ScorchClan/Roleplay/Archive 20

Storkpaw wailed in grief. Scorchflame coughed as she woke up from her sleep. She felt a little under the weather... maybe she should go see Commaflower about it. Flashdusk passed Heronpaw, who was grooming his pelt beside the apprentices' den. "Have you seen your sister?" The dark tabby shook his head, concerning the tortoiseshell warrior. She and Sagefeather should be back by now... -- 20:53, December 28, 2016 (UTC)

The apprentice's wailing quickly caught Brambleheart's attention, and she knew immediately that something was terribly, horribly wrong. Sagefeather, no! Please don't say someone...someone... She pushed the thought away, hoping she wasn't losing her mind. Her ears still pricked, she followed the sound of screaming, her eyes widening as she saw the body, her fur rising and a moan coming from her throat. ''Why?! Why would someone do this to my sister?!''  22:19, December 28, 2016 (UTC)

Getting up, Scorchflame went off to the medicine den, the senior warrior coughing as she went. -- 01:14, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

Brambleheart wailed beside Storkpaw, a thought in the back of her mind stopping her after a moment. "S-Storkpaw, c'mon. We'll bury her, and we'll alert Alderstar and Aspenfern, so they can keep a watch." She flicked her tail, grasping the body in her jaws. 01:39, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

"N-No..." Storkpaw moaned miserably, off in her own world. She had barely registered that Brambleheart was even there in her state. "...Don't make me move..." -- 01:49, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

The tabby warrior sighed, nudging the apprentice. "C'mon...I'm really upset as well, but you can't grieve forever - you're gonna die if that happens, and I'm sure the Clan wouldn't enjoy two of their members dying." She glanced back at her sister's body. "You'll be fine...I swear it." She was trying so hard to be like her sister, but nothing could ever replace Sagefeather, she knew... 14:17, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

The last thing Morningpaw could faintly recall was falling off one of those good-ol' ScorchClan hills, which was more of a short cliff. And now, she glanced around quickly with her eyes round with confusion. Her leg was numb, but it also dully ached with pain. Oh, dear StarClan... 18:40, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

Storkpaw sighed, and shakily got to her paws, visibly distressed. Scorchflame had been sent back to the warriors' den: she'd been said to have a small cough. However, she'd been warned that if it got any worse, Scorchflame would have to go back... as there was a chance she could get whitecough, or worse. -- 23:41, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

When the two reached camp, Aspenfern immediately leaped up, inspecting the wounds on the body. "Rogue?" Brambleheart nodded. "Aspenfern...Can Storkpaw have a break? She needs a little time - she'll be fine, I know she won't stray far." The deputy raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway - she'd seen how sensitive the apprentice was, and it was clear that she was traumatized by her mentor's death...and so was the deputy herself, as this was her apprentice too, and not just Storkpaw's mentor. 23:55, December 29, 2016 (UTC)

Storkpaw went out of camp again as a result. -- 00:47, December 30, 2016 (UTC)

''Where could Commaflower be? She's taking so long I might as well just cut my paw off and be done with it! ''Blossomheart shifted in her nest, trying hard not to smash her paw. --- Shadowdapple was breathing hard, "Let's go, Sweetfire!" she said to her sister. "We should go back to camp." Sweetfire nodded. "You go. I want to hunt." -Attack cat

Aspenfern sighed, placing herself beside Sagefeather's body. You were great, y'know.  00:05, January 2, 2017 (UTC)

Commaflower made her way into camp, herbs filled her mouth. Well they did until she caught the scent of death. She raced forward finally dropping her herbs by the body. "What happened?" she asked.

Lichenclaw rested in the Warriors den. She was heavily contemplating finding Redriver. She knew she was set to retire soon but she didn't know when exactly. (Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 16:51, January 2, 2017 (UTC)

''Isn't it obvious? My sister is dead!'' Brambleheart bit back the response, flattening her ears. Aspenfern flicked her tail to the body and didn't respond, locked in a state of greif. 17:00, January 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Who did this?" She asked, she felt the anger and pain of the warrior. "I'll prepare the body," she mumbled to Aspenfern. ''Commaflower needed an apprentice. Maybe one of Applestorm's kits?'' <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 04:11, January 3, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw awkwardly sulked about camp, dragging her broken (but healing) leg as if it was made of stone. She was disappointed about not being made a warrior with her littermates, but she knew that she had to pay for her reckless actions. 00:06, January 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Blossomheart's grief for her fallen Clanmate brought her out the warrior's den. She stared quietly at the body, ignoring her paw now. --- Shadowdapple raced back to camp, only to find Sagefeather's dead body. ''What could have happened to her? ''Her heart filled with grief, and she cast her head down. ''We were out playing around, while our Clanmate died. ''-Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Eventually, Storkpaw returned to camp, now feeling a little better than she had previously. (storkver, we'll still do her thing with you-know-who, we'll just say that happened before this) Scorchflame's condition had worsened: she was now confined to the medicine den with greencough. -- 02:41, January 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(alright) "Let Brambleheart and Flintwhisker bury her. She was their sister." Aspenfern pricked her ears at the sound, quickly flicking her tail for Brambleheart and Flintwhisker to move Sagefeather's body. The deputy watched the two leave, and noted that she'd join them too; after all, she couldn't neglect her former apprentice easily. She allowed herself a moment, and then went towards Storkpaw. "Even though she couldn't join us, you were brave to go out alone." She kept her voice gentle and quiet. "I think your ceremony's coming up...good luck." 16:09, January 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Storkpaw nodded at the deputy. "Thanks... I guess?" the black-and-white cat mewed before sitting outside the apprentices' den. -- 19:13, January 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Flintwhisker and Brambleheart buried their sister quietly, taking a few moments to grieve in silence. 19:19, January 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">There was no denying that Aspenfern knew that Storkpaw's ceremony was coming, as Alderstar leapt up on the Meetingwhatever to summon his Clan. Storkpaw and her brother, Heronpaw, were finally ready to become ScorchClan warriors, to serve their Clan faithfully. The siblings were called forward, watched on by the Clan; their parents, Flashdusk and Eaglesoar, had keen eyes on their children.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I, Alderstar, leader of ScorchClan, ask my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have learnt the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Heronpaw, Storkpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I do!" Heronpaw's voice was much louder and confident than Storkpaw's - the black-and-white cat had almost whispered the words.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Then by the power of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Heronpaw, from this moment you shall be known as Heronflight. StarClan honors your enthusiasm and eagerness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ScorchClan. And Storkpaw, you will be known as Storkwing. StarClan honors your intelligence and diligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ScorchClan." At that, the Clan broke into cheers. Storkwing breathed a sigh of relief as her new name was called. Finally, I'm a warrior. -- 07:01, January 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(is it terrible that the meetingwhatever is still my favorite part about this clan) Aspenfern cheered, and felt a little grief about it - Sagefeather didn't get to experience it. The deputy took a breath and reminded herself that the young warrior had trained Storkpaw well. If only she was here...hopefully her spirit is watching this and celebrating...  08:48, January 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After boasting about how awesome he was to Albatrossflight, Heronflight went to the camp entrance to start his vigil, quickly joined by his sister. Scorchflame's condition was worsening, and she'd requested Flashdusk to see her. She quickly exchanged something to the warrior, causing Flashdusk to run out of the medicine den, and then the camp. She had something to do... and fast. -- 01:35, January 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Albatrossflight rolled his eyes and snuck into the warriors' den, spotting Aspenfern's nest. Hmm... He suddenly smirked, as he had gotten a great idea. Smiling, and way too proud of himself, he slithered towards her nest, settling himself in it. That feels good, errgh. The feather-lined nest tickled his fur, and he curled himself up in it before falling asleep. -- Unfortunately for Albatrossflight, Aspenfern was looking forward to a nap, and started towards the warriors' den.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflower had so much to deal with, especially with all the hurt and sick cats. Scorchflame's condition had worsened and Commeflower had done all she could, so now all she did was pray to StarClan the warrior got better. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:11, January 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Blossomheart walked toward Commaflower. "Umm, could you check out my paw? It's been aching all day." she said, then winced. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The medicine cat gave an annoyed sigh before motioning for her to follow. The medicine cat, probably without mercy, tended to the warrior's paw. She hadn't slept in almost three days. Fear of any kits taking ill or the queens. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 21:46, January 14, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Of course, Albatrossflight was forcibly shoved out of Aspenfern's nest, and after a brief nap, the deputy felt refreshed. Feeling annoyed at the chocolate warrior, she promptly poked him with a paw, waking him up and muttering sarcastically, "Thanks for trying and failing. It was fun to shove you out." Sighing, she stepped out and headed out of camp to hunt. -- ...Meanwhile, someone lurked around Aspenfern's hunting spot. 23:45, January 17, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Redriver ate stuff. Good morning! You're going to die.   00:01, January 18, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(fun) Aspenfern approached her favorite spot - an oak tree. Great, there's lots out today. She could smell the prey and smirked. Time to prove that I deserve this role! Spotting a mouse, she crouched, only to jump at it a moment later - but not on the mouse, oh no. It was a tom...actually, a pretty adorable one. Obviously Aspenfern wasn't having thoughts of any futures with this tom, but she kind of felt...well, attracted to him? She'd never experienced a liking to anyone - and she even knew why. But this tom - why?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The tom - oh, oh, this she-cat was so dead. Lovely. He gave himself the order - kill her. Kill her, y'know, be done with her - except that he couldn't force himself to. "E-Excuse me?" He tested the words. He knew he shouldn't be acting like this.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Who are you?" she asked him, staring at him, flattening her ears. "Tell me your name." He, obviously, felt a bit nervous - what if his name defined his legacy? What if it told her everything?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Quartz." --  00:13, January 18, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Blossomheart held back a yelp of pain as Commaflower worked on her paw. ''You could be a little gentler! --- ''Ashflame quickly bounded away. Rainheart was soon going to have kits! They had their border meeting, and a welcome surprise had been waiting. "I'm going to have kits," Rainy had said. Ashflame refused to call her Rainy, only Rainheart. The only question was, what would happen to them? -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Aspenfern could've sworn she'd heard the name before, but she disregarded it - maybe there was another cat by the same name? Oh well, whatever. She enjoyed this - and she could tell that the tom was as well. Quartz - hah, his name made him sound like some exquisite mineral. Maybe one that's pretty, and nice. Of course she'd never seen jewels, but - oh well, who cares? She wanted to focus on the current situation.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After some talking, Quartz would invite her to his den - which he'd somehow made just outside both the borders of FlameClan and ScorchClan - and treat her well - well, not for long. After about a day and a half, she realized that she needed to get home. ''I need to go. I need to get home. She needed'' to go, to get home, to do her job. Why did I seriously not remember that I am the deputy of ScorchClan?!? Ashamed of herself, she parted with the tom, and promptly ran back home - she needed to go back.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Quartz quickly dove back into his psychopathic attitude. He should've killed Aspenfern - letting her go was an embarrassment. ''Great. I could have done a great job, and instead, I blew it.'' Oh well - she was sort of nice. She seemed okay, at least - maybe someone who wouldn't care if he killed a few cats? Nah, she'd definitely mind - all sane cats did, and she was obviously sane.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">--

<p style="font-weight:normal;">But now it had taken a toll on Aspenfern. She wasn't feeling great - in fact, she felt terrible. She swore to herself that it was just a bug. ''Just a bug. Just a-'' She held the thought in her mind as she stood, until she noticed the abnormal shape of her belly. No. I can't - how did this happen? Now in a state where of alarm, she felt as though she should be telling Alderstar before it spread, and rumors emerged. --  20:15, January 27, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw's leg was just about fully healed, although she continued to experience agonizing pain whenever she took a mere step. It made her feel pathetic, really, as if she was living in the shadows of her glorious littermates, who had already been full warriors. She, on the other hand, would probably be stuck as an apprentice forever, or forced into the elder's den. 22:57, January 28, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Although she tried hard to make herself not look suspicious, she wasn't able to - Flintwhisker would notice his deputy's movements. Is she sick? -- Aspenfern finally managed to reach her leader's den. "Alderstar? I-I need to speak with you...it's important." --  01:18, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar was in his den, and his ears flicked up as his deputy's voice. "...What is it?" he mewed, concern in his voice: there was something not quite right about Aspenfern, judging from how she spoke. -- 07:43, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">As concerned as she was, the deputy entered anyway, hoping her slightly swollen stomach wouldn't give it away. "There's something I need to say." Of course, she couldn't sit properly either - ugh. I never wanted this. "...A tom here - I won't say who - is going to be a father...to my kits." The words were hard to say - gosh, she never wanted to do this again. 11:00, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(two fools are in need of mentors, so if you got any open cats and are interested, yeh) Pyrepaw dragged a squirrel across the ground, looking like he was going to burst with pride. He had been an apprentce for about a moon or two now, this was his biggest catch yet. 18:35, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Emberflare could mentor one of them) Alderstar's ears pricked in surprise. Aspenfern wasn't... close with any toms in the Clan. "Okay..." he mewed, unsure of the words, before brushing his paw against the ground. -- 19:55, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(I have Bramble, Flint, River, and Eagle) The deputy was now extremely nervous - she needed to not embarrass herself. I have to stop panicking about my own actions. "Um, I-I'm going to go settle down...I won't be able to do my duty, can someone take my place for now?" As nervous as she was, she knew she couldn't put herself in front of her Clan. "Y-Y'know, only for now." 20:08, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Ember can mentor Sapphire, and i guess Bramble can mentor Pyre) Sapphirepaw was still strange to the eyes of other cats all those moons later. She wished she could be as Pyrepaw and have friends like he did. ''I don't have any friends... I guess Emberflare kinda is, but he's my mentor, so I don't know if that counts. ''She liked doing her chores without the other apprentices so they wouldn't make fun of her for being... well, weird. 23:25, January 29, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...So you want me to appoint a temporary deputy?" Alderstar inquired. Emberflare padded near Sapphirepaw. "We're going hunting soon," he mewed to his apprentice. -- 03:45, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Y-Yeah, only for now, since I'll probably be too busy caring for whatever little rascals I bear." She finally relaxed - thinking about the future eased her nerves. The deputy finally seemed to be calming down - she felt a bit better. But I need to stop worrying - it just makes everything worse, both for me and everyone else. Although she was concerned, she felt better, and that was what mattered. 10:18, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay," Sapphirepaw replied without looking up from the stick she was picking the bark off. She didn't know how to feel about training. Battle training was hard, and so was hunting, but hunting had a calmness to it she enjoyed. 13:59, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(stork, at some point we'll need to discuss who the temporary deputy should be ^^) Alderstar nodded. "...Very well." He paused. "When shall I appoint the temporary deputy? I'd like you to continue with your duties while you're still able to - even if it means just sending out patrols." "Get ready, then, we'll be heading off when you're ready to go," Emberflare replied, sitting down near the warriors' den. -- 18:27, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Aspenfern shuffled her paws. "I'll do my best to continue doing my duties as long as I can manage it." The deputy sighed and took a few breaths. ''...I'll expect three or four, I think. Queens don't usually have more than four kits.'' "Once I'm closer to their birth, I'll move to the nursery." 22:03, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay," Sapphirepaw said, picking up her half shredded stick and carrying it into the apprentices den. She hid it near her nest so she could finish later. She had no clue why she was doing it, but she thought it was interesting. Sapphirepaw squeezed through the den entrance and headed back over to Emberflare. "Okay, I'm ready." 22:43, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar nodded. "Cool. Let me know when you're ready to move to the nursery, so I can appoint your temporary replacement... you are dismissed, if that's all you need to say." "Cool," Emberflare mewed, rising to his paws and leading Sapphirepaw out of the camp. -- 22:47, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The deputy nodded and exited, unfocused as she jumped onto her post. It was a bit harder now - she couldn't heave herself up immediately. She managed to organize a hunting patrol - Albatrossflight, Eagletalon, Riversplash - before shifting and sitting on her side. Gosh, this won't be easy...they'll all know soon enough. She shook her head - she couldn't hide her pregnancy for too long. 23:08, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Nice catch," Featherflight commented when Pyrepaw padded into camp wit his head held high, squirrel clamped in his jaws. "Thunsks!" he said, voice muffled with fur. Sapphirepaw silently followed Emberflare out of camp, and catching a glimspe of Pyrepaw walking a few tail-lengths away with his prize. Maybe she could make the Clan proud by catching something like that. 23:16, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Eagletalon had noticed his deputy's movements, and swore that he wasn't the cause - ugh, he'd be kiled if he was the father. ''But I'm not the father. She wasn't close with anyone.''  23:20, January 30, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Applestorm was curled up asleep inside the nursery, her only surviving kitten with her. Acornkit, named for his dark pelt, sat looking over her body watching as Nightcloud's litter bounced about. He had been asked to join several times but had declined for his mother had begun to get sick. She had shaken off an odd illness twice since he was born. The young tom eyed the kittens before he shrunk behind the chocolate pelt of his mother. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:07, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm was looking for Bloomfur, purring to himself as he went along. Panthershade was being bitter, as he didn't like having his brother away from his side. He was always hanging out with that dumb she-cat. 20:35, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur was basking in the sun, her white spots glowing gold. "Take that to the queens," Featherflight ordered, and Pyrepaw bounded toward the nursery. 20:43, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ears pricking as he spotted the she-cat, Windstorm quickly approached the sunning figure. "Hello, Bloomfur." He spoke in a warm purr. Morningpaw chilled in the apprentice's den, lacking interest in any too-physical activities. The joins on her formerly broken limb often ached with pain, particularly on any rainy or cold days. 21:05, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur blinked her eyes open and gave her mate a sleepy smile. "Hi, Windstorm," she purred, reaching up to give his shoulder a nuzzle. --- Pyrepaw left the nursery after giving the queens his catch then hurried back over to the fresh-kill pile to grab a mouse for himself. 21:16, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Yawning, the deputy stood and jumped off, obviously not as nimble as normal. She landed hard on her paws, wincing for a moment. Hrrg, I need a nap. Entering the warriors' den, she settled in her nest to sleep, despite her uncomfortable position. 21:23, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"How're you? Everything going ok for you?" The silver tabby warrior asked his mate sweetly, a warm grin on his features. 21:26, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(when should she be expecting) Bloomfur shrugged. "Eh, been better. Tired all the time. I think I'm coming down with something," she said, shrugging again. "How about you?" 22:28, January 31, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(the sooner, the better) Windstorm nodded slowly. "I've been fine...Panthershade's been on edge, though." He then gave her a serious look. "But you need to get checked out if you're not feeling well." 00:48, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur was ready to argue, but thought better of it. If she was getting sick, she could infect the whole Clan. "Okay. I'll see her as soon as I can," she promised, with a light purr. "I'm sure everything's fine." 01:17, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">However much Aspenfern wanted to keep it silent, Brambleheart knew something was wrong. She could smell it - the scent of the nursery at the center of the warriors' den. It defined her decision, and she knew what it was. She knew that deputy was pregnant - and soon everyone would. She wondered for a moment who was the father - but she stopped herself after a moment. She had no right to ponder Aspenfern's personal business - that wasn't her own. 01:20, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Good," Windstorm gave his mate a loving nuzzle before stepping back. "But when you find out what's wrong, come and tell me, alright?" 01:21, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur nodded. "I'll be sure to," she said, rising to her paws as well. "I'll go now, I guess. If she's in camp." Pyrepaw finished his meal and burst into the apprentices den and flopped on the floor, too lazy to walk two extra steps to his nest. 01:28, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm gave her a firm nod in response, watching his mate as she walked off. Miststorm rose to her paws in a slow stretch. As of late, the dark gray warrior was curious of her past and bloodline, for she couldn't recall her parents and siblings, if she had any. 01:30, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Redriver stretched.  #oh what a beautiful morning  02:05, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Roran lead his patrol along, his DarkClan scent, and the scent of his patrol, well-hidden from mushrooms and garlic. But in his jaws rested a deceased FlameClan kitten, and its scent would make ScorchClan's territory stink of FlameClan. The war...it would begin. He motioned for Lemon and Sourise to follow as he spotted their target: Miststorm. Roran knew this would be tough, very tough. Miststorm was famed for being a) extremely salty, and b) a tough opponent. She wouldn't give up very easy. After noticing that she was very much alone, Roran gave a swift flick of his tail to signal the ambush. 02:46, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Redriver sneezed, she was feeling quite old.  #oh what a beautiful morning  02:48, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Lichenclaw made her way into camp, sadly with no catch, towards her former mentor. She greeted her with a gentle muzzle to the shoulder and licke to the cheek. Meanwhile, Applestorm still slept quietly her condition getting worse. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:07, February 1, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Roran charged out of the bracken with his claws extended, Miststorm quickly turning around and softly yelping in surprise. Although he had the upper hand by the ambush, the dark gray warrior was ready. She met Roran with her own claws, grabbing him by the shoulder blades and rolling onto her back before using her hind legs to kick him away. 00:52, February 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Waking, Aspenfern felt hungry. She attempted to not disturb Flintwhisker, who was sleeping in his spot, but wasn't able to - she knew her stomach just barely brushed his ears. As she was exitting, she heard him call, "Aspenfern? Everything okay?" 00:58, February 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur made her way toward the medicine den. "Hey, Commaflower? Ya in there?" she called. Lemon followed Roran's orders and chared out of the bracken, flying over to the she-cat and digging his claws into her shoulder fur. 03:02, February 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sourise joined the attack, snarling as she leapt forward. -- 03:58, February 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Miststorm let out a snarl of pain as she felt claws digging into her shoulders. Pinning her ears, she aimed a furious smack at his face to free herself, while Roran stumbled back onto his feet to join back in on the fray. 04:00, February 2, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ashflame quickly raced out the camp, to find Rainy. She met him at the border. "The kits?" he asked. "They're due soon. But there are more important matters to discuss. I want to come back to ScorchClan." Ashflame stared at her in surprise. "I can't care for the kits living like this." Her tail swished back and forth over the leaves. "OK then, let's go." The walked back to camp. He hoped no one would be angry at him for bringing her. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With her pregnancy now completely obvious, Aspenfern slipped out of camp, wanting to fend for herself for a moment. She wanted to hunt - even if she wasn't in the greatest shape. Spotting a mouse, she crouched and felt her stomach brush against the ground. Great. Pouncing before the mouse could run, she felt herself land hard on the ground. Whatever...it's not like they're gonna come or anything.  00:49, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sapphirepaw scented the air, then picked up the scent of mouse. She frowned. Not a big rabbit, but it was better than nothing. She forgot she was hunting with her mentor and wandered away from him quietly. She tracked the mouse the a burrow, which was a bit large to be a mouse hole, her shoulders could fit through it. But that's where the scent led to. Maybe she should go inside the dark hole?

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight had recently kitted three kits, whom she hadn't named yet. Their father was Fernclaw, but she held no interest in ever being his mate. It was a one night thing... but she was happy to have kits. She had always wanted to be a mother. Every bit of uselessness that had clogged her mind was now gone, replaced with a purpose; to care for these kits, no matter what.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur paced around outside camp. She had gone to Commaflower and had been given some... news... How would Windstorm feel? They just became mates not too long ago... what if this was all too soon? She decided she'd keep her promise to tell him what the medicine cat was. She couldn't break it. Besides, maybe he'd be happy.... 01:38, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Panthershade was acting very...odd, more cold than usual. He was suddenly casting these dark looks, as if he knew something that Windstorm didn't, and was terribly disappointed. So, Windstorm avoided him, looking is mate instead. 01:43, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Having now lost the mouse (as it had escaped between her paws before she could grab it), Aspenfern gave up and rested for a moment. She sort of wanted to sleep - ooh, time to finally settle down. ''Hah. I'm not looking forward to it.'' Standing, she reentered the camp, approaching Alderstar's den. "Hey, Alderstar, um, I've got to start thinking about settling soon...we should discuss a replacement." 01:51, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur took a deep breath and padded into camp. She spotted Windstorm and hurried over, with an anxious smile. "Hey, Windstorm. I went to see Commaflower. Everything's fine," she said, her smile widening as she became more anxious. "But... there's is something going on... you see... oh... well, you're a father!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Meanwhile, Fernclaw walked nearby the border, his eyes set for a vole nearby, and paying little attention to anything else around him. 21:07, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With a quick and silent slash to the tom's neck, Quartz would kill Fernclaw in a moment. ''A bloody kill, but he was bleeding on his neck already. Geez, this stuff's as simple as killing a rabbit.'' -- After some talking, Aspenfern would exit Alderstar's den. She'd helped him decide a temporary replacement, and was now awaiting his announcement before she would resign herself to the nursery. Well, whatever...they are closer now, and they're gonna be great. --  21:14, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernclaw had no idea what was happening, but it ended before he could figure it out. Poor boy. Meanwhile, Sandtail pricked his ears. Something felt weird... huh, oh well. He got to his paws and decided to see Featherflight's kits - who were his brothers kits - say... didn't his brother leave camp like, a really long time ago? how odd. He shrugged and padded into the nursery. 21:19, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm's jaw dropped in surprise, but warmth was quick to glow in his vibrant optics. "Really?" He gasped, breathless by the news. "This is great news! When're you do? A moon? Tomorrow? Today?!" 21:21, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur giggled, and relief swept over her. Windstorm's reaction was way better than what she was expecting. "In about a moon, most likely." 21:28, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay...you should probably move into the nursery soon?" Secretly, he was quite disappointed that their kits wouldn't arrive sooner, he was excited to meet them.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Miststorm shook off her attackers, blood oozing from her shoulder wounds and a cut on her cheek. Panting, she glanced around frantically, awaiting their next move. She rapidly went sideways as she felt Roran's skull ram into her side, knocking her breath away. 21:31, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur nodded. "Yeah, I probably should..." she sighed, hating the fact she'd have to step down from warrior duties for nearly eight moons. "I'm so excited! I wonder how many we'll have? Or what they'll look like?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Lemon was throw to the ground, and he was shocked at how well the she-cat was doing, fending off three attackers. They weren't wrong about her being fearsome in battle. But his clanmates weren't backing down anytime soon. 21:37, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Aspenfern gave herself an estimation. ''Hm...a few weeks? A moon? Nah, it has to be sooner than a moon. Around two weeks maybe?'' Parental thoughts haunted her, but she reminded herself that she could raise them on her own - and with the help of her clan of course. She had to wonder what would've happened if she had a brother, sister, or other close family with her, and how they would've felt. ''But I never had any brothers or sisters. And I was told that I was an orphan.'' --  21:38, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm thought for a moment. "I guess they'll look like either you or me, right? Probably darn-right handsome and beautiful!" He grinned widely.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Miststorm bared her fangs at Roran, finding herself to be quite stunned after that head-butt. "What do you want with me?" She wheezed through gritted teeth, glaring up at Roran as he approached with his ears pinned. "Beats the crap out of me, I didn't pick who we kidnapped." 21:41, February 4, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur purred. "I don't even know where to start..." she said after a moment, looking thoughtfully lost. "Sandy!" One of the kits screeched with glee and flew at Sandtail, biting down on his large paw. Her teeth were so small it felt only like a tickle. "Hello. I see you've opened your eyes!" he remarked. "Yeah! I'm the fluffiest," the tiny gold and white she-kit boasted, fluffing out her short tail and looking at her flowy pelt in pride.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No! I'm the flurriest!" yowled her golden brother, charging at her and knocking her off her paws. "Just look at my tail! It's way flurrier than yours!" he huffed, pulling himself away to sit in a regally with his chin held high. "Mama said she's going to name us soon, when daddy gets back," the smallest kit, a tiny solid gray tom with piercing blue eyes was suddenly beneath Sandtail. "When is he coming back? I haven't seen him in an hour. I miss him." 00:26, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A master at detecting the scents of dead cats and blood, Eagletalon pricked his ears. "Stay back. Someone has been killed nearby." --  00:36, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sandtail blinked at the kit. "I have no idea, Skip," he said. The kits had no real names yet, but Featherflight had nicknamed them Skip, Tuft, and Fluff. Skippy turned away from him, seeming to forget about his dad (nice) and turned to his mother. "Can we go outside?" he asked, eagerly kneading the ground. The other two kits perked up. "Yeah! We'll be good!" 00:48, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"We could always think of names?" Windstorm suggested gently. Miststorm let out a low growl, her eyes burning harshly into the calm yet intimidating glare of Roran. The gray she-cat didn't flinch at all. "I don't plan on going anywhere." She snarled up at him, despite remaining on the ground and clearly exhuasted from the fight. "I didn't ask if you wanted to be kidnapped, furball." 01:52, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Eagletalon led his patrol through the forest carefully, pausing in horror as he spotted blood. "Over there. Riversplash, go see." The young gray tabby poked his head through the bushes and allowed his fur to raise in alarm. "oh yeah...there's one of ou Clanmates dead. I think it's Fernclaw." --  15:22, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Miststorm bared her fangs up at Roran, who in turn, beat her senseless until she finally went unconscious. Once she did so, Roran dragged her over the border, heading into FlameClan to spread the ScorchClan molly's scent all over, so Spirit and her patrol may get the prize: Ashbreeze. 19:31, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The partol of toms would end up taking Fernclaw's body back to camp, calling for Featherflight and Sandtail. 19:55, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight rolled her eyes, annoyed at being called out of the den. Sandtail ordered the kits to stay put until they got back. The two warriors left the den and saw the yellow toms body. Featherflight's brows raised slightly in surprise and Sandtail's mouth hung open with shock. "What happened to him?" it took all of his strength to get the words out. 20:46, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Someone - a rogue - killed him. The killer appears to have left - there was no sign of them anywhere," Eagletalon murmured, turning to Albatrossflight and Riversplash. "I suggest you two go guard the nursery. We don't know if the rogue is gonna come back, and we can't risk losing any of our kits or queens - or our deputy." 21:08, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight nodded. "I'll keep my eyes open too," she said, then turned and hurried back to the nursery. Sandtail watched her go with bleak eyes. "So noooooow can we gooooo?" the golden tom, nicknamed Tuft, begged as soon as Featherflight entered the den. It'd be awesome! They could see the whole camp, maybe some of the warriors would even play! To his dismay, Featherflight shook her head. Tuft felt rage bubbling up in him. "But you said! You lied! Liar!" he hissed. Featherflight sighed. "There's something I've got to tell you, kits..." 22:41, February 5, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(needa do this ceremony... life is busy, i have school, and yyyyeah) Now that Aspenfern and he had discussed the choice for temporary deputy, the gray-and-brown tabby summoned his Clan together, needing to tell them who the chosen cat was. "As most of you know, Aspenfern is stepping down for her duties temporarily while she has her kits," he began, gaze sweeping over his warriors. "We have discussed who will do her duties during this time, and we have settled on a cat who we feel will do these duties well... StarClan, may you approve this choice as well." At this, Alderstar paused, taking a couple of breaths before continuing:

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"The temporary deputy of ScorchClan will be Windstorm." -- 07:31, February 6, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Rainheart entered the camp after Ashflame, this being the second time she had returned, and she was only hoping they wouldn't be mad at her. She put a paw inside, but looking at all the cats, she began to have second thoughts. She quietly stepped in, feeling that she needed to be here. She just wanted to sneak into a den and hide, but that wouldn't help. And they would find her anyway. --- Shadowdapple and Sweetfire gasped as they smelled the scent they hadn't known until their warrior ceremonies. Rainheart! -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit sat beside his mother's silent body. She was always sleeping and it had set him intoa rather deep depression. His eyes had darkened noticably and his pelt had become knotted and unkempt due to it. He looked around, most kept away because of his temper now away days. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:13, February 6, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur watched the ceremony in silence, though pride filled her heart. Her mate was ScorchClan's deputy! He would do a great job.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Tuft glared up at Featherflight with confused eyes. "What?" she had already told her kits that their father was gone. Featherflight didn't reply and instead curled up in her nest. "Best not to go outside," she said, before closing her eyes. Fernkit hit the ground with a tiny paw in frustation. "What does she mean he's dead?" he huffed. What did dead even mean? Fluff shrugged, looking confused as well. "I think it means he's in StarClan now, with his past family and friends," his silver and white brother said, looking up at the den roof with a wondering look. 16:44, February 6, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pricking her ears at the scent of loner and queen, Aspenfern's fur rose. "Looks as though we've got a visitor. Ashflame!" She'd already watched Riversplash stop Albatrossflight from running over and snarling at the loner. "Who's that with you?" 00:06, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Warmth spread throughout the chest of Windstorm, and the pride he was feeling was overwhelming. Finally, he'd follow in the pawsteps of his mother...ok, yeah, this was only temporary, but he was sure it was making his sire and dam proud nonetheless. "I accept, Alderstar." He couldn't help but to say this with a purr. 00:34, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">While waiting for a response, Aspenfern felt a sudden jerk in her stomach, worry entering her body. No. It's only contractions... Even more shoving on her belly...oh no, this wasn't going to be good. 00:47, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit had fallen asleep. Again! He woke with a rather hard jerk to see his mother still sleeping sides barely moving but this times Commaflower was in standing over her with a sad look on her face. "Acornkit," the cream and tortoiseshell medicine cat murmured softly before her gaze averted.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No! Save my mother! You can do it. You have the connection to StarClan." The kitten wailed angrily. Acornkit's hazel eyes filling with grief. "Can't you try." He whispered. Commaflower's pale blue eyes went to his hazel ones before she spoke. "I'll leave for the moonpoll tonight but Acornkit, if I can't find a solution we must let her go peacefully. I can't shove a ton of herbs down her throat." <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:13, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">For the first time ever since her injury, Morningpaw was heading out for a hunt. Windstorm was leading the patrol, a few other warriors tagging along. Little Morningpaw was struggling a bit, with her formerly broken leg being stiff and awkward as she crouched. 23:33, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Rushwind had originally been part of Windstorm's patrol, but he'd sort of... wandered off. A beautiful, delicate butterfly had caught his eye, and he'd followed it- watching it swing and loop through the air with a kit's fascination. The black tom lost sight of it and sighed, sitting down to simply gaze at the treetops.  #oh what a beautiful morning  23:41, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">...It was starting to get worse. ''Great. That's all I need.'' Aspenfern desperately wished to enter the nursery, and not kit in the camp. Riversplash immediately noticed her moaning, and nudged Albatrossflight. "We need to get her in the nursery. She's not looking well." The two toms would support her on either side and help her into her nest, where her first scream emerged. Riversplash hated being around screaming cats but...well, this was his deputy. He knew she didn't really have anywhere else, nor did she have much anyone close to her. It was better he stayed, he decided. --  23:44, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa sat down away from everyone in the camp, her eyes traveled around the clearing. Her fur was spiked end, and she hissed at anyone who came near her. Her soft brown eyes held fear. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 23:52, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Panthershade glared at the camp's entrance, enraged by his older brother's promotion. Just another thing for him to gloat about, right? But then again, Windstorm was always with that pesky Bloomfur, so it wasn't like his brother would hang out with him anyways. Windstorm glanced around in confusion. "Where's Rushwind?" Good job, first day on the job, and he already lost someone. 23:54, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa turned her soft brown eyes on Panthershade, she watched him suspicously, but didn't move away from her spot. Her eyes narrowed slightly as seh watched him. // Orcatooth was eating a peice of prey by herself. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 23:58, February 7, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After a moment, Riversplash could sense another cat nearby. "Aspen-" Oh gosh. Already, she had bore one - a tom. It was a tom that was exactly like the sunset - but there was something familiar about him... Nevermind that. Aspenfern would figure out his name later - although Riversplash already had an idea about what she would name him. --  00:21, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Rising to his paws, the salty Panthershade stalked off, growling curses under his breath as he went along. Where was Miststorm, anyways? Really, he didn't care about her at all (or anyone, for that matter), but he was painfully curious as to why she was gone for so long. 00:22, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orcatooth yawned as she stood up and shook her fur out, she bent down to take the last bite of her foot before she started to groom herself // Boa rested her head on her paws, and started to close her eyes, but something made her keep them open as she watched Panthershade and then casted them over to Riversplash. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 00:25, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The spotted warrior twitched his ear. Great, Windstorm was out of camp. He didn't feel like bothering Alderstar either, so he'd have to wait for his "oh-so noble" brother to return. Huffing, Panthershade flopped down by the camp's exit in a salty manner. 00:30, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Leaving the nursery after a moment, Riversplash rested himself outside the den alongside Albatrossflight, listening to the moans coming from inside. --  00:42, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa watched the the tom, Boa knew she should be in the nursery but she didn't really want to be there, she wanted to be far away from them. Boa was afriad of toms, so she eyed them carfullally. Her eyes turned on Panthershade once more. //Orcatooth walked over to Panthershade. "You have someone watching you." she mewoed pointing to Boa before walking over to Riversplash. "How are you doing?" BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 00:44, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Semi-alright. Just listening to Aspenfern." Riversplash pricked his ears as he heard the kitting queen scream again. "And no, I'm not interested in her - there's a reason why cats can be aromantic, y'know." --  00:52, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Probably because I'm the hottest thing around." Panthershade muttered under his breath before sourly looking away. 01:00, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orcatooth rolled her eyes. "Just go talk to her, and stop moping around!" she called over her shoulder, before turning her attention back to Riversplash. "I never asked if you are intreasted in her." she meowed her soft brown eyes looked at him, as she turned them away and down at her paws, and then up into the sky. /// Boa watched Orcatooth with a narrow of her eyes, before turning them back on Panthershade. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:05, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Panthershade did not 'talk' with others, the arrogant tom 'snapped' at others. So, naturally, he had no interest in approach. He only desired answers as to why Miststorm was gone for so long. Although he was certain that when Windstorm arrived with his patrol, he'd have answers. 01:07, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa finally stood up and doged every tom she saw, and then when she came cross him, she backed away slowly and watched him with fear in her brown eyes. Her eyes seemed to say stay away from me, dont hurt me please. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:15, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Go away, or I'll give you a nice couple of scars." Panthershade spoke flatly, but his tone remained threatening and his eyes narrowed. Naturally, he meant what he said. He shredded one of his clanmates before, and he'd never hesitate to do it again. 01:19, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa narrowed her eyes. She wasn't going to let the fear of some snappy tom make her afriad so, standing firm she pointed to her throat which had scars across them, she looked up into his eyes and pointed to her belly and then mouthed. "Your scars won't hurt as much as I hurt already." BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:21, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't give a mousedung. Move on." He snarled with his ears pinned, clearly uninterested in conversation. If that wasn't clear enough, he wouldn't hesitate to give her a nice slash to the cheek. 01:27, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa narrowned her soft brown eyes at him, but didn't move. Only she wrapped her tail around her belly, that was showing signs of unborn kits. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:32, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">This cat was annoying him...so, Panthershade lashed out at her with an extended claw. Whatever, he didn't break his promises. Cats got cuffed around the ears all the time, they just needed to learn their lesson. 01:34, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orcatooth turned her eyes over on Panthershade for just a split second and saw him lash out at her. "Panthershade!" she hissed as she walked over to the tom. "What do you think your'e doing! Lashing out at a Queen!" she growled at her clanmate. // Boa whimpered in pain as the claw went across her face. Imagine's flashed in her mind, her father clawing her thoat nearling killing her.... BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:37, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan (Drama I love it! XD)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, that's what happens when you don't listen!" Panthershade snapped in response without hesitation, flexing his claws threateningly. "Now, leave me alone, or I'll give the both of you some nice scars." He hissed with a lash of his tail, bothered by their presences. Could nobody leave him alone? Whatever, they were irking this fight by refusing to leave him be, he was the victim here. 01:40, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orcatooth skidded in front of him, her brown eyes blazing. "I dont give a mouedug. You want a scar? I'll give you one. " she hissed and craked across his cheek, after it was done she walked away from hiss with a growl. Walking over to Boa, she helped the she-cat up. "Let's get you in a nice nest, how about that sweetie." // Boa nodded and stood up with the help of Orcatooth. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:43, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Panthershade nonchalantly dodged the attack, for nobody was to touch his cheeks. In his beliefs, a slap/lash at the cheek was a manner of asking to become mates. So only his future mate, and she only, would ever touch his cheek. Thankful for the final peace, he returned to chilling by himself. Ah, finally...peace and quiet. 01:47, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Orcatooth looked back at Panthershade and hissed. "I hope no one will ever love you! You foxdug!" she hissed. "I wouldn't want to ever be mates with someone who lashes out at a Queen." with one final growl she helped Boa to the nursery. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 01:51, February 8, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He ignored the she-cat's comment. Probably why she was single. Panthershade was flawless. And straight-up handsome. Or so he thought. 01:56, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernclaw's body was buried and Featherflight allowed her kits outside. She had also given them proper names. Tuft, now Fernkit stomped around, eyes round with excitement and shredded anything he saw. Maybe he could even shred someone's tail! Fluff, Pearkit, chased after her new Clanmates, saying hello to them and asking what their favorite colors were, meanwhile, Littlekit sulked. 02:15, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Within a moment, Aspenfern had finally calmed - and with that, she was finished. A gray tabby she-cat and a cinnamon tabby tom, along with the sunset-orange tom, laid at her side, mewling. She knew she wanted to name them, but she wanted to give herself a moment to relax. ''Owlkit... Galekit... the last one is..um, he'll be unnamed for now.''  02:20, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflower left Acornkit, who had gone silent and curled up next to Applestorm's warm body. She had a high temperature and the medicine cat was worried that Acornkit would catch the sickness too but every time she tried to remove him from his mother he always found a way back to her. The cream tortoiseshell made her way to Alderstar's den. She wanted to tell him that she needed to journey to the moonpool to see StarClan. "Alderstar?" <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:18, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Nothing. Morningpaw had caught nothing. Head bowed in shame, she sulked back to camp with Windstorm, who had some bad news about Miststorm. He patiently waited by Alderstar's den, while Morningpaw sat down with a soft thud. She'd be forced to retire into the elder's den for sure, unless she was given some other special purpose in her ridiculous life. 15:30, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit eyed his mother, she seemed stable for now and he wanted so bad to talk to somebody just interact. It had been weeks, no months. Since he'd done so and now he had become a depressive and anxious shell. He walked out of the nursery head bowed lost in thought when he bumped into Morningpaw. "Oh.." he whispered. "I-I'm sorry," <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:34, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw flinched as she was bumped into, pressing more weight against her formerly broken leg. She gritted her teeth in slight agony, for the bone was still tender. "I-It's ok." She said this quickly through her gritting teeth, stomach twisting. 15:38, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit felt as though he was about to just cry. He could see the pain in her eyes and he couldn't just sit there. "I can go get Commaflower. I'm sure she's more of a help to you than she is my mother." He said before snapping his mouth shut, regretting his words. Tears filling his hazel eyes. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:40, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, no, it's fine." Morningpaw replied swiftly, although she remained monotonous because of her darkening thoughts. She'd never be able to make it to the rank of a warrior if having a kitten run into her hurt. "She can't fix it, it's already healed. The pain'll always be there, until I retire into the elder's den because I'm incapable of being a warrior, and then die of something like depression." She sure had a positive outlook. 15:44, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(this got dark - my life is dark omi) "Well at least we have something in common," he said, hazel eyes darkening. "Dying of depression." Acornkit gave a heavy sigh. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:46, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"At least you'll make it to a warrior." Morningpaw mumbled flatly. "I've been stuck as an apprentice for a few extra moons now. Still can't pass my assessment. Or hunt, for that matter." 15:47, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm sure you'll find a way to prove to them. I think your great, you have a strong soul." He says softly. His hazel eyes on her. Despite his sad moments he knew this molly was strong. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 16:54, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw let out a soft snort. "I wish I could. I'm incapable of hunting, and fight like a mouse." She mumbled under her breath. "I'd be better off in the elder's den telling stories to young kits." 16:58, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If you - er - don't mind me asking how did you break your leg?" He asked curiously. Hazel gaze on her face the whole time. He was a young but determined to get her spirits up and if he could do that he would.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderpaw walked into camp with her mentor, and adoptive father, Crowclaw. He had been going on and on and on about hunting birds. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:00, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Story-telling. She might as well get used to it... "I ran off a cliff, I was being chased by a fox that I couldn't handle. Even before I broke my leg, I was a poor fighter." 17:01, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh that's unfortunate. Where was your mentor?" He asked. The brown tabby casting his hazel eyes on the ground. ''Was her mentor not there to protect her? Or her parents?'' <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:04, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw gave a small shrug. "Back at camp, I was on a patrol with some warriors and not my mentor. Think I might've been gathering stuff..." 17:05, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh, did those warriors not help?" He asked, he watched as Stormkit walked into the nursery. She was the daughter that claimed to have been sent from StarClan but who knew. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:08, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I had wandered off from them a ways, and then they never caught up to me in time." She gave a small shrug of her slender shoulders. "But StarClan makes everything happen for a reason, I guess. Even if it means my life is to be miserable." 17:10, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit nodded and sat down beside her. "Your more than a pawn you know." He said. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:32, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw twitched an ear. "This is Clan life, and as of right now, gathering things is all I'm useful for, so long as it isn't prey." 17:33, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Even though he was unnamed, Sunsetkit opened his amber eyes, blinking them for the first time. ''Mother! She's so big, oh wow...'' Glancing around and spotting his brother and sister, he poked them quietly, watching Galekit shift and yawn before going back to sleep. 23:34, February 8, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit looked around in bewilderment at everything that was going on. He padded out from his shadowy shelter, and as soon as he did he tripped some warriors. Pearkit watched Littlekit with distate, then hurried over to Fernkit who found some werid looking stick thing. Meanwhile, Bloomfur was making her nest in the nursery. Her heart pounded. Wow, this was all really happening. What would it be like? When she heard the other queens having their kits it sounded terrible. But it'd be all worth it. ''I'm so scared. '' 01:16, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit pushed forward with his words. "No, no not that. You'll be even greater. I know you will. Despite your challenges StarClan will give you your rest when the time comes they just need to know if you can handle it." He said. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 16:54, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pyrepaw sunned himself near the apprentices den, while Sapphirepaw batted a stick nearby. She had an obbsesion with sticks. Sandtail was sulky because of Fernclaw's death, but he still watched his brothers kits bothering the camp with warm eyes. His eyes fell onto Minkclaw. 17:27, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minkclaw sauntered into camp, alone this time. Her and Spiderheart had finally begun to get separate interests. Spiderheart had been seeing a tom in FlameClan without her sister knowing and Minkclaw well she had been getting an interest in Sandtail. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:32, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The corner of Sandtail's mouth curved into a little smile as his heart felt a little lighter and he decided to pad over. "Evening, Minkclaw. How are you?" 17:35, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm good and you?" She asked, as she glanced around. Applestorm must be in the nursery. She had heard that her sister had caught some sickness and Acornkit had caught a heavy depression but now he was with Morningpaw. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:38, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Fernclaw died," Sandtail stated, sadly. "But his kits are out causing trouble now. I'm in charge of watching them. It's a high honer, really," he added, puffing out his chest with pride, then giving himself an embarrassed lick. 17:41, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Ashflame hesitated. "Umm...Aspenfern, say hello to Rainheart. My mate. She was once a ScorchClan cat." He twitched is ear. "She's having kits and can't take care of them as a loner." Rainheart stood behind her mate. She feared what these cats could do. She growled at the cat trying to attack her, hoping she sounded stronger than she felt. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Oratooth just came back from hunting by herself, she turned her yellow eyes on her clanmates, she had to pecices of prey in her mouth /// Boa was away from everyone else, she was hiding under a bush. Her swollen belly was hidden BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:53, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With his brother's eyes open, Owlkit opened his green ones, watching Sunsetkit for a moment. Galekit, still slumbering beside Aspenfern, yawned and lightly tapped her small talons against her mother's belly. Aspenfern herself was sleeping - the deputy's kitting had taken a lot out of her. 23:13, February 9, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa watched her eyes travled over to the tiny kits, Boa couldn't wait for her's too come, even though they her brothers. Boa rested her head on her paws and looked away /// Orcatooth took her prey and headed to the nursery, shw turned her eyes on Aspenfern. "Here." she meowed and dropped the prey at her feet. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 23:22, February 9, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well I truly am sorry for your loss." The elegant calico said shifting her skinny body. Her amber gaze on the tan tom. "I truly hope it gets better for you." She say with a small smile. Minkclaw drags her prey closer to her body toying with it with her claws now. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:22, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sandtail nodded. "Thanks," he was silent for a few moments, trying to find a different topic. "Great catch, by the way," he nodded down toward the prey at her paws. 15:44, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Thanks. Maybe we can share it?" She asked smiling. The calico sat down softly pushing it towards him. Despite her eating like a cow the molly was always skinny due to her high metabolism. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 16:54, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sandtail nodded, smiling. "Sure. You have the first bite," he meowed, sitting down beside her. "What is it?" Pearkit asked Fernkit, her eyes glittering at the prickly wood thing. She arched her back and let out a little growl at it. "It looks dangerous!" she snarled, then mock charged at it. Fernkit huffed. "I can take care of it," he said, padding forward and giving it a smack. "Ow!" 18:01, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Shadowdapple and Sweetfire gasped, running over to Rainheart. "Rainheart!" they cried in unison. "What are you doing here?" Shadowdapple curiously asked. She then saw that Rainheart looked...different. "Kits!" she meowed. "But whose?" Sweetfire said quietly. Her tail swished silently back and forth. "We should go get Alderstar or Windstorm to let them know you're here." She padded off towards Windstorm. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Hearing his medicine cat at the entrance do his den, Alderstar mewed for Commaflower to come inside. -- 20:25, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflowert entered her blue gaze filled with all kinds of emotions. The most being fear and worry. The cream tortoiseshell greeted Alderstar quickly before speaking. "I'm sorry to so quickly to interrupt you Alderstar but Applestorm isn't getting better and I fear she won't but I ask permission to go see StarClan for it?" She asks.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mapleflower walks into camp with the patrol she had been out with. The primarily black warrior stretching. She had grown old with her age and her bones weak. She hadn't really seen Sedgefrost around either but had noticed both of her children becoming noticeably great warriors. Leafbrook a pretty young she-cat and Birchcloud handsome.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minkclaw took the first bite before pushing it to Sandtail. "Your nephews and nieces are quite adorable, Acornkit seems to be the opposite of them actually." She said. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 20:32, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar nodded. "Sure, if you think it could help." Sedgefrost's ears flicked as he saw his mate enter camp. Leafbrook was out hunting with a patrol. -- 20:35, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflower nodded. "Thank you. Have you heard anything about Ashbreeze?" She asked. "If not I can keep my eyes open if I run into Crowfrost." Mapleflower purred as she caught sight of her mate. She made her way towards him, eyes bright. 'Sedgefrost," she greeted him. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean!  20:40, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, I haven't, and if anything happened I'm sure that FlameClan would send a patrol over," the tabby leader mewed gruffly, his tail twitching slightly. "Mapleflower," Sedgefrost purred, his tail waving in excitement. -- 20:44, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflower nodded. "I hope she hasn't been harmed," the medicine cat murmured as she slowly turned to leave she was sure Stormstar wouldn;t let his daughter be in harms way with her expecting but..

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mapleflower gave a throaty chuckle. "I've missed that smile," she whispered in his ear. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 20:46, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar watched Commaflower leave in silence. Sedgefrost only purred in reply, having no words to say. -- 20:48, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Commaflower would leave once the camp was silent, she didn't to leave in the middle of the day and be responsible for Applestorm's death then what if the queen died while she was gone? Worry filled the medicine cat's heart that it set panic so deep.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mapleflower curled her tail around her paws. "How about a walk?" She offered. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 20:51, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...Sure, I wouldn't mind that." Sedgefrost nodded as he rose onto his paws. "Are we going right now?" -- 20:53, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sandtail let out a purr, glacing over to Pearkit and Fernkit who were trying to battle a pinecone. "How is Applestorm doing? And Acornkit?" 21:56, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sweetfire was about to go to Windstorm but decided to go over to Alderstar. She stood outside his den. "Alderstar!" she called out. "I need to tell you something." She felt nervous that he might reject her aunt, but she tried looking as calm as possible. Her tail was still swishing across the ground. --- Rainheart was watching her niece walk over to the den of the leader that she had never truly met. Ashflame turned to her. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you can stay." he whispered. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Gah, he was busy again! Breathless and impatient, Windstorm paced outside of Alderstar's den. He didn't like being temporary deputy all that much...maybe it was just a first-day thing? Either way, he knew one thing for sure: this disappearance of Miststorm was no accident. 23:30, February 10, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sweetfire noticed Windstorm. "Oh, Windstorm. I need to tell you something. We have a visitor, okay?" she meowed. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Nervously, Windstorm bounced on his paws, as if he was a kit terrified of an upcoming event. "As much as I'd love to have a nice long chat with a new-face, it's of uptmost importance that I report to Alderstar ASAP." 01:01, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Rushwind began to head back to camp, feeling ashamed he'd let his imagination distract him again. Why couldn't he just be ''grown up? '' #oh what a beautiful morning  01:12, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">With a sigh, Aspenfern longly watched the nursery entrance, desiring her duties again. I miss the patrols and hunting...but I bore these kits for a reason, and that was to make them great. Sunsetkit had ended up outside, and jumped around the camp. His brother, Owlkit, wasn't as confident, but he wandered towards the medicine den. Galekit hung with her mother, nervous about the outside world. 01:42, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pearkit noticed other kits outside. Fernkit growled. "Other kits?" he huffed. I should smack them! "Let's say hi!" Pearkit decided, already running over. Fernkit followed with flattened ears.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit got worried when he saw more cats heading his way and scurried back to the nursery, eyes wide and panting. 02:56, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit sat in the nursery, she jumped as a cat ran back in. She quickly recognized Littlekit. She gave him a nod but didn't speak, her eyes were dull. 'Should I talk to him?' she thought, a small sigh escaped her mouth. 03:03, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit blinked at the gray and white she-kit. His harsh breathing settled and he forced himself to relax. She looked nice... And Featherflight said he needed to make some friends... "Uh... hi... I'm Littlekit. What's your name?" he asked, quietly. 03:07, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"My name is Minnowkit, it's nice to meet you. No need to be nervous, by the way.." She replied softly, her dark green gaze softened slightly. "How are you, Littlekit?" 03:13, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit blinked. "Nice to meet you, Minnowkit. I'm okay... everything's just really... overwelming... and the world is really... big..." he sighed. Would his mother be disappointed in him? Why could he be like his brother and sister? Eager to meet new cats, without a trace of fear. "... how are you?" 03:17, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm sure it'll get easier to talk to others soon. Also, I'm fine I guess, thank you for asking.." She replied, shuffling her paws. "Uh, would you talk to others if I came out with you? To tell you the truth, you're the first cat I've acutally talked to.." She added softly, flicking her tail. 03:22, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit twitched his whiskers thoughtfully. Having someone by his side, helping him might work, and he'd be helping her at the same time, right? He slowly nodded. "Maybe... we can try it." 03:26, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit nodded and pushed herself to her small paws. She quickly shook out her fur, disloding the moss that stuck to her. "I'm nervous," she murmrued, glancing around the den. 'I'm sure we can do this..' she thought, trying to calm herself. 03:30, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit looked out the den entrance, tense. "I'm nervous too... but it'll be okay. We have each other," he said, giving his new friend a sidelong glance. "Here goes nothing..." he gulped, then slowly made his way out of the den. 03:33, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit walked out beside him, her eyes narrowed slightly. "It's not too bad out here. You alright?" She murmured, glancing over at him. 'Well, looks like I made a friend..' she thought. 03:36, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit nodded stiffly. "Who should we go talk to first? There are so many cats..." he said, mouth agap. "... For starters, I can take you over to my siblings." 03:39, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Whatever you want to do, it's up to you.." She replied, glancing around anxiously. She flicked her ears, not being used to so many cats speaking and moving around her. 03:41, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Wondering how many cats were wanting to visit his den today, Alderstar permitted Windstorm to come into the den. -- 03:45, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm took in a deep breath. "Al-Alderstar, I took out my first patrol, by the border, closest to FlameClan...Miststorm's scent...there was FlameClan scent all over, and blood. They...They took her." 03:47, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit nodded, then headed over to Fernkit, who had left Pearkit and was now picking the ground. "Hey, Fernkit," he greeted his brother. Fernkit looked up and glared at them. "Hey, who are you?" he asked, blinking at Minnowkit. 03:49, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">At once, Alderstar hissed furiously. "How..." the words that he spoke were in a low pitch, a hint of fury to them. "How... how dare they break that peace treaty!" He looked annoyed. "We'll need to talk to Stormstar about this, I will not tolerate FlameClan taking one of our warriors." -- 03:52, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Uh, I'm Minnowkit.." She mumbled, giving him a polite nod. She looked around anxiously and sighed softly. 'I shouldn't be so scared..' She thought. 03:53, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernkit narrowed his eyes. Why were they acting so weird? Are they threatening him!? his pelt bristled. Littlekit hutupffed at his stupid brother, rolling his eyes. "Nice to meet you," Fernkit said, forcing his pelt flat and relaxing. These kits were no threat. 03:57, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yeah, you too." She replied, her eyes narrowed slightly. 'What's his problem?' She thought, flicking her tail. She glanced over at Littlekit but didn't speak. 03:59, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit frowned. "Let's go see someone else..." he murmured, giving his brother a nod. "Sorry about him... he can be a little... you know..." he said trailing off. Now who should they see? 04:05, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, I don't know anyone...Do you?" She murmured, tilting her head slightly. The she-kit looked around the camp. 04:09, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ummm...." Littlekit's gaze flickered around the clearing, suddenly feeling small again. "No... there's my uncle Sandtail, but he looks busy..." he smiled a little, blinking at Sandtail and Minkclaw. 04:14, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well we could just talk if you want.." She murmured, looking at her paws. "What's it like to have littermates and a mother?" She added, sighing softly. 04:17, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Because she was hanging around camp and had nothing to do, Storkwing slunk out of camp. -- 04:17, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Stormstar burst into ScorchClan's camp. Although he tried to keep his cool, his blue eyes sparked with rage, and he was constantly mentally yelling at himself to keep his fur flat. "Alderstar!" He began, voice ringing clearly, almost in a roar. "I need to speak with you." 04:20, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Blazefire and Brightwhisker ran in, not far behind. Their gazes were snapping with fire, and while Blazefire tried to remain calm, she was trembling. With a throaty snarl, Brightwhisker pushed her way forwards to Stormstar's side. " Come out, brother," she spat.  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:21, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What do you..." Littlekit began, then paused, realizing he had seen Minnowkit in the nursery a few times, in her nest alone. With no mother by her side her siblings. "It's nice... Fernkit and Pearkit can be rough and mean sometimes, but they're good siblings. And my mother is pretty stern, but I don't mind... what happened to... your family..?" 04:22, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Heronflight and Emberflare, who were in camp, turned in surprise at Stormstar's tone. Alderstar, meanwhile, had stormed out of his den as he heard the FlameClan leader. "And I need to speak with you as well," the gray-and-brown cat mewed, hissing. -- 04:23, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Where's my daughter?!" At once, Stormstar's voice rose in anger and into a mighty roar, and he lashed his tail a single time. "ScorchClan scent was all over my territory with hers, and now, she's gone. I know she was expecting your kits!!" 04:24, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Aspenfern called her sons, watching Owlkit approach quickly and snuggle himself back near her stomach. Sunsetkit, meanwhile, nearly went up to Stormstar, only to be stopped by Eagletalon, who kept his tail firmly wrapped around the kit. "Let there be no fighting here. It seems that tempers are short, but that is no excuse to unsheath claws and risk the lives of our young kits and apprentices." 04:26, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Brightwhisker whirled around. " Look at you, Alderstar's little dog. Don't deny the evidence- you cowards have stolen my sister!"  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:27, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Suddenly, Alderstar was confused, and consequently got defensive. We don't have your daughter!?! "She's not here," he hissed back, a furious look in his eyes. "I haven't seen her since I found out she was... expecting." His voice then trailed off, before baring his teeth at Stormstar. "You stole one of our warriors, Stormstar, and now you accuse us of stealing one of yours!?" -- 04:29, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Brightwhisker's eyes narrowed. " Which was the warrior that went missing?"  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:30, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't deny it like a coward!" The blue tabby spat back with bared fangs. "The evidence and clear, as well as your reason! The only kits at risk are my grandkits, and I will kill to keep my daughter safe!" 04:31, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar eyed up Brightwhisker for a moment. "Miststorm," he mewed, voice surprisingly calm for a moment before hissing at Stormstar. "Well, the evidence is clear that you have stolen one of my warriors! My temporary deputy has seen blood and scented your Clan's scent on our territory." -- 04:33, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"And my own daughter found your clan's scent leading off my daughter's!" Stormstar hissed in response. "And Miststorm was my friend, she helped me during the travels. Never would I lay a paw on her." 04:35, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Brightwhisker snorted loudly. " Temporary deputy? Miststorm is the warrior whose scent we found overlapping Ashbreeze's- she is the one who took my sister. What explanation have you to offer for this- or do you freely allow your warrior to run rampant?"  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:36, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"And Ashbreeze is my mate," Alderstar mewed fiercely. "I wouldn't dare send my Clanmates to kidnap her. I would never do such a thing!!" He was seething - how dare FlameClan accuse them of stealing! They'd done nothing towards Ashbreeze... nothing. "Yes, our deputy has just borne kits, so we have Windstorm taking over for the meanwhile. And as I said before, we haven't laid a paw on Ashbreeze." -- 04:40, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"If you don't cough up my daughter, who created a peacetreaty by betrothing herself to you..." Stormstar's eyes narrowed into slits. "...Then by means of our 'treaty', we are at war." 04:41, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Brightwhisker growled her approval at her father's statement.--- Blazefire looked up bitterly. " Tell me this isn't true, that ScorchClan hasn't gone as low as this. All evidence points to your kidnapping. We have no option but to go to war."  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:43, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"She is not here, and we never kidnapped her." He then paused. "And you'd better give us back Miststorm, because, as you said... we will most definitely be at war." He then paused, glaring angrily at Blazefire. "ScorchClan would never stoop so low. We'd never kidnap a cat, unlike what your Clan has done." -- 04:45, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The ginger she-cat narrowed her eyes. " We have honor and values, unlike you. You do not want to go to war with us, Aldestar. We have held our own against many more powerful enemies than your cowardly Clan."  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:46, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Then it's final, then." Stormstar raised his chin. "We don't have Miststorm, so to war it is." He spoke in a low growl before he turned away, casting his ginger mate an...unusually concearned glance, as if for her own safety. He almost seemed paniced about her situation. 04:47, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"...I'll think you'll find that your Clan, Blazefire, is the one without honor and values" Alderstar mewed coldly, before returning his blue gaze back to Stormstar. "Fine, then, we're at war. Get out of my camp, then." He spoke the last words in a snarl: he wouldn't let his Clan attack yet, but soon... yes. -- 04:49, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Blazefire snarled softly. " Tell that to my daughter," she growled, returning her mate's glance. Something odd flickered in her gaze before she dipped her head mockingly to Alderstar and began to exit.--- Brightwhisker spat at Alderstar's feet. " We won't splint your broken spine," she growled, following her mother.  #oh what a beautiful morning  04:53, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar didn't reply with words, only hissed again as the FlameClan cats went towards the camp exit. -- 04:55, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Spirit was all-too good at her wandering around the Clans. Scent hidden, she roamed about ScorchClan's territory, listening to the gossip of patrols. War...perfect. But she wanted to speed things along, this war-game was going by all-too slow for her liking. She was feeling...impatient. 04:59, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Later that day, still furious, Alderstar went out of camp on his own to... think about all of this. ''Stormstar... how dare he...? I'd never do such a thing!'' -- 05:01, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Oh nuts, was that Alderstar coming her way? Spirit stiffened on the spot, hackles raising. Could the young cat really handle fighting a leader, who had a ton of lives? But...she'd risk her own life if it meant making ScorchClan and FlameClan destroy each other. Anything to get rid of those worthless Clan cats...Muscles tensing, Spirit crept forward before springing at Alderstar and wrestling the tom to the ground. 05:04, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar let out a yowl of fury as he got pinned down by some random cat. Who is this cat? He couldn't quite get their scent. Unsheathing his claws, he attempted to fight back. -- 05:06, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Spirit tensed as she felt Alderstar's claws scorch down her side, and she clenched her teeth in agony. "Ergh, you Clan cats make everything more difficult than it needs to be!" Cursing under her breath, she decided to go for his neck. Take his life, knock him out, she just needed something done...something so that she could take him to DarkClan, hide him from ScorchClan, and convince them that FlameClan had killed their leader. 05:08, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You -"Alderstar spat, about to tell this non-Clan cat - so it wasn't a FlameClan cat! - to get off his territory... but then he felt the cat's claws sink into his neck. Shoot. -- 05:10, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's ok, Alderstar, just take a little nap." Spirit bit down as hard as she could, closing her eyes in the process. "...It'll only be a long trip off a short ledge." 05:13, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Alderstar tried to fight back, but couldn't. He grew weaker, and felt a feeling he'd only felt once before... his eyes would soon close, and he'd lose his second life: the life Stormwillow had given him, the life of determination. -- 05:16, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Before long, the dark-hearted Spirit was gone...and with her, she took ScorchClan's leader: Alderstar. Ashbreeze needed her little companion, no? 05:17, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur paced around the camp anxiously. Frustation made her skin burn. Why did she have to be expecting kits at a time like this? She didn't want them to get hurt... but she wanted to fight for her Clan! ''There shouldn't even be a dumb war anyway! ''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight had called her kits back to the nursery when FlameClan scent hit her nose. She watched the two leaders through narrowed eyes. She was former FlameClan, and she still held her respect for them, but now it felt drained. Yes, they had plenty of proof that ScorchClan took Ashbreeze, but... she shook her head, feeling confused.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernkit seethed at Featherflight. "But I wanted to fight them!" he complained, throwing himself to the ground. Pearkit covered her ears, trying to ignore her brothers whining. Littlekit sat close to Minnowkit, looking worried. 14:31, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pricking her ears from inside the nursery, Aspenfern noticed that Alderstar was gone. After this...event, someone could've done something. Owlkit squealed as his mother stood, with Galekit slowly following her siblings to the entrance of the nursery, watching their mother leap onto a post. I refuse to believe that anyone in FlameClan would take our leader away or kil him, but in recent events, a story of anger had been told... The deputy sighed and let herself sit. ''I'll be able to do this. Willowstar - she knew how to do it. I can do it.'' "Riversplash! Flintwhisker!" The two toms glanced over at her. "I've got to say something." 20:17, February 11, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Rainheart glared at the commotion. "Haven't any of you noticed a rogue has entered your camp!?" she finally yelled out after minutes of being ignored. "How are you so ignorant!?" Her tail lashed angrily. Maybe this was why she left the Clan in the first place. She thought them quite rude. -Attack cat

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit glanced over at Littlekit and sighed. "Well, my father and littermate died and my mom left the clan." She replied, looking down at her white paws. 21:33, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Oh..." Littlekit said, looking lost for words. That was so sad! "My dad died not long ago. I didn't really know him well, but he was nice." 21:36, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I heard my father was a good warrior, no one ever mentions my mother though.. And well, all I know about my littermate is that his name was Brownkit.. I'm sorry about your father.." She replied, glancing over at him. 21:40, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's okay. I'm sorry about your family too... What is it like? Being well..." Littlekit trailed off. Alone was what he was going for, but he didn't know if it would make her upset. 21:44, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Alone? It's not awful, but it's not fun either. I mean, I don't have any pressure to live up to anyones expectations.. so that's nice I guess.." She replied, flicking her tail. 21:48, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit tipped his head. "Featherflight wants me to be more like Pearkit and Fernkit, but I guess that's not a bad thing, I probably should be more like them anyway." 21:50, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well, I like you the way you are. You're diffrent from yor siblings and that's a good thing." She replied, giving him a small nod. 21:56, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit ducked his head, slightly flattered. Someone liked him, even though he wasn't a big brave cat. "Thanks. I like the way you are too. You're different from everyone in the Clan, and that's great. If anyone ever tells you to change, don't listen." 22:01, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You should take your own advice too." She murmured, glancing over at him. "So, what do you want to do?" She added. 22:06, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit tucked his paws underneath him (giving him the appearance of a loaf of bread), looking thoughtful. "I don't know. We could just sit. I heard something about a war. It sounds kinda scary." 22:09, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"War doesn't sound good, that's for sure.." She mumbled, flattening her ears. The small she-kit stayed inside the nursery, fearing what would happen if she went out. 22:14, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's okay. Nothing bad will happen to us, I'm sure," Littlekit said, leaning against Minnowkit's shoulder. He pushed the thought of war away. "Let's just stay in here for now. We could go out and play later," he suggested. Even though he just met her not long ago, he felt he could trust her, he could tell her anything that was bothering him, and just be himself around her. 22:18, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Aspenfern called her Clan together, allowing her kits to stand by her side. "I really have no right to be up here, y'know? But, well, I have to. Alderstar's gone missing." She listened t the gasps, sighed, and continued. "For now, I'll stay and pose as leader. Windstorm'll remain temporary deputy. When - or even if - Alderstar returns, I'll step down." She blinked a few times, lashed her tail once, and went on. "I will not blame anyone. We cannot blame our neighbors - we're already sitting in a boiling pot of anger. I will not take lives, I will not travel, I will do nothing that makes me leader. I am not your leader forever, even though I may seem like it." 22:20, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit pressed against him gently. "Okay, that's a good idea.." She murmured. 'I hope everything will go okay..' She thought, shivering slightly. 22:25, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Redriver stood, bones aching but she stood proud nonetheless. " Then how do you explain his disappearance? Strange coincidence, isn't- they come asking for Ashbreeze, and the next day he's gone. They could be trying to force information out of him- that family and Clan is insane."  #oh what a beautiful morning  22:26, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit's eyes began to drop as he started to feel tired and he soon had dozed off. It was a long exciting day for one tiny kitten. Bloomfur had left the nursery and now sat just outside, listening to Aspenfern's annoucement silently. 22:29, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit looked over at him, purring slightly. She laid her chin on her paws, hearing the clan talking. 'This can't be good..' she thought. 22:32, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight's gaze fell on Littlekit and Minnowkit and she purred quietly.'' It looks like he found a friend. ''Featherflight had been a little worried about that. He was so quiet, and didn't like talking to anyone that much. 22:36, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It could've easily been a rogue, loner, or a cat from DarkClan. We can never be certain." Aspenfern sighed and felt Owlkit nudge her side. "It's okay, mommy. Even if nobody else believes you, I do." The statemnt remained in her head, and she gave him a smile. "Thanks, Owlkit." 22:44, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm sat away from all of the other cats, tensed and angry. Aspenfern was in the nursery, he should be temporary leader! But once again, he was only looked down upon. He was never good enough, he was never 'capable'. Always a shadow of his parents and everyone else. So what were they going to do, sit around and let Alderstar go missing and die? Cowardly...Windstorm wanted answers, he wouldn't sit around, he would act. 22:47, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit lifted her head and spotted Featherflight, she nodded shyly and looked away. 'She probably doesn't even know I'm here.' She thought. 22:57, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(stormver, they really do need to go to war). Redriver growled. " We let FlameClan come here and disrespct us in our own camp. Taking Alderstar is the final insult- you want to sit here and be cowards? Let's show them they can't trample over us!"  #oh what a beautiful morning  23:01, February 12, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Featherflight sighed softly. "Thank you, Minnowkit," then she got to her paws, glanced at her other kits, who were asleep, exhausted from their big day, then slid out of the den to see what was going on. 00:30, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit laid her head on Littlekit's shoulder. She listened to the clan talk outside, her eyes narrowed. 'This can't be good,' she thought worriedly. 00:43, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A little while later, Littlekit awoke with a start, ears pricked. He relaxed when he realized he was in the nursery. He turned to Minnowkit, who was still beside him. "Hi," was all he could think of saying, giving her a kind look.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernkit meanwhile had woken up, and was now batting Pearkit awake. "Get up stupid!" 00:47, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hm, oh hi.." She replied, giving him a quick nod. Minnowkit glanced back at Fernkit, her eyes narrowed sligtly. She turned away and looked around the nursery. 00:52, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Do you want to play now?" Littlekit asked, rising to his paws. He glanced outside the nursery, saw there was still a bit of a crowd, then turned back inside the den. "We could play in here."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm getting up, ugh," Pearkit moaned, shoving her larger brother away with a golden paw. "Don't you have someone else to bother." 00:55, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit nodded and stood up and looked around. "Yeah, sure.." she replied softly. 01:00, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit glanced around, spotted a feather poking out of Bloomfur's nest, then grabbed it. It wasn't a big deal that one feather was missing, right? He brought it over to Minnowkit and dropped it between her paws. "Will this work?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No, I don't. You're stuck with me forevvvveer..." Fernkit growled, falling to the floor and rolling. 01:02, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Yes, this will be fine.." She replied, flicking her tail. Minnowkit looked over at Fernkit, looking confused. 'What the...' shr thought. 01:07, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit gave his brother a sidelong glance, then ignored him. Fernkit reached out with his paws, poking Pearkit. "Ugh, stop," she growled. Fernkit looked pleased. His plan of annoying his sister was workin perfectly. Maybe he could annoy Littlekit and his friend next... 01:10, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit tilted her head, "what do we do with the feather?" she asked softly. 01:20, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Mapleflower nodded. "Oh yes. The river is lovely this time of season," she told her mate. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:06, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit blinked thoughtfully at the mottled feather. "One of us could hide it, while the other looks for it," he suggested. Meanwhile, Fernkit pulled away from Pearkit, who gratefully went back to sleep. The yellow tabby kit crouched down, hiding behind the bracken of his nest, watching Littlekit and Minnowkit, green eyes full of interest. 17:31, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minkclaw shrugged. "She's still ill, I think she's entered a coma. Commaflower's been in Alderstar's den all morning and I've heard she's leaving tonight for the moonpool." She told him. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 17:34, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Sandtail frowned. "Oh... I'm so sorry. Hopefully Commaflower will find a way to save her," he said, but his tone betrayed his doubt. 17:37, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Alright sounds fun.." She replied. Minnowkit looked around the den, not noticing Fernkit. 18:44, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Okay! I can hide it first!" Littlekit mewed, cheerfully, grabbing the big feather and scrambling away, looking around the nursery for the best hiding spots. Fernkit meanwhile still watched with owl-like eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 21:09, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minnowkit nodded, her eyes closed. The small she-kit flicked her tail, patiently waiting for hi to hide it. 21:17, February 13, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Littlekit sniffed around a moment, before hiding it underneath one of the queens' nests'. "Okay!" he announced, padding back over to his friend. 14:16, February 14, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Minkclaw had her doubts as well. She feared this was an illness not even StarClan could stop. Commaflower had tried her hardest she'd tried every herb for every sickness she knew of and yet none had worked. The elegant warrior shook her head. "We're just baffled is all and I think Acornkit is just depressed and worried. I've seen him with Morningpaw a few times." She said.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Acornkit bounded forward, Morningpaw would be back in camp soon! He had been talking to her as of late and she calmed him down most times but there were those times even she couldn't help. Acornkit sighed as he watched the entrance. it was almost sundown and Commaflower was about ready to leave. She had checked on Applestorm seven times already. <span style="color:#580818; text-shadow: 2px 2px 1px #ff7373; font-family:Monotype Corsiva; font-size:18px;">(Insert Sarcasm) Bite Me, Dean! 15:35, February 14, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw limped back into camp with moss dangling in her jaws, moving slowly as she grunted in faint pain. She had fallen into the stream while attempting to collect her moss, making her formerly broken leg now exhausted and aching from her sudden chill after her little swim.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Left and right, Windstorm barked out orders, sending cats on patrols to define the borders extra well, to stock up the fresh kill pile, and to search for any signs of Miststorm and or Alderstar. But nothing, nobody had come back with anything. 21:05, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Smallbeetles watched the other cats around her, her yellow eyes looked more gold and her black pelt shined in the sun. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 21:44, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Moriningpaw placed her pile of moss by the Medicine Cat den, since it always went there. This sucked...she'd be doing this all her life, fetching stupid moss, and never be able to be a warrior. She glanced over at Windstorm, who was still organizing patrols, the silver tom seeming very concerned for the sake of his Clan. 21:48, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Smallbeetles turned her eyes on Morningpaw. /// Orcatooth was sitting down eating prey // Boa yawned as she tried to fall asleep, her kittens would be due any day ///  Bathsheba was cleaning herself // Amberbreeze turned her brigth amber eyes on everyone. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 21:54, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Morningpaw pricked her ears as Windstorm stubbornly raised his voice, obviously arguing with Pantershade, who apparently didn't want to patrol. But the temporary deputy lashed his tail once at his brother, and Panthershade sulked out of camp with a couple of curses under his breath, disappearing into the undergrowth. 21:57, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Bloomfur's belly felt sore, and as the hours rolled by, the soreness got worse and before she knew it, she was having terrible pains rippling through her. "Help! The kits are coming!" she yowled, terrified.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Fernkit twitched his whiskers in disgust at Bloomfur's annoying voice. Maybe he should hit her, that'd make her feel better. Pearkit's eyes were round and scared. "We have to get mom! Bloomfur's kits must be coming, she'll know what to do!" with that, she hurried out of the nursery with Littlekit on her tail. Fernkit stayed behind in his nest, covering his ears. 22:00, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Boa turned her soft brown eyes on Bloomfur, but she didn't move, she knew that her kits would come too. // Smallbeetles stood up and walked away and found a nice shady spot by herself /// Amberbreeze turned her eyes on Morningpaw, and she walked over to her. "Hello" her bright amber eyes sparkled. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:04, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Windstorm pricked his ears, standing tall as he heard his mate's cry. "Bloomfur?" He echoed, alarmed. Turning swiftly on his heels, he bolted to the nursery. Morningpaw blinked, although her ears angled towards Windstorm, growing concerned. Bloomfur was kitting, wasn't she? "Hi," 22:07, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Smallbeetles sighed and she watched Windstorm run to his mates side, she couldnt' believe she was having her kits already. // "I'm Amberbreeze, you?" asked the she-cat with the brightst orange amber eyes. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:10, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Morningpaw." The warrior-aged apprentice replied, eyes drifting to the nursery. Maybe she should try to help out, at least get her some water. After all, that's all I'm good for anymore...with that stupid injury that broke my leg a moon or so ago. 22:12, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Amberbreeze eyes drited to her hind leg. "Oh!" she gasped and looked down at Morningpaw's leg. "How did that happen?" she asked. // Smallbeetles let her eyes land on Panthershade, her yellow golden eyes shined but she kept a eye on that tom, she saw him before. Some cats gave her glaces but other words they seemed nice. Ever since the death of her father and siblings, Smallbeetles kept her herself. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:16, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhitsewan

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Flattening her legs, Morningpaw pulled her crumpled leg behind her body. She hated when cats pointed it out...yes, she got it, her leg had been broken, no need for everyone to point it out. "Patrolling accident," she mumbled under her breath. Windstorm pushed his way into the nursery. "Bloomfur, what's wrong? Are the kits coming?" 22:29, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Pearkit and Littlekit found their mother and she hurried into the nursery to help Bloomfur. Bloomfur gave Windstorm a weak smile. "The kits are coming!" she gritted her teeth as another pain seered through her. "Just keep breathing," Featherflight ordered. 22:32, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Nodding slowly, Windstorm took in a deep, nervous breath. "B-Be strong!" He didn't really know what else to say, he'd never wittnessed someone kitting before, let along kitting his own kittens. 22:34, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> Amberbreeze shook her head. "No, don't be ashamed. " she meowed notcing that she was pulling her crumpled leg behind her. "You shouldn't be ashamed, there are a lot of other cats that have the same problem like you or worse. "Do you know Boa?" asked Amberbreeze to Morningpaw.  /// Boa looked at the she-cats, then the kits and then the tom who just walked into the nursery. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:35, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhitsewan

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> Moriningpaw gave a small shrug. "I dunno, I might." She understood that cats had issues similar to her own, but in her mind, that gave no reason for others to point them. Why did a different appearance make cats like herself so different from others. They were all cats, after all. But something felt off, Morningpaw felt a...disturbance, as if something dreadful was about to happen. 22:37, February 16, 2017 (UTC)

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Ugh, I'm trying to sleep!" Fernkit suddenly snapped. "Shut up!" Featherflight gave her son a smack to the ear with a stern look. "Go outside," she ordered sharply, but Fernkit stayed put, glaring at her with blazing eyes. <p style="font-weight:normal;"> Bloomfur nodded at her mate. Then pushed as another pain gripped her. "The first one's coming!" Featherflight announced, then Bloomfur had her first kit. 22:39, February 16, 2017 (UTC)<

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Well Boa is similar to you." smiled Amberbreeze. "Boa doesn't have broken bones, but she can't speak. She use to until her brother almost clawed her throat out. " she sighed. "You should try to...communicate with her." she said with a smile... /// Boa turned her eyes on Fernkit. BlackswanWhiteswan (talk) 22:41, February 16, 2017 (UTC)BlackswanWhiteswan