunged into a tunnel, Purr on her heels. As soon as they exited, Olive picked up the scents of both Dow Kin and Robin. “this way!” Purr called, and Olive followed the ginger tom through the forest. The two stopped at a clearing. The scent of blood was everywhere. Purr let out a gasp and Olive spun around and padded toward him. “Purr what-“ but she stopped mid sentence. For there, lying hidden under a gorse bush, was Robin’s body,

Purr dragged it out in the clearing and backed away, giving Olive some space. The black-and-white she-cat padded closer her sister, and let out a wail of grief, burying her face in the dead cat’s fur. “Robin! No!” Olive cried. “please don’t go” she wailed “I can’t loose you too!” Robin was everything Olive had. Without her, nothing in life had any meaning to Olive. To live without her sister, to the black-and-white she-cat, was worse then dying 1,000 times over.

”hey! you two!” Purr turned around and saw four FlightClan warriors stalking towards him and Olive. They were outnumbered.

Chapter Thirty-three - Robin

Robin stared sadly down, her spirit former watching as her sister grieved over her death. It was still hard to believe that she would never talk with her sister again, never hunt together or share tongues ever. The loss was still new.

A new voice spoke, “Hello?”

Robin looked and saw the faintly shimmer of a cat, another ghost. The cat was a pretty white she-cat with tabby gray patches. She looked at Robin with pretty cyan eyes. “H-Hi” Robin said. “I’m Robin.” “I’m Silverwing,” the she-cat said. “I was a warrior of WindClan. You know what that is, right?” Robin shook her head. “no worries, I’ll explain!” The she-cat said “There used to be four clans: ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan.” Eventually, a series of cruel leader and rogue influencers turned ShadowClan into FlightClan. FlightClan destroyed WindClan and RiverClan, but a group of former RiverClan warriors got together and reformed the Clan. Now you know!” She said, cheerfully.

”so… when FlightClan destroyed WindClan that’s when you died?” Robin asked. Silverwing shook her head “I died long before Firestar came to forest, but stayed here to watch over my Clan. Now i wait for FlightClan’s destruction.” The she-cat’s cyan eyes flashed with fury and she unsheathed her claws. Robin was about to reply when movement caught her attention. Four FlightClan warrior padded into the clearing. With a yowl of fury Robin lunged at the nearest, a golden tom, but her claws passed though his skin without any effect. Robin’s heart lunged. The warrior fanned out in a circle around Purr and Olive. Robin screeched “No!” but she knew she could nothing to stop them.

Chapter Thirty-four - Olive

The FlightClan patrol stalked closer, circling around Olive and Purr. Olive could hear Purr trying to negotiate, but I just wouldn’t work. Finally the Tom in the lead, a tabby, snarled and lunges at Purr, who dodged. Another cat reached for him, and two more jumped on Olive.

Olive had had no fighting lessons in her life. Her foster mother Russet believed in piece. You see a fox or badger, slowly back away. And enemy cat? Negotiate. Purr wasn’t even fighting hard, but it took both Olive and Robin to hold him off, and they two had been that their last stamina. But looking at Robin’s lifeless body gave Olive anger and rage. She leaped at one of the toms who had pinned Purr, knocking him into a tree. Pushing away at the last moment, the loner turned back and claws another warrior on her side. All four forgot about Purr and converged on Olive. All the rage, all the fury and grief poured out in these fighting moves. Olive lunged for a yellow tabby’s neck when a black cat knocked her aside. Olive stared at the cat and gasped. It was Beetle.

Chapter Thrity-five - Beetletooth

Beetletooth saw the cat gasp. Why was she so surprised? Then, looking at her mint green eyes, the answer hit him like a falling branch. His little sister. His Olive.

Beetle was following a butterfly into the forest. His Foster mother Russet had told him to come back, but this butterfly was so big and so blue that he wanted to catch it. Maybe he could give it to Robin like a little surprise. His younger sister had injured her leg the day before, and was confined to her nest. And it was his job, as the oldest, to look after his littermates. Beetle followed the butterfly to a river. “Ah-ha! Gotchu!” He cried as he trapped it in his paws. But the kit slipped on a wet stone and landed the river with a shrill squeak to be carried away, to be found by FlightClan.

It’s her. He thought. I found her! Beetletooth nuzzled his sister, drinking in her sweet scent. “Beetle” Olive purred “I thought I would never find you!” The she-cat plunges her muzzle in his fur.

“It’s ok, it’s ok I’m here now” Beetletooth murmured to her. She was so upset. But why?

“Beetletooth what are you doing?” The black Tom faced his Clanmate Jaywind. “She’s the enemy” Jaywind hissed. “She’s my littermate” Beetletooth retorted. “She attacked us” Jaywind said. “Look at Sunpetal!” He flicked his tail to the yellow tabby she-cat, who was expecting Beetletooth’s kits. Sunpetal was alive, by barely. Long scratches covered her flank and deep scars criss-crossed her body. No, not Sunpetal. Beetletooth thought. He faced Olive. “You did this!” He screamed, and lunged, Claws outstretched, aiming for her throat.

Chapter Thirty-six - Robin

“No!” Robin crashed into Beetletooth, knocking him off balance and away from their littermate. Wait, did I just- Purr, Olive, and the FlightClan patrol stared. They couldn’t see her now, but they saw her ram into the black warrior. “Robin?” Olive said softly. Robin saw tears in her sister’s eyes. Stretching out her paw, the ghost tried to comfort the black-and-white she-cat. This is too sad, Robin thought, and ran away only to crash into Silverwing. “Silverwing!” Robin cried with delight.

“Did you hear that” some cat called, but Robin didn’t notice.

Silverwing did. She led Robin away and started muttering to herself. Robin asked what’s wrong, and Silverwing told her.

Spirit cats couldn’t communicate with the living, but sometimes in times of dire need they could to save others. But for only StarClan cats could do that. Somehow, Robin could too.

Silverwing led Robin to a bramble thicket not far away. Sitting besides it, Eaglepaw slowly washed his paws. Vulturestar had told him his warrior ceremony would happen tonight, and the apprentice was trying to look his best. Silverwing led Robin into the thicket, and there, sitting in a pile of bark and pine needles, was Meadowkit. Robin gasped at how unhappy she was. Small scratches covered her flank, and she was shifting uncomfortably in her nest.

Silverwing told Robin about Sparrowpaw’s part in the prophecy. To make peace, a cat with great power would have to come. That cat was Sparrowpaw. But with her death, the power shifted into Meadowkit’s paws. And that much power in FlightClan’s paws meant that the tide would shift, and the last cat fighting for peace would be exterminated.

Silverwing told Robin to get Nightpaw. Nightpaw was the only one who could help. Robin nodded and ran off.

Robin ran into the tunnels. Nightpaw was grooming Smokybird with long gentle strokes of her tongue. Luckily, the queen was asleep and ok.

“Nightpaw!” Robin called. “Nightpaw!” But the medicine cat apprentice didn’t hear her. Robin picked up a small stone and dropping it. Nightpaw turned around. Robin moved farther back and dropped it again. Her friend followed the sound. Robin lead her outaide and across the forest this way for half of the way to Meadowkit’s prison.

She bent to pick up the rock again, but she couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t touch anything. Confused, Nightpaw wandered away. However the black she-cat became lost and headed in the direction of Meadowkit’s prison. Good, Robin thought, and followed her

Chapter Thirty-seven - Smokybird

Smokybird opened her eyes and looked around. SHe was in a weird cave with strange smells. Behind the smell of rouge was the smell of her daughter Meadowkit. SHe growled. She knew who did this. Nightpaw knocked her out and stole MEadowkit.

And she tried to convince me i could trust her! She's smarter than i thought. she growled to herself. Then the smell of herbs grew around her, and she looked at her wound. They where healing with cobwebs and herbs where sticking on it. Smokybird scoffed, First she hurts me then she tried to heal me? Make up your mind on what side you are on!

Then it hit her. What if she was good? What if it was all a misunderstanding? she shook herself, and sighed. everything's so confusing. Where did they go? Are they ok?

Then she shook her head and growled. What am i thinking? I don't need Meadowkit. Or Purr. Or even ThunderClan! My fate is much more better than theirs. As she tried to get up, her foreleg ached in pain. She scowled at herself for being so weak and easily beaten like she was during the battle with Nightpaw. As she tuned to the tunnel entrance, she felt a familiar presence. She turned to see a light grey spirit behind her, her eyes heavy and a snarl on her face.

I will be back, the voice of the spirt was snapping, and then we will se whos the strongest!

Smokybird smiled with triumph. You see, Smokybird wasn't herself... she was off... she would never in her life feel triumph from having a cat know she has done something terrible to them. But this was different. This cat she hated with a passion. And now it was her turn to ruin her life. She turned to the tunnel entrance, confident and willing for what she was about to do. She turned one last glance on the tunnel before being swollowed by the darkness to the rest of the cave. a smile showed on her face. She was free. Free to do what she wanted.

When she finally ran outside, she breathed in the fresh sent of forest. this beats being in that dark place for so long! She stoped for a moment to think of a plan. A plan to get back what was taken from her.

Then, the perfect idea came to her head.


She knew the little silver and black She-kit was with Nightpaw, most likely captured and imprisoned. She needed to get her back, and maybe teach Nightpaw a lesson about taking things that doesn’t belong to her.

But that was only the first stage of revenge. There was another ThunderClan cat that had died a long time ago. Many seasons ago when Smokybird was still an apprentice. That cat had ruined her life. Smokybird still blames that foolish she-cat for her scar and her blindness, the ones on the inside too.

This she-cat was her sister, Flarepaw. The ginger apprentice had been killed in a fire in the camp when they were apprentices. She had become trapped in one of the dens and was found dead soon after when the fire was gone. She had inhaled to much smoke. Smokybird never liked her anyways. A tragic death for a tragic cat.

That was not the only thing she had done. When they were just made apprentices, Flarepaw had caught whitecough, but denied it and spent time with their mother, Meadowbriar, despite the sickness. Meadowbriar soon caught it, and it soon became Greencough. Flarepaw was cured soon after, but their mother didn’t survive. She was too weak.

Smokybird growled. She must get revenge. Any love she once felt was gone and she was rock hard now.

She looked to the sky.

They don't stand a chance!

Chapter Thirty-eight -Nightpaw-Robinwing1

Nightpaw wandered to a camp of some sort. She saw Eaglepaw talking to Meadowkit. Eaglepaw's claws were unsheathed and Meadowkit looked terrified. Eaglepaw's paw swung out and opened another one of Meadowkit's scars. Also hitting her straight back into the prison hole. Then I saw another kit being brought in she had no scars yet and she was all blue. She was thrown into the same den as Meadowkit.

Meadowkit’s point of view

Suddenly she saw another kit flying towards her.”Sorry” the kit mewed. "It's ok" I mewed back. What's your name I asked the kit. Waterkit for my blue eyes and fur she told me. "Yours?" she asked. "Meadowkit." How did you get locked up in here she asked me. I sighed then started, a while ago Eaglepaw left thunderclan because he tried to kill Sparrowpaw his own sister. He wanted me for some reason, and so Nightpaw someone from Flightclan chose to help me not Eaglepaw he tried to evacuate me but someone got to it first and well he accidently got my friend Rowankit instead of me. Nightpaw got me once he found out. I lived for a time with rogues who had Rowankit and Nightpaw. But then my mother Smokybird came Nightpaw attacked her. I ran away and Eaglepaw found me and I got beat up and tossed in her. That's my story what's yours. Well I am from Streamclan from the remains of Riverclan I once wandered away from camp and the rogues took me. They said as soon as I was 8 moons old I would have to mate Eaglepaw. So that's why I was never scarred and I can help both of us escape.

Chapter Thirty-nine, Captured by Darkness

Berrywing woke up from her den, she started sorting herbs like she always does every time she wakes up every sunrise. "What a nice day to sort herb- huh? what's that sign? There's starry steps leading outside my den. Welp, StarClan is sending me a new prophecy... ...I think" Berrywing then went out of her den, followed the trail of starry steps, which lead her towards a bush, her apprentice, Blackpaw was awake, "Oh Berrywiiing!"' He called out for his mentor but no answer. He then also saw the starry steps. He followed them outside camp just like his mentor, Berrywing. But he stopped following them a few fox-lengths away from where the steps were coming from, he saw his mentor being abducted by a Dark Forest cat. "H-HELP!" Berrywing shouted. "DON'T RESCUE ME YOURSELF, LOOK FOR SOMEONE ELSE!" She replied while she was being dragged by three Dark Forest cats. Blackpaw went in horror and ran back to camp. "FAWNSTAR!! FAWNSTAR!! BERRYWINNG IS BEING ABDUCTED BY DARK FOREST CATS!!!" The young tom alerted their leader, "B-berrywing? BERRYWING?! What happened?!" He woke up and asked the young tom. "Berrywing got abducted by Dark Forest cats." meowed Blackpaw. "It started when I found starry steps leading to a bush." added Blackpaw. Blackpaw lead Fawnstar to the steps and went a few fox-lengths to the bush where Berrywing got abducted earlier. "I might have to call a meeting, to the Highrock!" Blackpaw and Fawnstar walked back to camp to call a meeting. "Today, our medicine cat, Berrywing got abducted by Dark Forest Cats. For now, we will make her apprentice, Blackpaw as our medicine cat until she goes back to our clan. We ask StarClan to guide a path for Berrywing back here, and we hope that she will return safely." Dusk came, "Hey Blackpaw, good luck."Sparrowpaw softly meowed into Blackpaw's ear. "Thanks..." Blackpaw replied. The two apprentices slept with the others. Meanwhile in Blackpaw's dream, StarClan was talking to him. "The Dark will kidnap cats, but two will restore all kidnapped cats." Blackpaw woke up at early dawn. He woke up Sparrowpaw "What do you want?" Sparrowpaw replied. "Let's go and find Berrywing." Blackpaw meowed excitedly. Blackpaw went to the Medicine Cat den and got some herbs, "Alright, we're set." Meowed Blackpaw. Blackpaw and Sparrowpaw ventured to find the starry trail and into the bush Blackpaw saw yesterday. Two dark forest cats came leaping from the bush and dragged them to The Dark Forest. "I'm scared..." Blackpaw meowed in fear. Meanwhile... Nightstream woke up and went to the Apprentice den to see her son is not there. "Great StarClan where can he be?!" She thouht in fear after seeing that Sparrowpaw is not in there since he always wakes up late. Nightstream runs to Stonetail, her mate "Stonetail! Our son's missing!" She yowled on to Stonetail's ears. "Stonetail?" he replied.


Chapter Forty ~ Smokybird's Spirit

Smokybird stood still. What was she going to do? Everything is WIP Yes i ended it here because why not

Chapter Forty-one: Red Ice

"Here are your kits." The medicine cat meowed at Mooncloud. She was having her first litter. "I'll leave you alone for a bit, I'll get some herbs for your milk supply." the medicine cat padded out of the nursery leaving only Mooncloud and her three kits. Then, Mooncloud noticed that one of her kits was not breathing, "Oh no, can that be?" Mooncloud meowed in horror, one of her kits was stillborn. She griefed at the Yellow kit with gray eyes. The medicine cat padded back to the nursery with the herbs and noticed Mooncloud crying. "One of the kits is stillborn." Mooncloud yowled in sorrow. "Oh... I'm sorry, anyways, here's the herbs." The medicine cat replied. "So, what are you gonna name them?"The medicine cat asked. "I'm gonna name the red tom Redkit and the blind Ice-blue she-kit Icekit."Mooncloud meowed.

Chapter Forty-two - Olive, Beetletooth, & Sunpetal

Olive curled down in her mossy nest in the tunnel, closing her eyes and settling into her thoughts.

Robin was dead, Beetle had betrayed her, Skortdird had left, Down Kin was caputured, and Nit Pawnd wasn’t here.

There suddenly was no meaning in life anymore. No sister to hunt with, to share prey with, to be together. And all her other family- would never lay down in the cave with Olive. Not a single chance. Of course, Olive knew her Clan friends would fight with her to the end, but, face it, she told herself. Once Dow Kin was free, they would head back to their Clans… and she would be alone. Her greatest fear. Alone. Being alone was an experience many felt at one point in their lives, and it was one Olive never wanted to happen, Before this moment, she always had someone, but now…

Olive sighed and exited the tunnels. She brushed against the walls, feeling the stone cold surface that surrounded her and breathing in Robin’ sweet scent. Once outside, she swept her gaze over everything she had even known, trees, air, sky, cloud, ferns, moss, mouse, squirrels, more trees, leaves- and then broke into a run. Across the small dirt path, over the rotten log, to the left of the bramble bush, and on her way.

A gorge lay in her path. Olive knew that. Any cat who fell in it- would die.

She ran and ran until the cliffside was two mouse lengths in front of her, and flung herself over the edge.

Fern…..Russet……Robin…. I’m coming.

The the darkness overcame her as she hit rugged stone and slipped into blackness.


Robin’s spirit crouched by her sister. Olive wasn’t dead yet, but severely injured. What have you done sis? She thought


Beetletooth crouched in his den. The day’s events washed over him. He black hung his head in shame. Even though Olive had injured Sunpetal, she was his sister. And she could be lying dead at this moment, because of him. Because he couldn’t control himself.

I have to find her. Beetletooth headed for the camp exit when Thrushwing stopped him. “Vulturestar wants to see you” The dark brown warrior hissed, and Beetletooth headed for his den, ducking underneath the log where the leader slept. The moment he entered, Vulturestar pounced on him. The leader’s yellow eyes glinted with fury as he told Beetletooth that Jaywind had reported him not attacking Olive, and said he would be punished. He flicked his tail. Frostflower and Reedpelt brought up Sunpetal from the shadows. Her belly was swollen with unborn kits, much less than she had been this morning. “Kill her.” Vulturestar hissed. Beetletooth eyes glowed in shock. She was his mate! She was expecting his kits!

But….This is the cat I nearly killed my littermate for.

He turned around, facing her. He had lost control and attacked his littermate, all because of the yellow queen. ”I’m so sorry” He whispered to Sunpetal, and leaped on her, pinning her down clawing her throat. She tried to make on last word, but fell limp. Thats… not like Sunpetal. She would have struck back…

Beetletooth stared at the body in horror as what he did took control of hime. He sped out of the den and past his Clanmates. He ran. He just killed his mate. And she was expecting his kits! He didn’t know where he would run, but ran. Ran in shame. Why can’t I control myself?

Thorny branches scraped his pelt. He stumbled kver large roots and crashed through bushes, startling the birds perched on trees overhead.. A golden pelt stood in the way, her nose sniffing at a pink flower. The black warrior tried to stop, but crashed into her, tumbling her over. The cat was…. Sunpetal!

“Sunpetal?” He gasped. She got up, shaking the dirt out of her pelt, and backed away from him, hissing.

Apperently the cat he killed must have been Yellowsplash, her identical twin. That explained how close she was to kitting, and how easy it was to kill her.

Sunpetal swiped at his nose, and ran. “Leave me alone!” She cried. Beetletooth was about to go after her, but remembered he had just killed her sister. She needed time. Speaking of sisters….. Beetletooth continued his search for Olive, picking up her scent and tracking it through the forest.

Of course, he just happened to have a streak of bad luck, and fell off a cliff. Onto Olive’s unconscious body, crushing her and hiding her from the next ThunderClan patrol, who passed him by, leaving him their to die. He was alive, for now. As for Sunpetal….. She now lay in a clearing filled with flowers, suckling two new tiny kits.


Sunpetal dragged herself to the shelter of a bramble bush, her two newborn kits mewling and crying for milk. She tucked them into the curve of her belly, and thought of names.

The smaller yellow she-kit will be Daykit, She decided. And the black tom will be Spikekit…. after this special day and my son’s spiky fur.

Sunpetal waited until both kits were asleep in a bundle of soft fluffy fur, got up, careful not to wake them, and took a stroll around their territory. It was FlightClan’s land, which meant they couldn’t stay long, but maybe she could get help or something. Sunpetal crouched down, ducking behind a log, hearing a crunch on leaves. Peeking from the log she ducked under, Sunpetal saw a squirrel nibbling on an acorn

Daykit let out a soft cry from behind them. Sunpetal stiffened as the squirrel took off at a run, its furry tail swishing up leaves behind it. “Why did you wake up my sweetie?” Sunpetal whispered quietly

The queen took off at a run, desperately trying to catchh it, and quickly so she could get back to her crying kits. Sunpetal picked up the pace, hoping to catch up. The soft grassy ground gave way to a hard rock surface. The yellow queen skidded to a halt but it was too late. She tumbled off the side of the cliff, and fell, down onto the hard rocks, landing next to a black form and pushing it away to reveal a black-and-white tail sticking out. Memories swirled around Sunpetal. Daykit’s small cry echoed in her mind, and it was the last thing she heard.


Beetletooth saw the sides of the gorge spinning around him. Where am I? Oh right, the gorge. The black warrior got up and realized he was standing on Olive, who was breathing faintly. Beetletooth growled and kicked her away. I don’t care about you!

But he did care about Sunpetal. And Sunpetal was lying dead, besides him. Beetletooth sniffed her over and over. She’s really dead this time.He thought sadly. He hung his head in grief as he thought of her sweet green eyes, her soft yellow fur, and the kits they were going to have.

Beetletooth shook his head. What are you doing? You were supposed to kill her. Now go home, you got the job done.

He started heading for a path on the side of the cliff wall, and turned back one last time to see his littermate and and mate

Goodbye, sis. Goodbye, Sunpetal.

Beetletooth! Just get back to camp already!