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The moon shined brightly through the window. Everything was still, the night seemed to be one of the loneliest nights that Tiny has ever dealt with. It's been a few moons since he had been born to his mother Quince. The black kit could not sleep, he thought about what his littermate Ruby had said to him the day before. 

Unwanted kittens get thrown into the river, that thought has echoed in Tiny's brain ever since. That day, Twolegs and their cub came by their owner's home to decide whether or not his siblings were to be adopted. Tiny hoped that he would be chosen, but unfortunately, he didn't catch the cub's attention at all.

The kit climbed the walls of the basket bed he and his littermates slept in, looking at his mother who was sleeping soundly. He mewled softly, hearing his littermates grunt, he heard a little mumble from Socks—it was probably to tell him to shut up. Tiny looked over at his littermates and felt a deep bitter pang hit him, I'm glad they're leaving, I'll never ever have to deal with them ever again! The kit reached over the basket and fumbled onto the carpet, his tiny little claws getting a little stuck on the floor.

He struggled a little until his claws were untangled, beginning to walk away from his basket to see the door to the yard slightly cracked. Tiny tilted his head and began to squeeze his little body through, feeling cool night air brush his fur. The small tom shivered a little bit, mewling once again. "Wow, it's really cold out now..." Tiny looked up at the starry sky, his icy blue eyes shined as he saw the beautiful dark sky sparkle. "Why doesn't mama let us out to see this, those things are so cool!" He got up on his haunches to reach for the stars with his petite paws before falling onto his back. The small kit giggled, "I wonder if those things in the sky could hear me...Maybe they're other cats!"

Tiny purred at the idea of cats from the past watching over him. He wonders if his father is up in the sky with all those glimmering things. His mother always told him that if his and his littermates' father was gone, he would still watch over the cats below—especially Tiny. Immediately thinking of his family, a sense of dread filled his heart. He began to feel anxious again, his fur beginning to prickle. 

"The Twolegs are coming back in the morning...What if I'm not noticed by the cub? Are they going to throw me into the river?" Tiny felt his heart beating, it was slow, but it filled with adrenaline. He looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with worry. "Whoever you things are," Tiny mewled loudly, "Please help me find a way to live another day after tomorrow!" Tiny began to pad out a little further from the door, almost reaching the hole he had discovered weeks ago. "I want to be strong like all of you! I want to live to be with all of you up there!" The kit's eyes focused on one area of the sky. It was one of the most interesting things he had ever seen. A group of stars in one area. It was like all things in the sky were living in one spot. Tiny tried to climb up the fence to reach a little bit higher but fell onto his haunches after trying to jump up. "I want to be big and strong. Can you guys help me do that? I want to prove everyone wrong—Mama, Socks, Ruby and all the cats!" The stars twinkled, giving little Tiny a purr of content. "Promise you'll help me..."

The stars twinkled again before they faded away into the abyss above. Tiny, although seemed happy just a moment ago, began to feel down again. He wanted the things to stay, they listened to him and promised—at least that's how he interpreted the twinkling stars. The kit began to walk back into his Twoleg den until he looked back up into the sky to see a thing in the sky. A big thing, it sparkled brightly, it seemed like it wanted to tell Tiny something. Tiny yawned and looked up at the thing tiredly. "Goodnight..."

The warm breeze of greenleaf sung in the air as an old, gray tom examined the stars above. Around him he could hear the soft breathing from cats from inside the darkened dens. 

The old medicine cat studied the shimmering dots in the sky. His whiskers twitched, shoulders shifting— something caught his eye. For a moment, he stopped breathing as his blue eyes focused on a star that shined brighter than the rest. Suddenly, a rushing light crossed the night sky, blazing above the green trees surrounding the camp. The fur on Goosefeather’s back began to bristle.

The tomcat raised his head, a look in his eyes had immediately widened as he heard whispers of cats among him, filling the empty void of silence—, his heart racing as the voices whispered louder. The old cat snapped and mewled loudly, “Something is coming! My clanmates, a cat will emerge from the darkness! Believe me, Starclan had sent this message to me!” Brushes of gorse and fern rustled behind Goosefeather, shaking his head, snapping out of the trance.

A much lightergray tomcat peered his head out from a dark corner, his amber eyes glowing in the dark space of the clearing. “Goosefeather, please calm down. It’s too late in the night for this…” The older medicine cat quickly turned his head to look at his apprentice, “Featherwhisker, crows can only do so much than become our prey…It will save our clan’s near-future.” More cats began to peek their heads from different corners of the camp. “Goosefeather relax, you’re going to wake up kits in the nursery,” one of the clan cats hissed softly. “That old gray-pelt’s age is getting to him. Just leave him be,” another cat argued. Goosefeather mumbled words as he was escorted by the younger medicine cat into the den, “Come Goosefeather, you need to rest…” 

Featherwhisker laid Goosefeather onto a freshly changed mossbed, he pitied his mentor. When Goosefeather would go around camp yowling about supposed messages from Starclan, he scared kits out of their pelts or if these messages were true and manifested into reality, things would take a turn for the worst for Thunderclan—that being heavy casualities from previous bloody battles.

The apprentice’s ear flicked as he listened closely to Goosefeather’s incoherent muffling, “ When all seems to be in the thorns of a thistle, shall a crow’s claws free your clan of it’s grasp. ” Featherwhisker thought to himself, what could it mean ? He looked distant as his eyes darkened but decided to brush it off, whatever it was, it bothered Goosefeather heavily… The light tom looked at his mentor who was sound asleep not long after mumbling a little more. Featherwhisker poked his head out of the medicine den once more to see his fellow clanmates padding back into their dens.

He looked up at the stars, his eyes shining from the moonlight above. “Starclan… Only you know what is to come of Thunderclan’s fate…”

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THUNDERCLAN

LEADER:

Sunstar—bright golden tabby tom with honey golden eyes.

DEPUTY: 

Tawnyspots—light gray tabby tom with amber eyes

MEDICINE CATS: 

Goosefeather—speckled gray tom with pale blue eyes

Featherwhisker—pale silvery tom with bright amber eyes

WARRIORS: 

Stormtail—blue-gray tom with blue eyes (Apprentice, Brindlepaw)
Adderfang—mottled brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
Sparrowpelt —big dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes
(Apprentice, Redpaw)
Smallear—gray tom with very small ears and amber eyes
Fuzzypelt—black tom with yellow eyes
Windflight—gray tabby tom with pale green eyes
White-eye—pale gray she-cat, blind in one eye
Poppydawn—long-haired dark red she-cat with an extremely bushy tail and amber eyes
(Apprentice, Willowpaw)
Speckletail—pale tabby she-cat with amber eyes
(Apprentice, Frostpaw)
Patchpelt—small black-and-white tom with amber eyes
(Apprentice, Whitepaw)
Thrushpelt—sandy-gray tom with white flash on his chest and bright green eyes
(Apprentice, Spottedpaw)
Dappletail—tortoiseshell she-cat with a lovely dappled coat
Bluefur—thick-furred blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes
(Apprentice, Crowpaw)
Thistleclaw—gray-and-white tom with amber eyes
(Apprentice, Tigerpaw)
Rosetail—gray tabby she-cat with a bushy reddish tail
(Apprentice, Frostpaw)
Lionheart— golden tabby tom, green eyes
Goldenflower—pale ginger tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Leopardfoot—black she-cat with green eyes

APPRENTICES:

 Crowpaw—small black tom with a one white front paw and striking ice-blue eyes
  Spottedpaw—small tortoiseshell she-cat with dappled spots and a white belly
  Redpaw—dark tortoiseshell tom with splotches of white
Tigerpaw—big dark brown tabby tom with unusually long front claws
Whitepaw—pure white tom with yellow eyes
Willowpaw—pale she-cat with pale green eyes
Frostpaw—fluffy white she-cat with unusual blue eyes
Brindlepaw—pale gray tabby she-cat with darker flecks and green eyes

QUEENS: 

Robinwing—small brown she-cat with a ginger patch on her chest and amber eyes
Swiftbreeze—tabby-and-white she-cat with yellow eyes

ELDERS:

 Stonepelt—gray tabby tom with a long scar on his shoulder and a broad head
Weedwhisker—pale orange tom with yellow eyes
Mumblefoot—brown tom with amber eyes
Larksong—tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes

CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS

Quince—pale gray she-cat with blue eyes, kittypet who lives directly on the edge of Thunderclan territory

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The forest could have only been his best chance of survival. Tiny ran as fast as he could. His claws ached from trying to saw down the hole in theTwoleg  fence so he could squeeze out with ease. As long as he could get far away from the Twolegplace, he would be safe. 

Ruby was right, Tiny wasn’t wanted by the twolegs. The kit slowed down and looked back, catching his breath. They can't get me from this far , he thought to himself. He tumbled onto the ground, trying to breathe. He continued to look back and forth to see if any Twolegs were coming his way. There were none, that was a good sign. His mother wasn’t after him either, perhaps she didn’t care if he had ran away or not… 

Suddenly, something caught Tiny's attention. A scrumptious scent filled his nose, he licked his lips. He blinked and began to pick himself up, sticking his face a little closer in between the dirt path and the forest. Tiny's small belly grumbled. The black kit began to creep into the forest, he wanted to know what was out there. He was hungry too, maybe he could catch one of the tiny brown fur-things that could be passing by. Better yet, a juicy big-eared fur—whatever it was, he was starving, and anything he could eat would be just fine for him…

"You down there! What are you doing out here alone?" A voice called from above Tiny. The kit mewled softly and looked up, seeing another Kittypet. A plump black-and-white tom sat along the fence of his home, "Go home kit, there's no place for you here," he sternly called out as his whiskers twitched. Another tom had poked his head behind the wooden fence, this time it was a brown tabby with white on his muzzle. “You heard him, there’s not a place in the world away from your mother’s belly that’s good for a kit your size.”

"Leave me alone," Tiny hissed, "Why do you care anyways?" Another Kittypet showed up, jumping up and balancing herself on the fence—she looked much younger than the other two but by the tone of her meow, she was just as nosey if not more intrusive. "Why, they'd eat you up in a single gulp...!"

"They?" Tiny tilted his head, curious by what the tortoiseshell she-cat meant. "The forest cats," one of the tomcats mewled, "They're huge! Hasn't your mother ever told you not to go into the forest?" Tiny did remember his mother telling him to never set one paw in there—they were a scourge on the name of all good cats after all. “Yeah…she did tell me about them," the kit mumbled. The two toms exchanged looks at each other, then at the she-cat. 

"You don't want to go in there. We're just telling you to be safe—knowing you're so small,” the black-and-white tom softly purred whilst licking his own flank. Tiny hissed, his black fur bristled, "I'm not too small! I'm plenty big!" The she-cat sighed, "If you say so, but it's your own grave." The black kit pouted and turned away, stallking into the depths of the forest.

Everything was huge to Tiny, the forest was tremendous, it felt like as if he was a meere ant.. He looked up to see the trees stretch up into the sky, beams of sunlight glowed through the leaves. He had never been so mesmerized by something outside of the Twoleg den. It was so green, more than he had expected besides the dirt he stalked on.

Tiny began to taste the air, immediately catching the scent. Quickly, he crouched down, sniffing the ground a little more to catch a faint scent of mouse. The kit began to follow that scent, sticking close to the ground. 

He felt the ground beat, something was light, but heavy too. It could be those things with huge, long ears and small fluffy tails. He remembered his mother telling him about how his father had caught a large fur-thing outside in the garden once whilst his eyes were still shut. 

The kit pinned his ears back at the thought of his mother. Tiny felt guilt drown his heart, the idea of his mother being helpless and doing everything she can to find him after she realizes he's gone—it was horrible. But then, Tiny remembered that if he went back, he would be drowned by the Twolegs— thrown into a river to die . The black tom remembered that he's on his own and with that, he must hunt to feed himself. 

Tiny could sense the scent getting stronger and stronger. His small claws unsheathed. Tiny pounced and landed on something, but the scent went away. Instead, there was a new scent—but what was it? He looked up, his big blue eyes gazing at a much larger cat.

"Bluefur, look what latched onto you!" A white tom with golden eyes purred, "He probably smelled the mouse you caught." Tiny's blue eyes widened, he felt his heart drop to the end of his tail. The gray she-cat mewled softly, “It’s a kittypet…”

The black kit let go and backed up into a tree stump, “I’m sorry,” he muttered as he avoided eye contact with the two forest cats. "What business do you have in the forest, little one?" The black kit his body shudder. "Nothing! I was just hungry, I-I thought it was just a random brown fur-thing running around," Tiny mewled softly, "I'm sorry…Please don’t eat me.”

"Eat you?" The white cat purred, “We don’t eat other cats, let alone kits. You’ll be alright." The she-cat purred, "Why are you here anyways," the she-cat studied the kit, her face was just a mouse-length away from Tiny's. "I ran away from home..." The forest cats looked at each other, pausing for a moment. The white tom looked down at the kit, "How come?"

"My littermates told me that if I wasn't chosen by the twoleg cub today, my housefolk would throw me into a river." Bluefur blinked, "Are you sure she wasn't lying to you?" the gray cat suggested. Tiny shook his head, "My littermates have always pushed things like that to me… Mama never really stopped it…" Whitepaw looked at the she-cat and then to Tiny, purring from amusement.  “So, you aren’t able to go back to where your den is because of the twolegs plotting to kill you? Twolegs must be as horrifying as the monsters that cross the Thunderpath,” the white tomcat trilled whilst licking the messy fur on his shoulder. 

“Does your mother know you ran away?” The gray she-cat looked at the direction Tiny had come from. “No, even if she noticed now, I don’t think she’d even care.” For a brief moment, Bluefur thought to herself. Tiny looked at her, observing the forest cat’s build—she was muscular and could probably kill him in one swipe, her claws looked as if they were sharpened on old bones.

“Well you can’t stay here, if you were discovered by the other Thunderclan warriors, they’d slice you into crowfood—that’s if they considered you a trespasser,” Bluefur mewled, “But, neither I or Whitepaw could leave you here alone—you’re a defenseless kit afterall.” The black kit shifted his paws, picking at the dirt beneath his feet that caught onto his tiny claws. “But… We will give you a choice. It’s either you get out of Thunderclan’s territory and go back to your home—,” the gray she-cat’s insistance was muted by Tiny’s thoughts. They became nothing but muffled meows, sounds he would excuse for a noisy bird.

Tiny thought to himself, his blue eyes focused on the brown earth he stood on. If I went back, I'd be killed...But if I don’t go with these cats, where else can I go ? "Well?" Bluefur mewed, "Will you come with us or not?" 

“I have no other choice, so I’ll take up your offer!”

Whitepaw mewled cheerily, "That’s great to hear, your paws might ache along the way so just be careful.” Bluefur purred and picked up the freshly killed prey, and looked at Tiny. Her blue eyes filled his heart with a feeling he hadn't felt from any other cat he’s seen. It felt as if he could truly trust her—that she had been his mother all along. 

The three cats began to travel to camp, Tiny was anxious but he was also very excited. What did the clan's home look like? Will there be more cats there? The white apprentice padded behind Tiny, "We haven’t properly introduced ourselves, apologies for that. My name is Whitepaw. This is Bluefur, she's of my kin. What's your name, kit?"

The kit mewled softly, "I'm...Tiny." The white tom twitched his whiskers, "That name fits you. You are pretty small for a kit! I'm sure you'll get a much nicer name once Sunstar approves of you." Bluefur grumbled, her words muffled by the mouse locked in her jaws, “That’s if Sunstar will approve of this.” The black kit titled his head, "Sunstar?"

"He's our leader," Whitepaw replied, "He leads our clan, he’s a very honorable cat—probably the best leader the forest has seen for Thunderclan.” I wonder what he looks like—maybe he’s much larger than these cats, Tiny imagined a burly, golden cat that could easily stomp on him and give him a mean fight.

The cats continued to make their way deeper into the forest. The trees were not as massive near the Twolegplace but it felt like the trees grew much taller the more they went into the woods. The sun's rays were faint, only shining a green-tinted light onto the ground. 

Many different scents filled the young kit’s nose, some stronger than others that’d he would visibly cringe from. “You can sense the different smells in the forest, Tiny?” The gray she-cat twitched her whiskers at the sight of the tiny kit’s nose scrunched up, “Yeah… I can smell it… It stinks—.” Whitepaw chuckled, “Don’t worry, I was like that too when I was starting to get used to the smells.” “How can you two sense a tiny brown-thing while smelling another cat’s scent,” Tiny teared at the smell of a scent mark that was made nearby. “You mean a mouse? Well, once you become an apprentice you start training everyday in different situations, you’ll end up learning on your own how to sense prey or how to mark the territory,” Whitepaw mewled.

Tiny’s stomach grumbled, the mouse that Bluefur was carrying looked delicious. The scent filled his mouth, he wanted to taste the freshly killed rodent—one bite would be enough for his small belly. Bluefur caught him staring at it from the corner of her eyes and she purred softly,  “We can stop here. You look very hungry, Tiny.”

The cats stopped beneath a tree close to a nearby stream. The water sparkled underneath the sun and Tiny could see all the rocks beneath, he gave the water a lick. It was cold, refreshing and made his eyes glow with excitement. “You two get to live near such a pretty spot?” The black kit cheerily ran over to the two cats who laid underneath a large tree.  Bluefur solemnly mewls as she licked her paws ,“We don’t particularly live in this exact spot. But the forest can be gorgeous when there’s no bloodshed.” Tiny paused, “Bloodshed?”

Whitepaw looked at him and blinked, “You haven’t ever heard of forest cats fighting each other before?” Tiny crouched to feed onto the mouse, “No, I haven’t. My mama has only ever told me about forest cats attacking cats who live at the Twolegplace.” Bluefur nodded when Whitepaw silently asked to tell Tiny, a sigh followed. “Us warriors have to defend our territory no matter the reason another clan may have. There’s three other clans besides Thunderclan—Windclan, Riverclan, and Shadowclan. All clans have fierce warriors, all of them have cats who will do anything to protect our territory that homes prey that is rightfully ours.”

Tiny imagined cats yowling and swiping their claws at each other. It sounded terrifying, much more worse than twolegs throwing kittens into the river. “Are all forest cats hungry for fights?”

Bluefur slowly blinked at Tiny, “Not all of them. In the end, we all fight for the same purpose: survival.” The white tom purred, “Thunderclan has some of the best warriors the forest has to offer. You’ll be okay.” The black kit licked his lips after eating most of the mouse, “This is delicious! I wish I could eat this everyday!” The gray she-cat flicked her tail, “You’ll find much tastier prey later on…”

After a few more moments beneath the shade, the cats continued their way to Thunderclan’s camp. The forest seemed to have gotten a little bit darker, the day had gone by a bit faster than it should’ve. Tiny yawned, his whiskers twitched. “Tiny, what does your mother look like,” Bluefur mewled. “She’s a gray cat… She has long fur. Mama is beautiful…”

Amused, the she-cat purred, “She seems like a wonderful cat.” Whitepaw meowed, “Perhaps you’ll see her someday on a future patrol.” Tiny purred, but stopped—would his mother truly miss him? Or would she view him differently when that time comes?

“Bluefur,” Whitepaw glanced at the gray she-cat. “Before we head into the tunnel, we need to get rid of that kittypet collar around Tiny’s neck.” Tiny looked back at Whitepaw, “Yes please, could we manage to take it off?” The tiny black kit stopped and with the power of his two front paws did he attempt to slide the collar off of him. His little grunts made Bluefur and Whitepaw purr with amusement, “Here Tiny, hold still.” The she-cat stalked to the kit, unsheathing her claws. Tiny’s eyes widened, jumping back with his fur bristling on his back.

“Bluefur, are you sure you don’t just want to try and push it off?” The warrior shook her head, “It won’t work. I promise I won’t get you.”

Whitepaw blinked, “You’ll be okay Tiny. Bluefur wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. Besides, we will need to take it off so we don’t raise suspicion…”

Tiny mewled, looking much smaller than he already was, “Okay—I’ll trust you…” The kit sat up, as tall as he could that his collar was open for Bluefur to slice the fabric collar. Tiny grimaced and his eyes shut tightly. She raised her paw and swiped downwards, the bell of his collar hitting the ground before making one last jingle. Tiny felt the warm air finally touch his neck, his blue eyes glittering at the sight of his collar finally off.

“Let’s just hope you aren’t asked anything about your sudden appearance in camp. Tiny, if a cat asks you if you are a kittypet, do not answer,” Bluefur gave a stern look at the kit. He nodded, “I understand, won’t they get suspicious though?”

“I don’t think they’ll get on you for it, even then I don’t believe its an issue…All clans know its the warrior code to take care of any kits from any clans if need be.”

Warrior code , Tiny thought to himself. He wanted to ask Bluefur or Whitepaw about it, but seemed to have dismissed it. Maybe I’ll hear about it later.

The cats stopped for a brief moment as Bluefur began to taste the air, “We’re close by the camp now. Tiny, I want you to stay close to me, okay?" The gray she-cat looked down at the small kittypet, her blue eyes glowing beneath the dark lighting. Tiny nodded, looking at the tunnel surrounded by gorse. Whitepaw padded into the tunnel first. She nudged her paw against Tiny, letting him know it was okay to go through.

The tunnel was dark, heavy scents of cats lingered in the hole. It wasn’t intolerable, but neither was it fun smelling the scent of forest cats who stunk like dirt in a litterbox. Tiny continued to walk through the tunnel, sounds of cats mewling and chattering began to echo in the dark. It got louder the deeper down he got. Tiny squinted as light shined through the gorse brush that covered the tunnel’s exit.

His eyes widened, he saw cats peering up at them, greeting the border patrol. Some were eating a scrumptious meal of rabbit and squirrel, kits were playing the clearing, and sat, basking on a large rock—a cat glowed under the sunlight. Just like how Tiny imagined it, a large golden tabby perched under the bright light. “That, Tiny, is Sunstar,” Whitepaw purred, “Thunderclan’s leader.”

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Tiny sensed a cat’s incoming prescence, instictively turning quickly to see a pale-gray she-cat approached the two larger cats. Tiny crouched so his belly touched the soft, sandy earth beneath him. “You two came back a little bit sooner than expected, how was it,” the she-cat flicked her ear. 

‘It was well, Rosetail, thank you for asking,” Bluefur mewled softly. “We found something on our way back. I’m going to talk to Sunstar about it so could you and Whitepaw watch over him,” the darker she-cat took a step back to reveal the black kit beneath her. His blue eyes met Rosetail’s curious gaze, hearing her purr softly gave him a feeling of safety. He slowly brought himself off the ground, his flank straightening out as he sat up to look at the light-gray tabby. He looked at her appearance, her reddish tail flicking and catching his attention. “You’re tail is red,” the black kit announced, “It is little one! My... he’s very attentive, Bluefur.” Rosetail’s whiskers twitched as she sniffed Tiny, her nose scrunching up a bit. “It’s a kittypet,” Rosetail hissed in the darker she-cat’s ear. "Why would you bring him here!"

“Indeed he is, but please do not tell the other cats yet.” Rosetail blinked, looking around the camp. Tiny ears flattened, he could hear what was whispered between the two older cats. "You should hurry to Sunstar before you get any more attention," the warrior mewed, "It's very nice to meet you kittypet." Tiny nodded, sticking closer to Bluefur as his pelt touched hers. "No need to worry, I don't believe Sunstar would be so against you staying for a bit. It's getting quite dark for us to be taking you, a night patrol would cause bigger issues for us." Patchpelt came back with Sunstar, touching his nose on the heads of Bluefur and Whitepaw. 

He's huge! Tiny's eyes widened as a burly, golden tabby stood infront of the patrol. "Your patrol is early, Bluefur. Patchpelt notified me that you both and Whitepaw brought a kittypet to camp," Sunstar's ear flicked. "Yes, Sunstar. I hope it's not an issue," Bluefur blinked, noticing how small Tiny was trying to make himself. The kit had every right to be afraid—after all, he was brought to a camp filled with cats that had no idea who he was or even knew of his existence. The kittypet could feel eyes just gaze at him, murmurs of the cats passed around.

"Seems like this young one is beginning to make his presence known... Now, let's discuss inside my den." Sunstar turned, his tail flicking at the patrol. "Please bring the kit as well, I wanna get to know him." Patchpelt brought himself to Bluefur's side, brushing up against her shoulder. Tiny looked up as he listened in on Patchpelt's hiss. "I'll stay behind with Whitepaw, go ahead," Bluefur nods moved over to where Tiny was no longer underneath her. "Come now, you have an important meeting," the gray she-cat twitched her whiskers in amusement as she heard the tiny kit squeak.

"So you ran from home? How come you didn't ask your mother about such a terrible thing?" Sunstar licked his paw and brushed his muzzle with it. "I don't think she'd believe me. I think she loved my brother and sister more than me," Tiny kicked a pebble on the sandy floor.

The den was super big to the small kit—it was astonishing and he felt so safe being in it. Sunstar's scent filled the air and brought a sense of comfort, oh how he wished he was born here than at the twolegplace. "Bluefur, as for you, I appreciate that you brought this to my attention as quickly as you did. You and your patrol are quite lucky Thistleclaw nor Tigerpaw were in camp." The black kit looked up with curiosity, his blue eyes could feel a sense of dread emitted from the warrior. "We are very lucky, aren't we?" The golden tom blinked at the kittypet, "Tiny, know that you are welcomed here. I'll make sure the clan are aware of your presence and treat you with the same amount of care they have for the kits born in the forest." Tiny mewled, "Oh thank you, Sunstar! It means—"

"But, Tiny... I will have a border patrol to go out and search for your mother. If nothing comes up on the third sunrise, I'll initiate you into Thunderclan." Bluefur's eyes widened and she bounced up, "Excuse me Sunstar, but you have to let him stay. Please, let him stay with us." The tom blinked, his gaze met the she-cat's and he mewled, "It's not right for us to take a kit from his mother, especially if it's a kittypet. We're already at conflict with them, let's not make it any more problematic than it already is." Sunstar got up and shook the sand off of him, "You two can stay in here for now. I'll address the clan, seems like they're beginning to get nosey." The two cats watched the Thunderclan leader pad to the vine-covered entrance to the den. The maned cat looked behind him, "I'll call you both out when I need to."

Tiny squinted as the sunlight shined onto his face through the vines being pushed through, his muzzle scrunching up. "He'll let you stay, Tiny. I am certain that no matter what, he'll make you a part of our clan." TIny blinked and mewed softly, "Bluefur, what is this about Thistleclaw and Tigerpaw not being here... Made us so lucky?" The gray she-cat licked the top of the kit's head, something Tiny never thought another cat besides his mother would do—it melted his heart and his eyes welled up. "There is nothing for you to know besides that they don't quite favor kittypets. The clans despise the kittypets for taking food from our territories, but the hatred those two have are as grim as the mind of a fox." The kit's ears fold back, "What does that mean, Bluefur?" The den fell silent with murmurs from outside. Bluefur stared at the entrance, then broke the silence. "It means they'd kill kittypets if they could."

Tiny winced, "They'd kill me, wouldn't they?" The gray she-cat purred, "No, no cat will ever try to kill you. I'll make sure it never happens." The black kit's whiskers twitched before he looked at the entrance of the leader's den as well. Hissing can be heard and cats seemed upset, curiously, Tiny padded over slightly. Bluefur watched him carefully to make sure he didn't go out just yet. Before she knew it, Bluefur was a mouse-length to the entrance of the den.

"A kittypet? Sunstar you know that we cannot allow this! Are you forgetting what Pinestar did to us? He abandoned us! He abandoned his mate and his only son!" A tortoiseshell she-cat hissed as she looked up at her leader on the highrock. "I understand all of your concerns, but remember that the Warrior Code requires all clans to take in kits in need of protection or care," Sunstar huffed, stretching as he stood above his clan. His amber eyes laid upon the cats below, studied each and every one of them. "Whether he stays or not, this kittypet will stay and I order that you all treat him as our own." Groaning from discontent with this request was obvious, some cats blinked at each other. "This isn't a request, its an order I lay upon you all," the golden tom declared. "Until we find this kit's mother, I expect you all to treat him with care. I also want Robinwing to take this kit in for now." Sunstar looked at a dark-furred tom, watching the warrior nod and padding over to the nursery.

"Bluefur, please come out with the kit." He watched below him as he saw Bluefur emerge from his den and so did Tiny. He saw that Tiny was close to Bluefur again, clearly afraid. "Thunderclan, that is Tiny. Bluefur's morning patrol spotted him alone near the Twolegplace. Please treat him as our own until I and soon Tawnyspots come to a decision."

The kittypet's eyes studied all the cats around him, different yet similar scents surrounded him. He knew that some of them disapproved while others didn't mind that he was in their camp. "He's smaller than I thought," said a tom, "He doesn't seem like a kittypet," another tom mewled. They all towered over Tiny, sniffing him. The smell of forest cat was so strong, he could faint. "Hold it, Sunstar. Even if we took him in, the other clans would have to know that we took in a kittypet," another golden tom poked his head up from the crowd of cats, he almost looked like a smaller Sunstar. "Then we don't tell the other clans, Lionheart. By the time this kit will go to his first gathering, he'd already have lost his kittypet scent." Chatter among the cats fill the air, "I'm sure Starclan wouldn't disapprove of that choice," Bluefur declared, looking down at Tiny, "This kit made his choice to leave home to live freely in the forest, away from twolegs." Whitepaw flicked his ear, "Bluefur made a point, kittypets who are too soft-hearted, wouldn't leave the comfort of their own twoleg territory."

The larger golden tom meowed, "So that's settled then. This kittypet, Tiny, will stay in Thunderclan as one of ours for now. I will discuss with Tawnypelt when the hunting patrol comes back, as well as Featherwhisker." Featherwhisker? Whose that? Tiny's ears flicked, "I'm... I'm glad to stay here in the meantime." His mewl was soft and almost barely audible. The light gray she-cat from earlier moved forward in the crowd, "We're glad to let you into our clan," Rosetail purred, pressing her nose onto the top of his head. Lionheart's purr felt like a bellow, "We hope you enjoy your time here in camp." From the highrock, Sunstar sat proudly, "I'm glad we all agreed on this. This clan meeting has officially ended, you are all dismissed."

The clan cats got up and all walked back to where they were last seen from Tiny, some still chattering. His tiny paws felt the sand move as Sunstar jumped down from the highrock next to him and Bluefur, "Tiny, I want to take you to Featherwhisker to get you checked out." The black kit tilted his head, "Checked out?" The Thunderclan leader chuckled, "To see if you have injuries or if you're feeling unwell. We have medicine cats here." Tiny looked up at the gray she-cat, "Can Bluefur come?" The she-cat purrs, "Sunstar nor Featherwhisker will harm a single whisker on you, Tiny. I have other business to take care of, so I won't be going with you." The kit groaned, looking back at Sunstar and slowly creeping towards him, "Don't worry, I won't eat you, Tiny."

The two toms padded over to another den that had a strong smell coming from inside. Tiny looked back and saw Bluefur padding to another den, a darker tom standing next to the den's entrance. The kit looked back, "This is the medicine den, Tiny. The medicine cats are always in here, so if you ever need them, please feel free to come inside. Just be sure to be weary if there are any cats in here that may be getting treated." Sunstar pushed through the bracken and Tiny quickly followed behind.

Inside the medicine den were sorted herbs, beds of dewy soft moss—and sat there facing away, was a slender light-gray tom. His fur was flowy and long, and could seemingly looked just as big as Sunstar. "It's good to see you Sunstar," he turned his head, "It's good to see you too, Featherwhisker." The medicine cat got up and padded over to the two toms to meet them. "This must be the kittypet you spoke of, isn't that right?" Featherwhisker's amber eyes laid onto Tiny, the kit mewling, "Yes, I'm the kittypet. Nice to... Meet you Featherwhisker." The gray tom pressed his nose onto Tiny, "No need to be shy, young one. So tell me, what brings the both of you here, Sunstar?" The golden tom's tail flicked, "I'd like for you to check Tiny out—I want to make sure he's not injured."

The medicine cat nodded, looking back at Tiny, "Is there anything bothering you right now, TIny? Hungry, tired—let me know now so I can take care of it." The kit shook his head, "I ate a mouse on the way here, and... I don't think I'm hurt!" Featherwhisker studied Tiny's appearance, "How old are you TIny?" The kit's mind went blank, "Uh, well... I'm old enough to eat the food twolegs give me. My teeth were strong to eat the mouse." The gray tom's flowy tail swayed, "I'd say he's around the same age as the kits in the nursery—5 moons, yes, Sunstar?" The clan leader nodded, his whiskers twitching, "So you'll only need to stay in the nursery for another moon, Tiny—that's if you stay of course." The medicine cat purred, "He's a strong one, nothing seems to be wrong. I'll let Goosefeather know about this kit's arrival once he's back." Featherwhisker nodded and turned away from the two toms, "It's very nice to meet you TIny, welcome to Thunderclan."

Sunstar mewled, "Alright, let me take you to the nursery. Robinwing will be taking care of you for the meantime, she's one of the clan's queens." Tiny's nose twitched, "What's that?" Tiny trotted up to Sunstar's side, looking up at him, "A queen is the clan's way of being able to have more warriors. You'll learn about it more when you're an apprentice." Tiny blinked and looked at the nursery's entrance, seeing Bluefur's head poke out. "You're on time, Robinwing is ready to see you, Tiny." The gray she-cat emerged from the nursery den, and moved for Tiny to scoot in.

There were two she-cats curled up on moss bedding, a small dusky queen looked up at Tiny. "You must be Tiny, yes? I'm Robinwing, I'll be taking care of you." The black kit crawled a little closer, "It's nice to meet you, Robinwing. Thank you." The queen purred and pressed her nose onto him, "If you need to get any warmth when you are asleep, do not be shy and curl up next to me, okay?" Tiny nodded, looking around the nursery as he crouched next to Roinwing. The nursery was much smaller than both the medicine den and the leader's den. "How come the nursery is so much smaller, Robinwing?" 

"It's so in case we are to be invaded by another clan or perhaps another creature like foxes or dogs, we are hidden away in a smaller space they can't get into," Robinwing mewled. "The other queen in here is Swiftbreeze," the kit looked at the other queen laying across from Robinwing. The tabby she-cat yawned and looked over, "Hello, Tiny, it's good to meet you..." She purred in amusement, "He's a handsome one, isn't he, Robinwing." The brown she-cat shook her head, her whisker twitching as Tiny did too in embarassment. 

Suddenly, a tiny tortoiseshell kit popped her little head over her mother's flank. "Mama! That's the kittypet? Can I talk to him!" Another kit's voice could be heard, "Spottedkit, don't talk to him! He's a kittypet! He won't understand what you're saying!" Swiftbreeze sighed as her fluffy kit crawled over her and toppled to the floor. Two other kits looked over their mother to watch their sister scoot towards TIny. "Hi! I'm Spottedkit! What's your name," the she-kit's face was not even a mouse-length away from his. "I'm... Tiny." Spottedkit purred, "See, Redkit! He can understand what I'm saying!" Tiny blinked, looking at the two other kits, the tom was similar to the she-kit who stood in front of him but lacked white spots and the other was a pale silver she-kit—both seemingly bigger than Spottedkit. Looking at the other kits, reminded him of the bitter memory that his siblings would tease him for being much smaller than him. 

Spottedkit poked her head out the nursery, "Hey! The hunting patrol is back!"

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Tiny sniffed the air, something didn't seem quite right when the gorse tunnel rustled. He watched Spottedkit push through the bracken of the nursery, the two kits rushing out as well. Tiny moved closer to Robinwing's belly, "What's wrong, little one?" Robinwing sniffed the air, her whiskers twitching, "That must be Thistleclaw you smell, his scent has a strange taint to it than it used to have." Thistleclaw sounds terrifying, Tiny rolled looked down, a concerned look on his face caught Swiftbreeze's attention. "Oh there's nothing to worry about, Thistleclaw is a gentletom, he won't get on you. Besides, you're only a kit." The tiny tom got up and crawled to the entrance of the den, poking his head out to see a large, burly gray tom with ragged fur. He looked terrifying, not to mention the smaller, yet towering brown tom next to the warrior. Tiny also saw a lghter gray tom with brown spots, peaking into the leader's den, that must be Tawnyspots. 

The black kit pulled himself back into the nursery, looking at Robinwing as she mewled, "You can go out if you want and follow the kits, it doesn't hurt to check out the fresh-kill pile."

"You sure?" The queen nodded, "Go on, you can come right back and tell me about it."

Tiny hesitently crept out of the nursery, the light outside was faintly orange as the sun slowly hid behind the trees. "Tiny! Over here," Spottedkit called out, rushing over to him and tripping, rolling on top of him. "I want you to meet Thistleclaw! He wants to meet you!"  The black kit felt frozen as if he couldn't move, I don't think that's a good idea Spottedkit. Bluefur looked out from a den, her blue eyes widening as she saw Spottedkit and Tiny trotting over to Thistleclaw. His paws ached, watching the brown tabby be dismissed by the gray warrior. Tiny felt his ears fold back instantly as he was met with a sharp amber gaze from Thistleclaw.

"Here he is! This is Tiny! He's the kittypet that the border patrol brought today!" Thistleclaw sniffed Tiny, his nose scrunching up a bit, "So you're Spottedkit's new friend? Must be a great honor to be accepted into the clan as a kittypet. If you were an intruder, I would've put you on this fresh-kill pile with the rest of the prey we got today," the warrior laughed, Tiny awkwardly smiling at the joke. Spottedkit looked at the fresh-kill pile, eyeing a large thrush he'd caught.

"Would you like some feathers for your nest, Spottedkit?" The warrior looked at her with amusement as she nodded, purring as he caught some feathers using his large claws. Tiny felt himself grow cold as he looked at how long and sharp they were—sharp enough to leave a scar on any warrior—sharp enough to kill him in one swipe.

"Tiny, would you like feathers as well for your nest. I heard you were staying with Robinwing, so perhaps you could help her out a bit," Thistleclaw turned his attention to the kit, he didn't seem as friendly to him as he was with Spottedkit. "Ah... Yes, please." Thistleclaw dropped feathers for Tiny to pick up, they were fluffy and airy, better than any toy he had at the Twolegplace. Spottedkit giggled as she played with the feathers, "Kittypet, watch your feet, no cat will spare you if they know you're of kittypet blood. Watch it." Tiny felt Thistleclaw's eyes on him, was it malevolent intent? Advice? He couldn't tell, the large warriors pricked him like needles.

"Spottedkit, stop playing with feathers. Those aren't for you to play with, they're for the elders," a she-cat's voice declared, Tiny blinked and saw it was Bluefur. "You should stop encouraging her and the rest of the kits to do things they shouldn't be, Thistleclaw... And as for Tiny, stay away from him." Thistleclaw rolled his eyes, "You're too stern, Bluefur. The elders have plenty feathers for their beds, a little bit of playtime doesn't hurt."

Thistleclaw turned to the black kit, "Plus, I'm just getting to know the young one, that's all." The two kit's ears folded back as they listened to Bluefur's scolding of the gray warrior. "Tiny, go back to the nursery, I don't want you near Thistleclaw." The gray warrior huffed as Tiny nodded in obedience and picked up the feathers, bringing them back to the nursery.

Pushing himself through the bracken, he noticed two she-kits next to Robinwing. "He's back, mama!" Frostkit and Brindlekit crawled over to Tiny, they were slightly bigger than him, but not as big as Redkit. "Are those feathers for the nest," the white she-kit mewed. Tiny nodded, "I'mf Tiny." The she-kits sniffed the tiny tom, purring, "I'm Frostkit!" The much fluffier, gray tabby she-cat smiled, "And I'm Brindlekit." Robinwing mewled, "They're my kits... Come Tiny, bring the feathers here." The kits moved to the side as the dusky queen fixed up the mossbed, laying down and flicking her tail, welcoming the kits in. "Tiny! What was it like living in the twolegplace? Are twolegs scary up close? What did they feed you," Frostkit bounced, "Frostkit! Don't budge into his life like that," Brindlekit hissed.

"It's fine. Maybe we should wait for the other kits to come back," Tiny suggested, the she-kits mewing in agreement. Swiftbreeze licked her paw and brushed her muzzle with it, "Tiny, do you think you'd stay in Thunderclan?" The black kit turned his attention to the queen, "...I'd like to... That's if mama is looking for me."

Three bustling kits bursted through the nursery's bracken, panting and their paws swiftly catching themselves before they bumrushed into their mother's flank. "Goosefeather came back! We ran across the clearing as fast as we could," blurted Willowkit, her fur still standing on her back. The tired tabby queen mewled with annoyance, "Now kits, what did I say about talking about Goosefeather."

Redkit puffed, "But Goosefeather is creepy! He's like a crazed fox!" Spottedkit looked at Tiny with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry you had to be apart of Bluefur's scolding." The black kit shook his head, "It's fine, it doesn't bother me," Actually she probably saved me. 

"Okay, everycat is here! Tell us," Frostkit meowed before her sister gave her a bump on her flank. "I don't think it was so scary that I was being fed by twolegs. The food isn't as great though unlike forest prey," Tiny crouched playing with a dried mossball. "I think I like it here more than the twolegplace, I don't want to go back, I don't have an interest in being a kittypet."

Redkit mewled, "You just got here, you haven't experienced being a true forest cat just yet," Willowkit hissed, "We haven't either! We're not even apprentices yet!" Tiny looked back at Robinwing as she yawned, "Young one, why was it you ran away from home?" The black kit's ears went back, "I don't think I wanna talk about it right now." The kits surrounding him were curious, "Were the twolegs gonna kill you?" Frostkit guessed right, Tiny nodded and the kits jumped back. "Well, don't expect coming across any twolegs anymore, you're safe here," Swfitbreeze flicked her tail and gave Tiny a purr. 

"Okay, young ones, it's time for you all to get rest, it's starting to get dark." Robinwing moved her tail and watched her daughters curl up next to her. "Tiny... You're welcome to come and bunch up with them—please, come." The tiny kit looked back to see his possible denmates scoot in with their mother, Spottedkit glancing back at him and purring, "Goodnight, Tiny." The kit purred and scooted in with Frostkit and Brindlekit, curling up and covering his muzzle with his tail.

It was the first time in a very long time that he'd felt like he's had a chance at being accepted.

"Tiny, Sunstar wants to see you," Robinwing nudged the black kit away, purring with amusement as she heard him whine. Tiny stretched his legs as he yawned, his back hunching up. He wobbled getting up before licking his shoulder. It's been three sunrises and nothing came up of his mother searching for him, it was a cold and bitter reminder, but yet it didn't quite bother him as it should be. Maybe she isn't looking for him right now, or perhaps she just doesn't miss him as she did with Socks and Ruby. Robingwing licked Tiny clean, "The other kits are outside playing, so join them if you'd like to after you speak to Sunstar. I hate to see you just sitting on the side watching the kits play without you." The black kit shook himself off, nodding back at Robinwing, and crawling out the bracken.

The sunlight hit his fur, the past 3 sunrises have been nothing but rain—the smell of wet leaves and a slight breeze in the air mixed with soft sunlight was pleasant. Tiny trotted over quickly to Sunstar, who sat underneath the highrock. "There you are, have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet, I came straight here when Robinwing told me you wanted to see me." Sunstar mewed, "Go grab something and meet me back in my den, I want you to meet our clan's deputy." Tiny nodded, padding to the fresh-kill pile and picking himself a fresh robin that must've been caught by Bluefur—he smelled her scent on it, faint yet it was there. He missed Bluefur and wished she spoke to him more, but she always seemed too busy to chat, but he was glad she wasn't terribly worried for him. He carried the robin back to the leader's den, Tiny could already taste the prey, ready to scarf it all down.

He pushed himself through the bracken and his blue eyes darted towards the brown-spotted tom crouched next to Sunstar. "Hello, Tiny." The black kit dropped the robin down at his small paws and licked his lips, "Good morning, Tawnyspots!" The deputy blinked in surprise, "You already know my name and haven't spoken to me once yet. A quick learner!" Tiny let out a proud purr, "I could tell because of the brown spots on your belly," he flicked his tail and whiskers twitching. "You could go ahead and eat, Tawnyspots and I will do the talking," the Thunderclan leader mewed, watching the kit begin to eat the robin with full bites.

"These past few days have made it harder to find your mother. The rain was heavy and we couldn't find any sort of gray she-cat," Tawnyspots meows as he sits up to stretch. "We believe its a sign from Starclan that you're destined to be here, in our clan," Tiny looked up at the two cats, "You're saying mama wasn't looking for me?" Both older toms shook their heads, "We haven't seen any other cat on the border of the Twolegplace, I'm certain that despite the rain, a mother would be out there to look for her kit."

Tiny looked at the remaining robin in disbelief. On one paw, he'd like to stay with Thunderclan—he feels at home and there's cats who are already accepting him in, despite knowing he isn't of clan blood. But on the other, he missed Quince—he missed his mother's warm, comforting scent and curling up against her belly to feel her warmth. She really forgot about me, Tiny felt his eyes well up. "It's a hard truth, but, we noticed you've been getting out of your own head more. We want you to stay here, Tiny," the gray deputy mewled with reassurance. Sunstar purred, "And today is a good day to finally initiate you."

Tiny looked up, "I want to stay! I want to stay in Thunderclan and become a warrior!" The leader and deputy exchanged glances and purred, "Good! Then it's settled, come, you'll also get to see two kits become apprentices!" Tiny blinked, "Apprentices?"

Tawnyspots followed Sunstar, as the leader left his den, the deputy looked back at Tiny, "It's kits who are 6 moons who will officially be mentored by warriors, come!" Tiny finished up his robin quickly and ran out to follow Tawnyspots.

The golden tom climbed up the highrock as Tawnyspots sat next to it, Tiny sitting close to the deputy. "When a leader calls a clan meeting, all cats present in camp must attend it unless they are nursing their kits," the gray tom mewed, "You'll be able to see these more often unlike Gatherings." Tiny mewed in response, "What's a Gathering, Tawnyspots?" The deputy shifted his paws a bit on the sandy floor, "You'll learn more about it once you're an apprentice yourself, but a Gathering is when all clans come together and discuss important matters or the status of their clan." The black kit's attention turned to hear Sunstar calling all cats to the highrock.

"Every cat old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the highrock," Sunstar called out, cats gathering in the clearing. "Could I get Frostkit and Brindlekit to the front of the highrock?" The she-kits squeaked from the nursery and rushed over quickly to see their leader looking at them with proud eyes. "Today marks the day you both reached the age of six moons, I could never be more proud of you both," the golden tom sat stoically as the kits smiled at him. "From this day forward until you become warriors, your names will be Frostpaw and Brindlepaw."

"Frostpaw, please move forward," the newly dubbed apprentice moved forward, her blue eyes shining with excitement, "Your new mentor will be Rosetail!" The red-tailed she-cat moved to the front of the crowd of cats to greet her new apprentice, "It is a great honor to mentor you." Sunstar turned his attention to Brindlepaw, "Brindlepaw, please move forward." Brindlepaw's tail twitched, her eyes also filling with anticipation, "Your new mentor will be Stormtail!" A sleek gray tom pushed forward and pressed his nose on top of his apprentice's head, "You'll learn plenty to become a great warrior."

Tiny blinked and listened in on the crowd of cats cheering on the new apprentices and their new names. He couldn't hear Thistleclaw's voice in the ground and hesitantly looked around to see Thistleclaw distancing himself from the crowd, as well as Tigerpaw sitting next to him. The brown tabby looked as if he'd woken up with thorns in his flank. The black kit looked away, tense, but watched as the apprentices were dismissed with their new mentors. "Now for an important initiation... Tiny! Come forward," the golden tom meowed with pride as the tiny kit slowly moved his way to the clearing. His glossy, icy blue eyes looked up at Sunstar.

"Unfortunately, we couldn't find his mother near the Twolegplace, however, it is fortunate that we earn a new warrior from Starclan. Tiny, you are only a kit, but you are a gift to us from Starclan. From this day forward until you've reached the age of six moons, you will be known as Crowkit!" Tiny was hesistant, but the name Crowkit seemed to suit him so well. He sat proudly, it's not an apprentice name, but it will do for now. "Crowkit! Crowkit! Crowkit!" The croud of cats mewled and purred his name, and from the corner of his eye, Spottedkit mewled proudly of his name.

"Officially... Welcome to Thunderclan, Crowkit."

"Come on, Crowkit! Stop staring at that beetle and come on!" Redkit mewed loudly, "Spottedkit and Willowkit are waiting for us!" Crowkit's ears perked up and turned to his denmate, "Sorry, I was just curious."

It's been a moon since Crowkit had been officially initiated into Thunderclan. He's spent most of his days playing with the other kits and with the apprentices whenever they didn't have any duties, all but one—Tigerpaw. Whenever the kits or Whitepaw suggested playing with them, Tigerpaw would scoff it off and make up an excuse that he was "too busy to train," and stomping off to Thistleclaw whenever he wasn't doing anything. Thistleclaw seemingly didn't enjoy the presence of Crowkit either, but he didn't understand besides him being of kitrtypet blood. Spottedkit usually told him that "Thistleclaw would get jealous" whenever she'd spend her day with Crowkit and the other kits than him. He didn't get why a warrior with important duties would get jealous over a kit playing with her friends.

The black kit padded over to the kits, "I wonder if today's the day we become apprentices!" Spottedkit mewed, "Sunstar promised it'd be today so maybe it is!" Redkit turned to Crowkit, "Do you think you have what it takes to be a warrior, Crowkit?" The black kit had a smug look on his face, "I think so!" The tortoiseshell tom rolled his eyes and purred, "We'll see about that!" Crowkit pounced onto Redkit and toppled over him, the she-kits bouncing on their feet. "Hey don't go playing without us," Willowkit joined in, giggling and running over to the two wrestling toms. Spottedkit ran to catch up to her sister, her tiny paws padding on the sandy earth.

The toms bumped into something soft but ragged. Crowkit giggled and looked up but that expression changed once he realized that he'd bumped into Tigerpaw. "Hey watch where you mousebrains are playing," he growled, the black kit's fur bristling in fear. "You're that kittypet, right? You should know that despite being in the clan, no one will forget your past," Tigerclaw huffed, "Don't get too comfy, Crowkit." The tortoiseshell tom hissed, "Back off, Tigerpaw! He's just as much of a clan cat as everyone else! The tabby apprentice let out a growl until his mentor made his way through the gorse tunnel he sat by. "Tigerpaw, don't go picking on your clanmates. Afterall, they're going to be your denmates soon, so relax." Thistleclaw stalked over the two kits who sat up, "Don't worry about him, he's just mad he wont be the only one cleaning the elder's den." The gray warrior exchanged glances at Crowkit, "You must be very excited to become an apprentice aren't you, little one?" The black kit hesitantly nodded, "Yes, Thistleclaw." 

The gray warrior bellowed a purr, "Come, Tigerpaw, it's time for you to train your battling skills again." Tigerpaw excitedly bounces onto his paw pads and turned, his tail smacking Redkit and Crowkit. He turned his head to look at them, "Watch out, because I'll be the best warrior before you two even can." The brown tabby caught up with his mentor to be shoulder-to-shoulder with him, disappearing into the tunnel. 

"Don't worry Crowkit, we'll be great warriors that Tigerpaw will go running to Leopardfoot crying," Redkit brushed his muzzel with his paw, "Crowkit?" The black kit stared at the direction the two toms went, "Thistleclaw scares me." The tortiseshell tom stretched, "He scares a lot of cats, so I get it," "No, you don't get it."

The two she-kits caught up, "Hey! You can't just run off and play warriors without us!" Crowkit bowed his head apologetically, Spottedkit mewed, "Did Thistleclaw leave already? I wanted him to see us get initiated as apprentices!" Crowkit titled his head, "I'm sure you could tell him when he comes back from training Tigerpaw?"

Spottedkit mewled, "Yeah but its not the same." The black kit blinked and looked over at the highrock, seeing Sunstar climb up the rock and looking among his clan. The golden tom looked at Crowkit and his amber gaze met his blue eyes.

"Um, I think Sunstar wants us to make our way to the highrock!"

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"Crowkit, you've reached the age of six moons and are finally old enough to become an apprentice." The black kit felt himself growing more anticipated every second, even if he had not been in the clan that long. "From this moment onward until you've earned your warrior name, you will be known as Crowpaw," Sunstar mewled, proudly looking down at the former kittypet, "You will be mentored by Bluefur." Crowpaw looked proudly at his new mentor, the gray she-cat exchanging and reciprocrating the same expression. She licked the top of his head and purred, "I will teach you everything in my power."

Crowpaw looked at the other new apprentices, seeing that they were just as excited and proud to be new apprentices with new mentors. Spottedpaw looked so cute to him, her amber eyes glittering and her paws shifting on the sand beneath them. "Redpaw! Willowpaw! Spottedpaw! Crowpaw!" The only cat he didn't hear was Tigerpaw, who looked at the new apprentices bitterly as if they'd put bracken in his nest. Thistleclaw looked at the apprentices with contentment, but clearly to Crowpaw, he was eyeing Spottedpaw in particular. He dismissed it and looked back up at Bluefur, "When can we go explore the territory?" Bluefur mewled softly, "In a moment, Crowpaw."

The new apprentice looked at each of his denmates' mentors—Sparrowpelt, whom Spottedpaw would call "Grumpypelt," was Redpaw's new mentor. He seemed to fit the tortoiseshell tom as Redpaw was always so grumpy and demanding too. Willowpaw's mentor, Poppydawn, was a little old, but he'd hear of how fanatastic of a hunter she was. Finally, Spottedpaw had been paired with Thrushpelt, who was warmhearted and gentle but always seemed to have his eyes on Bluefur.

Moments after the clan was dismised, Spottedpaw looked at Crowpaw and sighed, "Tigerpaw seems like he doesn't really like that we're older now and able to train beside him." The black apprentice purred, "Maybe he's just mad he isn't getting any attention right now?" Spottedpaw's littermates welcomed themselves into their conversation, the tortioseshell tom flicking his ear. "Ignore Tigerpaw, he's just mad there's new apprentices who will be better than him," Redkit meowed to his sister. Crowkit turned his head to listen in as Willowpaw mewled in response, "Yeah, he should be happy he's got more apprentices. Now him and Whitepaw won't have to do all the work!"

Sparrowpelt padded to the new apprentices with Bluefur, Thrushpelt, and Poppydawn following from behind: "Enough chatter, why don't we all explore the territory?" Redpaw bounced up on his paws, "Absolutely! Let's do it!" The tom looked down in embarassment, "Erm... Pardon me. Yes, I'd like to go out and explore, please lead the way, Sparrowpelt!" The dark brown tom looked puzzled and purred in amusement, "Well I wasn't planning to let you lead the way." Crowkit looked at Bluefur with big eyes, "Can we join them, Bluefur?" The she-cat twitched her whiskers, "We can go if Sparrowpelt doesn't mind." She glanced at her clanmate, and he nodded. 

"We'll join you," a dark voice came from behind the new apprentices. Thistleclaw's tail twitched with amusement as he looked at the apprentices and their excitement written on their faces. Tigerpaw groaned but didn't say anything against it. Crowpaw and Willowpaw glanced at Spottedpaw, the tortoiseshell she-cat purred in contentment, not minding that Thistleclaw and Tigerpaw wanted to come along.

The forest seemed so much bigger now than it did when he first entered the forest. So many scents filled Crowpaw's nose, delicious prey that could be anywhere and everywhere. Bluefur would point out each type of prey: a squirrel, mouse, blackbird, and pigeon, and Crowpaw's belly grumbled at the tastes of those prey. Even if he's seen these prey caught and stored in the fresh-kill pile, the scent of them being new and alive was odd—paired with the scent of bountiful leaves and undergrowth—hunting seemed like a struggle for him right now. Tigerpaw rushed ahead of the group and gave commentary: "Up ahead is the treecutplace. Twolegs cut down trees but I'm not quite sure why."

"Bluefur, I never knew the territory was bigger," Crowpaw's paws ached, his paw pads stung with pine needles on the floor and no trace of prey the farther they went out. "Of course we have a large territory, we need hunting grounds for prey," the gray she-cat meows, "We lay scent marks around the territory too to ensure no other clan cats or kittypets enter the territory and take from our share of prey." The apprentice looked back to see Spottedpaw huffing out of breath, watching Thistleclaw slow down to where he's right next to her. The sight of it concerned Crowpaw, but he didn't say anything.

The group stopped at a pale wooden fence, Crowpaw clearly knew what it was. "Hey kittypet, what's that over there," Tigerpaw teased and Crowpaw blinked with no expression, "It's a fence. Twolegs made it. What's so special about it?" Spottedpaw looked up at Thistleclaw, "Twolegs made it so kittypets don't run out and take prey from us. They're too fat and useless to even get any, but when they do, they always want more." Spottedpaw growled, "Well those sneaky trespassers won't ever get any of the prey! That prey belongs to Thunderclan and Thunderclan only!" The gray warrior

"That means I'll have to confront kittypets when they enter our territory," Crowpaw looked at his mentor with solemn eyes, "Yes, but you don't always have to fight them. No warrior needs to kill in order to win a battle." Thistleclaw rolled his eyes, "You've always been too soft on kittypets, Bluefur." The she-cat huffed as a response, looking at her apprentice, "Don't worry Crowpaw, there's nothing for you to worry about." The apprentice turned to see his tortoiseshell denmate, talking to her mentor about going to the Thunderpath, his curiosity piqued. Crowpaw purred when he hear Thrushpelt telling Thistleclaw that they'll explore on their own past this point, Thistleclaw nodding in agreement. The black tom noticed Spottedpaw have this determined look on her face as the gray warrior and his apprentice walked back to camp.

"What did he say to you that has you looking like that," Crowpaw slowed down from his mentor and Thrushpelt to reach Spottedpaw's shoulder. "He said Tigerpaw is the keenest apprentice he knows of, so I wanna be better than him." Thrushpelt turned his head as they continued to pad towards the Thunderpath, "It's not a competition to see who is the better apprentice, Spottedpaw—it's about learning to work together to defend your clan and help us survive." Work together... That's something Tigerpaw seems to hate to want to do, Crowpaw observed his surroundings, seeing a squirrel run up the base of a tree and into the leafy overhead, "Hey Bluefur, how come we don't hunt everything?" The gray she-cat's ears flicked and a mewl came from her, "We don't take everything because there would'n't be any prey left. If you took everything from our territory in one go, we wouldn't have any left—Starclan provided us prey and we honor the prey's life."

Crowpaw thought about it, wondering if any clan had taken advantage of the food provided by Starclan at least once. The slight breeze of the approaching leaf-fall season was around the corner and the wind seemed to already bring itself right, making the tom shiver a bit. The group of cats reached the Thunderpath and immediately, Crowpaw gadded and his muzzled scrunched up, "It stinks!" Sparrowpelt twitched his whiskers at the apprentices, amused by their reactions, "Yes, it smells, but you get used to it. Here, monsters pass by." As Sparrowpelt even mentioned the monsters, one flew right pass, letting out a huge roar that sent shivers down Crowpaw's spine. 

"Why do monsters choose the thunderpath to cross," Redpaw hissed, "We're not so sure, they just come and go."

Bluefur looked at her apprentice and mewled, "You look tired Crowpaw, let's go back to camp." Crowpaw reluctantly agreed, knowing that if he went further on this tour of the territory, his legs would give up. He glanced back at Spottedkit who begged Thrushpelt to keep going, while Redpaw seemingly wasn't exhausted but his own mentor was. The apprentice sped up to his mentor's shoulder, "Hey Bluefur... Thistleclaw scares me." The gray she-cat was silent, but mewed softly, "He scares me too, but I'll tell you more when you're older." Crowpaw looked forward, I want to know now, Bluefur...

"Don't twitch your whiskers at me, Crowpaw," Bluefur demanded, she looked quite silly with her chin clamping down a green ball of moss. "You wouldn't want to travel down the ravine twice, now would you?"

This was the third sunrise since he became an apprentice and today, the tom and his mentor were collecting moss for the dens, particularly the elder's den. "As soon as we are done collecting moss, go straight to helping the elders and their moss bedding, understood?" Crowpaw nodded and flicked his tail, "I understand." the gray she-cat picked at more moss for Crowpaw to squeeze out and carry, "If Featherwhisker asks you to help him with the bedding in the medicine den as well, go ahead and do that, but the elders are a number one priority." The apprentice carried moss with his chin and before he knew it, his jaws were also clamping down on the dewy batch. Bluefur also clamped down on moss and tilted her head towards the direction of camp, Crowpaw immediately leading the way.

He could tell Bluefur was already expecting him to know a lot as he was a quick learner. He knew the territory quite well already but he still needed some time to run around and memorize things such as the treecutplace and where the border between Thunderclan and Windclan were, but he hadn't seen where Riverclan's border was—he couldn't wait to see what it looked like. Crowpaw with his claws digging into the earth, climbed up the ravine, struggling with the wads of moss he had. "Itmfs okay ifm you drop some, you can come baack later for 'em," Bluefur's words were muffled, but clear enough for the apprentice to understand, Crowpaw immediately letting go of the moss under his chin. 

As soon as Crowpaw got up the ravine, he darted for the entrance to the gorse tunnel, trying to make the delivery of moss quick. Not looking, he smacked right into Spottedpaw. "Oomf!"

Spottedpaw puffed with annoyance, "Watch where you're headed and slow down—Crowpaw! You'll knock my claws right off!" Crowpaw sat up and shook off the sand from his fur, the tortoiseshell doing the same, "Sorry, Spottedpaw, I didn't see you! Where're ya headed?" The she-cat purred, "I'm gonna get to go hunting with Thrushpelt, Tigerpaw and Thistleclaw! They just left so I wanna catch up!" The black apprenticed purred and trotted past her, glancing at her and mewling, "Bring back something big so we can share it!" Spottedpaw's amber eyes glittered with a sense of affection and called out to Crowpaw, "I'll make sure of it!"

Crowpaw dropped off the ball of moss near the elders den before coming right back moments later with the other moss ball he left in the ravine. The apprentice peaked in and saw four elders, one of them looking right him, "My, you must be Crowpaw." An old she-cat slowly crept to the apprentice, "We've heard about you, I'm Larksong," the apprentice dipped his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Larksong. I'm here to help fix your moss beds." The elder she-cat purred, and let Crowpaw right in, sitting on the side. "A polite young tom, isn't he Stonepelt," a old brown tom mewled softly, his ail flicking. "A kittypet, no? It's a surprise Sunstar and Tawnyspots approved of that, let alone, let you step foot on camp," Stonepelt coughed.

Crowpaw adjusted the elders' bedding and dropped off dried moss at the entrance to dispose of later on. He reached an old orange tom and Crowpaw was hesitant, "Um, excuse me, is it possible for you to move to the side so I could fix your bedding?" The tom bellowed, "Of course not, I refuse to let a kittypet fix my bed!" The apprentice's ears folded back, "Sorry for interrupting you then—." the tom gave a warm chuckled, "I'm pulling your tail, Crowpaw. Don't worry," the elder sat up and moved to the side. "My name is Weedwhisker, it's a pleasure to meet a new face." Crowpaw purred as he fixed up the elder's bed, "It's pleasure to meet all of you, I'm glad to be able to help fix your bedding."

Stonepelt mewed, "So Bluefur is your mentor, yes?" Crowpaw trilled, "Yes, she is!" The gray tom stretched and crouched on his bed, tucking his paws in, "She was my apprentice many moons ago, before you were even born. It's good to know Sunstar gave her an apprentice that is so gentle." Mumblefoot and Larksong mewed in agreement, "Thank you for not refusing to interact with me, I still get cold glances from the other cats." 

Weedwhisker shook his head, "We'd never expect a kittypet in our clan, but it's good to know you aren't like the ones we've encountered... We had a leader once who became a kittypet."

Crowpaw's ears perked up, "A leader left to be a kittypet? That's possible?" Mumblefoot nodded, "Yes, and he was Tigerpaw's father—his name was Pinestar." Crowpaw licked his paws and wiped his muzzle, "How come he left?" Larksong dipped her head at the apprentice, a solemn look on her face, "None of the cats know at all why, he only stated that it wasn't suited for him to be leader and Starclan would approve of it." The gray elder growled, "The mousebrained Pinestar was a coward, but our clan is fine now that Sunstar is leading us." A leader abandoned his clan to be a kittypet., that's mad, Crowpaw looked down at his paws, "But we believe you have the heart of a warrior. You already seem to be calling Thunderclan your home now and that's good," the orange elder purred, the other elders nodding. "You must be busy, so we can let you go if we must, it was a pleasure meeting you, Crowpaw, we hope you can come back again and chat with us over a meal," Larksong mewled, pressing her nose onto Crowpaw's head.

The apprentice looked back at the elders as he trotted out, purring in contentment. He made his way to the medicine den and there lied Goosefeather. Crowpaw crept in, "Um, excuse me," bouncing back as Goosefeather immediately bounced onto his feet and looked at Crowpaw's ice-blue eyes. The ragged medicine cat studied him, "You must be what Starclan is telling me about." The apprentice looked confused and the medicine cat brought himself close to Crowpaw's ear, "When all seems lost in the thorns of a thistle, shall a crow's claws free your clan of it's grasp." Crowpaw looked horrified and his heartbeat rose until, "Goosefeather! Step away from my apprentice!"

Bluefur hissed at the old medicine cat, "Do not bring yourself near him, he's clearly unsettled by how close you were." Goosefeather shook off the leaves from his fur, his ragged pelt unkept, "I was only greeting him." The gray she-cat sternly looked at Crowpaw, "Don't go in here unless Featherwhisker is here! Understand?" The apprentice nodded and both trotted out from the den, "I'm sorry, Bluefur, I didn't mean to cause something." The warrior sighed, her whiskers twitching from agitation, "It's not you're fault, you didn't know that you need to stay away from Goosefeather, at least until you're an older apprentice," "How come?"

Before Bluefur could even explain, the hunting patrol came back, and catching Crowpaw's attention was an injured Spottedpaw.

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"You fell from a tree," Crowpaw's expression looked as if he'd seen a hedgehog fly. "I tried to catch a squirrel but I fell! It was just an accident and I'm fine," Spottedpaw tried to sit up but winced in pain, falling onto her side. Featherwhisker sighed, "You're quite lucky it was just your side, you could've had a nasty blow to the ground if you were any higher.

It's been a day since Spottedpaw had hurt herself and it kept Crowpaw up the night before—he wanted to see her the sunhigh before but because of how fast she fell asleep with the poppy seed and comfrey, Featherwhisker told him to come back the next morning. "And Crowpaw, you need more sleep, you cannot help me in the medicine den like that." The apprentice slowly blinked at Featherwhisker, "I'm fine! There's nothing to worry—," "Not another word, take a nap and once you're up, then you can help." Spottedpaw twitched her whiskers, still wincing in pain, and the black apprentice let out a disappointed sigh. "You can stay next to Spottedpaw if you wish, just don't bump into her," the silvery tom mewed, "I don't need too much help right now but I'd like a cat to go and help collect herbs for me, would you like to do that for me? You can ask Bluefur when she comes back from the hunting patrol."

Crowpaw crouched besides Spottedpaw, their pelts almost touching. The apprentice could hear his denmate purring softly, her amber eyes glancing at him a bit, "If you need me to move Spottedpaw, I can." She shook her head, "It's nice to have you keep me company." The younger medicine cat looked back and twitched his whiskers, "I don't hear or see you sleeping, Crowpaw!" The apprentice looked away in embarassment and tucked his paws underneath his chest, closing his eyes and letting darkness take over his vision. 

Red—red everywhere, and there's water rushing through my paws kept me frozen with a cat in front of me. Who is that? Crowpaw could feel his heart beating faster and faster as he raced down the path leading to the twolegplace, Run, keep running and don't turn back! The cat chasing him was unidentifiable, but it was large and could kill him. The green forest turned a dark red and trees were withered, all he could smell was the scent of rotting prey and swampy waters beneath his paws. It felt like he was running in a circle, Crowpaw could hear a malevolent voice calling his name. The voice was getting louder and louder and soon something caught his tuft, "Crowpaw wake up!"

The apprentice squeaked and looked at Spottedpaw who nipped at him, "You okay? I could hear you whining like a mouse!" Crowpaw blinked and looked around, realizing he was still in the medicine den, "Thanks for waking me up, I had a strange dream." Spottedpaw rolled her eyes at her denmate, "More like a bad dream, I bet it was super scary!" Featherwhisker came back into the den and dropped a rabbit for the two apprentices, "Is Bluefur back yet?" The medicine cat looked at Crowpaw and blinked, "Not yet, however, you can eat first and then help me change the bedding." Crowpaw pushed the rabbit to Spottedpaw, "Take the first bite, I'll eat whatever you leave for me." The flowy tom looked over at the herbs and dropped two green herbs in front of Spottedpaw, "Since you'll be stuck her for a bit, why don't you learn to memorize these?" The she-cat chewed on the rabbit's mean and sniffed the herbs, "That's... Mint!"

Featherwhisker shook his head, "Try again?" Crowpaw raised a brow, "You're making her learn herbs?" The medicine cat nodded and purred, "If she isn't learning from Thrushpelt, she can learn from me. All cats should at least spend a few sunrises in the medicine den to learn about herbs." The tom apprentice sniffed it and gagged, shaking his head, "Strong! Too strong and bitter!" Featherwhisker purred, "That's borage, we're almost out of it so that's what I need, Crowpaw."

The apprentice groaned, sitting up and stretching, "Is it okay for me to go out and watch for Bluefur," he turned his head to Featherwhisker and watched the medicine cat nod. He flicked his ear and nodded to Spottedpaw, her eyes filling with guilt that she can't go with him.

Bluefur padded in front of Crowpaw leading the way to the stream that leads to the the last border he needs to memorize. His jaws were sick of the bitter taste of the freshly collected borage, about ready to spit it out. "This is the edge of the Thunderclan border, and across this river is Riverclan's territory," the gray she-cat called out, "That rock in the center is the Sunningrocks, as of now it belongs to Thunderclan, but there will be times were Thunderclan and Riverclan battle for the rocks." Crowpaw spat out the borage onto the grassy floor, "Why do we battle for it?" The warrior glanced at her apprentice, "It's a good spot to catch fish, but Riverclan use it to sunbathe." Bluefur blinked and watched Crowpaw pick up the borage, "Come, let's go back to camp." Before they could leave, a tom came from out of a bush from the other side of the river—a pale brown tom with what seemed to be a crooked jaw.

"Bluefur!" He called out to her and crossed midway through the river, his fur soaking in the water, "Is that your apprentice?" The gray she-cat hissed and scrunched up her muzzle, "Yes, he is! Don't mind him Crowpaw, he's a Riverclan cat!" The pale tom gave a purr to Crowpaw and dipped his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Crowpaw. I hope to see you at a gathering soon!" The apprentice dipped his head back in confusion and turned away to run back into the forest.

"Who was that, Bluefur?" The gray she-cat opened her mouth to say something but held back before responding, "It's just a Riverclan warrior, don't worry about him." Crowpaw looked at his mentor puzzled but then dismissed it, continuing to trot back to camp. He could tell something bothered his mentor, but he didn't know what—maybe that Riverclan cat might know Bluefur more than she lets on.

Once they came back from their walk to the Sunningrocks, Crowpaw immediately ran to the medicine den to drop off the borage. "Here you go!" Crowpaw took a mouth breather and still felt the lingering bitterness from the herb he was carrying. Featherwhisker mewled, "Thank you Crowpaw, I appreciate you gathering borage for me." He turned to Spottedpaw and mewed, "Still hurting?" She nodded and smiled at her denmate while whining, "Yeah, it feels like it will be forever until I can train again!" The tortoiseshell she-cat's ears folded back, "Can you tell me everything you learn, Crowpaw, so at least I get to know what you're learning?" The apprenticed mewed and his whiskers twitched, "Of course! I'll make sure to tell you everything I learn!"

"I've been learning how to climb trees!" Redpaw meowed, digging into his sparrow. "Sparrowpelt said that I'm a natural," he purred proudly, looking at Willowpaw, "Well I've been learning how to trace the scent of prey!" Whitepaw and Frostpaw were playing with dried up moss in the apprentice den, listening to their conversation, "You guys learn more stuff faster than we do. We usually have to clean the ticks off of elders." Brindlepaw looked over at Crowpaw who ate his mouse near the entrance of the den, clearly eyeing the medicine den, "What about you Crowpaw, what have you learnt?" The apprentice looked back at his denmates, "Oh—Well, I've been learning herbs. Also learning the entire territory." Redpaw licked his lips, "That sounds kinda boring, Crowpaw. When is Bluefur gonna teach you how to climb trees and catch prey," "Not sure, but I told her I wanted to know everything that she considered basic." Brindlepaw stood up and stretched, "Have you guys learned the warrior code yet?"

The newer apprentices looked at each other and glanced back at Brindlepaw, "Not at all, when did you learn it?" The silver she-cat blinked in surprise, "I'm surprised none of your mentors have said a word about it!"

While the other apprentices continued discussing what they've been learning, Crowpaw watched the sun go down, an orange light coloring the pale sand on the ground of the clearing—he didn't realize Redpaw got up and sat right next to him, "You're worried about my sister?" Crowpaw felt his fur stand and snapped out of his trance, "Yeah, do you think she's lonely in there?" The tortoiseshell tom nodded, "Yeah, but I'm sure she'll heal sooner or later." Redpaw sniffed Crowpaw and pressed his nose into him, "You should lighten up, Spottedpaw will be just fine. I'm sure she'll become a warrior the same time we will."

Crowpaw finished up his mouse, "Do you have any goals, Crowpaw?" The black apprentice turned his head to his denmate, his eyes meeting the golden eyes of Redpaw, "I guess... To learn everything. That's all. I don't want to be the best hunter, the best warrior—not even leader if I could... I think I want to just earn my clan's trust." Redpaw licked his paws clean, "You humble yourself too much, Crowpaw! Besides, a lot of the clan is okay with you now!" Crowpaw shook his head, "Tigerpaw still gives me dirty looks, Dappletail hisses at me sometimes, the older toms don't really say anything to me and the elders are still weary of me... And don't get me started on Thistleclaw." Redpaw paused for a moment and thought, "I get that. It must be hard being born a kittypet, but know that your clan will eventually trust you and protect you like the rest of us."

Yeah... Being born a kittypet...

Tiny mewling came from a basket of newborn kittens. The firstborn was curled up next to his siblings, but he was smaller compared to his two other littermates. it's been half a moon since the kits were born and this tiny kit's eyes were still shut, but he could hear everything. "They're beautiful, aren't they Jake?" A she-cat's voice could be heard looming over the kits, her warm smell lingered in the air. Suddenly, a larger scent lingered above the kits, colliding with the she-cat's scent, "They're wonderful, but quite strange they don't have my fur color." When will I open my eyes? 

"Quince, they will make fine cats. I'm sure someday I'll see them grown up," the tom purred, he sniffed the tiny one and pressed his nose into his tiny body. Whose that! The tiny kit squeaked and pawed at the tom's ginger muzzle, the older cat purring. "Have you made names for them yet," the tom turned to his mate, "Yes, the gray she-kit is Ruby, and the black-and-white tom is Socks." Jake turned back to his tiny son, "Why not name this one, 'Tiny'?"

Yes, my name is Tiny, you must be my father, the kit with all his might, opened his eyes. Quince and Jake—my mother and father. Tiny sat up but fell back onto the cushioned basket, feeling his mother's tongue lick his head. "Tiny, you'll grow up to be a brave, young cat," Quince gently purred as Jake mewled in, "You will have nothing stop you."

Yes, nothing will stop me.

Crowpaw woke up and sat up in his mossbed. The lingering scent of his mother's fur was stuck in the air for a moment—he missed his mother more than anything. He looked back at his denmates, seeing the older apprentices curled up in the back of the den and cringing when he heard Tigerpaw snoring loudly. The black apprenttice slipped out through the bracken and into the moonlight, casting his shadow on the sand. He looked up at the stars that sparkled above him, You all brought me here, huh? Crowpaw looked around before noticing Goosefeather looking at him from across the clearing. Unsettled, the young apprentice stepped back and fell onto rump. "I'm sorry for the way I introduced myself to you, Crowpaw."

"it's okay, Goosefeather, I didn't mean for Bluefur to scold you," the apprentice slowly crept to the old medicine cat. "You sense something dark from Thistleclaw, don't you."

"...How did you know?" Goosefeather blinked and stared at the tom, "You are what Starclan told me about" The apprentice gave the medicine cat a confused look, "Is that why you hissed that weird line to me," and the older cat nodded. "You see it much more clearly than any other cat. You need to help Spottedpaw understand that she loves too foolishly—she cannot learn that lesson alone," Crowpaw blinked and stay silent, until he heard rustling through the warrior's den, jumping behind a log near the medicine den.

It was Bluefur, her thick gray fur shining in the moonlight, creeping in the clearing. She looked around, Crowpaw immediately ducking before watching his mentor slip through the gorse tunnel. He looked back at the medicine den and Goosefeather was snoring peacefully, Crowpaw turned to look back the gorse tunnel and pursued after his mentor, staying as silent as he could be. Crowpaw stalked through the brushes, his paws avoiding anything on the path beneath him—he could smell the rushing water of the river and noticed the scent markers left by Thunderclan, was fading. Why is she heading to the Sunningrocks? Crowpaw poked his head under a bush that sat next to the river, watching the warrior crossing the river. His widened when he saw the cat with a crooked jaw standing at the edge of the river, Crowpaw stayed silent and closed his eyes to hide himself in the shadows. 

"You should be careful now when coming to see me during the day, Crookedjaw," Bluefur nuzzled the Riverclan tom's neck, both cats purring at each other's scent. The pale brown tom mewled, "How's your new apprentice holding up?" The river picked up, and Crowpaw heard Bluefur hiss something into Crookedjaw's ear but it wasn't audible from the crashing water. Water managed to splash onto the apprentice's face, causing him to jump back from the bush and shaking his head. He looked up and saw his mentor gone, did he managed to scare her off from rustling in the bush too hard? Crowpaw got out from the bush and tried to wipe the remaining water from his face, "Foxdung, did she walk right into Riverclan territory?"

The black apprentice stared at the other side of the river, hesitant to cross over. This is wrong, I can't do be following Bluefur like this, Crowpaw sighed and turned around to head back to camp. He listened carefully as wind gently blew the green roof of leaves above his head, lightly feeling the air brushing against his dark pelt. Suddenly, he heard crackling, ducking into a brush and listening in on what it was—it was Thistleclaw and he had an awful stench like fresh-kill gone bad and rotten. It smelled like something he's sensed from his dream, was his dream correlated to what the gray warrior smells like? Anger and rage emitted from the older cat, Crowpaw shuddering and every inch of fur stood on his back—it was almost like Thistleclaw knew he was there and even just the smallest, tineiest sound would cause the tom to go on a rampage. 

It felt like forever until seemed safe to leave the spot Crowpaw hid in, poking his small head out and seeing the sun's light peaking above the leaves. The apprentice slowly got up and stretched, sniffing the air before pushing forward back to camp, hurridly trotting towards the ravine. How long had he been awake for until the sun came up, he was exhausted from staying up for too long. He remembered he was following Bluefur and wondering if she's already back at camp. Crowpaw crept into the gorse tunnel and saw that the clan was still asleep, and curiously, he padded towards the warriors den to see that his mentor hadn't made it back just yet. Crowpaw was disappointed, but it was no matter. The apprentice walked himself back into the apprentice den and slowly tiptoed over his denmates, curling up on his moss and moments of going in and out of darkness, Crowpaw peacefully slept.

Bluefur looked back to see that Crookedjaw was still watching her from across the riverbank. She flicked her tail and her eyes shined like stars as she looked at her forbidden partner. Crookedjaw mewled an affection trill before turning away and disappearing into the forest, the Thunderclan she-cat blinked and turned to walk back towards camp. On the way there, Bluefur smelled something she hasn't traced before, a kittypet. Instinctively, she followed the smell quietly, lowering herself so her belly touched the ground. Bluefur's eyes sharply darted to each side of her as she continued tracing the smell until she the scent got stronger. She pounced and Bluefur hissed, "What are you doing on Thunderclan's territory! This is no place for you kittypets to—"

Something about this kittypet was off, she seems so familiar. Her fur was flowy and gray, and her eyes were just like the blue eyes Crowpaw had. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to trespass on your territory, I'll leave," the gray she-cat darted past Bluefur, the warrior gasping, "Wait! Hold on!"

Bluefur pursued the kittypet until she reached the border of Thunderclan's territory and the Twolegplace. The warrior panted as she looked at the gray she-cat on the fence, huffing out, "Why were you in the forest? W-Were you looking for a cat?"

The she-cat looked down, her whiskers twitching in fear of the strange feral cat from below.

"I was looking for my son, Tiny! I'm sure he's a tad bit bigger now but he's a small tom with black fur but one of his paws is white. He has blue eyes and a purple kittypet collar."

Bluefur's suspicion was right as she caught her breath, "Have you seen him, miss forest cat?"

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"You cannot be sleeping in until sundown, Crowpaw!" Bluefur growled and her lip curling, but the apprentice just smiled at her and purred. "I was waiting for you to come back from... Er... From your morning walk..." Crowpaw mewled, stretching as his mentor sighed, "Come, we'll work on climbing trees today and I'll also talk to you about the warrior code." The apprentice licked himself clean as his mentor waited near the gorse tunnel. "Ready? Once you complete training today, grab yourself a meal," Crowpaw nodded and both Thunderclan cats slip through the tunnel and passed the gorge. Crowpaw turned his head and saw Sparrowpelt teaching Redpaw self-defense, wondering if he'll be doing the same soon.

The cats trotted to a nearby hunting ground and immediately, the apprentice traced a smell. He followed it without hesitation and soon found himself at a very tall pinetree. Crowpaw could smell the squirrel that hid among the branches and pine needles, his nose twitching, "You can smell the squirrel, yes?" Bluefur purred, "You're already learning scents and I haven't trained you on it just yet—that's good."

The apprentice looked up at the tree, "I can see it's tail! It's looking right at me!" The squirrel made Crowpaw even hungrier as it looked down at him from above, attempting to hide itself in the tree. The barky tree looked humongous, intimidating the apprentice and making him feel a little less confident. "It looks scary at first, but if you understand how to scale your first tree—you'll be able to climb any tree," Bluefur mewled to the tom as she looked up the tree.

"This is on your final assessment, so now is a perfect time to start trying to climb trees. I'll demonstrate for you," the she-cat unsheathed her claws and propped herself on her haunches, "Look here, Crowpaw," Bluefur bounched off her hind legs and gripped her claws onto the rigged tree trunk. "You want to make sure your back claws are clipping onto the bark as well, otherwise your weight will pull you down and so will your claws—it'll hurt a lot if your front claws are pulled down!"

The apprentice studied Bluefur's grip on the tree, her sharp claws digging deep into the tree's crevices. "Now, you try it," Bluefur flicked her tail at Crowpaw as he got up on his haunches, eyeing where he could jump to. The tom bounced up his claws immediately locked into the tree, "Hey, I'm on it!" The gray warrior purred in amusement, "You're getting a hang of it, Crowpaw! It's wonderful! Now, move up!" Bluefur kicked her back feet upwards and stretched out her front legs to pull her upwards—the warrior managed to climb up onto a tree branch and watched her apprentice from below.

Crowpaw looked up, furrowing his brows and growling, pushed his hind legs to bring him up and stretching as much as he can, "Put all your weight into your front paws, rather than the back," Bluefur calls out. Crowpaw's felt like they were burning and wanted to give in, but with all his might he pulled himself up, pulling his hind legs down into the tree bark and scaling the tree until he moved past Bluefur by accident and made it up the tree to where he saw the squirrel resting. "I found it, Bluefur! I'm gonna get it!"

The warrior gasped and tried to call him back down, "Crowpaw! Get down! You haven't even learned how to safely get down! Come back here at once!" Her word fell on deaf ears as the young tom gradually slithered towards the squirrel, and once he had it right there, "Got'cha!"

Crowpaw pounced and caught the squirrel, pushing his teeth down onto its neck to put it down. It squeaked before going limp, and Crowpaw looked back at his mentor with a smug look, the prey dangling from his jaws. Bluefur looked agitated at first, but then smiled, "That's a good catch, Crowpaw, but now you must scale down that squirrel!" Bluefur jumped down, landing on her paws and looking back up at her apprentice, she was confident in him yet was so concerned as well. "To scale back down, you simply do the same way you went up," Crowpaw looked at Bluefur and then began to scoot his way back on the branch, carefully twisting his body so his front paws clung onto the tree's bark. He looked down and felt his claws slipping a bit until the young tom dug deeper into the tree. "Slowly, come down, Crowpaw," Bluefur mewled as she sat down, still watching him.

The young apprentice slowly climbed down the tree, his jaws still clenching the prey he'd caught. Soon, he reached the moss covered ground and dropped onto his paws, approaching his mentor and dropped the squirrel in front of Bluefur's feet. "Done!"

Out of frustration, Bluefur swatted Crowpaw on his head with her paw and her lip curling, "Ow! What was that for?!" She hissed, "That was reckless, Crowpaw! You could've gotten yourself in an accident." Crowpaw's ears folded back, "I got carried away, Bluefur, I'm sorry." The squirrel no longer tasted delicious, instead bitter guilt lingered on his tongue like the borage he picked for Featherwhisker a few sunrises ago.  The she-cat sighed and gave an apologetic expression to Crowpaw, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you. Please heed my instructions next time, okay?" The apprentice blinked and mewled softly, "Okay." 

"On the brightside of things, you're a natural climber, Crowpaw. We'll practice a little more so you don't throw yourself off balance when climbing down," Bluefur purred, "Now, let's take back the prey you caught and we'll take a break, your claws must be sore." Crowpaw picked up the squirrel, and trotted back to camp with his mentor, she was right though, his claws were aching and his paws felt brittle from the tree bark.

"That's the biggest squirrel I've seen this moon!" Redpaw bounced on his toes as he saw Crowpaw drop the squirrel onto the fresh-kill pile, "Are you gonna eat it," asks Redpaw, licking his lips. "No, I think I want the elders to have it," Crowpaw's denmate looked at him with a disappointed look, "But it's your catch! You don't wanna savour it?" The dark apprentice shook his head and trilled, "I can always catch something bigger, Redpaw. Besides, it's my first catch ever, I wanna share it." The toritoiseshell blinked, "Well, that's your choice. I gotta get back to helping Frostpaw with taking ticks off the elders but I'll let them know you caught a really big squirrel for them," "But isn't that an older apprentice's duty?"

His denmate sighed, "Tigerpaw was chosen to do a patrol to remark our territory, so Sparrowpelt ordered me to immediately go help with elder duties." Crowpaw blinked, licking his paws and cleaning the top of his head, "Well, I hope it's not too bad for you, hopefully we can train together soon!" Redpaw nodded in agreement and turned back to the elders den before mewing, "I"ll see you back at the apprentice den!"

Crowpaw slowly blinked and purred before picking up a pigeon that was on the fresh-kill pile and trotting to the medicine den. "Hey Spottedpaw," Crowpaw popped his head in to see the tortoiseshell sorting herbs, "Crowpaw!"

The young tom slipped in and dropped the pigeon, "Oh, Willow and Poppydawn dropped off a thrush for me earlier while you went out with Bluefur, you must be hungry so please eat!" Crowpaw blinked before looking away in embarassment, "Yeah... I forgot I haven't eaten anything," hearing his denmate giggle made his ears flick in amusement. "How is your injury holding up," the tom mewed as he clawed off the pigeon, Spottedpaw yawned and watched Crowpaw as he bit into the breast of the fresh-kill. "It's been okay, it still kind of hurts, but Featherwhisker said I should be outta here in a few more moons," she trills, rolling dock leaves and placing the rolled up balls in a neat pile. "Redpaw said you slept in longer than you should've, Crowpaw," the she-cat looked at her denmate with concern, "Yeah, well... I had a 'badnight' sleep I guess." 

Spottedpaw purred, "I understand, you should try putting some feathers and newer moss in your bedding next time," she pressed his nose against his cheek and sniffed her denmate, "You smell a lot like pine needles, did you climb today?" Crowpaw trilled with a proud look on his face, "Yes, I did! I caught a huge squirrel!" The tortoiseshell's ears perked up, "I wish I could've saw it! I bet it's better than anything Tigerpaw has caught!" Crowpaw's eyes glimmered like a gentle stream under the sun, "Bluefur said I was a natural climber... When you get outta here, I wanna train with you so I can help you climb tree too!" Spottedpaw shuddered, "Maybe not so soon, Crowpaw." They both giggled and saw a silver face pop in the den, "It's good to see you, Crowpaw. I heard from Red[aw that you climbed up a tree today, how are your claws?"

The black apprentice flexed his claws, "They ache a little bit but it's nothing bothersome," he mewed. Featherwhisker nodded and smiled, he turned his attention to Spottedpaw, "Thank you for rolling up those dock leaves, Spottedpaw. You're doing a fantastic job," the she-cat purred as a response. "I can't wait to go back to training, Crowpaw. I wanna learn with you and our other denmates!" Spottedpaw mewed, "I'll make sure I can be just as good as you! I bet when we're warriors, Tigerclaw will know who'lll be the better warriors!"

"The Warrior Code is very simple once you adjust to it. First and the most important: Defend your clan, even if you need to give up your life," Bluefur mewed as she shared tongues with Crowpaw, the apprentice glancing back at her, "Can't I have friends from another clan? Well, if that ever happens?" The she-cat mewed as a response, "You could, but remember that your loyalty stays in your clan—you'll never know when you're going to face them in battle someday." Crowpaw thought about it, Isn't Bluefur afraid to encounter that Crookedjaw cat in battle? The idea of befriending a different cat from another clan sounded so sad, knowing he'd have to kill a friend to help his clan win a fight. 

Bluefur continued, "Two: Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory. All clans have an equal share of prey and therefore, we have no need to take prey from another Clan." Crowpaw nodded, "Understood." The gray she-cat mewed and laid on her belly, her fur feeling the warm sand of the clearing. "Three: Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits are always fed before apprentices or warriors. It's important we keep our weakest cats alive so they can thrive as much as us warriors and apprentices." Bluefur got up and nodded at Crowpaw to follow, the apprentice following her, were they going for a walk? "Four: Prey is killed only to be eaten. You've asked before, but as a reminder, remember that we give thanks to Starclan for it's life." The two cats padded along the path, away from the clan, Crowpaw could feel his paws stepping on the fallen leaves beneath him. "Five: A kit must be at least six moons old, however any cat beyond that age can be an apprentice at any moment," "So any cat could be a warrior but if they need to train again, would they become a 'paw' just like my denmates and I?" The gray she-cat blinked in response, "That hasn't been the case yet, so I'm not so sure."

Crowpaw looked above them as Bluefur continued to explain the Warrior Code, look at the trees and the small spoltches of sunlight that peaked through gaps in the leaves. "Six: Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent viigil for one night once they've recieved their warrior name," Crowpaw stopped and titled his head, "What's a vigil?" The warrior mewed, "A silent vigil is held for new warriors to reflect and meditate on their new responsibilities. However, we have vigils for fallen warriors as well to mourn them." They continued their way on the path, Crowpaw's feet beginning to ache, "Where're we headed, Bluefur?" She didn't respond to her apprentice before meowing, "You'll see when we get there."

"Seven: A cat cannot become a deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice," Bluefur saw a stream and looked at her young apprentice, "Would you like a drink?" Crowpaw nodded and trotted behind her to the stream, immediately crouching down to get a drink of the freshwater. "Eight: The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled." The dark apprentice lifted his head, water dripped from his chin, "Exiled? Has that happened before?" Bluefur shook her head, "No, however a leader can leave when he or she feels it is necessary..." So Pinestar exiled himself for Sunstar to become leader, Crowpaw thought as he licked his paws. "Nine: After the death, retirement, promotion, or exile of the deputy, the new deputy is to be chosen before moonhigh." Crowpaw blinked, "What happens if the new leader takes too long," "Then they're either are punished by doing unfavorable tasks, a scolding or in some cases, they lose their rank."

"Come, let's continue moving," Bluefur flicked her tail and looked back at her apprentice. Crowpaw got one last sip of water before getting right back up and padding behind his mentor, still curious where they were going. "Ten: A Gathering of all four clans is held at the fullmoon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among the clans at that time," "Tawnyspots told me about that a while ago!" Bluefur purred, "That's good you knew of it before, so you're already aware of what's expected."

"Eleven: Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. We must challenge any trespassing cats," the apprentice stopped and his mentor looked back, "How come you never challenged me? You, Patchpelt, or Whitepaw didn't attack me."  

Bluefur turned around and mewled, "We aren't allowed to attack kits, it's against the code—I'll get to that soon." Does every cat follow that code? Crowpaw nodded, "Please continue, Bluefur. I'm sorry for interrupting you." The gray she-cat slowly blinked and trilled, "All questions are welcome, Crowpaw—this is the time for you to learn everything you need to know." They continued walking, "Twelve: No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan or like you, a kittypet." They continued down the path until they reached a border of Thunderclan's, which was right next to the Thunderpath. Crowpaw took one whiff of the air and hissed, the black stone's scent was bitter and stunk like unburied dirt. The black stone grumbled and a monster passed by this time, Crowpaw standing his ground. They continued making their way, the apprentice licking his shoulder.

"Thirteen: The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code," Bluefur added on, "It sounds confusing, but it means the leader's decisions are considered absolute law and must be followed by all Clan members." The apprentice raised a brow and flicked his tail, "So kind of like an order," his mentor nodded in response, "Precisely."

"Fourteen: An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code of it is necessary for self-defense," Crowpaw's feet began to ache again, groaning a bit, "How much longer, Bluefur?" The blue-gray warrior sternly replied, "This is your training—I'm making you learn the Warrior Code while we patrol the entire territory to train your endurance. Also, this is punishment for you being reckless!"  Crowpaw's ears pinned back and pouted, following his mentor still. They reached another end of the border that looked almost like the border they share with Riverclan but no Sunningrocks. Crowpaw smelling an unfamiliar scent and seeing his mentor growl, "Has Riverclan been here, it smells different, Bluefur." The she-cat nodded, "Come, we're going to cross here, there's another place you need to see." Bluefur pounced onto stones that made a path to cross the river, Crowpaw carefully following. He felt his paw slip into the water and he hissed, "It's so cold!"

"Get used it," Bluefur called out. Bluefur crossed and thought, purring at an idea she had, "Now let's hurry, we're now in enemy territory. The tom licked his paws to get the water off of him and hurridly followed the warrior. They darted through the wetland, only brush and shorter trees covered the land, wondering if they'll encounter a Riverclan patrol. "Fifteen," Bluefur puffed, "A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet!" Crowpaw felt his paw pads go numb as they ran, the breeze on his pelt felt fresh and he purred in contentment. After what seemed forever, Bluefur stopped, "We're here. I needed to show you this spot," the apprentice blinked and looked up at the four trees that surrounded them. They were massive, and towered above the cats! The sun lit a rock that stood in the center, a big window of sunlight right above it. "This is Fourtrees, where all Gatherings take place."

The warrior turned to her apprentice, "Finally: Each Clan has every right to be proud and independent. However, in times of trouble, they must forget their boundaries and fight side-by-side... Each Clan must help the others so that no Clan will fall." Crowpaw sniffed the air, the giant oak trees smelled wonderful and had this etheral smell that was indescribable. "Bluefur, how come we ran through Riverclan territory to get here," Crowpaw titled his head, "So you'd stop complaining about your paws... You can rest now, young one."

"So then we ran through the wetlands," "You guys went on Riverclan grounds?!" The apprentices looked puzzled, "We're not even a moon into training and you already tested your luck!" Whitepaw sat up, his yellow eyes wide, "Did a patrol see you?"

Crowpaw had this smug look on his face, twitching his whiskers, "Nope!" He spotted his dark tabby denmate laying on his moss bed, glaring at him. "You and Bluefur are both mouse-brains for that, you do realize there's a way to the Fourtrees without tresspassing! You just broke a Code!" The apprentice mewled mischievously, "That's the funny part. We weren't on Riverclan grounds entirely, we were definitely risking it." Tigerpaw rolled his eyes and turned away and Frostpaw shook her head, "He's just jealous." The tabby growled and slapped his thick tail on the ground, "I'm right here!" Willowpaw who sat next to Whitepaw sighed, "You gotta be careful with the stuff you say Crowpaw, you never know when you're gonna get in some foxdung."

Tigerpaw listened to his denmates continue to gossip, thinking to himself as he falls asleep.

If Crowpaw is so brave like he's saying he is, how about he goes to the Owl Tree.

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"Hey you're up!" Redpaw trilled and looked at Spottedpaw, his tail standing straight up and rubbing up against her flank. It's been far too many sunrises since Spottedpaw had been able to get back on her feet, but she was excited to finally stretch her legs out. It's been almost a moon ever since she was named an apprentice.

"Ah! Be careful! I'm still healing a bit," she warned her littermate. Swiftbreeze bounded towards her daughter, "Did Featherwhisker say you could leave your nest? Where is he?" She looked around to see if the young medicine cat was around, "He's out collecting herbs! But look, I'm fine!" Spottedpaw wobbled triumphantly in a small circle. Sunstar entered the clearing at the head of the patrol, "Spottedpaw! It's good to see you are on your paws, we all missed you dearly!" Spottedpaw trilled in response, knowing that even the leader was anticipating her continuation with training. I'm excited to see everyone, but I want to see Crowpaw the most! I bet his eyes will pop out of his head when he sees me up!

"I'll be able to continue my duties tomorrow! I'm feeling so much butter now! Anyways, where's Crowpaw," the tortoiseshell she-cat bounced, about to bound towards the apprentice den. "Hold it," Sunstar purred. "Are you fully healed?" Spottedpaw nodded her head profusely, "Yeah! I'm perfectfully fine!" She darts her head to look behind Sunstar, seeing a patrol of cats spill in. Tigerpaw bounded right into the clearing, then skidded to a halt by the fresh-kill pile. "I'm starving! I tell ya, chasing kittypets was hard work," Tigerpaw declared, "They were like scared mice!" Weedwhisker mewed from the elders' den, "Really? A strong young apprentice like yourself against some old, fat kittypets?" 

Tigerpaw grinned with confidence, "They were totally afraid of me! Ya should've seen how fast they ran!" A voice popped up behind Spottedpaw, "Tigerpaw didn't look so brave when one of the kittypets stopped on top of the fence to hiss right at him!" The she-cat jumped and saw Thistleclaw right behind her, purring. HIs amber eyes shined like the sun, "You be feeling better! It's great to see you again, Spottedpaw!" She felt the tip of her ears grow hot, "I-It's great to see you too!" Why was Thistleclaw looking at her so closely, was it because she had moss on her muzzle? "Thistleclaw! Can I eat now?"

The tabby was bouncing on his toees besides the heap of prey that sat next to him. "Weedwhisker got himself and Mumblefoot a shrew, plus Stonepelt and Larksong didn't want anything! My belly is aching already!" Thistleclaw twitched his whiskers and nodded, "Go on, but don't eat too much, you might not want to go battle training after sunhigh." Tigerpaw excitedly chose the fattest rabbit before promising his mentor with a mouthful of meat, "I won't!"

"What about you, Spottedpaw? Did you come out to eat?" Spottedpaw shook her head, "No, I wanted to test my leg! I think I'm ready to go back to training now!' Thistleclaw's eyes widened. "Wow, you're really determined, huh?" The apprentice purred, "Of course! I don't want my denmates or littermates to be warriors before me!" The gray-and-white warrior titled his head on one side, studying her. "Would you like to go for a walk in the forest? If your leg is okay, of course..." Spottedpaw mewed, "I'd love to! But I wanna see Crowpaw first!" Thistleclaw's eye twitched, "Oh I'm sure he'll see you soon, Spottedpaw. By the time we come back, he'll be here." She blinked, "Are you sure? What if he's not here by then! Don't you wanna eat?"

The warrior shook his head, "No, I'm not hungry. Come one, let's go before Featherwhisker sends you back to your nest!" Spottedpaw hesitated, looking around the camp disappointed before following Thistleclaw through the gorse tunnel. She glanced back to see Crowpaw emerging with Bluefur from the sandy hollow, his blue eyes locking on her precious amber eyes. He smiled and she exchange the same look. I'll talk to you later, Crowpaw, as soon as I get back!

With a purr, he led Spottedleaf through the tunnel and waited for her as she visited the dirtplace. They made up the ravine slowly, letting the apprentice lean on him on the steepest part. His fur was warm by the sun and his muscles felt strong and smooth beneath his pelt. Spottedpaw could hardly breathe by the time they got to the top, she had forgotten how high the ravine was. The two cats stopped beneath the shade of some brambles so Spottedpaw could catch her breath. Thistleclaw dipped his head toward her, concerned. "Are you sure you're fine with doing this? Featherwhisker would turn me into crowfood if you came back in worse than before!" Spottedpaw giggled , one of her paws in front of her mouth, "I'm fine, honestly! It hardly even hurts." She'd lick her shoulder to ease the burning sensation. 

"I don't want to miss out on any more training," she confessed as her ears fold back, "...I'm scared Sunstar will just give Thrushpelt a new apprentice if I stayed in the medicine den any longer." Thistleclaw licked his paws, "He wouldn't do that to you. Being a warrior means a lot to you, doesn't it?" They pushed through bracken and padded on a path that led to Snakerocks. Spottedpaw sniffed the air but couldn't detect Featherwhisker's scent, perhaps he had gone on another path since marigold grew on the edge of the river—she didn't want him to see her up and away from camp. "It's all I ever wanted. I want to become a warrior, then deputy,and then Clan leader," Spottedpaw declared. The warrior purred with amusement, "There's nothing wrong with amibition, Spottedpaw. We all desire to serve our Clan as best we can."

The two cats ducked under some bracken and Spottedpaw had witnessed the older cat flinch as the brittle leaves grazed his ear. She'd gasp, "Thistleclaw, you're hurt!" She saw a long scratch on his ear, reaching up to look at the wound, not realizing until a second after how close their muzzles were. "Was it one of the kittypets?" Thistleclaw looked at it and flicked his ear, "Would you look at that? As if those mange-balls could even get a mouse-length near me! Forget about it, I'm fine." He turned away from her and Spottedpaw almost lost her balance. "You sure? I-I could put some marigold on it," Spottedpaw offers, "I've been helping Featherwhisker wiith his herbs—I nearly know how to use all of them."

Her optimisim changed to fear as Thistleclaw curled his lip in anger, her ears pinned back with her tail underneath her. "Only the weak are injured in battle! If you are strong enough and fast enough, the only blood you'll ever draw is the blood of the enemy," he yowled. "...O-Okay, I'm sorry for offering..."

Thistleclaw turened around, sighing, "I'm so sorry dear Spottedpaw, I didn't mean to startle you. I was only angry that I had lost the fight—I won't be beaten again, I promise!" Spottedpaw stood up and purred, "I know you won't." The pain in her shoulder was no more than a dull ache, she couldn't have been happier to stare at the large warrior all day. She could feel her heart pounding, and every blade of grass beneath her.

"Hey Crowpaw! You just missed it, my sister's able to walk now!" Redpaw bounded towards Crowpaw, "Oh I saw her leave. Why was she with Thistleclaw?" His denmate shrugged and twitched his whiskers, "You wanna share fresh-kill? You must be super hungry after battle training!" Crowpaw looked at his mentor for approval. Bluefur nodded and smiled, padding over to a good spot in the clearing the bask in the sunlight. The dark apprentice watched as his denmated darted to the fresh-kill pile and chose a pheasant, something Crowpaw hasn't eaten yet. "What's that," he asked, "Pheasant!" The two toms sat next to each other and Crowpaw was offered the first bite, which he gladly tried. "How is it? They started catching them recently," the black tom lifted his head "Delicious!"

"So what did you learn," Redpaw asked with a bite still in his mouth. "I learned how to pounce properly from the side and from behind a cat... Bluefur also taught me how to use my hind legs since she noticed how good I am at kicking." Tigerpaw listened from a distance, a malevolent purr rung out from his throat. He got up from his spot and padded over to the two younger apprentices. Crowpaw and Redpaw looked up at the tabby, his amber eyes gleaming as if he was planning something. Redpaw's tail swayed a bit, "What do you want, Tigerpaw?"

"I just wanted to see what was up. Could I join you?" Redpaw's head immediately faced Crowpaw and cringed once he heard Crowpaw mewl, "Sure, you don't really talk to us anyways." The large tabby apprentice plopped right in front of them and trilled, "You must be really brave from being so close to Riverclan territory huh, Crowpaw?" The apprentice continued to eat and licked his lips, "I guess so! If the bravest and strongest apprentice thinks so, then I must be." Redpaw's eye twitched, This is embarassing...

"You think I'm brave? I wasn't brave until I went and challenged the owl at the Owl Tree," Tigerpaw bragged, knowing full well he's never been to the Owl Tree once. "An owl?" The tabby tom laughed, "You don't know what an owl is? It's a big bird and it lives at the Owl Tree!" Crowpaw tilted his head, curious what he meant. "Crowpaw, don't. He's lying to you, there is no owl there!" Crowpaw purred, "You're challenging me," the dark apprentice raised a brow, "Well if you're too scared to practice fighting a real enemy..." Tigerpaw yawned and got up, turning away from them, "Then I guess you're not as brave as me! Just a scared ol' kittypet!" The apprentice's brows furrowed and the tortoiseshell apprentice hissed into his ear, "Don't! He's just messing with you!"

Crowpaw, annoyed and full of himself, bounces up on his toes and darts right in front of Tigerpaw, "Then I accept your challenge, Tigerpaw!" The tabby halts and a purr rolls out, "Okay then! Here, you and Redpaw will stay up until the clan is asleep and the night patrol is sent out, then, meet me outside the gorse tunnel and near the ravine. Don't get caught and don't keep me waiting!" Tigerpaw flicked his tail up and trotted off into the apprentice den. Redpaw growled and stomped right up to his denmate, "Are you serious, Crowpaw! You're gonna get us killed! Not by the owl but by our mentors, maybe even Sunstar!" Crowpaw rolled his eyes, "Well I wanna prove to Tigerpaw that I'm not a kittypet anymore!" The red-tailed apprentice groaned with annoyance, "Ugh... Fine! We'll go!" Crowpaw blinked, "Well I was gonna just say that if you didn't wanna go that's fine," his tail stood up, "But seems like you already said yes!"

Hours pass and it was sunhigh, Crowpaw felt himself regret agreeing to go to the Owl Tree later on when the moon's out. I really wish I didn't agree, he thought to himself as he picked at the dewy moss and squeezing the moisture out. The  apprentice was lost in thought until he heard a faint voice. He looked at his surroundings and spotted a cat. He squinted and saw Goosefeather staring at him from afar, creeping him out a bit. Crowpaw stayed silent until Goosefeather's words were coherent, "You are the crow that flies freely above the forest—follow your destiny. Crowpaw, you will make the forest yours to prevail." Crowpaw blinked and Goosefeather was gone.

Crowpaw shooked his head and continued to think to himself, lost in a sea of anxiety. He found himself struggling to pick up the moss, "Crow'awh, wha are you 'oing—C'on!" Whitepaw turned back, his chin holding down the moss and a blob of it in his mouth. "Coming," Crowpaw called out, picking up the moss and following the older apprentice. He trotted behind Whitepaw, his mind still racing. They crossed the ravine and entered the gorse tunnel, making their way to the apprentices' den. "Crowpaw, you're really tense, are you okay?"

The dark apprentice's ears perk up, his ice-blue eyes widened, "Yes Whitepaw, I'm okay." Whitepaw paused, studying Crowpaw for a moment and going back to fixed the den's nests, "Well okay. I believe you." The apprentice looked back to see Spottedpaw coming back through the gorse tunnel, following behind the large gray-and-white warrior she accompanied earlier. She looked at his direction and with glee, trotted towards him. "Crowpaw! I missed you! Where were you?"

Crowpaw trilled, "I was in the sandy hollow! How's your shoulder?" Spottedpaw twitched her whiskers, "Tip-top shape! It doesn't hurt anymore!" The tom glanced at Thistleclaw for a moment, his amber eyes glaring right at the apprentice, it sent shudders down his spine. "Crowpaw, are you okay," Spottedpaw tilted her head. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry." She nuzzled Crowpaw's neck, the tom's face went hot, Spottedpaw had never smelled more sweeter than in the moment. "I'm... Glad you're out of the medicine den," Crowpaw purred, "Yeah... I'm happy too—Oh, Redpaw!"

Redpaw appeared behind Crowpaw, making the apprentice bounce on his toes. The red-tailed apprentice looked at Spottedpaw with furrowed brows, "Where've you been! All the apprentices have been working on the den nests—you should be doing the same if you're all healed!" Spottedpaw's ears pinned back in shame and guilt, Crowpaw mewling back, "You act like she isn't still trying to move her body! She's been den-ridden for almost the entire moon!" Redpaw stayed quiet, then turned back to working in the warriors' den. Is Redpaw jealous that I'm talking to his sister again? Redpaw had kept Crowpaw company while Spottedpaw was in the medicine den, and both toms seemed to have been getting close. He felt his paws dig into the earth beneath him with guilt.

"Do you two need help," Spottedpaw offered, Whitepaw poking his head out of the den, "You could probably help Willowpaw in the elders' den!" She'd nod at her denmate and looked back at Crowpaw, "I'll.. Talk to you later, yeah?" The dark apprentice blinked with warmth, "Yeah..." He watched his denmate leave towards the elders' den, Crowpaw remembered what was waiting for him tonight.

"Bluefur will be leading this patrol tonight. I want Thistleclaw, Dappletail, and Adderfang to accompany her." Tawnyspots spoke to the group of cats that grouped up in front of him, the orange sunlight warming and staining his light-gray pelt. The gray she-cat nodded, leading her patrol to the gorse tunnel, Crowpaw noticed that Thistleclaw loooked irritated—Bluefur told him during a training session that neither warriors were fond of each other. 

Crowpaw's heart was racing and felt his stomach churning, wishing he hadn't eaten that sparrow with Spottedpaw earlier. He looked back, seeing the she-cat and his denmates asleep, all but one—Redpaw, who was curled up, waiting for the sun to go down as well. He kneaded his nest, feeling his claws dig into the fresh moss he changed out earlier that day. "You should try to sleep, Crowpaw," Redpaw looked at his denmate over his shoulder. "The longer you're up, the longer it takes." Crowpaw sighed in response, laying down and tucking his paws beneath his chest. He watched the sun continue to creep its way downwards, falling behind the tress that surrounded Thunderclan's camp.

He closed his eyes, feeling the darkness take over until suddenly, he envisions the dark red forest he'd dreamt of before. He could hear someone from the distance, the sihlouette of Thistleclaw stood on top of a hill and his amber eyes were like slits. He could smell blood, looking down he saw the body of a mangled cat. Crowpaw looked back up, hearing Thistleclaw talk to him. His ears burned and the sound of the gray-and-white warrior's voice sounded furious, belowing the words, "Don't get in the way, Crowpaw. No matter what you do, I'll rid of you and any cat in my way. I don't care." Even Spottedpaw, wouldn't you? "She's a pawn, and I don't need her." Suddenly, Thistleclaw charged at him and reached his front legs out, claws unsheathed. Crowpaw tried to move but the blood beneath his paws were as sticky as tree sap, refusing to let go. His heart beat began to increase.

Before he could collide with Thistleclaw, Crowpaw woke up, his heart beating rapidly. He quickly looked around him, seeing if he'd woken up his denmates—they were all asleep, except Tigerpaw and Redpaw's nests were empty. Quickly, Crowpaw sat up and crept through the bracken of the apprentices' den. He looked out, seeing cats asleep in their dens, quickly leaving towards the gorse tunnel.

The apprentice looked around and saw a warrior sitting a few fox-lengths away from the entrance of camp—Sparrowpelt was meditating silently, his ears flicking. Crowpaw looked around and crouched down.The apprentice sofytly pushed through a bush, attempting to make as minimal noise as possible. He crawled through and made it to a spot where he was able to walk quickly to the ravine. The tom felt his paws go cold the more he moves away from camp, he hadn't been out at night in the territory, so this was foreign. 

Crowpaw quickly makes it through the ravine, looking around occassionally to see if there were any of his clanmates present. The dark tom made it up the ravine quicker than he usually did, looking around to see if Tigerpaw or Redpaw was nearby. He sniffed the air and tracked Tigerpaw, smelling his bitter scent nearby.

"Hey, there you are," Crowpaw hissed, seeing both toms' amber eyes glowing in the dark. "I actually thought you wouldn't come," Tigerpaw blinked in surprise, "Okay, come." Tigerpaw turned, looking back at his denmates and his tail swaying. Redpaw sighed and whispered to Crowpaw, "I have a bad feeling about this," "It'll be fine."

The three apprentices crept through the darkness of the forest. Crowpaw looked around, not hearing a sound from anything but a nearby stream and the trees' leaves occassionally rustling from the soft wind. The darkness seemed so alien to him, Is this what night patrols have to see? He looked at Tigerpaw, who was silent despite how big his paws were—Crowpaw saw how long the senior apprentice's claws were, which intimidated him a bit. They glistened in the night, the moonlight gleaming through the trees. 

It felt like they were in the darkness for hours until Tigerpaw came to a halt. "We're here," he hissed, "Get down." The two other apprentices followed, Crowpaw looking up to see a whole. "What now, where's the owl," Crowpaw whispered, "That's just it: I don't know." He looked at the hole in the tree, his whiskers twitching. "It's in there, Crowpaw. Go up to the tree." Redpaw's ears flicked, "This is a terrible idea. We need to go back!" Tigerpaw made a low growl, "Shut up! He wants to do this, isn't that right, Crowpaw?"

As soon as they looked back at the spot, Crowpaw was, he was gone. "What in Starclan—Crowpaw's climbing the tree," Tigerpaw gasped, astonished and almost laughing.

Crowpaw dug into the tree trunk, quicker than how he was when he started learning how to hunt properly. The dark apprentice looked down and saw that he was already high up, but kept going. He caught himself onto the branch and faced the hole. He sniffed it, peering his head in. "He's an actual mouse-brain," Tigerpaw rolled his eyes, "Kittypet! Get your head outta there." Crowpaw looked back, "You're a liar, Tigerpaw! There's no owl!" Redpaw sighed until he heard something in the air, his heart dropped. "Tigerpaw... Tell him to get down now," the tabby was frozen in place, his lip quivering, "You heard it... Too, didn't you?"

Crowpaw hissed, "Seems like braver than you are, Tigerpaw!" The tabby yowled, "Crowpaw! Run! Get down, now!"

The dark apprentice felt his stomach drop. He turned his head, a large owl was perched right behind him. It screeched at him and Crowpaw screamed bloody murder, falling from the branch and landing in bracken beneath the tree. The other two apprentices ducked under bushes and watched Crowpaw bolt out from the bush and away from the tree, the horned owl squaling as its huge wings flapped in the darkness. "We have to go after him!"

"Redpaw, are you a fool! He's done for, I'm not gonna get myself killed for a tiny, weak kittypet!" Redpaw growled at his denmate, "You coward." The tortioseshell tom bounced onto his toes and chased after the owl and his friend, "Don't worry Crowpaw, I'm coming!" Tigerpaw hestitated, but got up and chased after his clanmates, "Don't let it get you!"

Crowpaw's breathing was erratic, it felt like he couldn't breathe—he'd never run so fast until now. The horned cooed loudly, its talons reaching out for him but only gripping a piece of his fur. Crowpaw saw a little crevice underneath the exposed roots of an old tree. Quickly, he darted under it, turning around to see the owl right in front of it. "No! Get back!"

His breath trembled as the owl squeezed into the hole, squaking and gripping onto him with its talon. It got a hold of Crowpaw's ears, trying to drag him out.

"A-Agh! Get off of me! Let go," Crowpaw cried out, his claws unsheathing and swiping at the owl. It hissed in pain and let go, clipping Crowpaw's ear. He yowled in pain and felt blood trickingly down the left side of his head. The owl felt Crowpaw's claws swipe into its feathers, the owl trying to get out before it's wounded further. Crowpaw growled in anger, hissing and pressing the owl onto the ground. It tried to peck at him but couldn't as the apprentice bit into it, drawing blood and tasting it. It was bitter and awful, he couldn't forgive it for clipping his ear.

The owl scratched Crowpaw's lip, blood dripping onto the dirt floor. Crowpaw dragged out the owl out and wrestled it, clawing at it's wings. Crowpaw screamed and swiped his claws into the owl, striking a blow that stained his white paw red. The owl's wings twitched before giving in it's last breath. The two other apprentices showed up, seeing Crowpaw look at them. "Crowpaw, you're hurt," Tigerpaw's jaw dropped, seeing a smaller apprentice than him kill such a large owl. Redpaw darted to his denmate, seeing Crowpaw's blood dripping from his chin and his ear, "You need to see Featherwhisker now!"

Rustling from bushes behind caught the attention of the young cats. "What is going on! Why are you three out here?!"

The young toms looked back and saw the moonhigh patrol behind them, "Crowpaw! What in Starclan's name are you out here for? What happened!" Bluefur had an expression filled with anger displayed, "Explain this instant!" Adderfang intruded, "Redpaw! Why are you out of camp!" Dappledtail was speechless, and the silence emitted from Thistleclaw was louder than the owl. Crowpaw's ears burned in embarassment and shame, his tail tucked under his belly. "Crowpaw, are you serious! You could've gotten killed! Redpaw and Tigerpaw could've been killed—What were you thinking trying to kill the owl!"

Tigerpaw took a step forward, "I told him to do it, Bluefur. It's my fault, but he killed the owl!" Bluefur turned her attention to him, her sapphire eyes blazing with fury. "I don't give a rat's tail about if the owl was killed! You all put yourselves in danger!"

Crowpaw shrunk in his spot, blood still dripping from his wounds. Bluefur huffed, "We're all reporting back to camp, now." Crowpaw got up, his tail still tucked under him and his ears pinned back, followed next to his leader. Redpaw whispered to his denmate, "I think you were really brave..." The tortoiseshell tom followed his father and saw Dappletail pick up the owl, carrying it in her mouth. Thistleclaw stayed behind, glaring at his apprentice, eyes like slits—he didn't need to say a word, Tigerpaw knew that Thistleclaw was disappointed in him, looking away with shame. But Thistleclaw wasn't just mad at his own mentor, he was mad that this kittypet wasn't dead.

The patrol made it back to camp creeping into the ravine and past Sparrowpelt. Bluefur darted her eyes at him, "Sparrowpelt, make sure you watch the entrance of the camp much more closely. You have three apprentices slip out!" Sparrowpelt saw the apprentices, Redpaw looking at his mentor for a second before looking away in shame. Bluefur padded through the tunnel, "Adderfang, take Crowpaw and the other two apprentices to the medicine den immediately," "Will do."

Spottedpaw woke up as she heard the gorse tunnel rustling with movement. She peeked her head out to see the patrol come back, her eyes widening to see Crowpaw's wounds, glistening in the moonlight. Oh Crowpaw, what did you get yourself into, she thought to herself.

"What in the name of Starclan happened," Featherwhisker, althought exhausted, had his eyes just as wide as the owl's as he looked at Crowpaw. "He apparently snuck out of camp and killed the owl at the Owl Tree." The silver tom looked at Crowpaw and immediately sat him at a nest, gathering goldenrod and horsetail. As Featherwhisker chewed up the herbs, he looked at the other two apprentices, "They're fine, so take them back to the apprentices' den and watch over them and the others." Adderfang nodded and escorted the two back to their respective den, Crowpaw watching them walk away. "Crowpaw, you are in serious trouble... But you're quite the warrior already despite being an apprentice."

Featherwhisker felt himself suck up to the young tom as he watched tears stream down his glossy, black fur. "You guys are gonna take me back to the twolegs, aren't you?" The medicine cat purred as he smeared the poultice on Crowpaw's wounds, "No, we'd never do such a thing... You belong here." Crowpaw felt guilt stabbing his heart, "Bluefur's angry with me." The silver tom sat next to Crowpaw and smiled, tucking his paws beneath his chest. "She'll let up, and speaking of her, there she is." Crowpaw felt his heart drop as he saw her blue-and-silver face pop in, "Thank you for treating him, Featherwhisker. Could you leave us alone?" The silver tom nodded, getting up and seeing the apprentice's blue eyes plead that he won't leave. He only smiled back, I'll watch you two, don't worry.

"Crowpaw," Bluefur hesitated as she tried not to lose her temper, "That was unresponsible and I'm very disappointed in you. You, Redpaw, and Tigerpaw could've gotten yourselves killed, and for that, I have to punish you as your mentor." The gray she-cat bit her lip, "But you... Are a brave, courageous young cat—Cherish that power you have." He sobbed a bit, "I'm sorry Bluefur," feeling his mentor sigh, "You're young—you make mistakes, and that's okay." She purred in amusement, "You're just like a crow. You fly through the forest and follow your heart..." Crowpaw was reminded of the encounter with Goosefeather and blinked, he felt Bluefur's warm breath on his face as she pressed her nose against the top of his forehead, "Please rest."

Goosefeather's words from earlier that day echoed in his mind as he sat in silence, watching his mentor leave the medicine den:

"You are the crow that flies freely above the forest—follow your destiny... You will make the forest yours to prevail."

Chapter Text

It's been a moon and a half since Crowpaw had begun training under Bluefur. The apprentice sat behind a hedge in front of the dirtplace, patiently waiting for Mumblefoot to finish his business. His wounds from the owl many nights back was fully healed and left a impressive tear on his left ear. There was a visible scar on his lip as well that almost reached to his nose. The elders said that the owl was delicious, albeit gamey for Larksong. Bluefur had agreed with Sunstar that just watching the elders make dirt and cleaning ticks off of them for half a moon was a punishment that suited him. He heard the elder approach and a brown face poked through the leaves, "Thank you for accompanying us for this past half-moon." 

Crowpaw turned to look at him, "It's no problem, Mumblefoot," he mewed softly, "I'm glad to be around you and the other elders." Mumblefoot twitched his whiskers and pushed through the bracken, shaking the leaves off him. "Come, let's go back and you can help change out Larksong's bedding." The apprentice led the way back, Mumblefoot a tail-length away from behind.

Not so long ago, Stonepelt passed on to Starclan—it was the first death that he'd seen during his time in the forest, but it didn't quite bother him as it did for his clanmates. He was happy though that the elder had died peacefully and surrounded by loved ones. Crowpaw remembered seeing Bluefur licking the cold fur of the old tom, mourning his death. He asked why his mentor did that, "When a cat dies in the clan, all of the cats closest to the cat will share tongues one last time with him or her. In this case, I was an apprentice of his."

They reached the gorse tunnel, Crowpaw moved aside for Mumblefoot to push through first before following from behind. The dark apprentice entered camp and saw his leader perched next to his den, basking in the sun. The golden tom spotted Crowpaw and got up, approaching the apprentice. "Seems like Sunstar wants a word with you," mews Mumblefoot, "I'll let you go. Remember to come back though!"

Crowpaw trilled and turned his glance to the elder, "I know!" Mumblefoot slowly padded over to the elders' den as the apprentice trotted up to Sunstar. "G'morning Sunstar," the apprentice dipped his head, his tail standing. "How've you been, Crowpaw. Your punishment is ending soon, so you won't need to worry about working with the elders anymore," purred the Thunderclan leader. He raised a brow as Crowpaw shook his head, "I don't mind! I like spending time with the elders—I love hearing their stories as I change out their nests." Crowpaw didn't fail to hide the glee that he won't be cleaning ticks off the older cats—that's something he won't miss. "Well, you're always able to swap duties with apprentices if you want," Sunstar yawned. "Anyways, I wanted to ask you of something."

The apprentice tilted his head, "Tonight is a full moon. I'd like for you to attend the Gathering, Bluefur and I have agreed that you're at a part in your training where you're able to attend, despite the trouble you've been." Crowpaw looked away in shame, "It's no need to be embarassed of, Crowpaw. You make mistakes, but it's all about learning from it." The apprentice looked back at his leader, "Are you sure this is okay for me to go?" Sunstar nodded and flicked the tip of his tail, "It's nothing to stress yourself over." The apprentice blinked and thought for a moment. He mewed joyfully, "I'll go then! Who else would go though? Will the other apprentices go?" 

"Not all of them. Only Whitepaw and Willowpaw will be going." Crowpaw was a little disappointed that neither Redpaw or Spottedpaw would be going, but he was also glad Tigerpaw hadn't been chosen to go. The tabby wasn't as cold towards Crowpaw after the owl attack, but still didn't seem so fond of him. However, it didn't bother the apprentice—it was quite nice to at least know the older apprentice acknowledged his bravery.

"You can get some rest for now, I just wanted to ask you in case you just wanted to stay on camp to guard," the golden tom began grooming himself. "You're free to leave now if you please, I'm sure the elders are waiting for you to return." Crowpaw nodded, "Thank you for allowing me to go, Sunstar." The leader looked up, "Oh, you shouldn't thank me—thank Bluefur." Crowpaw blinked and nodded, purring as he quickly bounded towards the elders' den.

"There he is! What took you so long," the elderly she-cat blurted. "Sunstar told me I was going to the gathering later!" She purred as she sat up to scoot herself on the side of her nest, "That's wonderful news, Crowpaw." Weedwhisker licked his shoulder and looked up, "You're quite lucky to go. You've only been an apprentice for almost two moons and you're already going to your first Gathering." Crowpaw blinked at the took out the old feathers from Larksong's nest, "Well how long should I've been an apprentice for?" The elders tried hard to remember until Mumblefoot mewled, "Two to three months of training is the minimum. Tigerpaw went to his first Gathering last moon and he's in his fifth and a half moon of training now. By the time this moon ends, he'll be given his warrior name."

Tigerpaw's been training for almost six moons! Crowpaw's eyes almost popped right out of his head, his mouth gaping. "What? You thought he was closer to how long you've been training for," the brown tom chuckled. Crowpaw shook his head, "It's just...I've been in Thunderclan for that long now that I'm going to see my denmate turn into a warrior. What about Whitepaw?" Weedwhisker nodded as he shared tongues with Mumblefoot, "Yes! He too will be a warrior very soon too, but his initiation may be a bit after Tigerpaw's... A few sunrises after I believe."

Crowpaw finished cleaning up and replacing the moss and feathers of Larksong's nest. "Thank you, Crowpaw, I appreciate everything you've been doing for us this half-moon," she trilled as she softly tucked her paws beneath her chest. "I'm happy to have been spending time with you all, I'll make sure to come back whenever I get duties for the elders' den!" The apprentice slowly padded out the den, a gleeful look on his face.

"You get to go to the Gathering? That's fantastic," Whitepaw trilled with delight. "This is actually my first Gathering as well," Willowpaw interjected, "What got you to be able to Gathering? Was it because you killed the owl at the Owl Tree?" Crowpaw shrugged, "Not sure—Bluefur might tell me later or tomorrow. If she doesn't tell me on her own, I'll just ask." The pale she-cat purred, "What do you guys think the other clans will smell like?" Whitepaw blinked as he chewed on rabbit, "I think Shadowclan might smell like crowfood. They live near a swamp, I think?" The dark apprentice looked at Willowpaw when she mews, "Windclan probably smells of rabbit, I wouldn't be surprised." 

"Riverclan smells of marigold with hints of fish," the two pale cats look at him. "You're so specific about that—have you met a Riverclan warrior?" Crowpaw looked up at them, "Kind of, but he was just... Roaming around the border near the Sunningrocks." Whitepaw flicked his ear, "Do you think he's remarking the Sunningrocks?" The black apprentice shook his head, "No, I don't think any cat is that ignorant to remark territory alone without a patrol." WIllowpaw stood up, "Maybe when we go to the Gathering, you'll see that cat again!" Crowpaw looked at his half-eaten mouse, I still wonder who he is to Bluefur.

Crowpaw peered below, above the brow of a bush-covered slope that had a full view of the cats below. He felt Whitepaw and Willowpaw's warmth surround him, the larger tom's build blocking the night breeze that moved freely in the air. Next to them a group of Thunderclan elders, queens, and warriors sat quietly beneath the undergrowth until Sunstar gave an order. Crowpaw saw Bluefur at the corner of his eye, her paws shifting on the earth beneath them, Is she nervous about something? 

Crowpaw hadn't seen this place with so many cats in one place, the different smell of the clan below was almost overwhelming. The moonlight was covered by the green-to-brown leaves of the giant oak trees, it's cold light only shining spots that looked like stars, a silver color that had also lit up the giant rock that looked like a tooth. He noticed that Riverclan had been sitting near their respective tree, intriguied that a lot of Riverclan's cats are long-haired and had thick fur.

"Look, there's Hailstar," Whitepaw nudges Crowpaw and bobs his head outwards to point at the huge gray tom that sat on the Great Rock. The apprentice's icy-blue eyes widen at the sight—the Riverclan leader was almost as big as Thistleclaw, only not as scary-looking. Crowpaw looked to the side of Hailstar to see Crookedjaw, who sat closest to the Great Rock. He lifted his head as he heard Sunstar puffed out his chest, "Thunderclan, move in." The apprentice's looked wide-eye as they heard their Clan's older cats pad down the slope towards their oak tree, almost like roaring thunder during a storm."Let's hurry!" Crowpaw and the other two apprentices followed the group, making their way down into the clearing.

"Crowpaw, come up," Bluefur hissed, moving her tail for him to sit next to her. They were close to the front, Crowpaw looking around and seeing a cat looking at him from the spot Riverclan was sat. "Hey, is this your first Gathering too?" A she-cat purred, her leopard-like pattern looked so unique compared to other cats. "It is, you're from Riverclan, right?" Crowpaw sniffed the air, she didn't smell terrible—but she did stink of mud, "Yeah! And you're a Thunderclan cat?" He nodded in response, "I'm Crowpaw."

"Leopardpaw! Glad to make your acquaintance, Crowpaw," she dipped her head at the apprentice. Leopardpaw flicked her tail, "What's your goal when you become a warrior?" The Thunderclan apprentice blinked and mewled, "I don't really have one. I think I just want to serve my clan well." Leopardpaw rolled her eyes and purred, "You're a strange tom! I wanna become leader! Don't you have any sort of ambition?" Crowpaw shook his head, "I don't have any sort of desire to become a leader."

Suddenly, the apprentices' jumped and heard rustling in the bushes. In the dark, cats zoomed by and Crowpaw looked up at his mentor with concern. "Are we getting ambushed," Crowpaw whispered in Bluefur's ear as his nose twitching, "No Crowpaw, it's Shadowclan." Crowpaw leaned forward a bit to watch the Shadowclan cats emerge from the shadows. A large, broad tom with a ragged pelt climbed up onto the Great Rock, sitting himself next to Sunstar and Hailstar. "Evening, Raggedstar," the gray tom hissed.

Crowpaw studied the other cats, seeing a large apprentice who seemed like a smaller Raggedstar. He noticed his tail was broken, and his eyes seemed dull like Thistleclaw's. The apprentice also saw another tom who had jet-black paws sitting right next to the dark tabby. Crowpaw turned to look at Leopardpaw as she gagged, "Shadowclan stinks..." The apprentice twitched his whiskers, "It's not that bad," "Yeah if you live next to a swamp!" She jumped as her mentor bumped into her, "Hush it, Leopardpaw. Windclan is here now." Crowpaw purred and exchanged an ear flick to his new Riverclan acquaintance. The wind blew and the sound of cats yowling in the distance pulled into Fourtrees.

The apprentice blinked as he heard the silent but fast steps of cats bounding from the brow of the bushes. The moonlight was filled with shadows moving through it and slick-furred cats move into the clearing. Crowpaw looked up at Bluefur and hissed, "That's Windclan?" She nods, "Yes, now, stay quiet... The Gathering is going to start." The black apprentice looked at the cats, seeing a tall black-and-white tom with a very long tail. The warrior noticed and nodded towards the apprentice, a warm hello passed to Crowpaw and he purred. He seems so familiar, Crowpaw thought to himself. The moonlight began to shine heavily through the leaves, the light that peered onto the Great Rock colored it white, the four leaders that sat on the rock had their shadows grow until it was casted onto the forest floor. "Good evening, Heatherstar," Sunstar whispered. Raggedstar's voice grumbled, "Starclan wants us to start." A loud yowl rang through Fourtrees, Crowpaw's bones shuddered and he immediately stuck close to Bluefur's flank.

"The meeting has started! Since Hailstar and Riverclan was here first, please begin telling us about your clan and its current status," yowled the dark Shadowclan leader. Hailstar finished grooming himself and stood up, "My friends, Riverclan has been in rough shape as of late. A dog entered our clan and chased out one of our warriors, Rainflower. She unfortunately passed and joined the ranks in Starclan. Our former deputy, Shellheart, had retired to the elders' den, and now Crookedjaw has taken his place." Cats began to quietly chatter to each other, gossiping about Riverclan's losses. Crowpaw felt Bluefur's hair rise, the look on her face told her apprentice everything he needed to know about hearing that information. He looked back up at the Great Rock, ignoring the older warrior biting her lip. "Sunstar, please tell us about your clan."

The golden leader stood up and puffed out his chest, "I'm sorry about your losses, Hailstar. May Starclan light your clan's path once more." Sunstar turned to the large crowd of cats, "As for Thunderclan, we've been thriving." Crowpaw sat up to see his strong leader standing above him, the moonlight giving Sunstar's golden tabby fur a light shine. "Prey has been exceptional for the start of leaf-fall, and I am proud to say that our apprentices have been doing well for such young lives." He looked down, purring, "One of our apprentices had killed the owl that lived in the Owl Tree for seasons." Crowpaw felt Sunstar's gaze on him, the tip of his ears grew hot. Cats murmured among the Gathering, Leopardpaw looking at the tom next to her and raising a brow, "That's where your scars came from," she hissed, "That's not just an accident?" He purred and mewled, "Yup."

"The older apprentices that we have will become warriors by next moon, so I look forward to it." Sunstar took a few pawsteps back and sat down, Raggedstar moving forward. "Cedarstar has died last claw-moon from an illness. We gained two new apprentices: Brokenpaw and Blackpaw," the Thunderclan apprentice blinked as he heard Leopardpaw hiss, "I wonder why his name is Brokenpaw?" Crowpaw leaned in, "He has a broken tail, I can see it." Leopardpaw snickered before her mentor growled, "Silence, both of you." In response, she smirked at Crowpaw and rolled her eyes, turning back to the Great Rock." Raggedstar continued, "As for prey, we are thriving as well. Yellowfang has also devoted her life from being a warrior to being Shadowclan's medicine cat." He sat down, watching Heatherstar standing proudly.

"Windclan has had abundance with prey in the mooreland," the she-cat mewed. "However, rogues have been spotted nearby our camp a half-moon ago. Please be weary of any trespassing cats," Heatherstar took a step back and sat down. Cats spoke among each other and Hailstar stood up, "Lately, there's been an increase of kittypets invading hunting grounds." Crowpaw blinked, whispering to Bluefur, "Are there kittypets on our territory?" She blinked, remembering she had met her apprentice's mother a moon ago, "N-.... Yes. But we drove them out." Crowpaw heard her stutter, suspicious of her sudden change in answer. Tawnyspots, who sat near a Shadowclan warrior, moved forward a bit yowled, "Thunderclan has had an encounter with a kittypet before, but since then, we haven't seen a single on since! However we smell traces of them in the forest!" Shadowclan's leader turned to Sunstar and Hailstar, "Perhaps it's only your Clans' region of the territories, my clan hasn't encountered any just yet." The Windclan leader blinked, "Yes, we haven't encountered any other kittypets either."

Whitepaw moved forward a bit, hissing into Crowpaws' ear, "I saw a kittypet yesterday with Patchpelt. She was gray and had eyes like yours, I'm not sure why she was there, but we chased her out." The apprentice turned his head to see his denmate's yellow eyes glowing in the dark of the clearing. "I see... Tell me later."

The silver light began to fade as the clouds in the sky start to cover the moon. Sunstar moved up, "Starclan has decided this is the end of the Gathering. My friends, this was a wonderful meeting and I hope to see some of the same faces again next moon. Til we meet again, may Starclan light your paths." Raggedstar let a yowl, at his Clan, "Let's return back to camp!" Hailstar does the same, cats beginning to get up from their spots and moving like a clashing waters of the river. Leopardpaw looked at Crowpaw, "I'll see you again someday!" Crowpaw smiled as she ran next to her mentor, her brown-spotted fur disappearing within the shadows. Thunderclan was the last batch of cats in Fourtrees, Sunstar jumping down and landing next to Featherwhisker. "Come on, it's dark. Let's leave before any foxes get us." Crowpaw yawned, stretching his legs as the Clan began to move out of the clearing and through the bracken. It was so dark, almost as if Crowpaw was walking with his eyes closed. He was only capable of seeing sihlouettes of the cats surrounding him. "You head straight to your nest once we are in camp, Crowpaw. We will crack down on battle training in the morning since you have now seen your enemies faces," Bluefur mewed softly, Crowpaw mewling as a response.

Crowpaw yowled as he tackled Redpaw, the tortoiseshell tom's fur was dusted with sand. "Hey you're too rough on me," he hissed, pushing the darker apprentice off of him. Crowpaw bounced onto the sandy ground and watched his denmate shake of the sand from his pelt, snickering. It's been nearly two moons now that Crowpaw and his denmates have been training. Spottedpaw has been training well too, and he was proud of her for that—he noticed she's been learning very quickly and would often tire out Thrushpelt whenever they'd go out to make up the time she was in the medicine den all to be caught up with her littermates—and of course, Crowpaw. He remembered what Goosefeather told him, that Spottedpaw was the one that loved foolishly, Crowpaw still wondered what he meant. The apprentice grinned mischievously, "Sorry Redpaw! I'm getting carried away," "Yeah, you are!"

Sparrowpelt blinked, "Redpaw, you're not putting all of your weight down," the brown tom padded over across the hollow and up to the two apprentices. "Crowpaw, I want you to charge at me—try to tackle me." The apprentice blinked and crouched, his haunches low. Crowpaw lunges at Sparrowpelt, almost getting the warrior to lose balance, "Woah! Bluefur, you taught him how to lunge?" The she-cat purred in amusement, "I have, yes." Crowpaw got off from Sparrowpelt's flank and fell onto the sand, "Was she not supposed to?" Sparrowpelt shook his head, "Well, you've just been progressing in fighting as of late, that's all." Bluefur licked her shoulder and looked at the other warrior, "He's been excellent with climbing trees. He's mastered it already, so hunting doesn't seem like the best thing for him to train right now." 

"Bluefur! Why don't you guys go hunting with us, then?" Redpaw padded next to Crowpaw, his flank almost touching his. The dark warrior didn't realize how close his denmate was to him, he was anticipating his mentor's answer. "No—not today at least. I'd like for Crowpaw to continue practicing on his own for now." Crowpaw turned to look at his denmate, who had a disappointed expression as a response to the gray warrior. "Continue your training, both of you. I want one of you to practice fighting until one of you gives up," Bluefur declared, both warriors sitting away from the apprentices.

Crowpaw walked back a distance to give space between him and the tortoiseshell apprentice. "Ready," Redpaw called out and Crowpaw gave a yowl back, "Yeah! Let's go!"

The apprentices ran towards each other and Redpaw lunged at Crowpaw. The black apprentice meerly got caught and slid underneath Redpaw as he was in the air, biting down on Redpaw's tail. He hissed and swiped his tail back, pouncing onto his denmate and biting down on his tuft. Crowpaw let out a growl and swiped at Redpaw with his foot causing him to let his grip go. "They're both fast with reactions," Sparrowpelt commented, "You have a fine warrior on your paws, Bluefur." She purred under her breath and looked proudly at her apprentice, "I know I do."

Redpaw pinned Crowpaw onto his back, "Give up! I could kill you if I was a warrior," he huffed. Crowpaw rolled his eyes, "You forgot!" He looked confused until Crowpaw used his hind legs to kick Redpaw off of him. Dust flew in the air as Redpaw tumbled onto the floor, immediately getting right back up as he watched Crowpaw lunge at him again. "Ow! Okay I give in! You win, now get off me!" The warriors approached the two young toms as Crowpaw laughed and fell over, "Alright you two, let's go back to camp and you guys can eat a meal once the elders have gotten their take of fresh-kill." Crowpaw smiled at Redpaw, "Wanna race?" The tortoiseshell blinked while he was catching his breath, "A race?" Crowpaw purred with amusement, "Yeah but if you're not cut out for it, then I guess you're cleaning ticks off the elders later!" Redpaw bounced up as he heard that and hissed, "No way!"

The warriors blinked as they saw their apprentices dart past them through the sandy hollow. "Competitive for two apprentices that've only been training for two moons now," Sparrowpelt mewed, the two older cats followed behind quickly.

Crowpaw made it up the ravine using a claw-and-pull technique he made for himself, gripping onto roots as much as he can. The black apprentice pushed through the gorse tunnel, his heart beating quickly. "I made it," Crowpaw yelled out, tumbling into the clearing and laughing. Dust covered his glossy black fur as he rolled down, giggling until he'd suddenly bump into a warrior. His heart almost leaped out of him as he saw Thistleclaw staring down at him, "Watch where you're playing, Crowpaw." His dark voice made Crowpaw shudder and immediately stand up, "I'm sorry, Thistleclaw. I didn't mean to bump into to."

"Nothing to worry about, Crowpaw, just be careful next time," the gray-and-white warrior mewed. Redpaw caught up with him, his tail standing high and came to a halt, "I can't believe you've been beating me in a lot of things today, you're lucky we didn't eat yet!" Thistleclaw looked at the two apprentices, "You both were practicing fighting this morning, yes? Why don't you practice with Tigerpaw or Whitepaw. They're about to be warriors soon, so maybe work with them, yes?" Redpaw blinked at the warrior, "Tigerpaw? I mean, sure I guess." Crowpaw shuddered—he'd remember Tigerpaw's claws shine underneath the moonlight when they were out at the Owl Tree. "Ask your mentors, they'll need to know before you both can even try to train." All three toms look at the gorse tunnel and see Bluefur pad up to Crowpaw, "Bluefur! Can I train with Tigerpaw when I practice fighting?"

Bluefur curled her lip and looked up at Thistleclaw, "Don't recommend my apprentice to practice fighting with Tigerpaw!" She growled at the darker warrior as he rolled his eyes, "There's nothing to worry about Bluefur. Don't you want Crowpaw to become a warrior with great strengths?" Sparrowpelt walked up to the cats, "Practicing with Tigerpaw?" Redpaw argued, "Well, we could always practice with Whitepaw too! I'm sure it'll be okay with Patchpelt!" Bluefur scrunched up her muzzle and looked at Crowpaw with frustration, "A no is a no, Crowpaw! You will not fight with Tigerpaw." Thistleclaw glanced at Crowpaw and shrugged, "Your loss. Come to me when Bluefur doesn't have bees in her brain." Bluefur tried to make a rebuttal but stopped herself. Thistleclaw trotted past her and out the gorse tunnel.

"Awkward," Redpaw hissed to Crowpaw. She turned to her apprentice, "Don't speak to Thistleclaw about anything." Sparrowpelt blinked at the other mentor, "What's wrong with them practicing with Tigerpaw?" Bluefur's ears pinned back, "I... Just forget it. Crowpaw don't talk to Thistleclaw." She hurridly moved to the warriors den, leaving the three toms in the clearing completely dumbfounded. "I'll leave you two be, please eat," Sparrowpelt flicked his tail and dismissed the apprentices, both young toms trotting to the fresh-kill. "Hungry," Redpaw looked at Crowpaw, who walked a bit father from his friend. "No, I'm not really hungry."

Crowpaw began to groom himself as Redpaw ate, "What are you gonna do after this?" The tortoiseshell tom lifted his head with a mouthful of pigeon, "Not sure. I think I need to clean the warriors den today? What about you?" Crowpaw licked his paws, "I think I'm practicing hunting again." Redpaw blinked, "I really wanna practice with you," his ears hot with a feeling he can't quite understand. "I'd like to practice hunting with you too," Crowpaw trilled, "Bluefur wants me to start practicing soon with other cats around so it's a bit harder for me to practice with other scents around." Redpaw's tail flicked, "Well hopefully tomorrow we can go," he continued to eat his fresh-kill, Crowpaw seeing Spottedpaw emerging from the medicine den. "Spottedpaw," Crowpaw called out. Redpaw looked up, his brows furrowing a bit as his sister approached them. "Crowpaw! How was training today," she purred as she rubbed her flank against his to greet her. Crowpaw took a whiff of she-cat apprentice's scent—it was sweet and delicate and cut out her brother's more woody scent. "It was fine, Redpaw and I were sparring," "Did you win?" Redpaw looked away and muttered, "Yeah, he won."

Spottedpaw turned to her brother, purring, "Try harder next time!" Crowpaw snickered, "Where you headed to?" She mewled, "I'm going on a patrol later around sunhigh with Thrushpelt and Rosetail!" Crowpaw flicked his tail with interest, ignoring the clear annoyance on Redpaw's face. Spottedpaw looked over to see Thistleclaw peeking at her near the gorse tunnel. "I'll leave you both to it," Spottedpaw pressed her nose on Crowpaw's before trotting over to the dark warrior. Crowpaw looked at Redpaw finally, "What's wrong?" The tortoiseshell tom muttered, "Nothing." The dark apprentice tilted his head, "You sure?" Redpaw got up and pouted, "Yes." He bitterly turned away and trotted to the warriors den. Crowpaw was left alone in the clearing, blinking in confusion as to why Redpaw seemed upset. 

Bluefur passed Redpaw and trotted to Crowpaw, "Redpaw seemed upset, what happened?" Crowpaw shrugged, "I'm not sure," the gray she-cat looking back before turning to her apprentice. "I want to take you somewhere," Crowpaw tilted his head, "Where?" She padded to the tunnel, Crowpaw trying to quickly catch up with his mentor. "Quickly." Bluefur darted through the tunnel, Crowpaw following behind. The sunlight beamed through the brown leaves of leaf-fall, his fur cool in the breeze. Bluefur hopped over a stream, Crowpaw just dashing through, Ah, Cold! The trees looked familiar despite the leaves turning a pretty orange, like Spottedpaw's pelt. "Hurry now! I'm getting away," Bluefur called out as she laughed. Crowpaw growled and picked up the pace, following a dirt path that lead straight to the twolegplace.

Crowpaw came to a halt as he reached a familiar fence. He panted, his head darting around to see where his mentor went. Crowpaw trotted a bit, following a path that led straight to a hole in the fence—then he realized it: Bluefur brought him home. He tasted the air and his hunch was right. Crowpaw crept to the hole in the fence, crouching down to see that he's grown bigger than he used to be. The black tom looked up and clawed into the fence as if it was a tree, climbing up to the top of the fence. Crowpaw struggled a bit to balance on the fence, and jumped right down onto the grass yard. He looked up to see a gray she-cat sitting on a wooden step towards the twoleg home. Bluefur, who hid in a bush, popped her head out, "Good job!"

"Tiny? Is that you?" A familiar voice tugged onto his heart, it was his mother, Quince.

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"Mama," Tiny mewled as he waddled towards his mother. "Yes Tiny?" He sat in front of Quince, his big icy-blue eyes filled with curiousity, "Do you know about... About the forest?" Quince purred, "A little bit... It didn't scare your father as much as it did me." The black kit's head titled, "He explored there a couple of times and told me stories about it." The gray she-cat shifted her paws, "It's a dark, shadowy, dangerous place... And the wild forest cats who live there are quick and ferocious." Tiny heard his siblings playing behind him, but he was so interested in the things his father had said, "They have to fight every day to survive..."

"...They face awful monsters and all kinds of beast and only the strongest warriors make it through."

Crowpaw stood there, his body still. The gray she-cat slowly crept up towards the small tom, "It is you, Tiny!" He stumbled back as his bother pressed her nose on top of his head, feeling her warm breath on him. "Tiny... I've been looking everywhere for you! Bluefur told me she'd find you and she did," Quince sobbed a bit, rubbing her scent on his flank. "There's a scar on your muzzle and your ear! What happened!" The apprentice hesistantly looked in his mother's eyes, "Mama, I'm fine. It happened a month ago, it's healed." Quince's ears pinned back, "You smell more like the forest than you do a kittypet. How long have you been in there? How come I never found you?" The blue-gray she-cat pushed out the bush and padded up to them, "He's been in the Clan for three moons now. Crowpaw's been an excellent apprentice." 

Quince blinked, "Crowpaw?" The apprentice nodded, "I'm not Tiny anymore, mama. My name is Crowpaw! It's just my apprentice name, I get my warrior name in four moons once I pass an assessment." The light-gray she-cat blinked, "Crowpaw... Okay—Why did you run from home?" Crowpaw paused and took a moment to remember. He remembered the day his sister had told him that unwanted cats get thrown in the river. Crowpaw's claws dug into the grass, "Ruby told me I'd get thrown in the river because the housefolk didn't seem to like me." Quince's ears pinned back, guilty of not being there to reassure her son, "She said that? Oh Crowpaw, you're so reckless. If the twolegs even tried that, I'd scratch them until they let you go!" Crowpaw felt guilty, feeling his heart drop. If he's just talked to her then, would he still be in the position he's in?

Bluefur purred and added in, "He is quite reckless. Crowpaw, should tell your mother what you did to get the tear on your ear." Crowpaw looked at Bluefur and flicked his tail, "I fought and killed an owl." Quince's eyes widened, "What! How?" The apprentice had a proud smile on his face, "I used my claws!" He showed his mother—his claws were long and had such sharp ends. All of this was sudden for Quince, she'd assume her son would beg to live with her again but he seems content on living in the forest. "Crowpaw," he looked up at his mother, "Did you ever think of coming home?" Crowpaw shook his head, "I don't see myself as a kittypet. I don't want to be with housefolk. Why?"

The blue-gray she-cat blinked, looking at the apprentice's mother. Her eyes curious as to why she asked, "I like living in Thunderclan," the lighter gray she-cat looked upset. "But you're scarred! You want to live a life of danger?" Crowpaw nodded, "I guess it's the thrill of it. But it's not all dangerous, I'm not a warrior yet, so I'm not constantly out of camp." Bluefur licked her shoulder, "Quince, he's fine. There's nothing for you to worry about." Quince snapped and hissed, "He's fine? You're not a mother yet, are you Bluefur?" The dark apprentice jumped up and felt his fur stand as his mentor stood up tall, Bluefur's bigger than Mama! Quince's face a mouse-length from Bluefur's, "Tiny's been gone for three months! I thought he'd been killed! But apparently now I see my son torn up and he's just fine living with feral cats?" Please don't fight.

"Mama," Crowpaw muttered, his mother ignoring his mewl. "Crowpaw is getting older, he's not a kit anymore," the warrior reassured the she-cat, "I promise you I've been watching him grow these past couple of moons." Crowpaw's eyes darted at his mentor, "This isn't fine! It may be normal to you, but knowing my son is out in the forest and one day will be killed in cold blood—It's terrifying!" The black tom's ears pinned back, "Mama," he said more sternly. "You're not his mother, Bluefur." The gray warrior stayed silent, "Well? You're not going to admit it? I don't care if you're his mentor, I am still his mother!"

"Mama!" Quince turned to Crowpaw, "Bluefur is just as much of my mother as you are! She may not be my mother truly, but she mentors me like a mother should. You, out of all cats, should know that feeling." His mentor blinked, her whiskers twitching, "I'm happier in the forest than I would be in the twolegplace. This life is for me," Crowpaw mewled. The kittypet blinked, reluctant to argue, "I'm sorry Bluefur. I'm just upset that I won't ever see my son after this meeting." Bluefur sniffed Quince, smelling her warm scent and letting it engulf her, "Crowpaw will visit you again, I promise." Quince turned to her son, the grass blades beneath her paws were dewy, "Would you?" The apprentice nodded, "I wouldn't mind coming back, I promise."

They stayed at the twolegplace for hours, Crowpaw exploring the yard and remembering the day he went outside the very first time. He tasted the air, crisp and noticeably colder as leaf-fall continued to develop, but the smell of nostalgia filled his mind. Quince and Bluefur sat on the twoleg steps, "I'm sorry again how I reacted earlier," the kittypet mewed. "It's not a problem. I'm not a mother yet, but I understand the fear. When Crowpaw went out to fight the owl, I didn't know what I'd do if something happened." The thought of Bluefur becoming a mother made her tremble, the fear of being in the nursery and at any moment, Tawnyspots could give in. Not many cats have noticed, but she has—the Thunderclan deputy seemed to have been geting more sick over time. She was glad Crowpaw hasn't noticed it nor her fears of Thistleclaw. "Crowpaw has been fantastic with training. You have a smart son," she purred, "He's learned many things in the span of two moons into training. Crowpaw will be an honorable warrior when the time comes, I know it." Quince sighed, "I regret not protecting him. But I know now that he's with cats that I know will protect him." 

Bluefur sat up, seeing the sun's light becoming orange, "It's time for us to go back to camp, it's getting dark." Quince blinked, "O-Oh!" The she-cats approached the apprentice in the bush he was hiding in, "Crowpaw, it's getting dark." He poked his face out, a leaf on his muzzle, "Is it?" The apprentice pushed himself out the hedge and shook his fur down, giving his mother a sweet smile. "I'll miss you," Quince pressed her nose on the top of Crowpaw's head, smelling his scent. No longer was he the smell of her, but the smell of the wilderness. "Please come back soon, dear." Crowpaw nodded and shared tongues with his mother, Bluefur perched on the fence, "Goopdbye Mama, I'll visit when I can!" Crowpaw jumped onto a hedge before jumping onto the fence, looking back at his mother who looked back at him before walking through the catdoor in the twoleg home.

"Oh, Bluefur, how come I went to the Gathering?" Crowpaw jumped down as his mentor did, following behind her. "It was the owl fight. It's also good for you to go early so you learn your enemies' faces," she mewled as they trotted back on the path leading into the forest. "Remember, you'll face them in battle one day," Crowpaw blinked and remembered Leopardpaw from the Gathering, the first time he's spoken to a Riverclan cat—a cat not from his clan, on friendly terms, would someday face him in a fight. That black-and-white tom with a long tail would also be in a fight with him someday, despite only exchanging friendly glances at each other. "I see, thank you for telling me why, Bluefur."

The two cats made it back to camp and Crowpaw looked at Bluefur for approval, "Could I get something to eat?" He'd forgotten to eat all day and felt his stomach growling for something—he'd eat anything that was left in the fresh-kill pile. "Yes, go eat," Bluefur dismissed her apprentice and watched him bound to the pile to eat a rabbit. She looked up at the sky, the sun's orange rays coloring the sky as the sun hid itself in the trees, Only a few more hours, she thought to herself as she padded towards the warriors' den. Crowpaw chewed down on the fresh-kill, savoring it's taste. In the corner of his eye, he sees Goosefeather. The apprentice looked up and turned to him, "Did you want to join me, Goosefeather? You can just ask me," the medicine cat didn't respond and slowly padded to Crowpaw. "Is there progress?"

"Progress?" Crowpaw furrowed his brows in confusion, "Spottedpaw." The apprentice shook his head, "You need to hurry, there's not much time." Goosefeather laid down next to the younger apprentice, "Bluefur will have three kits," Crowpaw's eyes widened, "Wait—what?" The medicine cat grumbled, his tail flicking in the sand, "In the bare cold, will you travel behind. In a closed off den, your warmth blankets over the kit." Crowpaw paused, looking at the gray old tom as if he was a crazed bat. "Crowpaw, know that Bluefur depends on you, you fear Thistleclaw as much as she does," Goosefeather wasn't wrong. Crowpaw hasn't interacted with Thistleclaw as much, yet he knows that something is deeply wrong with him. "Is it safe for me to tell Sunstar or Bluefur about Thistleclaw," the old medicine cat blinked, "It's never not a good time for you to. What he's doing is concerning," "But I don't want Spottedpaw to get hurt and be upset about it."

Goosefeather mumbled something, then turning to Crowpaw as he looked into his eyes, "Think: the sooner you say that something isn't right, the sooner Spottedpaw learns she has loved foolishly. An apprentice should not love a warrior as a mate," Goosefeather got up and licked his shoulder, spitting out feathers and leaves—it made Crowpaw cringe. "Finish your meal and head to bed, remember what I've said to you." The old medicine cat crept towards his den, leaving Crowpaw in the shadows. The apprentice finished his meal as he thought to himself, How can I tell them? Do I just straight up ask Spottedpaw why Thistleclaw's been taking her out of camp more than he should? Does Thrushpelt know?

He licked his lips and burying the bones of his meal into the sand. Crowpaw trotted over to the apprentices' den and saw his denmates already tucking themselves in, noticing Redpaw had moved his nest closer to his. Crowpaw crept into the nest, wondering where Spottedpaw was—she wasn't in the den, Maybe she'll go to sleep soon... Crowpaw curled up in his head and felt the warmth of Redpaw close to him. He felt his eyes get heavy and yawned, resting his head on his paws and dozing off.

Crowpaw's eyes open as he heard something pushing through the bracken of the warriors' den. He noticed Spottedpaw next to Willowpaw, snoring softly as her flank would rise, Crowpaw blinked and poked his head through the leaves, seeing Bluefur's pelt shining under the light. Where is she going, he asked himself, watching her slip through the gorse tunnel. The apprentice blinked and saw Thistleclaw peeking out the warriors' den, looking around as well. Crowpaw pulled his head back in before the warrior could see that he was awake, he heard padding in the clearing and laid back down, facing away from the entrance to the den. He heard the large warrior poke his head in, shutting his eyes in case he'd walk in. The warrior took his head out from the den and walked off, Crowpaw slowly opening his eyes, the fur on his shoulder rising. 

"Crowpaw?" He heard a hiss from Spotedpaw, the apprentice slowly rose to see his denmate looking at him. "You heard something too, didn't you," the she-cat whispered as she crept over her brother, "Yeah." Spottedpaw poked her head out the den and looked back at him, "Let's go!" Crowpaw tilted his head, "Why?" She sighed, "Just come on!" The she-cat slipped through the thicket and Crowpaw quickly followed. The two apprentices padded towards the gorse tunnel and through the hedges, quietly creping through  the darkness. The careful pawsteps they were taking reminded Crowpaw of the trip to the Owl Tree. He felt the cold air of leaf-fall breezing through his fur, "Why are we sneaking out?" 

Spottedpaw purred, "You'll see!" They padded quickly through the forest, following a dark path and pushing through hedges. Crowpaw was surprised how energetic Spottedpaw was, it was late and he could just pass out running. "Here," she hissed as she came to a halt. Spottedpaw padded over and laid on the grass, Crowpaw looking up, "The Great Sycamore?" She nodded, "I just wanted to leave camp for a bit. I wanna talk!" Crowpaw sighed, "You coulda just waited until morning," he yawned and laid next to Spottedpaw. She purred and shared tongues with him, Crowpaw looking up at the sky. "There's so many stars tonight," he commented, "Our ancestors are looking down at us right now." Spottedpaw paused and looked up, "Crowpaw, do you think you'll ever be a leader?"

He blinked, "A leader? Not really." She looked down at her denmate, "I want to become leader someday. It's all I want, I would make you deputy!" Crowpaw mewled, "I don't think a kittypet could ever be in a position like that," she rolled her eyes, "Sure you can!" 

The moon shined down on the tree, "Can I ask you something Spottedpaw?" She nodded, "Sure." Crowpaw sat up, "What's up with you and Thistleclaw? You guys go out a lot and it's just weird you aren't going with Thrushpelt." Spottedpaw raised a brow, "I mean you do train with Thrushpelt. But..." She purred and smirked at her denmate, "Are you jealous?" What does she mean by jealous? "No? I'm just wondering." Spottedpaw shifted her paws, dragging it in the sand and dirt beneath her, "I really want to be Thistleclaw's mate." Crowpaw blinked, "But isn't he older than us? I don't think that's right."

Spottedpaw slowly turned her head, her face no longer a sweet smile, "What are you trying to say? That Thistleclaw is taking advantage of me?" Crowpaw blinked, unaware of her sudden mood change, "No? M-Maybe?" Offended, Spottedpaw got up and walked off, "Wait! I'm not trying to say that!" She stayed silent, glaring at him. Crowpaw's ears pin back in shame, then she spat, "Thistleclaw isn't bad! I don't know what Bluefur is telling you but it's not true." The tortoiseshell apprentice padded back to camp, leaving Crowpaw alone at the sycamore tree. Crowpaw looked up at the stars, seeing them glitter at him, If it's true, please help me.

"Hey Rosetail?" Crowpaw padded next to the red-tailed warrior, his paws feeling the cold ground, "Is it just me or has Bluefur has gotten noticeably fatter?" She twitched her whiskers, "Are you implying she's been eating more fresh-kill than she should?" Crowpaw's eyes widen and raised a brow, "What? No!" Rosetail laughed, "I'm just pullin' your whiskers! Have you not realized?" The apprentice hasn't been paying attention the past week, he's been focused more Spottedpaw ignoring him—is this the time he should say something? Adderfang and Speckletail were in the front of the two, overhearing the conversation. "Your mentor is pregnant is what Rosetail means, Crowpaw," Speckletail turned her head, her golden-striped face gazing at the apprentice. The brown tom meowed as he lead the patrol, "Once her kits are born, you might have a postponed training session, or Sunstar assigns another mentor to you."

They crossed the stream, the cats jumping over it to avoid their paws being frozen in place. Crowpaw shuddered as he jumped, feeling the wind blow, "Is she really gonna be out of it when she has kits?" Rosetail turned to him, "Yup!" Crowpaw was worried, Am I gonna be late to become a warrior? "I'm sure you'll have a good mentor to take your place," Adderfang added in, licking his paws and wiping his muzzle. He blinked and continued to follow the warriors, smelling the Thunderpath in the distance, his nose repulsed by the smell. Adderfang began to mark the trees while Speckletail and Rosetail began tracing scents of prey in the air. Crowpaw also began to mark the trees, watching as monsters pass by on the dark stone in front of him. 

"Why don't you go hunt, Crowpaw? Don't worry about marking the territory," Adderfang purred, "But I appreciate your help." The apprentice nodded and padded to a nearby bush, tasting the air. His whiskers twitched and closed his eyes, envisioning a red cloud in the air. Crowpaw took a deep breath and traced it—a vole! He crouched down, sniffing the ground and felt his belly touch the floor. He crept around, his tail low and his nose twitching, there it was, the vole cleaned it self. Crowpaw's pupils turned to slits, his heart beating fast and his claws grazing the ground. The vole spotted him but it was too late, Crowpaw lunged at it and ended it's life then and there, its muscles twitching one last time before going limp. He carried it by its tail and trotted over to Rosetail, who caught two shrews, "Wow! You're really good at hunting!" The warrior purred, "Thank you Crowpaw. I was really lucky to see two in the same spot!" Speckletail came back with a squirrel, "That's a big vole you got there, Crowpaw." He nodded, and soon saw Adderfang padding towards them, "The border towards the Thunderpath has been marked, let's head towards the Sunningrocks and I'll remark there."

The patrol headed towards the border near Riverclan, Crowpaw seeing the how many trees have now turned orange. The forest was losing its greenery, and admittedly, Crowpaw was sad about it. Adderfang sniffed the air and suddenly stopped, "Are you serious?" He growled and ran over, the she-cats following and Crowpaw a tail-length away from the patrol. Adderfang hissed, "Mudfur!" He saw the Riverclan cat remarking the Sunningrocks and bounded over to the warrior. "This is Thunderclan's territory! Get out of here!" Mudfur growled, "Who said Sunningrocks was Thunderclan's?" Adderfang yowled and pounced on the warrior, the she-cats dropping the fresh-kill and bounding over to assist their clanmate. "Crowpaw, stay here," Rosetail called out.

Crowpaw looked at the warriors with uncertainty, the two toms flailing in the water. Suddenly he saw two other Riverclan cats rushout from the wet hedges of their territory. Mudfur clawed at Adderfang, tearing his pelt and stained his claws red, the Thunderclan tom yowling. "Crowpaw, go report to Thunderclan! Get outta here!" Adderfang yelled at Crowpaw as tackled Mudfur. Crowpaw dropped the vole and ran as fast as he could to camp, he tumbled into the ravine, his fur covered in dust. Crowpaw climbed up the ravine and rushed into the gorse tunnel, tumbling into Whitepaw. "Ouch!"

"Whitepaw, where's Sunstar or Tawnyspots! There's a fight at Sunningrocks!" Whitepaw looked around and rushed over to Sunstar's den, his golden face popping out when the white tom pushed himself in. Warriors heard Crowpaw call out and Thistleclaw, Bluefur, and Tawnyspots bounded out to through the tunnel, "Crowpaw, quickly," Thistleclaw yowled. The apprentice followed, moving himself in front of the running cats. As they arrived, Adderfang was in the water, full submerged, the Thunderclan warriors rushed down the shore and darted towards the Riverclan warrior. Thistleclaw pounced onto a certain brown tom, the Riverclan tom hissing. Bluefur saw and her eyes widened as she heard a white tom from Riverclan yowl, "Riverclan retreat!" 

"Thistleclaw let him go," she hissed, the dark warrior glared at her. "He was one of the cats to attack Adderfang! I'm not letting him go," Thistleclaw had his claws pinning the cat down, "His clcanmates are retreating! Let him go!" Thistleclaw looked at the other warriors, Adderfang getting up with his fur weighed down by water and blood trickling from his cheek, "Just let him go, Thistleclaw. He glared at the twitsed jaw cat, "Get out of here." Bluefur's heart eased as she saw Crookedjaw glance at her, his gaze assuring her he's fine,  and watching him jump into the hedges. Crowpaw helped take in the fresh-kill the patrol left with Speckletail and Rosetail. He watched Tawnyspots help Adderfang up and listened to Thistleclaw's growling, "You know him, Bluefur." Her eyes trembled and her nose twitched, "Of course, he's Crookedjaw. We know our enemies." Thistleclaw curled his lip, "No. You know him, as if he was your mate. Don't you dare lie to me." The Thunderclan deputy growled at his clanmate, "Thistleclaw stop it. Now." 

The dark warrior glanced at the brown-spotted tom and back at Bluefur, his teeth showing, "I know you're hiding something." He turned away and angrily padded towards camp, his fur grazing Crowpaw. Bluefur's face looked as if she'd face a fox, padding up next to Crowpaw.

Bluefur, Crowpaw thought to himself as he walked back to camp with his mentor so close to him, Is Crookedjaw really your mate?

Chapter Text

"Tigerclaw and Whitestorm—Thunderclan honors your courage and skills in fighting. We welcome you both as warriors," Sunstar meowed, his chest puffed out. "May Starclan light your path, always," he bows his head to the two large toms. Sunstar stepped back, his paws leaving paw prints in the layer of snow beneath him, and golden pelt speckled with snowflankes. "Tigerclaw! Whitestorm!" The warriors yelled out. Tigerclaw lifted his head and stares arounda t his Clanmates as they sat in the clearing chanting his name. Whitestorm's eyes glowed with pride.

Crowpaw and Redpaw sat next to each other—Redpaw's thick tail wrapped around his. The dark apprentice purring that his denmates were now warriors. "This blows... Now we're gonna have to clean ticks off elders even more often," Redpaw hissed, flicking snow off his whiskers. Crowpaw shook his head out of amusement, and saw Spottedpaw distant from him. She looked unsettled, shifting her paws in the snow. He'd call for her to sit closer but soon remembered she's still upset, it's been a moon now. "I can't wait for us to become warriors," Redpaw huffed, his breath in the leaf-baren air, "Then we'll leave the ticks to the newer apprentices!" Crowpaw purred, "Yeah, I can't wait."

His ears flicked and he heard Poppydawn and Bluefur conversing, "Snowfur would be so proud of him," Bluefur mewled. He remembered once while training when Bluefur told him stories of her and Snowfur, her late sister that was the mother of Whitestorm. Crowpaw wondered if Whitestorm still misses his mother dearly or had learned to live with it, then he remembered his own, I can't wait to visit mama when I'm a warrior. "Not so many moons until you'll be watching your own kits turn into warriors," commented Poppydawn as she flicked her belly and pointed as the gray she-cat's rounded belly. That's right, Crowpaw remembered that any moment during Leaf-bare, Bluefur's kits would pop right out. He turned to see Rosetail hiss to Fuzzypelt, "But will we know who the father is by then?" Fuzzypelt's ear flicked, "Perhaps it's Thrushpelt—it has to be him." She shrugged, "I can't see who else it would be."

Crowpaw looked at Thrushpelt, who was across the clearing. Spottedpaw told him earlier during the first moon of training that she knew Thrushpelt was in love with Bluefur. Clearly, it was the complete opposite—he could feel the guilt in the back of his head, knowing full well that those kits are Crookedjaw's kin. Crowpaw cleaned snow off his head and looked around, spotting Thistleclaw staring at Spottedpaw from a distance, his amber—almost scarlet eyes locked onto her. Crowpaw's ice-blue eyes widened as he blinked to see Thistleclaw's muzzle covered with blood, his fur standing. "Crowpaw," Redpaw looked at his denmate with concerned eyes, "Are you okay?" He shook his head and the gray warrior's appearance was normal again. Crowpaw turned his head to Redpaw, "Oh... Yeah, I'm fine. It's just cold."

Crowpaw looked down and shifted his paws in the new snow, his prints left in the snow. Why did I hallucinate Thistleclaw like that, Crowpaw furrowed his brows. He's been in the clan long enough to know that Thistleclaw was planning to be deputy. The large warrior is well liked by the clan and knew that he was a worthy warrior to become deputy. However, the suspicion of Thistleclaw's plans as leader didn't seem to give Crowpaw the confidence to trust him. Bluefur had the same gut feeling about him, knowing that his mentor clearly could make a better leader. He took a look at Tawnyspots, seeing the tom look sickly. Thistleclaw seemed to take the responsibility to organize patrols and let Tawnyspots rest. It was obvious Thistleclaw would be chosen over the gray she-cat. 

Most importantly, he wondered what he was doing to Spottedpaw. She was cold towards him and wouldn't even look at the black cat anymore. Crowpaw sighed, hoping that someday soon, Spottedpaw will talk to him again. Of course—he liked Redpaw, knowing full well the tortoiuseshell tom liked him back, b ut refused to admit it. But his heart said otherwise, knowing well that he was in love with Spottedpaw as well. Was it just a crush? He wasn't so sure, but he had the desire to get Spottedpaw out of that situation. Snow began to crunch up as a cat approached Crowpaw, looking up to see Sunstar, "Crowpaw, could I speak to you in my den?" Redpaw got up and trilled, "I'm gonna head over to Whitestorm to talk to him." He saw the tom pad over to the large cat that almost blended into the snow. Crowpaw got up and nodded, following Sunstar.

"I'm sure you heard that your mentor is currently expecting kits," the golden tom huffed, pushing through the vines that covered his den. "Yes, I have," the apprentice pushed through and sat down in front of Sunstar. "I've been hearing of your training and how well you learn—I'm quite impressed," the Thunderclan leader purred, licking his shoulder. Crowpaw was curious of what Bluefur had told him, or was it another cat? "Crowpaw, I'd like to take over your training for Bluefur."

Crowpaw's blinked and his eyes filled with excitement, knowing his Clan's leader wants to mentor him, "Really! You're not pulling my whiskers, are you?" Sunstar purred with amusement, "Not at all. I've spoken to Bluefur a few sunrises ago, she agreed that you'd be suited for me to train you." Crowpaw silently thanked Bluefur for that, "Has Bluefur taken you to the moonstone for your blessing?" The black tom sat in silence and had a blank expression written on his face, "I take that as a no then." 

"Sunstar, what's the moonstone?" Sunstar twitched his whiskers, "She didn't tell you about the moonstone?" The apprentice shook his head as a response, "It's the stone that leaders, medicine cats, and mentors with their apprentices go to in order to recieve blessings from Starclan. In some cases, messages come through. Leaders also go to recieve their nine lives." Crowpaw heard of the nine lives advantage leaders are given when Tigerclaw talked about it a while back, but never once has heard of the moonstone. "How about this—tomorrow at dawn, we'll head to the moonstone. You'll eat something hefty tonight so you won't have to stop in the morning to eat. The moonstone is closest to Windclan's territory, so we'll more than likely encounter a patrol there." Crowpaw nodded, his paws shifting on the floor. "Sunstar, can I also tell you something?"

The black tom poked his head out from the apprentices' den, seeing Thistleclaw's spikey tail disappear into the leader's den. His heart was racing, not knowing how Thistleclaw would react to what he'd told Sunstar. He was praying to Starclan that Sunstar didn't mention his name, his fur standing on it's ends. Moments after, Thistleclaw padded out the den, he didn't seem quite angry—but internally, he could feel anger building up inside. Sunstar peered out his den and padded out, going into the elders den. Crowpaw watched as he saw his new mentor and Spottedpaw walk back to his den. "Is something wrong, Crowpaw," Brindlepaw groomed herself, "No. I'm just excited."

"Excited for what?" Crowpaw turned to his denmate, "Sunstar's my new mentor. I'm going to the moonstone with him tomorrow!" Brindlepaw raised a brow, "You didn't go yet," surprised when Crowpaw shook his head. "Well, I hope you have a safe trip. It's not the best trip, and during Leaf-bare, it might be worse," the pale she-cat purred, "I'm sure it'll be fine though." Crowpaw turned to see Spottedpaw padding out the den, her eyes seemed to tell him that she was really upset. She might hate me now, Crowpaw sighed, I'm sorry—it's for the best.

"Come on, keep up!" Sunstar meowed, bounding up the steep slope toward the Thunderpath, "You're behind! You should be at my shoulder!" Crowpaw huffed, the snow made it hard to traverse the territory, not to mention his paws were numb and his jaw ached with carrying the travelling herbs. He groaned, "Can we take a break?" Sunstar blinked and purred, "Nope! Come on!" The apprentice huffed and dug his paws deep into the snow, it was almost up to his chin. Sunstar got up and stood atop the slope, waiting for his new apprentice, "Don't worry, it's flat from here, so you'll be fine!" Crowpaw got up and caught his breath, small puffs of his warm breath forming and fading in the air. The apprentice looked at his mentor and gasped seeing him begin to pad off, "Wait!" The apprentice picked up the travelling herbs given to him by Featherwhisker earlier that morning.

He caught up to his mentor, shoulder-to-shoulder, and Sunstar purred, "Good! Now you're track." The faint smell of Windclan cats was present, "We're close to Windclan territory!" Sunstar nodded, "That's right." The apprentice looked up at his leader, "Won't they attack us?", "No—Windclan cats are aware that if any cat is trespassing alone or with another cat like an apprentice or medicine cat, they have to let us pass safely." The two toms padded along the side of a twoleg home, a rather big ginger tom sat along the top of the fence. "Hello down there," he mewed, Crowpaw looked up at the tom, his green eyes filled with curiousity. "Ignore him Crowpaw," Sunstar puffed, "We have somewhere to be, sorry."  The tom got up and walked along the fence, looking at Crowpaw with a smile, "You look a lot like my son far back along the road." The apprentice looked at the cat with furrowed brows, "I'm sure he's a big cat by now living a life of happiness." Crowpaw grunted and looked forward, sprinting to catch up to his mentor. "It's nice to meet you both! I hope to cross paths again," the tom trilled loudly, his kittypet collar jingling. Weirdo, Crowpaw commented to himself.

They padded next to the Thunderpath, no monster roaring by, which was strange to Crowpaw. But the black stone still stunk like Shadowclan cats, his nose twitched. The two toms made it to the moorland, Crowpaw had never seen a place like this. It was lacking any trees and the ground was all white, powdery snow—he sniffed the air and the strong smell of Windclan was lingering. "Crowpaw, keep an eye out. We're almost there," Sunstar looked up at the sky and saw the sun up high, the cold breeze pushing against his thick pelt. The apprentice's tail was low, his ears pointing up.

He studied the surroundings, seeing a barn in the far distance, "What's that, Sunstar?" The golden cat blinked, seeing the red building, "That's the barn. Most rogues and loners stay there," Crowpaw mewled in response. "Hold it right there," a voice called. Crowpaw paused in his steps and felt his fur stand, "Calm down," Sunstar hissed as they saw two Windclan cats stalking over to them. "Afternoon Deadfoot, Talltail," Sunstar dipped his head at them. "What are you doing on Windclan territory, Sunstar," the black tom eyes were like slits, his lip curled. "My apprentice and I are headed to Highstones. We're off to let Crowpaw recieve his blessing." The Windclan warrior circled the cats, smelling their scent.

Talltail looked at Crowpaw, his amber eyes filled with curiousity, "How long have you been an apprentice for, Crowpaw?" The apprentice laid the herbs on the soft snow, "Three moons now," the black-and-white tom nodding. "Your fur, despite all black with one white paw, reminds me of an old friend of mine. I wish your trip well," the slender tom purred as Deadfoot circled back to his clanmate, "Get out of here before you scare off any remaining prey." Sunstar rolled his eyes, and turned to Crowpaw, "Come, let's continue." The apprentice nodded at Talltail, "It was nice meeting you!" He picked up the herbs and trotted next to the Thunderclan leader. Talltail watched them, You must be one of Jake and Quince's kits. May Starclan bring you honor.

Crowpaw noticed Sunstar's weary steps but he smelled no fear in the air. To break the silence, Crowpaw mewed, "Hey Sunstar? About the nine lives situation," "Hm?" The apprentice breathed in the cold air mixed with the scent of herbs, "If you don't mind—how many lives do you have left?" Sunstar was silent for a moment, perhaps thinking or trying to remember, "Seventh. However, after this life is my last." Crowpaw raised a brow, "I thought all leader's get nine lives?" The larger tom purred, "Well, have you heard the story about Pinestar?" Crowpaw nodded, "He left when he was leader." Sunstar turned his attention to Crowpaw, "When Pinestar left, he only gave me eight of his lives," "That's possible?" The apprentice felt secondhand embarassment for Pinestar and Sunstar, knowing that one left for the soft life of a kittypet and one carrying the burden left from the previous Thunderclan leader.

"It is... Sad but what can you do with another cat's actions," he sighed. Crowpaw continued next to his mentor until they reached a cave. "Welcome to Mothermouth," Sunstar purred and flicked his tail, signaling Crowpaw to follow. The dark apprentice looked at the sky, not realizing it had turned dark with the stars sparkling above them. "Hurry now," Sunstar's words echoed in the tunnel, the tom padding in.

It was dark, he could barely see anything but he could smell his leader. "Watch your step, Crowpaw," the tom mewed. Crowpaw smelled the strong odor of earth and water, his nose scrunching up. "It stinks in here!" Sunstar snickered, "Yup! Get used to it if you ever come back herre," the tom let Crowpaw feel his tail, "I smell you now, Sunstar." The golden tom let out a trill and lead the way, Crowpaw making sure he doesn't lose track of Sunstar the deeper they went and the strong the smell of Mothermouth worsened. They continued for what seemed like a season until Crowpaw saw a light in the distance, "Is that the moonstone?" Sunstar mewed softly, "It is—we're almost there, I promise."

Moments after, they reached it. Crowpaw squinted his eyes as he padded in, the light getting brighter until it was tolerable enough for him to open his eyes. He saw a beautiful gem standing in the middle of the cavern, it was tall and pure white. Crowpaw made out the smooth edges it had and the cool air that emitted from it, colliding with the moisture in the air. He looked up and saw a hole at the top of the high ceiling, the moonlight shining down directly onto the moonstone. The stone was several tail-lengths high and sparkled like countless dewdrops on the cave walls—it was like a star itself.

Hesitant, Crowpaw stuck close to the entrance of the wall, Sunstar glancing back at him. "Crowpaw, there's nothing to be worried about. The moonstone is sacred, I promise it won't hurt to come closer," the dark apprentice crept over to it, his ice-blue eyes illuminated by the stone. "Touch your nose to it, Crowpaw," the golden tom sat and watch his new apprentice slowly approach the white stone.

Crowpaw pressed his wet nose against it, the stone sending shivers down his spine and his fur standing. He took a step back and looked at Sunstar, "We'll rest here until you've awoken, for now, please sleep." Crowpaw felt the cold air of the stone brush his fur, it was soothing and felt... Ethereal. He puffed his fur underneath his belly to combat the freezing floor of the cave. The dark tom rested his head on his paws and slowly dozed off, the light being the last thing he sees.

He felt himself surrounded by darkness, a cold breeze flowing on his pelt. It felt as if he was flying, Crowpaw moving his toes and stretching them out to flex his claws, opening his eyes to see the forest. It was full of lush greeen leaves, but no trace of prey's scent lingered. It was earthy, and Crowpaw trailed the path. The more he walked, the more stiff his body became and the sky turned red. "Crowpaw! Crowpaw!" A voice called for him, it sounded like Spottedpaw. The apprentice turned and saw the she-cat running towards him, her leg limp, and running behind her was Thistleclaw—his teeth bare and blood oozing from his chin down to his front paws. Crowpaw saw his clanmates running in front of him, "Move you mouse-brain fool," spat Goosefeather. He heard Spottedpaw shriek and saw her pelt stained with a dark red, "Spottedpaw!" Crowpaw screamed, trying to move out of place but he was stuck.The darkness engulfed him as Thistleclaw lunged at him and a single crow feather fell on his nose.

His body was numb and it felt as if he couldn't breathe, until he laid in grass that seemed to have bits of stars lingering on them. The air was peaceful, and he could feel his heart beating, his eyelids heavy. Voices called for him as he laid there, limp, We give you this blessing to you, Crowpaw.

Then, the voices echoed a message that rung loudly like the monsters that pass the Thunderpath. A crow flies freely through the forest—Crowpaw, follow your destiny. A thistle will wrap its thorns around your clan—Free them, for you will make the forest yours to prevail. But, choose your path wisely: devote your life and honor your clan, or return to the life of a kittypet and never return: Remember where your heart belongs.

Crowpaw's eyes shot open as his heart raced, sitting up and seeing Sunstar's golden tabby face, wide-eyed, "You had a nightmare?" The dark apprentice nodded, "I did. It wasn't great." Sunstar sighed, "I thought so by the way you were shifting." Crowpaw shared tongues with Sunstar, "I did get a blessing though." The golden tom purred, "Did you recieve a message?" He nodded and shook his pelt, "Do I tell you?" Sunstar shooked his head, "It's a message only for you to know," he walked to the tunnel entrance, "Come, it's time we go back to Camp. Once we're there, grab yourself a meal and head to your den, you will rest again for the day." Crowpaw bit his lip as they passed through the pitch black darkness of Mothermouth, I don't think I want to go back to bed—not after that dream.

Sunstar looked up at the sky, the rising sun peaking over the high peaks, "Quickly now." They dashed down Highrocks, Crowpaw couldn't wait to sleep in his nest, wondering if his denmates will be awake by the time he arrives back home. They skirted past the twoleg homes that sat near Highrocks, and when they reached the border of Windclan territory, they ran through the edge, avoiding a nearby patrol. Sunstar panted, "Let's race, Crowpaw!" The apprentice looked at his leader with concern, Is he pretending to be another apprentice? "Come on, it's a test of endurance and to see if you memorize our territory!" Crowpaw huffed, his breath in the freezing air, "Fine! What's the deal!" Sunstar mewed, "Last one to camp gets more sleep!" The golden tom yowled with joy and amusement, "Alright go!" He dashed forward, Crowpaw choking, "H-Hey! That's not fair!"

Crowpaw darted past his leader, bounding into the frozen forest. He didn't care how deep the snow was, the tom looked behind to see Sunstar tail-lengths behind, I'm winning! The apprentice ran past a Thunderclan patrol, Spottedpaw's eyes widened to see a black blur pass her, "Crowpaw?" The young apprentice jumped down the ravine and headed right into the gorse tunnel, tumbling down but catching himself on his paws, avoiding bumping into Weedwhisker. The elder cat froze in place, his fur standing, "Crowpaw! Watch it! You got snow on my pelt!" Crowpaw twitched his whiskers, "Sorry, Weedwhiskers. I was racing Sunstar." Speaking of the leader, he turned to see Sunstar pushed through the frozen gorse. "Oh, looks like I lost," the tom twitched his whiskers, "Go ahead and eat, Crowpaw. Please rest."

The tom realized how tired he was after that run, catching his breath still and his heart racing. I think I'll eat later, Crowpaw thought to himself. He padded off to the apprentices' den, noticing all of his denmates were already up. Crowpaw stretched and brought his haunches up in the air, letting out a big gasp of air before curling up into his nest. His new bedding was farther from the entrance now, no longer needing to feel the cold air blowing through the night. Crowpaw's eyes twitched as he heard a head push through the bracken, seeing Bluefur's silver muzzle in front of him, "How was your trip?" He drowsily brought up his head and purred, "It was... Really tiring..." Bluefur slipped in, tucking her paws underneath her as she laid next to Crowpaw, "Did you recieve your blessing?", "Mhm..." The tom yawned, "Can you stay in here so I can sleep? I had a nightmare last night," Bluefur shook her head and purred back, "I can't... I have to stay in the nursery for now." Crowpaw slowly blinked, "When you can leave the nursery...I want to..." He yawned midway through his sentence, resting himself against Bluefur's round belly, feeling some type of movement—he ignored it. "I wanna go hunting again..."

The gray she-cat licked the top of Crowpaw's head, seeing that now she's trapped in the den until Crowpaw would wake up later. "Sleep well, young one..." Crowpaw dozed off, his tail occassionally flicking. He dreamt, the darkness turning into him standing in a snow storm. His black fur and whiskers covered in snow. Crowpaw's eyes darted around until he spotted a tiny, white kit that laid in front of him.

Bluefur hissed as Featherwhisker pressed her belly lightly, "Watch it!" She licked her round stomach, trying to ease the pain. The silver tom blinked, "Sorry, please let me know next time if it's too much." The gray she-cat huffed, her whiskers laying flat on her cheeks, "Sorry... It was too much."

Crowpaw sat outside the nursery, seeing Whitestorm pad over to him, "No duties?" The dark apprentice rubbed himself the white warrior to greet him. The afternoon sun laid on their fur, giving temporary warmth on their pelts. "No, Sunstar said I don't need to do anything today," Whitestorm purred, "I'm surprised you didn't sleep in until sunset. Every apprentice would've slept in if they were given the opportunity to do so." The black tom shrugged, "I just don't feel like sleeping in, that's all." He admired Whitestorm, despite his clanmate receiving his warrior name only that same week. Crowpaw wondered what it would've been like if it had been Tigerclaw and Thistleclaw to find him those moons ago... They probably would've killed me, Crowpaw felt sick to his stomach at the thought of it.

"By the time you earn your warrior name, it'll be Newleaf," the white warrior playfully breathed his warmth out and watch the cold air form a cloud. Both toms looked at the nursery, seeing Featherwhisker's feathery face push out from the bracken, "Were you two here to visit Bluefur?" Crowpaw nodded, "I was," Whitestorm blinking at the medicine cat, "I'm not here to visit. However, how is she doing?" Featherwhisker got out from the nursery and walked over to them, "Bluefur's fine, but it seems like the kits will be out in a half-moon to almost one moon." Whitestorm purred, "So I'll be an older kin soon." The black apprentice blinked and felt a little bit isolated, wondering if Bluefur will still consider him as a son, or completely brush him aside. No, she wouldn't do that, he reassures himself.

"You can see her now if you please, Crowpaw," the silver tom mewed, padding towards the medicine den. Whitestorm licked his paws and wiped his muzzle, "I'll follow since I'm already here," he purred. Crowpaw nodded and they crept into the nursery, looking at White-eye who licked her kits clean, Runningkit and Mousekit. "Good afternoon, you two," the queen purred at the young toms. "Afternoon, White-eye," Crowpaw mewed, Whitestorm dipping head at her. As best as they could Crowpaw and Whtiestorm squeeze themselves in the bracken walls of the den, "How are you feeling, Bluefur?" She tried to lick her hind legs, her belly making her out of breath, "I'm f-fine." The white warrior's tail flicked, "Featherwhisker told us the kits are due in half-moon to a whole moon." Bluefur laid down on her side, "Did he? That's good to know." Crowpaw blinked, looking at his former mentor, She looks like she's constantly in pain. 

"Mam! Can we go out and play?" A kit mewled loudly, Mousekit climbing over her mother's flank—her pale yellow eyes gazing at the larger cats. White-eye blinked at Whitestorm and Crowpaw, "Is it possible for you both to watch them? If you both aren't busy." The white warrior purred, "I'm not busy as the moment." Runningkit waddled over his mother and fell over, crawling to Whitestorm, "Thank you, Whitestorm!" Mousekit followed behind, Crowpaw seeing the she-kit smaller than her brother, reminding him of how much he's grown and no longer a tiny kit. "I'll meet you outside, Crowpaw," Whitestorm led the kits outside the den, pushing the bracken to the side for the two to get out. White-eye yawned, "Thank goodness..." Bluefur and Crowpaw watched the pale queen doze off, her flank rising. "She must be tired," the dark apprentice commented. "Sunstar told me earlier what you said about Thistleclaw—I'm glad you said something," the gray she-cat looked at her former apprentice. "But I saw how you shuddered when you looked at him the other day," the tom blinked, "You saw it too?" 

He nodded, "I can't let him be deputy..." Crowpaw tilted his head when Bluefur had this worried look in her eyes, "Crowpaw you have to help me..." The apprentice felt his claws grazing the floor, "What can I do?"

"I'm not sure... That's the problem." Bluefur looked at her belly with a deep guilt, "...Oh no. You're not thinking of that." She turned her head to her apprentice, frustrated, "What else can I do? At any moment, Tawnyspots can retire and Thistleclaw will be chosen as deputy! I can't let that happen!" Crowpaw tilted his head, "Thistleclaw won't become leader, not until Sunstar loses two more lives." The expecting queen blinked, "You're right. I'm sorry, Crowpaw... But I don't want any of our clanmates to suffer, especially you because of your origins." Bluefur sighed, "You should go now, please eat if you haven't." Crowpaw nodded in response, pressing his nose on the top of Bluefur's head and crawled out the den.

Crowpaw saw Whitestorm playing hide-and-seek with the ktis, he was too big to even hide. His whiskered twitched as the kits tackled him in the thick snow, giggling triumphantly. Suddenly, the mood changed as he saw the hunting patrol come back, Tigerclaw and Thistleclaw pushing themselves out from the gorse tunnel, Sparrowpelt, who was now named "Half-tail" from an accident with a monster taking a part of his tail away, carried in starlings. Speckletail was the last, bringing in a small squirrel that she dropped on the fresh-kill pile. Tigerclaw had two voles and a rabbit hanging from his jaw, dropping them at the pile, Prey must be starting to get scarce... He saw Redpaw and Willowpaw pad out the warriors' den, seeing them approach Half-tail. Whitestorm snuck up on Crowpaw, the kits following behind, "They look agitated," "Agh! Don't do that!" Both toms jumped back, their fur standing up and backs arched, "Sorry, I didn't mean to." Crowpaw sighed, licking his shoulder and relaxing his pelt, "What do you think happened?" Whitestorm shrugged, their attention turn to see and hear Tigerclaw saying something to Sunstar.

Crowpaw looked at the cats, seeing their faces dark and furrowed with anger. It was strange, were they mad the prey wasn't bigger than it should be? "You see it now?" He nodded, suddenly his eyes widen as he heard Tigerclaw exclaim something to the leader.

"Enough is enough!" Tigerclaw growled, "We need to stop talking to Riverclan and show those fish-eaters that they can't get away with this!" Sunstar looked back with hesitation, "What're you suggesting, Tigerclaw?" He took a deep breath and calmed down, Crowpaw seeing his mentor's gaze as he tried to carefully consider each cat's words. "We need to fight them," Crowpaw felt the kits playing around him and Whitestorm, "This isn't good," the white tom muttered. "It's Leaf-bare, why is Riverclan trying to claim Sunningrocks when there'll barely be anything soon," the dark tom growled, "Not sure. Let's keep listening." Theysaw Tawnyspots' patrol pour in, Spottedpaw exchanging a glance at Crowpaw before quickly moving into the elders' den with Frostpaw. Tigerclaw called over the deputy and invited him into the converation.

"I don't think fighting is the best option," Tawnyspots argued, "Riverclan has way more warriors than we do right now. We just had a few warriors retire to the elders' den—we're outnumbered. Think: do we really want to start something on their territory, knowing they could wipe us all out?"

Tigerclaw replied, "Then we bring the apprentices." 

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"I was chosen to go into battle," Redpaw mewed as he shared prey with Crowpaw, trying to hide the obvious fear he's feeling right now about it. "I hope its short and quick," Crowpaw chewed on the vole from earlier that Tigerclaw caught, "I guess. I really wanna help, trust me—but I'm just..." Redpaw pressed his paws through the snow as he looked down, "I don't want to suffer an injury like White-Eye." Crowpaw blinked, "Well, weren't you able to say no?" Redpaw shook his head in response, "No... Something about Tigerclaw made me feel uneasy. Like, if I said no, he'd probably label me as a coward... Not really good when we become warriors." The black apprentice scooted closer to his denmate, "You'll be okay, I promise."

From a distance, Spottedpaw watched the duo from the apprentices' den—her face dark and her tail tucked close to her. Her paws shifted in her nest, her feet numb from the frozen floor. Spottedpaw felt alone, regretting pushing her own denmate after suggesting Thistleclaw wasn't who was trying to seem like. She always made an excuse to justify his actions, she remembered a conversation she had with him last moon—it made her sick. Maybe Sunstar is right, I shouldn't talk to him anymore. She really missed Crowpaw, despite not wanting to admit it. Seeing him with her own littermate made her envious, but she knew she got herself in this situation. Would Crowpaw ever forgive her? She laid in her nest, curling up with her bushy tail covering her muzzle.

The cold, leaf-fall breeze blew onto the apprentice, making her shiver. She padded a little behind Thistleclaw as they crossed a small stream of water. "I... I saw what happened today," Spottedpaw muttered, her eyes looking away in shame, I don't think he wanted any other cat to see that. "Saw what today? I didn't see you," Thistleclaw curiously looked at the apprentice, "The kits you and Tigerpaw attacked when their twoleg cub walked away." The gray warrior's tail flicked, the silence between them was sharp and sent shocks of anxiety through the she-cat. Thistleclaw's eyes narrowed as he responded, "They were tresspassing on our territory. Are we supposed to make allowances for different kinds of intruders?" Spottedpaw stayed silent, "Are we to welcome the kits, then change our minds when they're six moons old? Twelve? Elders?" Spottedpaw twitched the tip of her tail and looked back at the warrior, "I guess not... But it was brutal."

Thistleclaw bellowed a low growl, "Is there something wrong with protecting our clan from trespassers? Do you really think we should just be useless medicine cats, prancing around with herbs and feathers and avoiding so much as a nip from a mouse?" Her eyes widened, "No, of course not... I was just—", "Tigerpaw is an excellent apprentice. You, out of all cats, should know this! I'm disappointed in you, Spottedpaw. I thought you were just ambitious, too. I 'oughta bet Thrushpelt is only training you to be an 'okay' warrior. Only good to catch mice and renew scent markers." He challenged the she-cat, his teeth baring. "Oh I know, it's because you defend that worthless kittypet, Crowpaw? Is that why you're so soft on being a warrior? You must care about him more than you care about me! Our Clan!" Thistleclaw turned away and stayed silent, Spottedpaw's ear pinning back. 

"Crowpaw is just my friend, Thistleclaw..." Spottedpaw mewled quietly, "I care about him just as much as I care about you." Thistleclaw turned to her, his amber eyes filled with anger, "He'll betray you one day. Crowpaw is a cowardly tom who will run from battle and leave our clan, only to return to the life of a kittypet so he won't ever have to live for another cat! All kittypets are like that, Spottedpaw! Open your eyes!" Spottedpaw angrily hissed, "Don't say that! Crowpaw would never betray Thunderclan! He clearly wants to stay and I'm sure of it! And the things you said about Thrushpelt—he's a great mentor! A-And I'm also just as ambitious, but there are more worthier enemies than two helpless kittypets!"

With fury, Spottedpaw darted back and raced across the path that led towards the Sunningrocks. She pushed through bracken, ignoring the thorns that stuck to her fur. Spottedpaw didn't care where she was headed; she just wanted to be far away from Thistleclaw's scorn and disappointment. She felt sick, angry that Thistleclaw even challenged the idea of her friend bretraying her... But, what if he's right? 

She thrusts through cool green ferns, past a startled patrol, until she'd feel a warmth on her muzzle and soft breeze against her small ears. She looked up at the Sunningrocks that loomed over her. Spottedpaw crossed the small stream, her paws freezing as she got up to her favorite basking spot on the rock—she could see upriver towards Windclan on the moor. She tried to clear her mind and meditate.

The apprentice heard splashing of paws in the water and a familiar scent was near her, "Okay. I'm a squirrel-brained fool who doesn't deserve a tom like me in her life," murmured a voice behind her. "I'm sorry Spottedpaw. I was really rude and I shouldn't have gotten on you, your mentor, or your little friend." Spottedpaw turned to see Thistleclaw crouched at the edge of the flat rock, his ears comically flat like a solded kit's. He looked up at her with huge eyes before looking away in guilt. "I don't blame you for hating me," he mewled softly. "You're thrice the cat Tigerpaw could ever be. I will never be disappointed in you."

Spottedpaw purred, "I don't hate you, Thistleclaw. Come on, you look like you're gonna fall!" He crawled towards her and laid his belly on the warm stone. "I value your opinions, Spottedpaw," Thistleclaw sighed, his tail wrapping around her. His tail was warm and Spottedpaw trilled, "I'm sorry for judging Tigerpaw." She thought to herself and then looked up at Thistleclaw, "If it'll make you feel better too... I won't talk to Crowpaw anymore. Because as much as I care about him..."

The tortoiseshell she-cat curled up tighter, she felt terrible. I can't believe I let him manipulate me like that, Spottedpaw felt her eyes well up, I feel terrible... She closed her eyes and sensed a scent in the apprentice den, it was Crowpaw. He curled up in his nest that was blocked off by her brother's nest, her eyes slightly opening to see his glossy black fur that was a tail-length away. Oh Crowpaw, I'm sorry... Please forgive me.

"Good luck," Spottedpaw mewed to Redpaw as he turned to his sister. "Thanks, I'll tell you about it once I get back," he padded towards the forming patrol. He hesitantly stood close to Tigerclaw's tail, the tabby looking at the apprentice confused. The she-cat watched as the group of cats, one-by-one, push through the gorse tunnel. Redpaw was the last one, his red tail pulling through the hedge. Tawnyspots approached the she-cat, his gray paws  inking into the snow, "Spottedpaw?" The apprentice jumped, "Yes, Tawnyspots?" She shook her head as she walked up to him, "I'm organizing the hunting patrol towards the Twoleg border, I want you to go with Sunstar and Crowpaw. Thrushpelt will also be going and he requested for you to come." Spottedpaw was hesitant but brushed it off, "Sure!" The deputy nodded and lead her over to the forming cats, Spottedpaw reluctantly avoiding eye-contact with her denmate, noticing that he didn't even dart an eye at her.

Crowpaw licked his shoulder, his tongue touching the freezing air. "Do we need any other cats," Thrushpelt puffed out his warm breath, "No, I don't believe we need to. The trees are bare so we may be able to spot more prey, although I'm doubitng we'll find any." The black tom looked up at his mentor, his ears flicking, "Where are we gonna be hunting?" The golden tabby flicked the tip of his tail, "We'll be going towards the edge of the Twoleg border." The apprentice stayed quiet, the patrol moving towards the gorse tunnel and slipping through the dry fern. Crowpaw could smell Spottedpaw's scent, sensing an uneasy feeling. He hesitated before hissing into her ear, "Are you okay? You smell off." 

She looked at him, silent but nodding, "I'm fine, Crowpaw. Thanks." The tom blinked and slowed down, being shoulder-to-shoulder to his mentor, Spottedpaw watching. The air was freezing once they exited the tunnel, Crowpaw shuddering, envious of his denmate and his mentor's thicker pelts. "Cold?" Sunstar twitched his whiskers, "Yeah..." Crowpaw huffed out warm air, watching the cloud fade in the cold, "You'll get used to it eventually. By the time you're a warrior, you'll have a thicker pelt." The patrol followed the almost-covered pathway towards the edge of the Thunderclan border, Crowpaw looking at the pale blue sky above with the naked trees—barely any leaves clinging onto the dark branches. The bushes were no longer bright and lush, instead, they were now the color of dry bracken covered in snow.

Crowpaw's feet sunk into the snow, the cold powder touching his belly. They continued down the white path, pasing by Snakerocks and heading onto a brown trail. The apprentice looked at his denmate, seeing her looking down, as she followed from behind. He stopped in pawsteps before continuing next to her, his ice-blue eyes looking at her pretty dappled coat, "I'm sorry about what I said... About Thistleclaw." Spottedpaw licked her nose, "It's fine. It was bound for me to stop talk to him." Crowpaw looked around, seeing the huge pinetrees as they entered Tallpines, "Sunstar told you you couldn't talk to him anymore?" She nodded, "He said if Thistleclaw does it again, he'll be stuck on apprentice duties for the rest of his time in Thunderclan until he retires." Crowpaw puffed up his chest, "Well I think he should be exiled," he looked at her with soft eyes as he heard a little giggle from Spottedpaw.

"Quickly, get down!" Sunstar growled, Thrushpelt digging a tiny den to fit all four cats in. Crowpaw and Spottedpaw jumped, looking at their leader. "Hurry up," he hissed as he watched the sky. What was he looking at? Crowpaw darted in the den after Spottedpaw, soon Sunstar pushing himself through. "Why are we in here," Spottedpaw whispered to her mentor, "There's a hawk." Crowpaw peeked from below, seeing a large bird circling in the sky and crying out a caw before moving in a different direction, the cats observing the hawk's change in direction. "Where is it headed," the young tom whispered to Sunstar, his pelt standing. "I'm not sure. Know that when there is a hawk present, you hide immediately," Sunstar blinked.

The silence was long, Crowpaw awkwardly squished in with the three cats, their scents engulfing his own. Then, Sunstar squeezed out, "Its safe, We'll make the hunt for prey short since we know now that hawks are going to be more active." Spottedpaw and Thrushpelt spilled out, and Crowpaw followed last. Where did that hawk go?

"I was so scared," Redpaw flexed his claws, "But Tigerclaw saved me—I seriously owe him one!" Crowpaw purred as he swiped his white paw on his muzzle, Willowpaw commented: "I was so scared that Redpaw would've gotten picked up by the hawk." Crowpaw blinked, he'd almost forgotten himself and Spottedpaw had also seen a hawk in the sky while hunting in Tallpines. He looked back at the she-cat as her littermates mewed with laughter, seeing her looking away. Spottedpaw's heart was stabbed with envy, even if she had exchanged words with her friend and spent the afternoon laughing with him as they dug into the powedery snow—she knew Redpaw had all of Crowpaw's attention.

Crowpaw scooted over to the tortoiseshell she-cat and purred as he felt the warmth of her pelt, "It's good that we didn't encounter the hawk upclose." He saw her muzzle twitch with a small smile on her face, Spottedpaw looking up at Crowpaw with big eyes, "Yeah... I'm glad we didn't!" He sat closer to her, Spottedpaw feeling the tip of Crowpaw's tail poked at her own fluffy tail, "I hope we can make up." Spottedpaw mewled softly, "I'd like that."

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Crowpaw opened his eyes and the forest was dark and grim, the trees looked worn down and the sky was dark. He squinted his eyes and saw a bright red light that stood at the end of the dirty black path that his paws stood on, he tasted the air and regretted it immediately, "What's that smell?!" The apprentice hissed and looked around as he slowly crept through the dark woods, seeing the trees look as if they had the faces of fearful cats. There were smells that he wasn't familiar with—it was swampy and the air was humid, it felt disgusting on his pelt and Crowpaw shuddered. The cold, wet earth beneath him felt sticky and awful on his paw pads, his white paw becoming filthy with gooey mud. Crowpaw's ears flatten as he hears the yowling of cats from down the narrow path, the hair on his shoulder rising as it got louder.

He crept behind rotting wood, his heart racing as he continued to approach the voices. Crowpaw couched beneath the dried bush, his black fur blending in the shadows so well that he too could not tell he was in the dark. He narrowed his eyes, widening as he saw cats clashing. These aren't cats I've seen at the Gathering, Crowpaw thought to himself as he observed the battling cats, their claws in the air and the dueling toms on their hind haunches. He grimaced as he saw a warrior take a nasty blow to the face, his blood splattering on a rock. On top of that rock, the apprentice saw a dark tortoiseshell she-cat sitting on it, her brows furrowing as she spectated the battle. A little bit to the right, he saw a familiar cat—Thistleclaw, and sat next to him was Tigerclaw. Why are they here, Crowpaw almost gave himself away as he jumped back, hearing the loud wail from a tom.

He watched as a light tabby tom falls back, a long wound reached from his lip down to his chest, blood soaking the white belly of the warrior. Crowpaw could feel the mouse he ate almost go up his throat, the smell was rotten and he saw the state the tom was in. His eyes widened in horror; the tom that was just killed had raw red scars on his body, almost like fresh but old wounds opening up. The apprentice watched as he saw the cat fade into nothing, the she-cat on the rock applauding the warrior. Her deep and silky voice rolled out, "Excellent work! Tigerclaw, you're next!" Crowpaw saw his clanmate approach the cat, seeing Thistleclaw in the back with a malevolent smirk and his amber eyes glowing in the shadows. I need to get out of here...

Crowpaw crawlled from under the bracken and felt thorns prick his pelt as he darted back the way he came. He could hear Tigerclaw's yowls of rage escape the rotting forest, the cat he was just fighting cried for mercy. Crowpaw had never felt such fear, his heart raced as he ran until he'd awaken.

"Ew! What's that smell," Brindlepaw hissed and turned away from her denmates, "Goodness Crowpaw! You smell like badger-dung!" The dark apprentice's eyes widened and he sat up as if his tail was bitten off. He felt mud on his pelt and groaned, his ears ringing. Spottedpaw looked up at him, the same expression of fear he had from his dream, drawn right on her face. Redpaw recoiled, his muzzle scrunched up, "Crowpaw get outta here! Go share tongues or something, just clean up!" Spottedpaw immediately bounced onto her toes and followed Crowpaw acrossing the clearing, she knew what he saw.

The apprentice slipped through the gorse tunnel, the stench was unbearable. "Crowpaw," Spottedpaw called out, her paws digging into the snow as they both slipped through the tunnel. "What! I can't stand this smell, hurry and share tongues with me," he growled as he licked his shoulder, gagging out of disgust. Spottedpaw hesitated as her eyes filled with worry before bounding up to him and licking the dirt from his dark pelt. She heard his heart race as Crowpaw profusely licked his paws, the tortoiseshell she-cat mewling softly, "I know where you went last night." Crowpaw stopped, silently picking his head up and turning to her, his pupils were slits, "You do?"

The she-cat nodded, leaning in and her nose almost touching his muzzle. She whispered as if they were being watched, Crowpaw's eyes darting around. "That place... That's the Place of No Stars," Crowpaw felt like he's heard of this place before, remembering the cripsy air of leaf-fall as Bluefur muttered to him where cats go when they die as a Clan cat. The apprentice blinked before looking at his denmate, "How do you know I've been there?" She hestitated, Spottedpaw looking at him with fear that maybe... Maybe someone could be out and stalking them, "Not here." She mewed softly and darted her tail back at the tunnel, both apprentices moving through the cold ferns of gorse. Crowpaw looked back, feeling the paranoia in the air. Spottedpaw lead him towards the spare den they had in Thunderclan, the vines overgrown over the entrance, "Why here?" Spottedpaw blinked, "No cat in Thunderclan uses this—its been too many seasons since this den was used!"

Crowpaw shook his head, "Quit hiding it and just spit it out. How do you know? Were you there—the Dark Forest?" He watched his denmate curl her lip, clearly she was full of guilt and regret. The expression of concern on his face dropped into a feeling of worry, "Yes. I went there a couple of times when Thistleclaw invited me. Those times I would wake up with the smell you had this morning—I went the nights before." The dark apprentice peered out the vine-covered den, a patrol coming in and seeing Thistleclaw and Tigerclaw's large bodies pushing through the snow in the clearing. "Tigerclaw went a few times when I'd go as well. I'd hear him say things under his breath but I never knew what," the she-cat softly patted her paws on the cold floor. "I'm not sure if they saw me last night," Crowpaw whispred, "Probably not—it's just cruel battling, it's what they want." 

"Do you fear Thistleclaw becoming leader, Crowpaw?"

He looked at his denmate, smelling Spottedpaw's fear in her sweet scent. Crowpaw furrowed his brows, "Yes, but if we're lucky, he may not have the chance," I'll make sure of it. Spottedpaw crept to her denmate, brushing her warm fur against him, "Crowpaw... Do you think I should become a medicine cat?" Where did that come from? "I... I don't want you to? Why do you ask?" Spottedpaw looked up at Crowpaw, her amber eyes piercing his heart with a warm feeling, "I fear the bloody battles that Thunderclan will have with the Clans if Thistleclaw were to become leader," "But you don't always have to be a warrior." She sat up as she looked away, "Every cat I know insists that I train under Featherwhisker, even Thrushpelt." Spottedpaw looked back at Crowpaw, seeing his head stupidly tilted to the side.

She pouted and felt her cheeks fluff up, slapping her paw on his muzzle, "Hey!" Crowpaw growled playfully and pounced onto Spottedpaw, both of them tumbling out the spare den and into the snow. The apprentices playfully got up from the white earth and bounded around the clearing, zooming right past the elders' den, Larksong hissing in annoyance. The bounded through a hedge and Spottedpaw tackles the dark apprentice, both of them falling into the white-layered floor of Sandy Hollow. "Why did you smack me with your paw!" Crowpaw huffed, his lungs filling with cold air. Spottedpaw laughed and twitched her whiskers, "You looked at me funny like I had moss on my muzzle!" Crowpaw smirked, sitting up and shaking the snow off of his pelt, trying to make it fall onto Spottedpaw's black-and-orange pelt. "Hey! Stop it!" He grinned and sat down, Spottedpaw growling at him. 

"I don't think you should become a medicine cat, Spottedpaw," his eyes filling with hidden affection, "I... I wanna become warriors with you. Even if we'd enter battles that shed blood—I'll protect you." Spottedpaw felt her muzzle growing hot, for once she felt safe around a cat she adored. Crowpaw's eyes shined like the leaf-bare sun, and Spottedpaw felt her stomach fill with butterflies—it felt as if the silence between them for almost two moons never happened. "You mean it?" He nodded, "I don't care who our leader is, it won't stop me from spending the rest of my life with you by—"

Redpaw yowled from the top of the hollow, Whitestorm and Brindlepaw peering down at them, "Hey! What're you two doing! Get outta there, Bluefur's kits are coming!" Crowpaw and Spottedpaw darted up the steep slope that lead to the top of Sandy Hollow, meeting up with the other apprentices and the warrior. Redpaw's fur bristled, "And what were you two doing?" Spottedpaw blurted out, "We were just playing." Her brother immediately argued back, "But you two were alone." Crowpaw looked at his denmate, "So what, Redpaw?" The tortoiseshell tom darted his head at the dark cat, "All of a sudden you guys are just fine? It's weird all of a sudden you're hanging out with my sister now, like that two moon period of straight shunning didn't exist!"

Whitestorm meowed, "Now isn't the time to argue. You can fix your drama later, we need to get back, Bluefur wants you there, Crowpaw." Redpaw curled his lip, his eyes blazing with envy at his sister before he darted back to camp. Spottedpaw felt her paws grow cold and her ears flattened, Crowpaw looking at her with comfort. I'm really happy you want to be a warrior just as much as I do, Crowpaw...

Crowpaw looked at the tiny bundles of kits that suckled on their mother's belly. Bluefur looked exhausted, glancing at him before looking at the pale-brown face next to him. "What have you named them, Bluefur?" Thrushpelt's mewled as she sat next to his supposed mate. The tired queen lifted her head, "The dark-gray she-kit is MIstykit, the light-gray tom is Stonekit, and the white-and-gray kit is Mosskit." The tom purred with delight, Crowpaw watching Thrushpelt let Bluefur rest her head on his shoulder. He felt sorry for Thrushpelt, knowing full-well he knows that these were not his kits. Crowpaw studied the kits and their pelts, Mistykit although tiny, looked a lot like her mother already. "Would you like to see them more closely, Crowpaw?" Before he could respond, Runnigkit mewled loudly, "When are they gonna be ready to play!" Mousekit hissed at her brother, "Runningkit! Be quiet, they were just born!" White-eye looked so annoyed, Crowpaw twitching his whiskers at the queen's furrowed brows. "They'll be ready when they choose to," Bluefur purred with amusement, "Come closer, Crowpaw."

The dark apprentice sat a rabbit-length from his former mentor's belly. He smiled, "They're so cute, Bluefur." Thrushpelt looked up at the apprentice, "Crowpaw, I hope you become a older kin-like cat to them someday," he purred as Crowpaw looked at him wide-eyed. The warrior turned to nuzzle kits, feeling their warm little bodies on his dark nose, he whispered something to Bluefur and she smiled at him with deep gratitude. Bluefur looked up at her former apprentice, "I want you to be the first apprentice to see the kits open their eyes," "It'd be a pleasure to," he nodded back. Bluefur looked at her kits with loving eyes, washing Mosskit and curling her tail around the little ones. Thrushpelt slowly got up for Bluefur to curl up and fall asleep, Crowpaw leading him out the den. 

"Crowpaw," the warrior mewed softly, "Could you... Tell me who the father is?" He hestitated at first, Thrushpelt's eyes filled with bargain, "Please—even if I am not the kits' father, I promised Bluefur I wouldn't tell anyone the truth." Crowpaw always felt the pale-brown warrior to be trustworthy. He knew he was Spottedpaw's mentor and he was a great one at that. The apprentice blinked and raised himself up to reach Thrushpelt's ear, "It's... A Riverclan cat: Crookedjaw." Thrushpelt stayed silent for a moment and gave Crowpaw a gentle smile, "Thank you for the closure. Even if I may never be with Bluefur, I'll do my best to help raise them." Crowpaw purred as the warrior dipped his head at him before padding to the warriors' den.

The dark apprentice looked around and saw Spottedpaw at the entrance of the apprentices' den, perhpas waiting for him. He padded over to the she-cat, a bright smile on his face, "What did they look like? How many kits did Bluefur have?" Crowpaw sat next to Spottedpaw, his paws tucking themselves underneath his chest, "There were three: one tom and two she-kits. They were really tiny and fuzzy. Two of them were gray, one darker than the other. But the third was white and had gray splotches on her." She purred, "I can't wait to see them!" Crowpaw nodded, And I'll be the first apprentice to see them with their eyes open...

"Wow!" Crowpaw's eyes widened as Stonekit opened his eyes first, they were shiny and bright green just like his father, Crookedjaw. The kit blinked, "You must be... Um... Crowpaw!" He mewled proudly as Crowpaw nodded, "Mama I got it right!" Bluefur nodded and looked up at the black apprentice, "When they began to speak, I told them about you." He shifted his paws, his cheeks fluffed up, "I'm happy that you told the kits about me, I really appreciate it." The second kit to open her eyes were Mistykit who stared at her mother and then at Crowpaw with dazzling blue eyes and a big smile on her face. She turned to her sister, her tiny paws pushing her sister. "Mosskit! Wake up!" The she-kit groaned and the white bundle shifted, "I'll open my eyes later..."

Bluefur nuzzled her kits, "Now, Mistykit... Your sister will open her eyes on her own time..." It'd only been a half-moon and the kits are already hyper, Crowpaw wondered if he'd have to deal with this. Suddenly a white face popped up from the bracken, yellow eyes darting around and locking onto the kits. "That one is Whitestorm!" Stonekit meowed proudly, his tiny body struggling to move from his nest to see his older kin. "They're absolutely adorable, Bluefur," the white warrior trilled, Bluefur twitched her whiskers. Runningkit ran over to Bluefur, bouncing up and down, "Can they play now, Bluefur?" White-eye looked at Bluefur with tired eyes as she chuckled, "I'm sorry, Bluefur, he's just so excited..." 

Stonekit and Mistykit mewled, looking at their mother with huge eyes. Mistykit mewed loudly, "Please mama! We wanna see outside!" Bluefur huffed with amusement, Whitestorm dipping his head, "I'll watch them for you..." He turned to Crowpaw, "You look like you wanna talk to Bluefur too, so I'm not gonna bug you about it." Crowpaw exchanged a purr of amusement with Whitestorm and looked back at Bluefur flicked her tail, "As long as you stay close to Whitestorm." The kits mew with excitement and tumbled over their mother's fluffy tail and waddled to their older kin. Runningkit and Mousekit, who were three moons older, following next to them. "What about Mosskit," Crowpaw chirped, "She can go with you when we're done chatting."

The apprentice watched the kits and the warrior leave, seeing White-Eye stretch, "You know what? I'm gonna take a walk as well." He watched the queen slip through the bracken, leaving a quiet den with just him and his old mentor. Bluefur's eyes filled with solemn, "You're on your fourth moon of training, Crowpaw. I'm so proud you've been doing excellent in training." Crowpaw laid next to Bluefur, feeling her tongue brush against his fur. He really missed training with Bluefur, wishing he could train with her again. "Sunstar told you about the fighting skills I was learning?" Bluefur looked at the dark tom and purred, "Yes, I've heard from him a few times about how well you use your back legs, but need more time on your front paws."

Crowpaw's ear flicked as he saw the last kit yawn and open her eyes. Her pearly blue eyes peered up the older cats, "Good morning," she yawned. Mosskit stretched out her tiny legs and sat up, feeling her mother's warm belly. "Your littermates are outside waiting for you," Bluefur whispered, nuzzling the she-kit. Crowpaw studied her, realizing how tiny she was compared to her own littermates. He saw himself in her, Mosskit smiled at Crowpaw. She sat up and waddled over to him, tumbling onto his paws. "Careful now," Crowpaw purred softly, sniffing her. Mosskit mewled, "Can I go outside, mama?" Bluefur nodded and Crowpaw lifted Mosskit up the slope, his head poking out the ferns to allow Mosskit to freely waddle to her siblings. "Mosskit!" Stonekit and Mistykit bounded over to them, "Come on!" Mosskit looked back at the apprentice's dark face and smiled before running over to Whitestorm with her littermates. Crowpaw brought himself back in and turned to the older warrior.

"Don't you feel all cooped up in the nursery? We should go on a walk around camp," Crowpaw mewled. Bluefur paused for a moment before stretching her legs as she got up, "Why not... I haven't seen the sun as much." The apprentice excitedly moved out the den, he hadn't spent time with Bluefur in quite a while. The queen followed her former apprentice out the dried bracken, her thick pelt slipping out into the clearing. Bluefur watched as her kits played in the snow, her eyes filled with pride. Crowpaw felt a hint of nostalgia as he looked into her eyes, seeing his own mother look fondly at him and his littermates when they were kits. I wonder what Ruby and Socks are up to... I bet if they saw me now, their eyes would leap out of their heads! 

Bluefur's eyes filled with worry as she saw her kits running around in the snow, her paws shifting in the snow as she grew anxious.

"Shouldn't I take them in soon?" Bluefur turned to White-Eye who sat a tail-length away from them, the much lighter queen shaking her head. "Kits are tougher than they look," White-Eye purred, "But once you see their noses go pale, that's when they should come right back in. Crowpaw and Bluefur looked at the kits, their noses as pink as berries. They watched the kits laugh and mewl as they reached for the tiny flakes of snow in the air. They looked around, seeing Adderfang help clear up the snow from the entrance tunnel with Windflight and Swiftbreeze. To the side, Thistleclaw demonstrated battle techniques to Redpaw and Willowpaw next to the snow-covered nettle patch. Crowpaw felt himself unintentionally scoot closer to Bluefur, she noticed the fear he felt in the moment as she saw the long claws the dark gray warrior had. 

Crowpaw looked around and saw Susntar and Stormtail digging where the fresh-kill pile used to be. He saw how barren it was, nothing left for the clan to feed. "There's nothing left," Sunstar huffed with frustration as he turned to sit on his haunches. Stormtail sat next to his leader, "We'll just need to keep sending patrols until someone can get their claws on something." Crowpaw saw his leader's eyes go dark as he looked toward the nursery, "Even the queens look like they're thinning."

He was right, Bluefur looked a little more thinner now than she did a moon ago. Crowpaw dug his claws into the snow, "Have you visited your mother lately, Crowpaw?" Bluefur softly mewed, "As soon as I can get out from the nursery a little more, we can go back..." That's right, I haven't seen my own mother since leaf-fall, Crowpaw blinked, "Not yet—I wanna see her when I get my warrior name." She nodded, "Understood."

From the elders' den, Goosefeather pushed out the white ferns. Featherwhisker mewed to him as he approached, "How's your nest?" Goosefeather blinked, "What?" The younger medicine cat sighed with a bundle of herbs in his mouth, "Your nest. I fixed it just for you, how is it?" The groggy tom shook his head dismissively, "It's fine." The old tom padded towards the two cats near the nursery and with a stern look in his eyes, bounded to Bluefur. "Is everything okay?" Sunstar padded up to Featherwhisker, his brother nodding, "Yes, I'm making sure it stays that way." Both tom disappeared into the den, Crowpaw watching Goosefeather huff out warm breath in the cold air.

"What are doing," the old cat's shadow casted on the snow. He had a look in his eyes that made Crowpaw shudder and strike worry into Bluefur's pelt. "This isn't apart of the prophecy," Goosefeather hissed, his tail ragged and fluffed up. Crowpaw heard Whitestorm warn the kits, "Be careful now—Don't disturb Smallear, he's getting some rest!" Stonekit mewled, "We won't!" The kits continued running through heaps of snow, Crowpaw seeing Mosskit, who almost blended in with the snow, batting her paws at a white fern in front of her. She's so tiny, he could barely see the gray splotches on her pelt.

"My kits need me right now," Bluefur curled her lip. "You out of all cats should know that your clan matters more," Goosefeather darted his head at the apprentice, "And you too! What are you doing wasting your time away on your haunches?" She hissed, "Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with the prophecy and you know that." Crowpaw blinked at the elderly tom, whose breath stunk like the dirt from the dirtplace. "Fire must burn without bonds, Bluefur," she stood up against Goosefeather and curled her lip, "It can wait." Crowpaw furrowed his brows at Goosefeather, "Why do you depend on her so much for this prophecy thing?" Goosefeather's dark pink nose twitched, "The Clan will become nothing but red if Thistleclaw gets his way—don't be ignorant, Crowpaw, your role in this is just as important."

Crowpaw watched as Thistleclaw raised up on his haunches, seeing the apprentices flex their claws. "Raise and stretch 'em out higher! You won't be fighting mice now," he snapped. Crowpaw felt his pelt tingle, looking back at Goosefeather. Even if Bluefur makes the decision to keep her kits, I'll be there to help her no matter what! 

"Watch this!" Mistykit bounded toward the yew bush and headbutted her head on it. The snow fell and a loud hiss came out from the den, "Watch it!" Bluefur's ears flattened and called out, "I'm sorry, Smallear! Whitestorm warned them already not to bother you!" The tom's gaze softened as he saw Mosskit bound over to him, "Look at meeeeeee!" She giggled and tumbled onto her brother, Smallear twitching his whiskers at Bluefur, "I suppose they aren't kits for long." She smiled apologetically as he flicked his tail and crawled right back in. Her expression turned stern and repeated her stance, "My kits need me."

Goosefeather blinked, "But you know they have a father who would raise them." She blinked in disbelief, Crowpaw's eyes darting back at the two gray cats, He knows? He knows Crookedjaw is the father. "I saw you at Fourtrees not long ago with Crookedjaw." Crowpaw felt the old cat's gaze soften as Bluefur's pelt burned with shame, "I stand in no judgement," he reassured his kin. "But your kits will drown in blood if Thisteclaw becomes leader." Crowpaw's ears flattened as he hear Bluefur look at her kits. Goosefeather looked at Crowpaw, "But if all seems to fail, a crow will free it's Clan from the thistle's thorns." 

"Mama!" Stonekit cried out for his mother, Bluefur bounding over to them. She saw Mosskit stuck underneath a snowpile. Bluefur dug her daughter out saw her white head pop up, her fur shaking a bit. Crowpaw looked at Goosefeather, concern in his eyes, "You're not suggesting she leave her kits with Riverclan?" The old cat stayed quiet before turning his head to the apprentice, "If she fails, it is your destiny to do what Bluefur cannot."

Oh Starclan, Crowpaw looked up at the sky, Please don't let this be destiny for Bluefur and her kits... Not like this.

A fullmoon hung above Fourtrees and cold air of leaf-bare blew a hard breeze onto the cats. Crowpaw sat close to Spottedpaw, who he wrapped his tail around. He looked among the cats and couldn't see Leopardpaw anywhere. He could see now that Talltail, now Tallstar, sat on the Great Rock next to the other leaders. 

"It's freezing," he hissed into her ear, "Really wishing I didn't go." Spottedpaw purred in amusement, "Don't be such a dormouse, Crowpaw!" In the corner of his eye, he could see Bluefur talking to Crookedjaw, her eyes filled with worry and could feel her heart aching. Crookedjaw's eyes went from  glowing with pride to a low glow of sorrow. Crowpaw felt his ears flatten, "What's wrong?" Spottedpaw raised her brows looking at her denmate, "I'm fine. I'm still really cold."

Crowpaw shut out every sound around him, only hearing Bluefur's voice. "I've named them Stonekit, Mistykit and Mosskit," she mewed softly. Crookedjaw purred and nuzzled her, "They must be so beautiful." Bluefur felt her paws grow cold with misery, she didn't want this to be the way her kits will leave her. "I'll come by and bring them to you at Sunningrocks tomorrow night," she hisses in the light-brown tom's ear. Crookedjaw could see Crowpaw's eyes looking at him, knowing that her former apprentice cares for them as if he was an older littermate.

"They'll be raised as Riverclan cats... For their own sake, they won't know that you were their mother," he whispered back to Bluefur. Crowpaw felt so bad as he listened in—they'll forget their mother as they grow older, and never know that they were Thunderclan cats. His paws shifted beneath him, continuing to listen in further.

"Bluefur." She looked at her mate with wide eyes, "This isn't like you. I can tell you love our kits with your life." Bluefur let out a deep sigh of air, her breath trembling with pain, "I know... But my Clan needs me..." The Riverclan cat nodded. Crowpaw snapped out of his eavesdrop as he heard Susntar yowl for the cats to return to their rightful place. He could see Bluefur pushing through the cats, her eyes filled with anguish. 

Even if you don't wish for me to, I'll follow you and your kits... I'll make sure you get to Sunningrocks safely.

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Crowpaw's eyes were wide open as he laid in his nest, watching carefully to see when Bluefur will come out from the nursery. He felt his claws gripping the nest, Crowpaw knowing that this was risky. Suddenly, he heard snow crunching lightly and the tiny whimpers of kits filled the silent air. He poked his head out a bit to see Bluefur, Stonekit and Mistykit on the snow floor—Mosskit dangled from her mother's mouth. "I can't believe we're going out of camp," Stonekit squeaked with excitement before being hushed by his mother. "Will Crowpaw and Whitestorm be playing with us?" Mosskit looked around to see if the two toms would be awake, "Yes Mosskit, they will be at the Sunningrocks."

Bluefur felt so guilty for lying to her kits. She knew that they may never see their clanmates again unless they'd be at the Gathering when they're older or during border patrols. She hoped to Starclan they'd never meet again in battle. No, that won't happen. Bluefur lead her kits towards the dirtplace tunnel, Crowpaw looking around to see if his denmates were awake. He saw the rising flank of Spottedpaw next to him and felt his heart warm up. I'll be back, Crowpaw slipped through the tiny opening of the apprentices' den, quickly but silently following from behind.

The dark apprentice made sure he was three fox-lengths away from Bluefur, making sure he was as silent as the still forest underneath the moonlight. He could hear the kits curiously whisper to their mother as they stuck close to her pelt. They were so small, yet so brave already to be going out of camp. Crowpaw watched as Bluefur struggled to lift the kits up from the ravine, hearing Stonekit copmplain. He looked up at the moon that was covered by the dark clouds above, Crookedjaw must be at the border by now.

He continued to follow from a distance, laying low on his belly as he continued to stalk the queen. Crowpaw felt his paws going numb, it was unusually cold tonight, and his pelt shivered from the breeze. He watched as Bluefur tasted the air, her kits staying underneath a tree. Crowpaw listened in, before seeing Bluefur and the kits continued on their way. There were holes that have been dug up by Bluefur, each one seemed big enough to fit herself and the kits.

What seemed like forever to the kits, they finally reached Sunningrocks. "Mama, I'm tired," Mosskit whimpered, "Can we go home now?" Bluefur picked up the kits one by one and put them into the den near an old tree, "In a moment, little one. There's someone I want you to meet..." Mistykit whined, "Can we sleep at least..." Bluefur nodded as she snuck into the den. Crowpaw could hear the sweet mewl of Stonekit, "That was a good adventure..." He poked his head out, watching out for Crookedjaw.

Moments pass and the snow fall picked up, it was heavier and Crowpaw could feel himself freezing up. Suddenly he heard snow crunching up and he saw Bluefur's thick pelt leave the den, two kits coming out. Where's Mosskit, he felt his nose going numb and didn't see her body at all. He crept underneath as Bluefur padded across the frozen river, her kits sliding a bit. She looked back, Crowpaw making it into the den before getting caught. He saw the tiny kit, curled up. "Mosskit," he whispered, nudging the white bundle. She didn't budge, Crowpaw's eyes widening, "Wake up... Your mother... She's moving now..."

Mosskit laid still, Crowpaw's breath trembling. He breathed warm air on her body, curling her up in his paws. He saw the den's entrance covering up in snow, Crowpaw panicking. "Please Mosskit, you gotta wake up!" He continued to breath hot air onto her, he knew this wasn't the end—it couldn't.

Crowpaw continued until Mosskit's flank began to rise, Yes! She opened her eyes, her glossy blue pearls darting around, "Crowpaw... I'm so cold... I wanna go home..." The apprentice's eyes lit up and he began to dig out the den, a crack big enough to fit himself through. "I'll take you home... I promise, the game is over and Bluefur will meet you back home." Mosskit cried out, "I really wanna go home! Did we win!" He nodded, picking up the she-kit by her scruff and darting out the den with her. He looked back, Crowpaw not seeing a single cat in sight, She must've went back. He ran back towards camp, his hind legs reaching the front of his body each lift—Mosskit whined, "It's so cold..."

I know, and I'll make sure you're all warmed up when we get back! Crowpaw had never run so fast in a while, he could see stars shooting across the sky, heading the direction towards camp. The black tom continued to bound the empty forest, his heart raced. The cold air brushed against his flank, sending shivers down his spine. His whole body felt numb from the freezing snowstorm, Crowpaw felt like he could give in and die if he'd stay any longer in the cold. He jumped over the ravine, something Crowpaw's never done before, the snow knocking into the hollow.

He slipped right through the gorse tunnel, he could feel the kit in his mouth shivering. Crowpaw didn't care who he woke up at this point, this kit was going to die. He slipped into the apprentices' den and immediately settled into his nest, scooting close to Spottedpaw, waking her up. "Crowpaw?" Spottedpaw yawned and groaned, her eyes heavy, "Quickly—help me warm her up," he hissed. Mosskit was shivering between the two apprenticed, Spottedpaw, too tired to question anything. Her tail covered the kit, Crowpaw and Spottedpaw snuggling up. "Crowpaw..." Mosskit looked up at him, "Thank you for taking me home..."

Crowpaw sighed and pressed his nose on top of her head, "Sleep well...'

The morning sun emerged above the empty forest and light peered onto Crowpaw's eyes. Suddenly his eyes shot open, hearing Bluefur wail loudly as she alarmed her clanmates. "My kits! My kits are gone!" The first cat to rush over to the den was Thrushpelt, his fur standing. The cats darted around the clearing, seeing where the kits could've gone. Spottedpaw woke up as well, her head rising and seeing Mosskit underneath her tail, snoring softly. "What's goin on?" Redpaw darted out the den, "Bluefur's kits are gone." Crowpaw blinked looking at Mosskit as well, nuzzling her to wake up, "Morning already?"

"Your mother is looking for you," he huffed. His legs ached from last night and his fur had frozen droplets on it. Spottedpaw looked up at Crowpaw with confusion as he carried her by her scruff.

Bluefur stood in the clearing, her eyes widened. Mosskit was live, Crowpaw bringing her to the floor for the tiny kit to rush over. "Mama!" Crowpaw felt Bluefur's disbelief, it burned into his skin and in the corner of his eyes, Thistleclaw's whiskers twitched with delight. Crowpaw looked up at his old mentor, "She snuck herself into the apprentices' den. Perhaps your other kits may have wandered off."

Sunstar emerged from his den, his fur clinging onto his thinner body, "What's going on!" Tawnyspots turned to his leader, "Bluefur's kits have gone missing but one." The cats immediately began organizing patrols, White-Eye peering out the nursery with her kits below her. Bluefur looked at Crowpaw, fury in her eyes. What have you done, Crowpaw! Crowpaw's feet burned with shame and frustration at the same time—he knew that this wasn't supposed to happen, but what could he have done? Mosskit would've died if she stayed under the snow, and Bluefur probably wouldn't have gone back as she could've assumed she was gone.

"Some of the warriors and the apprentices will stay back in camp until we've returned from the patrols," Sunstar announced, Tawnyspots dismissing each group of cats. Thrushpelt looked back at Bluefur before slipping through the frozen gorse tunnel. The snow was deeper than expect and cats were already conversing about what could've happened to MIstykit and Stonekit. In the corner of his eye, Crowpaw saw Goosefeather staring at him—he wasn't angry, the apprentice couldn't sense anything from the elderly cat. Crowpaw watched Bluefur take Mosskit into the nursery, her tail low. Featherwhisker trotted right into the nursery afterwords, presumably going in to check if Mosskit was hurt.

Goosefeather emerged from the elders' den, the snow crunching beneath his paws and approached the dark tom. "You went out last night, didn't you? Did the other kits make it to Riverclan safely?" He nodded, "Mosskit could've died. I couldn't just leave her there."

Goosefeather sat on his haunches, his tail wrapped close to his pelt. "You know what this means for Thunderclan," Crowpaw's face was dark, "I know what I have to do." The elderly tom blinked, "If Thistleclaw were to come to power, I have to stop him." Goosefeather nodded, "Good—I'm glad you caught on. But, you know it's not just your Clan and Bluefur you need to worry about." Crowpaw looked up at him, Goosefeather nodded his head behind him, seeing a young tortoiseshell she-cat digging into the snow—Spottedpaw. "You like her don't you?" Crowpaw blinked, "Aren't I too young to be in love with my clanmate?"

"Young love is a powerful thing that Thsitleclaw fails to understand—taking the innocence of young cats is a crime that not even the Place of No Stars could excuse." Goosefeather stood up and shook the snow from his pelt, dead leaves falling on the floor as well, "Do you think Tigerclaw went through something similar?" The elderly cat looked puzzled, "Perhaps." The old tom turned away before glancing back at the apprentice, "May Starclan light your path always... Devote your life to Thunderclan, not ambition. You should go check in on Bluefur." Crowpaw watched the old gray tom padded back into the elders' den.

The dark apprentice looked over at the nursery, slowly approaching the entrance. His dark face poked through the bracken, Bluefur curled up with Mosskit tucked under her mother's tail. He crawlled in, it was only him and the gray queen. "Bluefur...?"

"Crowpaw, you've doomed me," she curled her lip, "My Clan needs me!" Crowpaw's ears pinned back, his brows furrowing, "Thunderclan will be fine." The gray queen glared at him, her pupils thinning into slits, "Fine? Thistleclaw could become deputy any minute! Mosskit will suffe and you will too! All of us will!" Crowpaw narrowed his eyes, "I don't believe our clan is just finished yet." Bluefur let out a loud hiss, Crowpaw jumping back, "You don't see it because you're just a kittypet! You'll never be able to run from that!" Bluefur went silent, the dark tom blinked. "I'm so sorry Crowpaw," the dark tom bit his lip, "You're not the only cat with a message from Starclan."

He quickly slipped out the nursery, his brows furrowed. A patrrol came back and Sunstar pushed through the dried gorse, "Did you find the kits?" The golden leader shook his head, "Not at all. Did you find any trace of the kit?" Crowpaw shook his head, he saw Thistleclaw, Dappletail, and Rosetail push through the tunnel as well. Rosetail looked at Crowpaw and bounded right over to him, "How is she?" He shook his head, a lie came out from him like bile, "...Not good. She's really upset." The red-tailed she-cat nodded and rushed over to the nursery. Crowpaw exchanged a glance with Thistleclaw, noticing the gray warrior's eyes narrowed. Crowpaw looked down at the snow, Until that day comes, I'll watch your every move.

"Frostfur! Brindleface!" The cats rejoice the new warriors' names. The younger apprentices were the ones that were the loudest. Crowpaw watched the she-cats with admiration. "Great, we're picking ticks off for the rest of the moon," Redpaw growled in frustration. Willowpaw nudged her brother, "Loosen up! Just be happy we're gonna be warriors soon!" The pale she-cat was right—they're five moons into training, and once New-Leaf  arrives, all four apprentices will recieve their warrior names.

Crowpaw bitterly remembered that it's also been a moon since Mistykit and Stonekit were taken to Riverclan by their mother. He felt bad for Bluefur, she'd be able to rest knowing she's next in line for deputy but at the same time, she seemed to be happier knowing Mosskit was still with her. The clan had come to a conclusion that the two kits were snatched by a badger while they were asleep, It's Bluefur's secret to keep. Mosskit was a moon and a half now, and seemed to be fond of him and Whitestorm whenever they'd play with her. Bluefur told the apprentice that Thrushpelt will be her father figure for the remainder of her kithood. Crowpaw was sure that Thrushpelt loved Mosskit as much as Crookedjaw—now Crookedstar—would've loved her.

Spottedpaw looked at Crowpaw and smiled, "Are you excited for our ceremony?" He nodded and blinked, "Of course! I wonder what my warrior name will be." She purred, "I'm sure it'll be something really cool!" Crowpaw daydreamed of his ceremony, standing in front of the Highrock and looking up at his proud leader. Redpaw mewled at the dark tom, "You think you could trade duties with me?" He smirked, "Nope! You're cleaning all of the ticks from the elders!" Redpaw looked at him, wide-eyed like he's seen as fox, "You furball!" He laughed and saw Sunstar approaching the bunch of apprentices, "You all have another moon to go—I'm proud of all of you." The apprentices mew in delight and Willowpaw flicked her tail tip, "Are we gonna have our ceremony the first week of New-Leaf?" 

Sunstar purred and twitched his whiskers, "Perhaps, but that is up to Starclan to verify when you all are ready." Crowpaw flicked his tail, "Will we be training today, Sunstar?" The golden tom blinked, then gave Crowpaw a smile. "Not today, I don't have anything to teach you today—you've been doing well lately, but don't expect me to be easy with you this next moon," warned the Thunderclan leader, Crowpaw tilted his head. "What do you mean by that?" Sunstar just turned his head, smiling, "You'll see!"

Crowpaw watched his leader slip into the nursery, turning back to see his own denmates running up to the newly named warriors—but he didn't feel like joining them. He was left alone and looked around, What to do next?  He watched Tawnyspots gather cats around for the morning patrols, seeing how frail and sickly the deputy looked, the apprentice felt pity for him. Crowpaw didn't seem too interested in joining in—his mentor didn't seem to have any interest either. A shadow casted onto the snow in front of him and saw Tigerclaw looking at him. "Can I help you, Tigerclaw?" He gave the tabby an awkward smile, "You don't need to try so hard to be all joyful to see me." Crowpaw sighed and let out a deep breath, looking back up at the large warrior.

Overtime, Crowpaw seemed to admire Tigerclaw's bravery as a warrior—he wasn't very forgiving about the encounter with the owl—but yet, Tigerclaw didn't seem to mind Crowpaw refusing his apology. He remembered hearing from Redpaw about how much he was in debt from Tigerclaw's help. His denmate could've died from the hawk, but the tabby warrior was there to save him. What kind of payment will Redpaw give back to Tigerclaw?

"Anyways," Tigerclaw mewled, "I was going to go hunt for prey, we haven't spoken as much so I want to get to know you a little more." Crowpaw blinked, "You never do this with the other apprentices? What gives?" The dark brown tom rolled his eyes, "Those furballs can wait. Besides, I'm taking Whitestorm with me and he recommended for you to go with us." The black apprentice hesitated, a flash from a moon ago invaded his mind—he hadn't forgotten the scene of Tigerclaw anad Thistleclaw at the Place of No Stars... The memory made him shudder. "I er-," the brown tabby raised a brow, "What? Coward because of the snow?" Crowpaw bounced up, his face filled with determination, "No! I'll go!" The 'paw reassured himself, Whitestorm was going, so I think I'll okay.

Tigerclaw gave a nod of approval, "Quickly, ask Sunstar for permission." He noded, turning away confused, was he supposed to be asking his mentor about leaving the camp? The tom bounded over to his leader's den, poking his dark face in to see his leader curled up. "Sunstar?" Crowpaw crept in, the golden tom peeking over his shoulder, "Yes Crowpaw?" He mewled, "Is it okay if I could perhaps go hunting with Whitestorm and Tigerclaw?" Sunstar blinked and his tail flicked, "Sure, I don't see why you shouldn't." The tom mewled as a "thanks" and pushed himself through the frozen vines, looking around and seeing the two young warriors sitting at the entrance of camp.

"He said yes," the apprentice mewed as he padded up to the larger toms. "Good, now let's hurry before we miss out on potential meals," Tigerclaw huffed, his large tabby body entered the tunnel, Whitestorm and Crowpaw following afterwards. The snow wasn't so deep as it was last moon, the layer of white, cold powder only reach half of Crowpaw's legs. "Snow's too deep?" The apprentice turned to look at a white face with it's whiskers twitching. Whitestorm purred, "You'll be alright, yeah?" Crowpaw nodded as a response, "Yeah, it's not too bad." Tigerclaw flicked his tail to follow, the toms following down the snow-covered path. Crowpaw looked up at the pale sky, the sun was covered by thick flurries of clouds. 

Suddenly, the cats came to a halt and Tigerclaw bellowed, "Something isn't right. Do you two hear anything?" Crowpaw took a moment to pause, his ear flicking at he heard yowls from a distance. He felt his claws flexing in the snow, Crowpaw turning the direction he was hearing it from. "There's a fight," Whitestorm puffed out. Immediately, the cats bounded through frozen ferns and dead bracken. The apprentice shuddered as he felt the freezing air of leaf-bare against his pelt. They continued through the bare forest, the yowls getting louder and angrier. They pushed through dry leaves and see Thistleclaw's face against a Riverclan cat. Crowpaw saw Redpaw, Half-tail, and Adderfang with their tails lashing.

“What do you think you’re doing in Riverclan’s territory!” The Thunderclan patrol’s attention was caught onto the Riverclan cats. There were ve of them, Crowpaw recognized one of the cats in that patrol—Leopardpaw. Thistleclaw hissed, “This is still Thunderclan territory, Beetlenose!”  Redpaw turned back and looked at Crowpaw, the same fear cut right into him, his paws grew cold under the stream they stood in. His denmate’s eyes dilated, “We’re going to fight them.”  The tortoiseshell growled and looked at Crowpaw, his eyes filled with hope, “We can handle it, right Crowpaw?” The black apprentice looked at Redpaw, his eyes lled with adrenaline, “I don’t know.” Crowpaw’s ears perked up as he heard a yowl from a Riverclan cat—Thistleclaw pounced on top of a white tom, Whitefang—he was Leopardpaw’s mentor. Whitestorm and Tigerclaw began to run towards the other Riverclan cats, hissing and clawing at each other’s pelts. The two Thunderclan apprentices looked at each other, both of their claws unsheathed. 

“Sunningrocks is ours!” Leopardpaw hissed at Crowpaw, running towards him. The black tom’s fur stood up again, Why is she attacking? I thought we were friends?  He ducked from the dappled she-cat’s reckless swipes. 

She scowled, lashing at him with her claws. She had landed a strike on Crowpaw’s shoulder—a dark red ooze began to leak from the wound. Crowpaw yowled in pain and for a moment, his mind went blank—he screeched, immediately pouncing onto the she-cat, his claws dug deep into her pelt, drawing blood. The black tom bit into her scruff, growling. Adrenaline lled his veins, his muscles twitching. Crowpaw kicked with his haunches to push her away. Leopardpaw wailed in pain, her amber eyes glaring at him, “You Thunderclan cats are repulsive!” The spotted she-cat stumbled, falling over—had he killed her? The apprentice snapped out of his battle mindset, just staring at the Riverclan she-cat. 

Leopardpaw struggled to keep her head up, “Well! Kill me! I’m on the ground, waiting!” Crowpaw heaved, “I refuse to kill you.” He looked down, his white paw strained with red as it soaked in the stream. “Why not!” Crowpaw’s eyes welled up with tears, “I can’t kill you. It’s wrong, I can’t kill a cat to win a battle, isn’t that what the warrior code states?” Leopardpaw paused, her wet golden fur glistened under the sun, her eyes stared into the forest. 

The Riverclan apprentice bellowed, “Get out of here, tell your patrol to get out of our territory.” The black tom struggled to utter even a single word, stopping once the Riverclan apprentice hissed at him. The black tom looked up to see Riverclan warriors staring at him from a distance, their eyes filled with rage. The apprentice saw them wounded terribly, as he looked to his clanmates, they too were wounded. His heart dropped as he saw Redpaw’s ear nicked, bloodied from a cat’s claws. Whitefang approached the two cats, growling at Crowpaw before grabbing his apprentice by her scruff. 

“Leave Crowpaw, your patrol is waiting for you.” The black apprentice darted over to his clanmates, before looking once more behind him—he saw the wounds he inflicted onto Leopardpaw. Crowpaw felt horrible, it was like a thorn was stabbed right into his flank. Tigerclaw purred, looking down onto Crowpaw, “You’ve done well for still being an apprentice—You deserve an early promotion!” 

The apprentice looked down at his paws, that’s just it—what do I even deserve, I almost killed a cat in cold blood. He heard the other toms complimenting him, but did it even matter with what they were saying to him? Crowpaw still felt the stinging sensation from Leopardpaw’s scratch—it felt cold but warm at the same time. The gentle wind blew on it, making the fur around Crowpaw’s wound. 

The apprentice’s paws ached on the way back to camp, his eyes empty. Why did this affect me so much, he thought to himself, Why do I feel horrible for almost killing another cat when I was just trying to defend myself? Featherwhisker approached the patrol, looking at their wounds, “Seems like you all took some sort of injury—come with me.”  In the corner of Crowpaw’s eyes, he could see Spottedpaw, her mouth full of moss for the elders’ bedding. She looked so silly to him whenever she’d be carrying moss—but he couldn’t smile at her. The tortoiseshell she-cat looked at him, her eyes shined like the sun drowning behind the mountains. Her ears flattened, noticing her denmate wasn’t in the best space. Mosskit padded next to Spottedpaw, her white fur fluffy as ever. Crowpaw looked at them once more before entering the medicine den, his eyes still empty. He entered the dark medicine den—it felt cold, especially with the presence of Thistleclaw and Tigerclaw. 

Redpaw brushed up against his denmate’s ank, purring. “I think you still managed to at least throw Riverclan off, thanks.” Crowpaw sighed, laying into a mossbed. He rested his head onto his paws, purring—he could just fall asleep right then and there.

"He's cowardly, Sunstar." Thistleclaw bellowed, "Crowpaw needs to be taught how to kill when necessary. All of the apprentices do!" Sunstar looked at the dark gray warrior, his clanmate's amber eyes filled with fury as he dug into the roots beneath them. The Thunderclan leader stayed quiet for a moment, his gaze turning to the medicine den. "Warriors do not need to kill in order to win a battle, Thistleclaw." Sunstar mewed, "We have plenty of territory to traverse and hunt for prey—Sunningrocks isn't out problem until New-Leaf." Sunstar didn't believe his apprentice was a coward, but perhaps the sudden face of battle scared the young tom. The cold air blanketed around the golden tom's thick fur. He looked among his clanmates—the kits playing near the nursery, elders basking in whatever sunlight peered through the cloudy sky, and apprentices running their duties. He'd see Bluefur's face peeking out the nursery, calling in Mosskit to feed with whatever milk she could give her daughter. He felt bad for the queen, knowing that somehow, a fox had taken her two other kits from the nursery.

Thistleclaw growled, his ears pinned back with anger. His eyes narrowed at his leader, "Are you saying that our Clan can continue to starve?" Sunstar, albeit unsettled by Thistleclaw's rage at his patrol's loss, remained calm. "I'm suggesting we leave it alone until the apprentices are finally warriors. It's only a moon from here—let it be for now." The gray warrior got up and flicked his tail with annoyance, "Know that we cannot keep this up, Sunstar. Someday, we'll have to kill our enemies...We need to send out more patrols." The leader sighed and looked at Tawnyspots, the Clan's current deputy seemed so ill and his skin stuck to his bones. I have no choice. Bluefur's in the nursery, Sunstar looked down with guilt, Forgive me Starclan.

Crowpaw stretched, his paws grasping at the air as if he was attempting to grab onto something. He looked out the medicine den, seeing some of the cats pouring into the clearing. Crowpaw emerges from the den, approaching the highrock, his eyes squinting to see his leader sat stoically.

The golden tom’s pelt glowed under the sun’s rays, his amber eyes gazed into the cats below who began to gather. “Cats who are old enough to catch their own prey, please gather beneath the Highrock,” Sunstar called out, cats beginning to pad over to the large stone. Crowpaw emerged from the medicine den, his wound seemingly healed from yesterday's battle. It still burned and the memory of Leopardpaw at his feet, wounded, stabbed at his heart. “Thunderclan, I have some news and I need to speak on behalf of Tawnyspots,” Crowpaw looked over his shoulder to see Spottedpaw close to him, her ank touching his and her tail wrapped around her paws. “Crowpaw, I need to talk to you. It’s really important,” the tortoiseshell hissed into his ear, the tom looking at her with a concerned look in his icy-blue eyes, “Is it bad?” She nodded, Crowpaw nodded back.

The two looked back at Sunstar, “Tawnyspots has been feeling ill as of late. Unfortunately, he will still be relieved of his duties until Featherwhisker and I have seen improvement on his health for him to continue working as our deputy,” the Thunderclan leader looked at Thistleclaw. “But for now, Thistleclaw will be filling in for Tawnyspots’ duties until he is better. I’ve discussed this with him before, so please consider him deputy for the time Tawnyspots is in the medicine den.” Crowpaw’s spine shivered, his paws digging into the sand beneath him. In the corner of his eyes, he could see Bluefur's eyes fill with horror. "On another note, Riverclan has been stealing any of the prey left in our territory. After this clan meeting, Thistleclaw will be organizing the patrols to hunt for prey."

Spottedpaw scooted closer to Crowpaw, her flank against his. "Is this what you wanted to tell me about," the tom hissed into his denmate's ear, "Yes." The rest of the clan meeting was blocked off by Crowpaw, denial and anger set in as he looked at Thistleclaw. The snarky smile on the warrior's face repulsed the apprentice, his claws flexing beneath him. You won't get your way, Crowpaw promised, not while I'm alive.

Chapter Text

The sun shined down upon the cats who sat in the clearing, the Newleaf sun warming their pelts, the new leaves rustled in the slight cold breeze. "...And finally—Crowpaw," Sunstar mewled as he gazed at the now 12-moon-old dark tom who sat in front of him. "You've completed your six moons of training as an apprentice and now I, and surely your Clanmates who sit before you, believe you've proven so much to us that your former life as a kittypet is no longer holding you back." He trembled with excitement, his paws shifting in the warm sand beneath his pads. Spottedleaf, who recieved her warrior name not too many heartbeats before, was allowing to hold himself against her as he shivered. 

"Crowpaw," the golden Thunderclan leader gazed down at his apprentice, "Will you serve your Clan well? Do you devote your entire life in protecting this Clan, even when it means death?" Crowpaw's eyes shined like stars and promised his leader, "I do." Sunstar smiled and purred, "Then, by the power of Starclan, I bestow upon you your official warrior name." Crowpaw fought hard to contain his excitement, "From this moment and onwards, you will be known as Crowheart. Starclan honors your bravery and loyalty. We welcome you with open paws as a full member of Thunderclan." With a purr, Sunstar brushed his muzzle on the top of Crowheart's head. "I couldn't be more proud of you," he hissed into the dark warrior's ear, "I know you'll make a fine warrior."

Crowheart purred as he nuzzled his leader's shoulder, his heart fluttering with joy that he couldn't describe. Seven moons ago, he was a tiny kit who feared the forest—but that kit is now a young warrior, much larger than he thought he'd grow to be. Crowheart sat proudly and looked into his leader's bright orange eyes, "I expect nothing less from you, yes?" The dark warrior nodded in response. "Yes, I won't give Thunderclan nothing but the best of me," he promised.

The new warriors turned to their clanmates, tails high as they hear their clanmates cheer our their new names. "Willowpelt! Redtail! Spottedleaf! Crowheart!" He saw the faces of his clanmates, Rosetail and Mosskit were some of the loudest voices who cheered Crowheart's name. The tom could see Bluefur, his former mentor, look at him with proud eyes. Tigerclaw had no expression and Crowheart couldn't tell if he was happy that Thunderclan has new warriors or if he'll now have competition. The dark warrior blinked and looked near the elders' den, Goosefeather still had this concering gaze that shook him to his core, but Crowheart knew that the former medicine cat held him in high regards. He saw Tawnyspots near the medicine den, cheering on the new warriors, the deputy seeming to be in better health than he was last moon. 

Next to Tawnyspots sat Featherwhisker, his pale gray fur glistening from recently grooming himself. He twitched his whiskers with proud mewls. Spottedleaf looked over at Crowheart and her eyes were filled with what only seemed to be worry. He looked right into her pearly amber eyes and could feel a stab of anxiety. Crowheart saw him—Thistleclaw sitting away from the crowd and not even remotely close to Tigerclaw. His eyes were slits and locked onto both young warriors. The dark tom looked over to the she-cat and murmured, "Don't even worry about him right now, enjoy our moment, okay?" Hesitant, Spottedleaf nodded, her tail tip wrapping around Crowheart's. The cheering continued, gently calming down as Sunstar dismissed the Clan from the ceremony.

Once the new warriors were dismissed, Crowheart immediately bounded over to the nursery, seeing Bluefur getting up from her haunches. He saw Mosskit tumble over her mother's paws and ran to him, "Crowheart!" It's been three moons since she was born, Mosskit had gotten so much bigger since then despite still being tiny compared to Runningkit and Mousekit, who were playing near their mother. "Congrats," she mewled proudly, her big blue eyes shining with joy. Crowheart nuzzled her tiny body, playing with her a bit and hearing the kit giggling. "Your mother would be so proud of you," Bluefur purred softly with delight and she pressed her nose against Crowheart's forehead. Her dark pink nose was cold and wet as it pressed against his fur. The warrior blinked slowly, "I was hoping we could visit her around sunhigh tomorrow."

Bluefur's tail wagged a bit, "I wouldn't mind going. But remember, tonight you're sitting vigil." Crowheart nodded, "I remember." Mosskit looked up at the new warrior with curiosity, "What's a vigil?" The cats turned their heads to see Whitestorm padding up to them, the large warrior's paws gently pressing against the floor each pawstep he took. "It's when a cat sits silently for the night to meditate and honor our ancestors," the white warrior purred and brushed up against Crowheart, almost pushing him over with his weight. "Congratulations," Whitestorm's yellow eyes meeting Crowheart's ice-blue gaze. "Thank you, I couldn't be honored to be by your side as an official warrior," Crowheart dipped his head to Whitestorm. Mosskit looked up at her mother, "Will I ever sit vigil?"

"Someday, little one, but it will be a while until you've become warrior," she purred as she licked the top of her daughter's head, Mosskit whining in response. "Go on the both of you, I'm sure you two will have lots to be talking about with the other cats." Crowheart smiled and turned away from the nursery with Whitestorm by his side, "Remember to pray to Starclan when you sit vigil." The dark warrior blinked, "Pray?" The white tom nodded, "Or you could meditate—either way, it's a good opportunity too." Crowheart stayed quiet, looking around at his clanmates. He noticed Thistleclaw watching the cats in the clearing from the shade, his eyes narrowed. Something was off and Crowheart could feel the fur on his shoulder rise the longer he stared at him. Thistleclaw looked right back at the young warrior. For some reason, the dark tom couldn't look away—Crowheart's eyes filled with uncertainty... And Thistleclaw took pride in the fear Crowheart had towards him.

"Crowheart," a familiar, gentle voice called out. Crowheart turned to see the pretty dappled fur of Spottedleaf shining underneath the warm sunlight. She slipped next to him and mewled softly, "Since we're warriors now, we don't need to ask to leave camp." Crowheart blinked as Spottedleaf's bushy tail brushed against the sand, "Yeah! I forgot about that." He looked back to see Sunstar slipping into the medicine den, She's right—We're full-on warriors now and not some timid 'paws. He turned to her, "I was wondering if maybe we could go for a walk outside?" Crowheart immediately agreed to the she-cat's offer, "Sure, the sun is still high anyways." He followed the tortoiseshell she-cat toward the entrance of camp, the gorse green and blush as it covered the tunnel. Crowheart looked around once more, trying to see where Redtail had gone—perhaps he'd already gone out of camp. 

Spottedleaf was the first to slip through the tunnel, inhaling the fresh air of New-leaf. Crowheart pushed through, trotting up to her shoulder, "It's wonderful to see the trees with leaves again," Spottedleaf commented. The trees were full of green leaves, no longer bare of life. Crowheart took a deep breath, smelling the scents of new prey that Starclan had brought down for Thunderclan. The sun covered the ground dappled spots of light through the trees' gaps between each leaf, and the soothing breeze blowing through the fresh sprouts of ferns. The forest was abundant once more and Crowheart hoped it'd take longer for Leaf-bare to come around this time. "Let's go to the Great Sycamore," he'd suggest to his clanmate. Spottedleaf blinked and smiled, "That's not a bad idea!" 

The warriors looked into each other's eyes for a moment longer, Spottedleaf could feel her ears warm up, but it wasn't from the sun. Crowheart looked away and turned around, facing the direction towards the sycamore tree, "C'mon! Maybe we catch something there!" Spottedleaf snapped out of it and smiled, running after the dark warrior. They zipped through the new ferns and the forest smell was fantastic to Crowheart, he looked back to see Spottedleaf catching up pretty quickly. They bounded past a wandering hunting patrol, Rosetail was one of the cats. She was hunched down on her belly, sniffing a trace of vole she noticed. Rosetail was ready to dart into the bush where a vole was cleaning itself underneath. Gotcha!

Immediately, she hissed back and fell onto her haunches, watching the flurry of fur darting passed her. Rosetail looked up and saw the two young warriors racing towards the Great Sycamore tree, purring in amusement—the red-tailed she-cat could sense young love was in the air.

"First!" Crowheart called out as he tumbled into the grass beneath the tree, trying to catch his breath. Spottedleaf padded down the slope, breathing heavily, "You're such a furball," she giggled. She'd lay next to the dark warrior and look up at the sycamore tree, looking at it's full head of leaves rustling. "You think there's prey up there," Crowheart mewed as he stretched, "There's should be!" The two cats trotted over to the bottom the Great Sycamore's roots, Crowheart scaling it slowly. The tom noticed as he got higher, Spottedleaf was still at the bottom—Crowheart called out to her, "What's wrong?" Her tail curled around her hind leg, "I haven't climbed up any trees in a while! After my accident, I can only catch prey on the floor!"

Crowheart climbed up onto a branch, still looking down at his clanmate. How far up he was seemed overwhelming and almost made him lose balance—the trees he's climbed were not as big as the sycamore tree. "Okay, I'll chase something down the tree and you just catch it!," he'd look around, sniffing the air as he'd clung onto the branch. His whiskers twitching and on the tip of his tongue, he tasted something—a plump squirrel sat above him, cleaning it's tail. Crowheart had a smirk on his face, slowly creeping up to the next branch above. HIs claws gripped hard onto the wood, his haunches pushing him up. Crowheart laid low, his belly almost pressing against the branch. That squirrel would make a fine meal, the dark warrior licked his lips, creeping closer. He pounced, shaking the branch and making the squirrel wriggling off, falling down and landing on the grass floor. "Get it!"

Spotedleaf bounced onto her pawpads and chased after it, gripping it with her tiny claws. Her paws flexed as the squirrel struggled beneath them, the she-cat bit down to take the prey out. Crowheart purred and climbed down from the Great Sycamore, running down the truck and meeting the other young warrior. "It's a good catch, isn't it," the tortoisheshell she-cat mewled as she licked her paws. Her gorgeous dappled coat was highlighted underneath the sun, Crowheart could stare at her for hours until the moonlight colored her orange splotches to white. "Do you wanna continue hunting," he tilted his head, "I don't mind—it'll pass time!" Crowheart carried the squirrel for Spottedleaf and both cats padded out from the clearing, the two were shoulder-to-shoulder—the day couldn't have been any better than it already was.

Redtail's face burned with shame as he'd stare into Crowheart's sharp eyes.,"You attacked Sorrelpaw?" His brows furrowed, in disbelief that his friend had stooped so low as to fend of territory over a young cat mistaking scentmarkers. "Well," the tortoiseshell tom stuttered on his words, trying to make a statement that could at least defend what he and Tigerclaw did at Fouretrees. The guilt ate him right up, "It wasn't supposed to even be an issue—Stagleap came by and took her right back to Windclan territory." 

The dark tom looked at him, silently judging his clanmate, "So now we're gonna have to put up Windclan starting a fight with us over prey at Fourtrees." Redtail sighed heavily, "Yeah, I guess so." Crowheart looked away and saw Tigerclaw, the tabby seemed to be bragging to the kits about fighting a cat that wasn't much larger than they were. Gross, he rolled his eyes, "Fourtrees is unclaimed lands, why didn't you just say anything about it to Tigerclaw?" The red-dappled tom blinked and took a moment to think before mewling, "I owe Tigerclaw my life." The dark cat raised an eyebrow, curious what his clanmate had meant, "When he protected you from that hawk a couple moons ago?" 

Redtail had nodded in response, "I need to make up for it. We lost that fight with Riverclan because of me." Crowheart relaxed, his tail flicking. He hadn't realized until now that Redtail seemed to really try and make up for the loss—but he knew it wasn't an excuse as to why he needs to constantly defend Tigerclaw. The tabby wasn't Thunderclan's leader and that should've been the reason as to why Sorrelpaw should've never been attacked.

"What did Sunstar say?" Redtail looked down, his paws dragging in the dirt. "He wants to sort it out when this moon's Gathering comes around," Crowheart nodded. He looked up at the sky, watching as it turns from a pretty soft blue to a dark red and orange haze. The dark warrior looked at Redtail, "It was a mistake. Don't let it eat at you." He got up and trotted away from the tortoiseshell warrior, Redtail watched solemnly.

Night arrived quicker than he thought. Crowheart sat a distance away from Redtail, his eyes shut and all he could see was pitch black darkness in front of him. The cold night breeze rustled his pelt, but the tom ignored it. He could smell Willowpelt and Spottedleaf from a distance as well, perhaps they too had their eyes shut. Crowheart was quite full from the meal he had sundown, eating one of the voles that Spottedleaf had caught earlier that day during hunting. The moonlight shined upon his glossy black fur, his ear flicking as he'd hear the leaves brush against each other. The dark tom took a deep breath, his chest rising. Exhaling, he felt sprinkles of rain fall upon his pelt, but they were more than that—sprinkles of stardust covered his fur. Crowheart didn't open his eyes, but felt the warm flanks and muzzles of cats surrounding him.

He felt the grass beneath him soft and wet, and the trees swayed in the air in a rhythm that was indescribable. A cat pressed her nose onto his forehead, her voice soft and melodic—it was similar to Bluefur's voice but less robust. Her breath was warm on his face and Crowheart's nose twitched, "Heed my words, Crowheart." The dark tom took a deep breath in, inhaling a scent that was frosty and flowed out her throat like a gentle river. The she-cat's tail brushed against Crowheart's flank, his muscles twitching, "The Wind carries an ill omen to the Sun and the moon will set before Greenleaf. Your Clan will be bathed in blood and soon, a beast will emerge from the ferns of thistle." Crowheart held his tongue, feeling the ground become colder and colder. A warm, orange light peered above the trees and Crowheart heard the earth crunch underneath paws—Sunstar's scent lingered in the breeze.

"Crowheart, you can open your eyes," he mewled, almost becoming a whisper. The warrior opened his eyes and his ice-blue gaze met his leader's smile, "Good morning, Sunstar." The Thunderclan leader purred, "You've completed your vigil, you can come rest now." Sunstar led Crowheart down the gorse tunnel, the dark warrior yawning. "How was your night of silence," his whiskers twitched, "Interesting—I think I passed out and shared dreams with Starclan." Sunstar stopped and turned to his former apprentice, "Really? What was it if you are comfortable sharing with me what you were told?"

Crowheart tried to remember, it was important but he'd almost forgotten, "The wind bringing a bad omen I guess." Sunstar looked puzzled, "You've forgotten?" Crowheart shrugged and turned away, his tailtip burning with shame, "A little bit." The golden leader shook his head and mewled, "I'm sure it'll come to you—when you've remembered, tell me." They continued down and soon, Crowheart felt himself in his nest. It was closest to the entrance of the warriors' den, but he didn't seemed to mind one bit. He looked out the clearing and watched the sun peek a little bit more of the trees. Must remember... To tell Sunstar...

Slipping through the green ferns, Crowheart traversed the path that lead towards the Twolegplace, Bluefur a few pawsteps behind. He was happy that she was able to step out of camp, the tom purred at the thought of his former mentor finally being able to run in the forest with him once more. Crowheart was honored to have Sunstar as his mentor through Leaf-bare, but he seemed to enjoy Bluefur's way of teaching. Even if he was no longer an apprentice, Crowheart still had the desire to stay and learn alongside Bluefur.

It'd been three moons too long and it was absolutely thrilling to have the gray she-cat out with him again. The bounded over the tiny stream that seemed to never stop and dry up, three seasons ago, Crowheart was only a kit that crossed that tiny little waterway. The trees seemed a little smaller than before as he studied them, he'd grown a lot. Crowheart stopped at a puddle and looked into his reflection, seeing his icy-blue eyes stare back at him. Bluefur approached him as she caught up to his shoulder, "You've grown, yes?" Crowheart nodded in response, "I can barely remembering being a small kit," he mewled as he ducked down to take a sip. The water rippled and distorted the cats' reflections, the gray queen looking at the sky.

Crowheart's tail flicked, "We're almost there?" Bluefur nodded and continued forward, the two cats following along the pale dirt path. Moments after, they'd reach the Twoleg nests and reaching the familiar fence. Crowheart crounched down to see the hole—he was far too big now to fit right through. The tom looked up and jumped from his haunches, balancing on top the brown fence. Bluefur followed along and both warriors pounced onto the Twoleg yard. The dark warrior crept around and sniffed for his mother's warm scent, padding along the dewy grass. 

He looked around, confused. "She's not here," Crowheart mewed softly. The tom jumped when he'd see his mother's pale gray face peering from an open window, "Crowpaw!" She jumped down and landed on her feet, Quince's tail was high up as she brushed up against her son's flank. The gray kittypet padded over to the Thunderclan queen and greeted her as well, but Crowheart noticed that the two she-cats were a lot more friendlier than what he could remember. Was Bluefur seeing his mother and he never knew about it? His mother seemed more tense the first time he saw her as a Thunderclan cat, but all of a sudden, she just seemed fine with it.

Quince trotted over to her son and mewled, "How have you been? It's been a little too long since I've seen you... And my, have you grown!" Crowheart twitched his whiskers with pride, "I got my warrior name yesterday, Mama." Her head tilted with curiosity, her blue eyes blinking, "Warrior name?" Crowheart would nod in response, seeing Bluefur behind his mother as she basked in the warm sunlight. "I'm Crowheart now," he chirped and heard his mother purr deeply, "That's a wonderful name... So I must call you by that now, yes?"

"Mhm," Quince smiled and looked her son with glistening eyes. Crowheart could tell that his mother wished she could've been there for his ceremony, "It's so... Strange to see my little kit is now a full-grown tom. Perhaps that's the joy of being a mother." The dark tom nuzzled against his mother, feeling her wet tongue brush oin the top of his head when she began to share tongues with him. He purred softly like a kit again, Crowheart's muscles relaxing. Bluefur looked at him and mewled softly to Quince, "He missed you so much—Crowheart doesn't say, but he must've been waiting for this moment." The kittypet she-cat blinked slowly at the queen, her tailtip flicked. "I'm sure you've taken my place as his mother, yes?"

Bluefur shook her head, "You've had your kits haven't you?" The Thunderclan cat blinked as she remembered the night she took Mistykit and Stonekit to the Riverclan border. She could remember Crookedstar's green eyes shine underneath the moonlight like the leaves do with the sun, a pang of misery hit her. She remembered her kits' faces change from a curious look to two bargaining bundles, mewling to not leave them. Bluefur bit her lip, "I did... But they were taken during Leaf-bare by a badger." The partial lie felt like bile, "But I have one kit left—Crowheart treats her as if she is his sister." Quince's ears pinned back with pity, "I'm so sorry, Bluefur. I'm glad you still have a kit to raise and it's good to hear my son is getting along with your kin. I'm sure your kit will be a great warrior when she's older."

Crookedstar, you'd love Mosskit, Bluefur sat up and sighed, "Yes... It is a good feeling to know I still have a daughter." She didn't notice, but Crowheart was listening closely. The dark tom shook his pelt as his stretched up onto his paws, looking at the two she-cats next to him. "Crowheart," his mother breathed, "Do you have a she-cat you're interested in yet? I know you've just become a warrior but..."

"No?!" Crowheart blurted out, his ear tips hot and his fur ruffled as if he was offended by such a question . His mother looked at him wide-eyed and blinked, "I was just curious, dear." Bluefur shook her head slowly and smiled, "I think it's quite early to ask him such a question, Quince. He's young, so he should spend that time really getting used to new responsibilities." The dark warrior watched his former mentor stretch her front legs and her back curling up before licking her legs. "Well, I hope when you find a lucky cat—maybe you can bring her with you the next time you visit," his mother mewed. "That's if she'd even be fine with that," Crowheart argued.

A strange sound came from the Twoleg nest, large feet coming towards the backyard. Twolegs, he looked at Bluefur with wide eyes and she nodded. "We'd ought to get going, Mama—the housefolk is coming," Crowheart licked his mother's shoulder, Bluefur already bouncing onto the fence. Quince mewled out as the sliding door behind them opened and a twoleg peered out the door calling for her to come in. Crowheart immediately darted onto the fence and looked back at his mother, she smiled. "Come back again soon, Crowheart! I want to hear more from you next time!"

The twoleg looked at the warriors, Crowheart's fur standing on his back. Bluefur jumped down to the dirt path and looked up at the younger cat, "Come on!" The twoleg had a smile on her face, she looked familiar—Crowheart blinked and jumped down, both cats running into the forest.

The cats continued to run until slowing down near the familiar stream of water, both of them catching their breath. Bluefur crouched down to drink water, Crowheart tumbling onto the dirt beside her. "Tonight is the Gathering," she'd remind the tom as she swallows the cold water, "You'll be going with the other new warriors." Crowheart flicked his ear as he rolled onto his stomach, "Will you be going?" Bluefur shook her head in response, Crowheart giving her a disappointed expression. "You'll be fine," the gray queen promised. The day reached sunhigh and the two cats continued down the trail towards camp. Suddenly, something clicked for Crowheart as he inhaled his clanmate's scent—it reminded him of the Starclan cat. 

"Bluefur," he murmured, "Do you think we'll fight Windclan?" She'd stop and turn, her mewl rolled off her tongue with concern, "What makes you say that?" Crowheart's tail tucked under him, "During my vigil last night, I was given a message from Starclan. I'm not sure why, but this cat who spoke to me smells like you, and I was just reminded by your scent." Bluefur's eyes filled with grief but at the same time; they'd fill with joy. It must've been Snowfur, she thought. The queen would shake her head and continue to stare into the warrior's eyes, "What did they say?"

He tried to remember word by word, "The Wind carries an ill omen to the Sun and the moon will set before Greenleaf..." Bluefur blinked, "That's all?" He looked down with regret, "Sadly, it's all I can remember." She'd huff, "Tell Sunstar immediately when we get back to camp."

"Tell me what?" Both cats hissed and jumped back as Sunstar emerged from a bush of bracken, shaking dried thorns from his large body. Crowheart blinked and his teeth baring, "Don't do that!" Bluefur blinked and her fur laid flat onto her skin, "Were you on patrol?" Sunstar would nod at Bluefur, "Adderfang and Windflight are about a few fox-lengths away." The golden tom looked at Crowheart, "You remembered a little bit of what Starclan said?"

The dark warrior nodded and Sunstar thought, his large paws shifting the dirt. "The Wind carries an ill omen to the Sun and the moon will set before Greenleaf? I wonder what that could mean," he'd blink with curiosity. Crowheart looked up at the sky, seeing clouds clump up together and in those clouds—he'd see the clump move quickly up stream... They must've been pushed towards Windclan's moorland.

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The moon was full and covered the clearing of Fourtrees with a white light. Shadows from the large oak trees casted down where the light couldn't reach, casting down onto the cats gathered below. Amongst the gathering of cats, Crowheart was pushing through the sea of cats. "Sorry, excuse me," he'd mew, looking up as he passed a Shadowclan cat. He looked quite young, Brokentail wasn't it? The dark brown tabby looked at Crowheart with sharp eyes—almost like he was staring him down with malice, the Thunderclan tom's ears pinning back in worry. He'd brush it off and reached a cat he knew—Rosetail. "Could I sit with you," he asked, "Sure!"

Crowheart looked around with his head peeking above the cats, Is she here? Before the group of cats left camp, Crowheart would remember Leopardpaw—perhaps she'd gotten her warrior name just as he did. Rosetail looked at him, her reddish-gray tail wrapped around her, "I saw you with Spottedleaf yesterday after you both had your warrior ceremonies." Crowheart looked at the older warrior and blinked. He could feel his faces growing hot with embarassment. "We were just hunting," he assured Rosetail and his muzzle scrunching up.

The gray tabby she-cat snickered as her whiskers twitched with delight, "You have a crush on her, don't you?" The dark warrior grunted in response, "Why are you talking to me about this at the Gathering?" He didn't want to admit it, but he really wished Spottedleaf was sitting next to him. But the warrior didn't mind either, the tom believed she should spend more time with her littermates."Well you've been out all day on patrols, how else could I've been able to tell you?"

The dark warrior sighed, his tail slapping the earth with annoyance. The she-cat mewled, "It's okay not to admit it—there's nothing wrong with that." He'd remember his mother asking him a similar question before a few days ago, but Quince didn't know anything about Spottedleaf yet. "Maybe," he muttered and Rosetail trilled, "I'm sure when you're older, you'll tell her—right?" He'd nod in response, looking up at Sunstar. The moonlight shined down on his leader, Sunstar's pelt looked as majestic as ever. Crowheart remembered telling his leader earlier about his message from Starclan. He looked up at the star's above, seeing them sparkling in the dark sky.

He continued to scan the clearing, seeing Talltail's sleek black-and-white body sitting high. Not even half a moon ago, Crowheart heard that the Windclan tom had become the Clan's deputy. Next to him, Crrowheart noticed a cat deep in conversation with the Windclan deputy. The dark Thunderclan cat looked around and saw Redtail crouching down—that Windclan warrior must be Sorrelpaw's mentor, he thought to himself. Crowheart looked back and contionued to study the other Clan leaders. On either side of Thunderclan's leader, Raggedpelt spoke to Heatherstar, the pinkish-gray she-cat blinking as they spoke. Crookedstar sat on the other side of Sunstar, he must be looking for Bluefur in the crowd of cats surrounding the Great Rock. The large pale brown tom must be wishing she'd come to the Gathering too as much as Crowheart did.

A loud yowl rung in the clearing of Fourtrees and chattering of the cats fell silent in a few heartbeats. Crowheart blinked as he looked around, his eyes darted back to Raggedstar as the Shadowclan leader stood up.

Raggedstar cleared his throat and looked down at the cats in the clearing. "Newleaf has broguht new prey to Shadowclan's territory," he mewled proudly. Crowheart continued listening to the leaders, one-by-one as they'd express the new amount of prey that's been given to each territory. His eyes narrowed as Heatherstar stood, her pinkish-gray fur glistening underneath the moonlight.

He looked at where Redtail was, seeing his clanmate's eyes like slits, he must be terrified. Crowheart didn't hear anything of the border conflict—it was just an accident, so it can't be that important to mention. Crowheart turned his gaze back to the Great Rock, watching Sunstar stand up. "After a hard leaf-bare, prey is running well in Thunderclan," Sunstar said.

The golden leader scanned the cats below and his eyes caught glimpse of the new warriors. In the corner of his eyes, Crowheart saw Redtail tense up. Was Sunstar going to talk about the conflict? "We have four new warriors in Thunderclan," Sunstar announced instead—pride could be heard in his voice. "Redtail, Willowpelt, Spottedleaf, and Crowheart." The sea of cats around them murmured their congratulations, Crowheart feeling a nose bump his shoulder. His eyes almost jumped out from his head—it was Leopardfur, her warrior name revealed by Crookedstar a few moments ago before his own leader announced his Clan's news. "Congrats, Crowheart," she mewled quietly. Crowheart smiled, "Thank you." He wondered if she'd forgotten the scuffle at the Sunningrocks, but the tom pushed that aside. "I hope to see you again in battle," she hissed and the dappled she-cat crept away from the Thunderclan warrior. Crowheart blinked, Seems like she really didn't forget.

Crowheart's eyes turn back to Sunstar, watching his leader blink as the chatter had died down. "However," the golden leader mewed, "Something had happened yesterday at the boundary between Fourtrees and Thunderclan. A Windclan apprentice crossed the boundary, scaring prey away, and had picked a fight with two Thunderclan warriors." His head sharply turned to Heatherstar, "I want your assurances that this won't happen again." The Windclan leader looked thoughtfully and meowed, "I was informed of the fioght, although I heard a bit of a different story." Heatherstar paused and Crowheart leaned in with interest, what is she going to say next? 

Then, Heatherstar continued, "Mistakes will happen from time to time, especially with apprentices. However, warriors need to be patient with them, regardless of where the apprentice comes from." Is she looking at Redtail? Crowheart blinked. "But I understand our borders should be honored, and surely Sunstar will agree to put this behind us so both Clans can avoid conflict."

Not far off in the crowd, Tigerclaw laid his ears back. He leaned into Thistleclaw and bellowed a meow that was a bit too loud, "Is she calling Sunstar weak?" His blazed with fury and the dark gray warrior purred, "Perhaps she's challenging entirety of Thunderclan." Crowheart looked up at Sunstar, his brows furrowed—Sunstar noticeably looked unsettled and hissed, "If Windclan will get its cats in line and have them show some sort of respect, then there won't be a reason to fight." Surprised rumblings rose from the crowd.

Rosetail looked over at Crowheart with her eyes widened, "You don't think those two furballs aren't suggesting we fight Windclan?" Crowheart had an expression of disbelief as he looked at the older she-cat, "I'm really hoping not." Then it clicked, Crowheart remembered the message from Starclan—the cold breeze suddenly picked up and a branch smacked against Sunstar's muzzle. Is that really the omen? He cringed, it seemed like something Goosefeather would spit about.

Thistleclaw yowled, sending shivers down Crowheart's spine—he wasn't even there and the gray tom seemed just as furious as Tigerclaw, if not angrier. "It's time we showed the other Clans that they can't cross Thunderclan's boundaries without consequences," and Tigerclaw nodded in agreement. The chattering became more angrier and suddenly it'd go silent as Raggedpelt howl, "Silence all of you!" The dark tabby cat would flick his tail, "Do we really need to air all these petty grievences at a Gathering? We all have business back in our own camps."

Crookedstar nodded in response, Crowheart could tell he wanted no part in this conflict right now. Maybe he also wants to see Mistykit and Stonekit as soon as he's back at camp, the dark tom's eyes filled with solemn. He watched as the large, pale brown tom leap from the Great Rock, "Riverclan! Follow me!" As the Riverclan cats pour out from the crowd, Raggedstar yowled for his own clan to follow. He'd feel Shadowclan cats push around him but not bump into him.

The dark tom looked over and saw Redtail padding over to Stagleap, possibly checking in with him to see if his apprentice was alright. Crowheart looked over and saw Tigerclaw padding over to him, Thistleclaw not even a fox-length behind the tabby. "You're a warrior now, Crowheart—surely you believe this is the best way to go," the brown tabby twitched his whiskers, wrapping his tail around the much smaller warrior.

"I... I think we should wait for Sunstar to tell us what to do," he muttered and Thistleclaw bellowed, "You have nothing to worry about. Sunstar will realize that Thunderclan won't be so mouse-hearted." Rosetail gave her brother a stern look, "But a battle won't resolve anything." Rosetail huffed, "You and Tigerclaw completely embarassed our Clan!" The four cats looked up at Heatherstar yowled and lead Windclan out the clearing, Redtail watching as Stagleap nodded a goodbye and followed his clanmates. 

Sunstar jumped from the Great Rock, "Thunderclan! Follow me back to camp!" Crowheart blinked as his clanmates began to gather behind their leader, Thistleclaw turning his gaze back at the dark tom. "Believe me, Crowheart. No matter what, your paws will always be stained with blood," he purred and bumped his muscular shoulder against the young tom. Crowheart would see Spottedleaf walk next to her sister, and Redtail quickly bounding over to his shoulder. Redtail looked worried and Crowheart's brows furrowed, "Well?" The young warrior mumured, "Sorrelpaw was sore, but she's fine." He paused and the two toms were a few fox-lengths away from the cats. 

"But, Stagleap told me something about Tigerclaw I guess," Redtail wanted to hold back his tongue. "How if he was alone, he would've tore her to shreds," Seems like something Tigerclaw really would do—but Thistleclaw would've killed her the moment she would've tried to scream for help. "Stagleap said that if maybe we try to get Sunstar to see that we don't need to fight, neither will Heatherstar." Crowheart nodded and turned to who was in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he watched Tigerclaw whispering to Thistleclaw. He'd watch as the two large toms get in step next to Sunstar and Tawnyspots. What're they saying?

As the cats poured through the entrance of the den, Crowheart watched Sunstar climb up onto the Highrock. A yowl rung across the clearing as the wind slowed down, "All cats old enough to cath their own prey, gather beneath the Highrock." Cats emerged from their dens, yawns and Bluefur's silver muzzled poked out the nursery. Crowheart looked at her, and she'd padded out quietly towards him.

"What's happening," she mewed, "Tigerclaw and Thistleclaw challenged Heatherstar and the Gathering ended earlier than it should've." Bluefur's face turned cold and looked at Thistleclaw who was close to Tawnyspots—almost trying to seem like he was deputy. She'd sigh and walked with him towards the Clan rock, Redtail following close to Crowheart.

"Heatherstar refuses to discipline Windclan from crossing out borders and stealing prey from our territory," Sunstar meowed. Angry yowls and hisses came from the clanmates around them, Bluefur bit her lip and Crowheart looked at Redtail with concern. "What're you doing, say something!" The dark tom hissed and Redtail blurted out, "She was just an apprentice! This isn't an invasion!" Tigerclaw stood close to the Highrock, peering up and dismissing Redtail's argument, "This isn't abount the apprentice anymore. Sorrelpaw was only the first—soon, more Windclan cats will just come as they please!" Willowpelt and Spottedleaf joined the two toms and the queen. "They're not gonna listen to young warriors," the pale she-cat whispered to her brother. 

Crowheart stood up and yowled, "Why is it an issue that an apprentice made a mistake and crossed out borders! Is every young cat going to be treated as an intruder?" Cats stared at him and Thistleclaw interjected before Tigerclaw could argue back, "An intruder is an inturder, Crowheart." He pushed towards him, Bluefur watching the gray warrior intently and her brows furrowed, "I don't care that Redtail seems to have an argument against it, but you still haven't earned every cat's trust just yet." Thistleclaw bared his teeth, "Is this your way of wanting to turn our Clan into a soft bunch, so we all become kittypets and let Windclan take our territory?" 

What in Starclan's name is he going on about?  Crowheart looked at the warrior with wide eyes, "Of course it is! Stop trying to pretend you're someone you're not and go back to the Twolegplace! We don't need weak, cowardly cats like you to seem tough!"

Bluefur yowled at pushed herself into Thistleclaw, "Stop getting on him for a life he's left!" Cats argued in the clearing, but Crowheart shut every noise out. His world paused a bit, the tom's paws digging into the sand. Crowheart could hear Sunstar growling at his two clanmates to stop arguing and every cat spitting petty nonsense. Spottedleaf quickly nuzzled next to him, whispering softly to him, "Don't listen to Thistleclaw... He only wants to bring you down." Crowheart snapped out from the haze and hissed at Thistleclaw and made a snarky remark, "Get back in place! I didn't know such loyal cats interrupt an important clan meeting!"

The dark gray warrior glanced at him and Spottedleaf, growling and turning away. "I apologize, Sunstar," he mewled as he sat back at his spot. Sunstar huffed, "I appreciate your opinions, Redtail and Crowheart. But, I have to agree with Tigerclaw." Redtail's face burned with guilt, his friend didn't need to be attacked by their clanmates—Crowheart was just as much of a warrior as everyone else. The dark tom stared up at his leader as Sunstar added on, "No one will get hurt in this patrol. We just want to cause as much damage as possible to their camp—its just to send a message." He climbed down the Highrock and looked over at Tigerclaw with a nod of approval. Tawnyspots stood up and coughed, "Sunstar will lead the patrol tomorrow at sunhigh. Redtail, Thistleclaw, Thrushpelt, Crowheart, and Patchpelt will go along."

Tigerclaw's jaw dropped in disbelief as the clan dispersed, "Why aren't I going?" Crowheart watched as the two toms spoke, "We need another strong warrior here in case Windclan invades." Crowheart's ear flicked as he heard Redtail tried to head back to the warriors' den but was stopped as Tigerclaw's familiar scent passed by him.

He was still unsettled by Thistleclaw's sudden berating but Bluefur pressed her nose against his forehead, "Don't worry about him. Thistleclaw is only trying to scare you off." The dark tom's icy-blue gaze turned to Spottedleaf, who nuzzled against him a little more, "I need to tell you something before the night ends."

Crowheart looked around, seeing cats eyeing him a bit, There goes my silent existence. He turned to the young she-cat and nodded, both of them bounding through another tunnel towards Sandy Hollow. "Crowheart, did you share dreams with Starclan?" 

"Did you?" She blinked with worry in her eyes, "I did. But it wasn't a message; it was a vision." Crowheart and Spottedleaf sat on the edge where the hollow sat still, the moon was still high and the sand below was white as snow. "I saw torn ferns and Sunstar laid in them... It's like he—," Spottedleaf held off on her words and Crowheart finished her sentence, "Like he died?"

The tortoiseshell she-cat nodded in response, looking up at the moon and Crowheart awkwardly scooting a little closer to her. "The Wind carries an ill omen to the Sun and the moon will set before Greenleaf...Your Clan will be bathed in blood and soon, a beast will emerge from the ferns of thistle," Crowheart murmured under his breath.

"I'm terrified of Thistleclaw gaining any power and not to mention, Tigerclaw is right behind him." Spottedleaf looked at the tom, her amber eyes were gorgeous yet they stabbed fear and anguish into Crowheart. He was afraid of Thistleclaw just as much as he could tell Spottedleaf was too—surely other cats like Bluefur and Goosefeather fear him too. Crowheart had forgotten Whitestorm was Thistleclaw's son, but clearly, Thistleclaw didn't love him as he treated Tigerclaw more highly of him than the white warrior. "I have no desire to be in a Clan where our clanmates will bathe in blood everyday," she mewed softly, smelling Crowheart's strong but comforting scent—she felt herself melting next to him.

"I want to run away with you, Crowheart!" He looked at her as if she just grew wings, "What?" Spottedleaf's eyes shined with warmth, "If you ever found yourself wanting to abandon Thunderclan, I want t—." Crowheart stuttered, "Spottedleaf, what are you talking about? Have you gone mad? I don't plan on leaving."

Her face fluffed up in embarassment, "I'm sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn't have assumed that." Crowheart's fur stood up, his face hardened, "Do you... Really think I'd go back?" He felt offended—is his friend really assuming he's planning to abandon his life in the forest? Did Spottedleaf really believe that?

"You think I want to go back, don't you?" His voice stern and he looked down in disbelief. Spottedleaf's ears pin back, "No, I don't think that at all." Crowheart bit his lip, his tail curled around him tightly. "Crowheart, I want you to stay in the forest—I really do! But, I was just saying... I'm afraid to be apart of these bloody battles. We've seen the Dark Forest—what Thistleclaw's done there, is going to reflect back on Thunderclan," she tired to reassure the dark warrior.

"I'm not going anywhere. It upsets me that you really think I'll drop everything I've worked for to only abandon my clan when I'm just getting started? Thistleclaw isn't going to get away with anything, neither will Tigerclaw." Crowheart promised, "It's not just you I want to protect either; there's Bluefur, Mosskit, Redtail, Whitestorm—everyone will live their lives. If I doing that, then clearly my heart belongs to Thunderclan. I've already promised Starclan that I'll devote my life to my Clan and that's it."

The dark tom got up and furrowed his brows, "As long as I'm alive, Thistleclaw isn't getting even a tiny drop of power." Spottedleaf would watch him pass through ferns and hedges back to camp, still feeling shameful for even questioning Crowheart's intentions with his life. She looked up at the stars, her amber eyes glistening underneath the white light of the moon. Only Starclan will know what happens tomorrow...

The sun peered through the dry bracken of the warriors' den. Crowheart groaned as the sunlight flashed onto him, his nose twitching. Redtail nudged him up, "Wake up. We have to go before Sunhigh..." The black tom looked up at his clanmate, blinking blearily at him, "Right—I forgot about that." Crowheart still wasn't used to being very close to the entrance since his apprentice days, seeing older warriors being in the center all warm and huddled didn't help as much either.

Redtail looked so miserable, but the pity didn't hit him as well as it should've. Crowheart and Redtail looked back, Willowpelt and Frostfur cruling up again—They must've been talking to Redtail before he woke him up. He looked next to him, Spottedleaf was sound asleep—her bushy tail covering her face. Crowheart looked back at Redtail who lookedtoward the clearing. Crowheart quietly tiptoed out the den with the other young warrior by his side. "Redtail," he softly mewed to him, "Are you scared?"

Reluctant, the tortoiseshell tom held back. "It's okay. I am too," Crowheart commented, "I'm scared Sunstar will lose his seventh life." Redtail blinked at him, his tailtip slightly grazing Crowheart's flank. "I hate that you're so calm about this. It's not even the fact we're fighting—I don't want to betray the promise I made to Stagleap." Crowheart looked at the tom, his head tipping to the side. "You promised him something? Is that what you guys were talking about last night?"

He'd nod, Redtail biting his lip, "I told him I'd make Sunstar believe that Sorrelpaw accidentally crossing the border was an accident, but clearly not." Crowheart sighed and breathed in the morning air, "Well, it's only the patrol crashing in and tearing up the camp. We're not killing anyone." The dark tom looked away, At least—I hope not.

The younger warriors saw the patrol gathered already, Tigerclaw was crouched down sharing prey with Thistleclaw. Immediately when he spotted Redtail, he stood up and trotted over to the two, "Both of you should get a mouse or something. You'll need your strength." Crowheart nodded silently as Redtail mewled in response, "Okay." Crowheart and Redtail trailed over to the fresh-kill pile, Tigerclaw following behind. "Sunstar wants the patrol to make a mess of their camp," Tigerclaw commented.

As Redtail crouched down to grab a sparrow, Tigerclaw added on. "But if you see that apprentice or her so-called mentor, make sure to claw their fur off. Don't hesitate—we need to show Windclan that they can't just cross our borders and get away with it," a purr rumbled from his throat. Crowheart looked at Redtail with furrowed brows and a mouse hanging from his jaws. The tortoiseshell tom dropped the sparrow and a meow bursted out from him, "But Sorrelpaw didn't cross the border on purpose."

Tigerclaw looked puzzled and blinked, "What?" Redtail mewed, his ears pinned back, "We need to tell Sunstar what really happened." Crowheart quickly padded across the clearing and crouched down to eat the mouse, he felt bad for running off but this clearly wasn't his business. From the distance, he saw Tigerclaw's tail lashing as if he was angered. Suddenly, the tabby calmed down, but Redtail still looked so frustrated. Guilt must be eating him up, Crowheart thought to himself as he slowly bit into the fresh-kill.

Sand crunched up near him and Crowheart turned his head, seeing Sunstar slowly creeping to him. "May I sit with you," he mewed softly, his birght orange eyes met hie former apprentice's icy gaze. "I don't mind." The Thunderclan leader sat next to Crowheart as he ate, "Are you ready for later?" The dark tom shook his head, "Not really... Not after Thistleclaw got on me last night in front of everyone." Sunstar glanced at the gray warrior, concern shimmered in his eyes.

"I'm sorry about that last night... But I know you wouldn't betray Thunderclan and run away back to the Twolegplace." Crowheart's mouse suddenly tasted bitter, perhaps it was annoyance that made his meal taste awful. "Look, I know you're worried that he'll get carried away during the patrol, but I assure you it's only messing with their camp," Sunstar gave Crowheart a stern look. "It's not that," the young tom insists, "That messaage from Starclan."

The leader purred, "I'm sure the message isn't apart of this." Crowheart spat out a bone, remembering the stick in the wind from the Gathering last night. "No, Sunstar—that stick that got you on your muzzle last night. That's the omen." Sunstar looked puzzled, "What? You're not insisting that's relevant to our patrol... It was just a stick?" Crowheart looked frustrated, "No, I'm sure that it's important for what's coming."

His leader looked at him with concern, "You haven't been speaking to Goosefeather lately have you? You hadn't gone mad like him just yet?" Crowheart was astonished by Sunstar's ignorance. Thistleclaw approached the two cats, "Sunstar—I think it's time for us to gather the patrol and leave." Sunstar nodded in response and got up, "Come, Crowheart. We have something bigger to worry about."

Crowheart got up, his heart sinking down to his feet. He watched his leader stand next to Thistleclaw, clearly thinking that his former apprentice had gone crazy for insisting a stick smacking into him was an omen.

Sunstar, it wasn't just a stick. Crowheart narrowed his eyes, Windclan will be the reason you lose a life.

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"There's no point in sneaking up on their camp," Sunstar declared as the patrol padded down the brown path towards Fourtrees. Crowheart was a few pawsteps behind Thistleclaw, who was shoulder-to-shoulder with their leader. "Remember that this is only to prove to the other Clans that Thunderclan isn't afraid to defend what's ours." The six cats bounded through the forest ferns and passed the four tall oaks in Fourtrees. The sky was clear and the sun warmed the dark tom's fur, the morning air was perfect for hunting—Redtail would've thought so too. Crowheart saw Redtail dropping back to walk with Thrushpelt and Patchpelt, "Have you been to Windclan's camp?"

Crowheart listened in as he continued to face the tails of the two toms in front of him. "I went onto Windclan territory a few moons ago with Featherhwisker when he needed to talk to Barkface about medicine cat business, and a patrol escorted us... It was weird. Except the kits and the elders, they would all sleep in the open. They don't have dens that cover them unlike us." His ears pricked with interest, Crowheart remembered moons ago with Sunstar and their journey to the moonstone, passing through Windclan and being stopped by a patrol along the way. As the cats moved towards the other side of Fourtees, Sunstart took a moment to pause.

"Right up ahead is Windclan's camp," he huffed as the Thunderclan leader tunred to his clanmates. "Once again, this is only to send a message—no one will be hurt unless it's for self-defense." Crowheart blinked and looked back at Redtail, the tortoiseshell tom's facial expression was filled with guilt once more. The dark tom looked back up at his leader, watching the large golden tom climb up the slope towards the moorland. The cats followed, Crowheart's trying to catch his breath as he got up to the top—the root-covered slope was deeper than the side Thunderclan comes from for Gatherings. Atop the slope was the moorland—tall grass brushing against each other producing such a soothing sound to Crowheart's ears. The cats followed their leader as they crept through the blades, their bellies brushing against the earth beneath them. Crowheart could smell the earthy scent of Windclan cats, but it was faint—the dark tom grew weary.

Crowheart turned back to see Redtail trailing close to him, the tom's amber eyes were clearly filled with worry. As they crept through the plateau, Sunstar's whiskers twitch as he tasted the air. "We're close," he mewed, continuing forward. The young dark cat looked up at the sky—it was strange to see it clearly with no trees surrounding towering over the Thunderclan cats. He mewed towards the two cats in front of him, "There won't be that many Windclan cats at camp, right?" Thistleclaw's glance turned at Crowheart, it was unsettling but it didn't seem like the gray warrior was going to shut him up. "No, of course not. Even if there is, they won't be stopping us, Crowheart." Thistleclaw gave a amused purr, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Sunstar, "We have a right to defend ourself if those cats graze their claws where they don't belong—right, Sunstar?"

Sunstar stayed silent, the golden tom taking a good moment of silence to think. "You all are only to attack if we are in desparation to defend ourselves," the Thunderclan leader declared. The cats reached a steep slope in the scrubby land, climbing up onto the top. Crowheart took a deep breath and climbed upwards, Redtail trailing right between him and Thrushpelt. Crowheart could hear Redtail trying to hold in his wheezing as they made it up the slope, catching his breath as he looked around. It felt strange peering up above the grass as it got shorter—he didn't need to stand on his haunches to looked around the large open land surrounding them. Most of the clumps of trees in the moorland were barren of leaves despite the arrival of Newleaf, and scraggly gorse ferns were paired with scattered bare rocks. Crowheart felt bad for Windclan, they live in such a boring place.

"You okay?" Redtail panted as he stood tall next to Crowheart. The dark tom blinked, "Yeah, what about you?" Redtail nodded, but Crowheart could tell he was still weary of the possibility of seeing Stagleap at Windclan's camp. Thistleclaw meows as his tail flicks towards a dip in the plateau, "There. Windclan's camp is just inside that dip in the moorland." The patrol slowly crept towards the hollow, Crowheart's nose barely poking through a fern—he could barely see it, but underneath the tangled gorse below, there were cats fur peeking through the gaps. 

Sunstar bolted towards a dip into the hollow, the patrol following. This was it, Crowheart's heart reaced as his muscles stretched out. Redtail was up to his shoulder, fear in his eyes as Crowheart could feel the fur on his clanmate's flank rise. The Thunderclan patrol charged through the gorse hedges, torns grazing against Crowheart's glossy black pelt. Once they lept out from the ferns, they'd be standing in the clearing of Windclan's camp, protected by large gorse bushes surrounding them but the sky clear as day above the hollow. A large rock stood in front of them, almost like Thunderclan's Highrock, but beneath that were cats started at them with wide eyes, startled from the patrol's sudden arrival.

Sunstar was right, there weren't many cats in the camp and only a two warriors stayed behind to guard camp. Crowheart could see two thin cats peer out from beneath a gorse-covered den, That's the elders' den.

A light brown she-cat bounched up on her toes, hissing in outrage.  The Windclan warrior yowled, "What are you doing here?" A gray-and-white tom showed the patrol his teeth as he growled, "Get out or we'll rip you to shreds!" Crowheart hadn't seen these cats before at the Gathering, but before he could even get to know them, Doespring lunged at Patchpelt. Crowheart scrambled over to the apprentice's den as Sunstar yowled for the patrol to disperse to do what they planned to do. A small dark gray tom laid in his moss bed as Crowheart's dark face peered into the den surrounded by bracken. The apprentice bounced onto his paws and hissed, "Who are you? Get outta here!"

Crowheart's icy-blue eyes filled with guilt as he tore up the moss beds, the Windclan apprentice attempting to slice at him with such small claws. The moss beds looked so comfy, and Crowheart knew that it must've taken a while to gather the moss that laid in front of him—soft, wet moss torn apart by his claws.This apprentice is Pigeonpaw, Crowheart thought as he ignored the younger tom's swipes, He'd only been an apprentice for a moon...

The Thunderclan warrior slapped Pigeonpaw onto the dirt to knock him off, Pigeonpaw stumbling onto his side. Crowheart darted out of the tiny apprentice den with moss on his muzzle, heading straight for the warriors' den. Thrushpelt rushed to his side and they both slipped into the den, clawing at sheep's wool and dried bundles of moss. Crowheart's blood rushed with adrenaline as flowed through his body, this felt so wrong and every move he made caused his paw pads to grow cold as if he stood in the Leaf-bare snow. He could hear the pale-brown tom next to him kick debris into the nest and tore at the bracken that surrounded the den. Crowheart turned toward the hollowed entrance of the den to see Thistleclaw tossing the gray-and-white tom—Aspenfall—against the large Clan rock. Thrushpelt turned to the younger warrior and meowed loudly, "Go on now and go towards the leader's den!"

Crowheart would slip out the warriors' den and headed over towards a hollowed-out den in the dirt that sat next to the Windclan's rock. His ears flicked and he'd stop in his track as he turned towards the nursery. Crowheart's felt his blood grow cold as Thistleclaw's paw was stained with red, "Get out of the nursery or it'll be your fault your kits will get hurt!" The dark tom would see Redtail's face fill with horror, No one was supposed to get hurt! He'd watch as the queen—Ryestalk—obediently take the kits underneath a gorse bush and curling them up against her with her tail. He'd watch as Redtail and Patchpelt slip through the nursery's entrance, dust clouds leaving into the clearing.

A yowl of rage rung in the air, and there stood at the entrance was a Windclan patrol. Crowheart's ears went deaf as he stood wide-eyed, Stagleap ran past the nursery and tackled Thrushpelt who was just about to enter the medicine den. In a heartbeat, Thistleclaw dragged Stagleap from his scruff and tossed him onto the earth beneath them, becoming a furiously fighting mass of fur. Before Crowheart could react, Talltail lunged towards the young tom and slashed at his eye, the Thunderclan warrior hissed in pain. Blood rushed down his cheek as Talltail pinned him down, his weight made Crowheart feel like he was suffoucating. The black-and-white warrior's claws dug deep into Crowheart's shoulder, Talltail despite having friendly interactions with the young tom had turned nothing more into a dream as his amber eyes filled with rage.

Crowheart struggled to get up and even try to kick the Windclan deputy off of him, but he wouldn't budge. The young warrior felt himself losing consciousness, all the yowling surrounding them becoming nothing more than just white noise. Suddenly, a roar of anger snapped Crowheart back into reality as Sunstar rushed into Talltail, his claws digging into the white pattern of the Windclan deputy's pelt. "Move and get out of the way Crowheart! Go help the others!" He hesitated and bounced up onto his paws towards the nursery where Redtail lept out and bumped into him, "We need to get out of here! There's too many Windclan cats!" The two young toms watched with branches stabbing into them as Thistleclaw grabbed Plumclaw by her throat and pinned her to the floor.

"This is overkill," Crowheart's words felt like a sob, "We have to call a retreat." The dark tom froze in place as he heard Sunstar cry out bloodcurdling yowl.

Crowheart stood in place with fear as he was met with the sight of his leader dead; Talltail and Stagleap, bloodied with wounds from Thistleclaw, stood above him. Redtail's heart sank and ran toward him, "No!" He hissed loudly and rushed over to get Sunstar's limp body, Crowheart following behind. He looked around as the Windclan cats clearly had an advantage over the patrol, his mind racing. "Redtail, call a retreat!" Without hesitation, both toms lifted the weight of Sunstar's limp body and Redtail shouted out an order, "Thunderclan! Retreat!"

Thistleclaw let go of another cat, his muzzle dripping with blood, "What?" Crowheart gritted his teeth as blood dripped onto the floor, "You heard Redtail! Let's go!" The dark-gray warrior stood in his place as Windclan mocked the Thunderclan cats, "Yeah Thunderclan! Retreat!" Thistleclaw snarled with annoyance and anger, hurrying after his clanmates.

It felt like a nightmare carrying half of Sunstar's weight while running away from the moorland. The race towards Fourtrees was killing Crowheart's lungs, it must've been killing Redtail as well. "Cowards!" Thistleclaw snarled as he panted, Redtail turning his face to look at him. The dark gray warrior's faces was contorted with rage. "We had to retreat, there was no other choice," Redtail argued. "Sunstar lost a life," Thrushpelt added in as licked his shoulder, a small scratch bled as his tongue brushed against it. The dark gray warrior's fur bristled as he looked at Crowheart trying to hold up Sunstar as he regained his conciousness, the young warrior's eyes widened with surprise. "Where are we," Sunstar moaned as he stumbled onto his paws.

"These cowards called a retreat. We're at Fourtrees," Thistleclaw bellowed as he stared down the young toms, "We lost." Sunstar took a deep breath in, blinking and sniffing the air, "We should go back before they have a patrol look for us." The Thunderclan leader looked exhausted, being overpowered by two cats must've been too much for the Thunderclan leader. As the patrol followed down a path back into the forest, Crowheart looked back to see Thistleclaw a few fox-lengths away. "Why are you so angry?"

The dark gray warrior met the smaller tom's eyes, his eyes narrowed, "We lost a fight with Windclan. Are you that airheaded—are you as blind as an ancient elder?" Crowheart growled, "Who cares if we lost! Tigerclaw can sulk all he wants about an apprentice, but Redtail made a good decision to order a retreat." The tom could feel Sunstar's breath rattled as he limped against him. "Real warriors don't need to run from a fight they initiated," Thistleclaw declared, "We fight until we draw our last breath—that is something you will never understand." Redtail looked back with his brows furrowed, "True warriors will protect their Clanmates, Thistleclaw." Patchpelt and Thrushpelt took the younger warriors' spots and continued to help Sunstar down as they reached the ravine close to Thunderclan's camp.

Thistleclaw's ragged tail brushed against Crowheart's hind leg, his strong scent lingered in the air—Crowheart could tell how furious he was, imagine Tigerclaw's anger. "You're lucky Sunstar is still alive," he growled, "But don't rest easily now." The dark senior warrior padded down the ravine leaving Crowheart and Redtail stunned by such a dark shift in his voice. "Don't worry about him, Crowheart," the tortoiseshell tom mewed, "We're warriors despite what he and Tigerclaw thinks." They both looked down, Crowheart didn't look ashamed and neither did Redtail.

I don't know what Redtail is planning for his destiny against Tigerclaw, Crowheart curled his lip, But whatever you're planning, Thistleclaw—I'll be alive to stop you.

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Crowheart shifted in his nest, his tail curled tightly around him. The sound of soft snoring cats surrounded him in the dark, flanks rising as they slumber. The tom looked over to his side, seeing Spottedleaf's bushy tail covering her muzzle—She looks really cute, Crowheart purred as he laid his head on his paws and looked toward the entrance of the den. The moonlight colored the sand in the clearing a pure white, the ground looked like it was covered in snow.

It had only been a half-moon through Newleaf and the tension of the attack on Windclan's camp seemed to have died down—at least for the majority of Thunderclan. The dark warrior didn't plan to make any eye contact with Talltail or any Windclan cat for that matter if he was brought to this moon's Gathering—he didn't want to admit it, but he'd been allowing the guilt and shame of the attack to eat his entire being. Redtail seemed to still be unsettled by it, but nonetheless, Crowheart was happy to see him thrive. The tortoiseshell tom seemed to have moved on and no longer desired to owe Tigerclaw anything for saving his life last Leaf-bare, but Crowheart could still sense the guilt Redtail had from breaking a promise with Stagleap.

The dark tom slowly dozed off, his eyes fluttering as they got heavy. His world went dark and he could only hear his heartbeat as his dreams began to engulf him, a chilling breeze blew onto him. Crowheart's vision was blurry as he sat up, sniffing the air and realizing where he was—it hadn't been so long since he visited the Dark Forest, but it had been long enough for him to forget the awful stench of rotting wood and swampy water. The trees still looked barren and the sky was dark, the earth was wet and clumpy, the tom cringed at the feeling of his paws digging into the mud as he crept towards a bright red light. A certain scent caught his attention and immediately he hid behind a dry bracken hedge.

Spottedleaf! Crowheart hissed beneath the hedge as he saw her slowly padding through the muck, "Hey, over here!" The she-cat jumped, her fur standing as her back hunched up, "Crowheart?" Her amber eyes flurried around until she saw his blue eyes peeking at her from underneath the dry bush. Quickly, the tortoiseshell warrior slid right next to him, breathing in his sublte oakwood scent that was overpowered by the rotting smell of the Dark Forest. "What're you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," Crowheart mewed softly. It was so dark, Crowheart couldn't see how close their muzzles were—her warm breath slightly blowing onto his nose—the tip of Crowheart's ears heating up quickly. Spottedleaf blinked, "I felt like I needed to come back here...Thistleclaw wasn't in the den tonight—he isn't even on the night patrol either." The dark tom paused, She's right—I didn't see him anywhere before I fell asleep. Crowheart opened his mouth but before he could say anything, he could hear a yowl not too far from where the two young cats were. "What was that?" Crowheart glanced toward the direction from where the yowl came from, turning back to Spottedleaf with furrowed brows, "I think we should investigate."

She'd nod in response and followed the dark tom toward the hollowed clearing. The dark warrior blinked as the reached the edge of the clearing, still hidden beneath dried up ferns. Crowheart could see the same tortoiseshell she-cat he saw during his last visitation sitting tall on a large boulder. "Hey, what's that she-cat's name," he hissed as titled his head toward Spottedleaf, his eyes still locked onto the ragged warrior. "That's Mapleshade—she's the one who founded the Dark Forest many, many seasons ago." 

Spottedleaf felt her paws going numb from the unusual cold air, "When we were only apprentices; Thistleclaw told me that Mapleshade used to be a Thunderclan cat, but was exiled." Crowheart's tail flicked, "What for?" Spottedleaf shrugged, her eyes darting around until she nudged Crowheart, "There he is!" The dark tom looked toward the direction Spottedleaf nodded at, Thistleclaw sat beneath a large tree log—his fur was drenched in blood and his eyes were slits. "Another," Thistleclaw demanded Mapleshade with his teeth clamped together in a twisted smile. Crowheart shuddered, Thistleclaw's teeth was stained red and the feeling of his jaws clamped onto any part of him would hurt. He look like he could crush bones if he could, Crowheart blinked.

Mapleshade shouted at a cat below the rock—the Dark Forest cat looked rather young for a Dark Forest cat and had sleek brown fur. The deceased warrior blinked and his fur bristled as he stared down at Thistleclaw, the Thunderclan warrior was much larger than he was and his shadow towered over the smaller tom. Crowheart and Spottedleaf watched with fear beneath the ferns, Mapleshade's yowl of rage echoed in the rotting woods—suddenly the cats began to fight. This was the second time Crowheart would see cats battling in the Dark Forest, but to Spottedleaf, this was one of too many scenes she's seen. The brown tom was tossed around by his scruff and thrown onto the ground.

Thistleclaw pinned the tom down and bit down onto the warrior's throat. The brown cat hissed and swiped at the dark gray wariror's eye, leaving a nasty scar underneath it. Thistleclaw let out a mrrow of anger, biting the tom harder as blood dripped onto the muddy floor. Spottedleaf stayed close to Crowheart, her tail wrapped around his tightly. Crowheart's chest tightened and he felt like he couldn't breathe—his eyes wide with horror as the brown warrior stumbled onto his paws with a deep gash on his shoulder. The tom attempted to lunge at Thistleclaw until he barreled into him, his weight crushing the cat and causing him to screech in pain.

Thistleclaw's large paws pinned the cat once more and with a clean swipe, the opposing warrior fell silent. The larger warrior backed up from the body and watched as his opponent stood onto his paws once more, his life leaving rather quickly. The brown cat could barely move before collapsing onto the floor, his body fading into the darkness. Horrific cheers from other cats echoed in the clearing as Thistleclaw stood proudly, but all Crowheart could do was stare from the hedge with his jaw dropped. 

"Thistleclaw," Mapleshade jumped down from the rock and slipped in front of him. Her face was gorgeous, but the rest of her was grimey and her fur was unkept—Mapleshade did look like she was in the Place of No Stars for quite a long time. "How are things with your plan for leadership," she mewed. Thistleclaw licked the blood from his paws, "Slowly but surely, Tawnyspots is getting more ill—before he dies, I'll volunteer to become deputy." Thistleclaw let out a purr of amusement, "Sunstar is on his last life but I could quickly plan a murder that will be nothing but an accident." Cats around them chattered a bit, wondering what Thistleclaw could be thinking of.

Spottedleaf swallowed her saliva, still unsettled by the brutal murder of a cat and trying not to cough up bile. "We need to tell Sunstar," Crowheart mewed. He struggled to move back and accidentally cracking a stick beneath his hind leg. A nearby cat below the edge of the dried gorse ferns looked up and saw the two warrior's eyes peering from below, "Intruders!" Spottedleaf gasped and Crowheart's fur stood, their hearts racing. The young warriors jumped out from the hedges, darting toward the direction they came from. "After them you fools!" Mapleshade's hiss became a shout of rage, her fur bristling.

Thistleclaw was the first to follow them, his muscles stretching out as he chased after his clanmates. Crowheart looked back and saw Spottedleaf near the tip of his tail, Faster! His heart beat faster as he saw more cats behind them—Thistleclaw's face was hard and his eyes blazing with anger. The gray warrior was quickly catching up and soon the young cats were faced with a large wall with roots dangling from them. 

Spottedleaf crawled up first, her claws gripping into the rotten tree roots. Crowheart followed next to her, attempting to climb up to the top much faster to help Spottedleaf up. He hissed in pain as a thorn stabbed into his paw pad, but brushed it off as best as he could as he climbed up onto the ledge. "Come on!" Crowheart ducked down to bite down onto Spottedleaf's scruff.

Thistleclaw hissed and lunged, his clawsm dragging onto Spottedleaf. She yowled in pain and kicked the tom's face with her hind leg, pushing up as Crowheart pulled her up with all his might. Spottedleaf would make it up, ignoring the large wound on her thigh—both cats exhcanged a glance of relief and continued down the muddied path of the Dark Forest. Crowheart winced as his paw slammed into the floor with each step, the thorn still stuck in—but Spottedleaf looked like she had it worse as her pretty fur was stained with red. Crowheart looked back with his eyes still wide, Thistleclaw was at the ledge. "Neither of you will get in my way!"

The young cats ignored him as they reaced up a slope and through a tunnel of dried gorse. The light got brighter and as they pushed through it, the two cats were launched from a strange rabbit tunnel and onto the earth floor. Crowheart winced as he sat up and hissed as he pressed his paw down, "Ow!" Spottedleaf trying to catch her breath, the cold breeze brushing on her open wound. "What's wrong?" The she-cat panted, looking at her clanmate. The moon was still high and the white light on the fresh wound, Spottedleaf winced as she scooted to Crowheart's side. "It's just a thorn," he murmured, "You need to treat yourself." The she-cat noticed a bush of comfrey leaves, slowly getting up and limping to it. Crowheart blinked as she picked at the bush, chewing it up into a poultice.

She'd sit next to Crowheart and take the poultice to smear it on her wound, the dark tom watching intently. "I learned this all from Featherwhisker moons ago," she commented as the she-cat finally caught her breath. Crowheart licked his paw and trying to nip onto the thorn, "Let me help you." Spottedleaf took Crowheart's paw and studied it, seeing the dark splinter. Slowly, she'd bite down onto it and as gently as possible, pulled it back, the thorn popping off. Crowheart blinked as he continued to observe the she-cat smearing the leftover poultice she had left to cover the tiny wound. 

He purred as he stared at Spottedleaf a little longer, his blue eyes dazzling at even the sight of her. She looked up and smiled, "Your paw will be fine after tonight," Spottedleaf looked up to see the moon still high. She looked around and didn't recognize where they were, sniffing the air and realizing this wasn't their territory. "We're in the moorland," Crowheart mewed, "We are? This is Windclan territory!" The tom blinked and stood up carefully, "Fourtrees isn't too far if I remember correctly." Crowheart looked at Spottedleaf, hearing her wince as she stood up. "Want to lean on me?" he offered, the tortoiseshell she-cat nodding, "Yes please." Crowheart felt Spottedleaf lean against his shoulder, her warm pelt combatted against the night's cold breeze.

Spottedleaf sniffed the air, her nose scrunching up. "Phew! We stink!" Crowheart snickered as his tail flicked, "We do... Let's clean up before we get back to camp, alright?" Spottedleaf would nod as a response. It was quiet the way back, but the young she-cat didn't realize she was nuzzling Crowheart's neck as they slowly walked towards the slope—the wound on her leg seemed to be nothing more than a tiny scratch in that moment. The cats slipped underneath the moonlight towards Fourtrees, pushing through the tall moorland grass as they took each pawstep.

Crowheart's eyes darted around the quiet plateau as they continued on the path, "Is something wrong?" Spottedleaf looked up at Crowheart, her amber eyes glowing underneath the birght moonlight. "I'm not sure if Windclan's patrol is nearby," he breathed, "But it doesn't seem like anyone is nearby." They stayed silent for a few more moments to hear if maybe something would brush up against grass or a pawsteps making their way towards them. The two cats stood for a few heartbeats more before continuing on their way back to Thunderclan's camp, their pelts moving slowly in the shadows.

"Get up you dormouse!" Crowheart woke up groggily as Frostfur stood above him, her tail bristling. "You've been asleep for too long! We have to go on a hunting patrol," she spat with annoyance. The dark tom sat up and yawned, "Who's on the patrol?" The white she-cat blinked as the tip of her tail flicked, "You, me, Tawnyspots, and Lionheart." The young tom licked his lips and blinked at the she-cat, "Now?" Frostfur rolled her eyes, "You're clueless... If you need to eat right now, go ahead—Tawnyspots said we have time."

The dark warrior purred and trotted out the warriors' den looking around the clearing. Crowheart would see the elders basking underneath the sunlight in the clearing, their pelts freshly groomed and glistening. Kits were playing outside the nursery, remembering that Runningkit and Mousekit will be apprentices very soon—meaning by the time it's halfway through Greenleaf, Mosskit will become an apprentice. He looked around for Spottedleaf but saw her nowhere, "Where is she?" Frostfur blinked, "Who?"

"Spottedleaf," Crowheart mewed, still looking around. "She's in the medicine den talking to Featherwhisker," Frostfur tilted her head, confused why Crowheart wanted to know where the tortoiseshell she-cat was. "I see," Crowheart blinked and headed toward the fresh-kill pile, I don't think I'll have time to even talk to her. Then memories rushed in from last night, the chilling glare that Thistleclaw had in the Dark Forest as they ran flashed on his mind. The dark warrior looked around as he picked up a small fletcher, I wonder if Spottedleaf got her wound taken care of by Featherwhisker. Crowheart was lost in thought as he quickly ate the fresh-kill, remembering what Thistleclaw had said.

The dark looked up as he ate and saw Whitestorm and Thistleclaw emerging from the tunnel that lead towards the Sandy Hollow. Tigerclaw followed behind, his nose scarred with red as they padded towards the medicine den, Did Whitestorm do that to him? He looked back down as Thistleclaw turned his gaze at him from a distance, his large tail lashed in the sand. Crowheart buried the bones of his meal underneath sand and quickly trotted toward the gathering patrol, Tawnyspots sitting on his haunches and basking underneath the sun. "Crowheart," he meowed, "Are you ready?" The young tom nodded and the deputy stood up, his ear flicking—Crowheart noticed how frail the gray tom looked, his pelt looked a little ragged as if he was sickly. "Are you okay, Tawnyspots?"

The cat blinked, "I'm just fine, why do you ask?" Crowheart's brows furrowed with worry, his nose twitching. "You look unwell—Respectfully, you look like you've been starving for days," he commented, Crowheart's paws shifting on the earth. Lionheart glanced at the deputy, also taking notice to the skinny gray cat, "Crowheart is right. Perhaps you should sit out from this patrol and suggest another cat to join." Tawnyspots blinked and shook his head, "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? Please sit out on this one if you need to," Frostfur insisted, also taking noticed to the deputy's sickly appearance. Tawnyspots grumbled in response, "I promise I'm fine! There is nothing to worry about." The three cats watched as the gray tom pushed through the gorse ferns, Crowheart's tail flicking with concern. "We'll keep an eye on him," LIonheart huffed, his large mane glowed underneath in the sunlight. Frostfur and Crowheart exchanged glances before following after their Clan's deputy. As the cats regrouped, Tawnyspots immediately laid down on a patch of grass, his head lazily drooping to the ground.

"Please give me a bit," he huffed as he tried to stand. Tawnyspots weakly trotted down the dirt path, the cats following behind. Crowheart had enough of this and spat out, "Tawnyspots you're clearly not well. You need to rest!" Lionheart nodded in agreement and Frostfur met the deputy's shoulder. "Tawnyspots, I can take you back," she offered but the deputy shook his head. "I promise you that I'm fine..."

Ironically a heartbeat after he said that, Tawnyspots felt his stomach grumbling before immediately darting behind a bush. "I'll go get Featherwhisker," Crowheart offered as he bounded right into the tunnel. The dark tom came to a halt as fast as he could before he could run into the medicine cat, his pale-gray face almost being smacked into Crowheart's. "Be careful," Featherwhisker raised a brow, "What're you in a hurry for?" Crowheart mewed, "It's Tawnyspots, he's throwing up!" The silver tom blinked before mewing in response, "Take me to him."

Tawnyspots tried to eat, chewing slowly on the fresh sparrow. Crowheart watched the gray cat from a distance, his brows furrowed with concern—the Thunderclan deputy had developed an illness and was diagnosed a moon ago. Despite time passing quickly, Tawnyspots doesn't look like he's been getting any better. The dark tom blinked as he watched Featherwhisker bring over a bundle of juniper berries from the medicine den, the toms exchanging a few words before the deputy ate up the herbs. Crowheart could see Thistleclaw in the corner of his eye, the dark gray warrior resting in the shade—his amber eyes narrowed as he focused on Tawnyspots. 

Sunstar emerged from his den; his light face peering out towards the clearing. Crowheart watched as Thistleclaw trotted over to Sunstar, the dark tom's eyes following the large cat. Crowheart stood up and cleaned his shoulder, trying to listen in on their conversation—he was too far to even hear anything but a few mumurs. Sandy pawsteps approached him, Crowheart turning to see Goosefeather looking at him with a blank stare. "Time's running out, Crowheart." The dark warrior looked back at Thistleclaw, his tail slipping in the leader's den, "I visited the Dark Forest with Spottedleaf about a moon ago."

"Tawnyspots got sick a moon ago as well," Goosefeather grumbled, "You are in no time to spare—this wouldn't have ever happened if Bluefur didn't keep Mosskit." The dark tom's glance turned sharp and cold, "Bluefur should be allowed to keep her daughter—She could've kept Stonekit and MIstykit too." Crowheart gritted his teeth, how could Goosefeather be fine with suggesting the gray she-cat should abandon her kits. The dark warrior's fur bristled but before he could spit out a hiss, Goosefeather mewed, "You don't understand, do you? A deputy—leader, even—does not have time to raise kits, especially if there's violent competition."

Goosefeather turned his attention to the leader's den where Thistleclaw emerges, his eyes narrowed as the dark gray cat's muzzle twitched with a smile. "You don't have much time left, Crowheart," he turned back to the younger tom, "Do what Bluefur or any other cat can't—but know that the moon setting before Greenleaf will be the day Thistleclaw will get his way." Crowheart stayed silent as Goosefeather dipped his head, "If you can't do that, I suggest you leave and go home to the Twolegplace. Starclan has no time for cats who cannot devote their lives to their Clan." Crowheart glared at the elderly cat as he slowly padded away back to the elders' den.

Crowheart padded towards the nursery, seeing Mosskit playing with a feather. She wasn't playing with the other two kits in the nursery, perhaps the she-kit wanted to do her own thing. "Crowheart!" Mosskit smiled brightly, her blue eyes shining under the sun, "Did you wanna play?" The dark warrior nuzzled the she-kit, "Not now, but maybe later... I just need to talk to Bluefur right now." The tiny kit has a disappointed look on her face, Crowheart's whiskers twitching. "I promise I'll play with you after," he mewed with assurance, Mosskit whining as he licked the top of her head. The dark warrior's face peeked in through the nursery, White-eye was curled up in her nest with the two kits aside her snuggled up against their mother's warm belly. He looked to the other side and saw Bluefur's face tucked underneath her paws.

Quietly, he crept over to the gray queen and nudged her softly, "Bluefur?" She groaned and opened up her eyes, groggily lifting her head. Bluefur blinked as she licked her lips, her silver muzzled glistened, "Crowheart?" The dark warrior tucked himself next to Bluefur, his tailed wrapped around him, "Can I talk to you? If I'm not disturbing your nap, I hope." The she-cat nodded as she licked her paws, "Go on."

"Goosefeather spoke to me agaiin," he mumbled as he looked into the older she-cat's eyes, "He told me that I didn't have much time left because if Tawnyspots died, then Thunderclan's fate is sealed with Thistleclaw." Bluefur's face, despite rolling her eyes, turned cold. "I hate to admit that he's right. Tawnyspots is ill and it won't be long until he'll climb the ranks of Starclan," she mewed, "Every cat know that as soon as Tawnyspots passed, Thistleclaw is going to be deputy... And I can't do anything about it."

Bluefur loooked down with regret, her eyes filled with guilt, "It's my fault I spent the night at Fourtrees with Crookedstar." Her heart ached, "I've loved too much that it's going to be my fault Thistleclaw becomes deputy." Crowheart shook his head as he reached his paw out lay on Bluefur's, his icy-blue gaze staring at her with hope. "Even if he becomes deputy, there's always the chance he'll die before he becomes leader," he tried to sound as cheery as he could but Crowheart seemed to fail in that. "That's true, but what are the chances of that" The dark warrior paused as his paws shifted beneath his chest, until he remembered something—Thistleclaw was planning something.

Crowheart meowed, "I went to the Dark Forest." Bluefur blinked and looked at him with her brow raised, "What?" The dark warrior realized how mouse-brained he sounded but shook his head, "No, I visited the Place of No Stars in my dreams; I went there to stalk Thistleclaw... He wanted to kill Sunstar as soon as he becomes deputy."

Bluefur thought as she stayed silent, If Crowheart is being honest... What could Thistleclaw try to do in order to kill Sunstar? The gray she-cat's face hardened, "You need to tell Sunstar. You should've done so instead of coming to me about this." Crowheart's ears pinned back, "I would've... But Thistleclaw was talking to Sunstar already. I try to talk to him before the day ends." The queen yawned and blinked at the young warrior, "Now go Crowheart, don't waste time talking to me right now." The tom bounced onto his toes and crawled through the bracken, dry sticks grazing his glossy fur. Crowheart looked around and saw Sunstar climbing up the Highrock, his golden fur underneath the sun.

"Sunstar!" Crowheart called out and quickly trotted across the clearing and meeting his leader halfway up the slope. "What is it? I'm about to call a Clan meeting," the golden tom mewed as his ear flicked, "I need to talk to you, it's important." Sunstar's brow furrowed, "Can it wait until after?" Crowheart held his tongue and reluctantly turned away and muttered under his breath, "Yes, it could wait."

Sunstar could tell Crowheart meant business, his brow furrowed with guilt. He'd watch as the dark tom make his way down to the clearing, older cats beginning to gather beneath the Highrock. 

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The silence was so violent, only hints of it were broken from the slight breeze in the trees that surrounded Thunderclan's camp. Crowheart tried his hardest to not stare at Thistleclaw's smirk—the blood in his body boiled with hatred and frustration. It wasn't just the gray warrior—unimaginable to the glossy black tom, it was everyone around him. Every cat in Thunderclan knew that despite Thistleclaw's great fighting skills, he was a terrible fit for a temporary deputy—yet no one will say anything; not a single word.

"For now," Sunstar added on, "Thistleclaw will be in charge of organizing patrols until Tawnyspots' condition allows him to recover." Cats murmur among each other, but Crowheart stayed silent—he was frustrated and looked around to see Spottedleaf next to her sister. Her face was still but Crowheart could feel her heart pounding with anxiety—her heart racing as if she's just outrun a fox. "I pray that Starclan approves of my choice," the golden tom puffed up his chest, a weary look on his face as he looked up at the sky.

It'd only been a few heartbeats after the Clan meeting that Crowheart pushed through the vine-covered entrance of Sunstar's den, his tail brushing against the leaves. "Excuse my manners, Sunstar, but what were you thinking?" Crowheart spat out, "Thistleclaw is a terrible choice for a temporary deputy." There were curses that the dark warrior could throw at his leader, but he was more angry that Thistleclaw's getting his way. Sunstar blinked with surprise, but his expression changed into guilt, "This isn't because there isn't any other cat that's worthy—I promise you that Thistleclaw would've been the last cat I'd choose for a temporary deputy."

Crowheart sat down on his haunches, his brows still furrowed, "So why choose him?" The golden tom's tail flicked, "Bluefur is still in the nursery, but I can't afford to have her leave early, especially if she's still nursing Mosskit." The dark warrior mewed, "But that doesn't answer my question, Sunstar."

Sunstar opened his mouth for a moment, until he reluctantly closed it before he could even say anything. "Thistleclaw, by my own observation, knows combat well enough to organize stronger patrols in case we are to fight over Sunningrocks again... Or any battle for that matter." Crowheart felt a pang of fear, the memory of Leopardfur beneath his paws when they were apprentices—wounded by his bloodied claws. "I guess I could get around that, but what if it's just a mere accident that some other cat accidentally crosses our borders again?"

"He'll know when he shouldn't attack. I don't want a repeat of the conflict we had with Windclan not long ago," Sunstar gave Crowheart an apologetic mewl, "I understand your fear... Honestly, I'm quite afraid myself. But this is only till Tawnyspots is well and able to perform his duties." The dark warrior hesitated, biting his tongue back. "Now, what did you want to tell me besides being opposed to my decision with Thistleclaw?" 

The dark tom looked at his leader, Sunstar could tell he was serious. "I may sound mad, but I've dreamt of the Place of No Stars... Thistleclaw was there and there was a discussion among the dead... He's planning to kill you as soon as Tawnyspots dies." Sunstar looked at him, silent but clearly out of words to say. The Thunderclan leader took a long pause before mewling, "Speaking to the dead seems impossible, especially for a young warrior like yourself... I find it hard to believe you dreamt of such a place." Crowheart immediately felt the fur on his back stand with embarassment, his claws gently scraping the soft sand beneath them. "However," Sunstar added, "Because you worry so much as much as I and Bluefur do—I will watch my back, thank you."

Crowheart gave a sigh of relief, "Thank you for at least hearing me out, Sunstar." Sunstar's whiskers twitched and he gave the younger cat a smile, "I assure you Tawnyspots' health will improve over time—perhaps, if Tawnyspots' health does not improve, I pray that Bluefur will be out of the nursery by then." The dark tom stood up and licked his shoulder, "I'll leave you alone now, Sunstar. Thank you again for hearing me out."

They'd exchange a nod, then Crowheart would emerged from the Leader's den, his glossy black fur shining underneath the soft sunlight. He looked around at the cats who were still in camp—a wave of relief soothes the tom as Thistleclaw was nowhere in sight, at least for the moment. The dark warrior peeked around to see Spottedleaf emerge from the medicine den with Featherwhisker, "It hasn't been that long, and Tawnyspots looks awful."

Crowheart trotted across the clearing, meeting the two cats, "How's Tawnyspots?" Spottedleaf regrettably looked into Crowheart's eyes before mumbling under her breath, "It's not very good..." Featherwhisker blinked slowly at the darker tom, his lip curling back with guilt. "I'll continue to treat him for as much as I can keep him alive," the gray medicine cat promised, his paws shifting. "I hope Starclan has plans for Tawnyspots' recovery," the dark warrior sighed. Spottedleaf nudged Crowheart gently, "Let's go for a walk?" Crowheart would give an approval grunt before looking back at Featherwhisker as he nodded, the medicine cat slowly padding to the elder's den.

The tortoiseshell she-cat led the black tom towards the entrance of camp, slipping through the gorse tunnel and making their way through the full hedges toward the Great Sycamore. "What did Sunstar say?"

Crowheart stayed quiet for a few heartbeats as they made their way towards the large roots of the tree, "He thought I was mad, but Sunstar promised he'd watch out for himself." Spottedleaf looked at him with a weary looked, her tailed wrapping around her haunches as she sat down, "I assume he won't believe me either." The dark tom looked at his friend, "I doubt he would—Sunstar would think you're just as mad as I am."

Spottedleaf dipped her head as Crowheart sat next to her, "Let's hope that Tawnyspots will get better soon... Alright?" The dark warrior looked into the eyes of the tortoiseshell cat and did not utter a single word to her. Only Starclan can decide Tawnyspots' fate.

Thistleclaw stood near the Highrock, his chest puffed out proudly. "I want Lionheart, Whitestorm, Half-tail, and Crowheart on this patrol today. We'll be remarking scent markers today, but if you find prey—help yourself to hunting." Crowheart looked unamused about the patrol, really wishing he hadn't been chosen. The group of cats push through the gorse and up the tunnel towards Snakerocks. Crowheart followed a little farther behind the patrol, lacking any interest in wanting to be close to Thistleclaw like the other cats. The sight of the newly assigned 'temporary deputy' made the dark warrior cringe with annoyance.

The cats eventually reach a reasonable spot to disperse. Whilst his clanmates being to remark the border along the Twoleg trail, the young warrior ventures out a bit to go hunting.

Crowheart followed along the dirt path they were walking on until he picked up a scent.. It had been almost three moons since Newleaf arrived, and the air seemed a little more warmer on his fur. The sun beamed down through the empty gaps between the leaves, tiny dots shined upon the earth. Crowheart traced the scent of what seemed like a rabbit—it wasn't big, however it was a good enough size to share with his clan. His paw pads pressed against the earthy floor, the warrior's pawsteps silent as ever.

Where is it? Crowheart's ducked low, his jaw almost touching the ground. Then, he saw it; the rabbit's puffy tail beneath a hedge, cleaning it's ears and it's nose twitching. The dark tom's tail laid low as he crept closer, his belly lightly grazing the ground beneath him. "I got you right where I want you," the tom licked his lips, tasting the rabbit even before he could pounce. Crowheart crept closer, the rabbit appearing larger as he approached.

Before the rabbit could react, Crowheart's claws dug into it's soft pelt. A couple of heartbeats after, Crowheart felt the fresh-kill go limp as his jaws clenched onto the rabbit's neck. For a moment, he was quite proud of his catch despite it being so small—Crowheart couldn't wait to bring it back to camp.

In the distance, Crowheart could hear angry yowling—did the patrol come across another Clan cat? The yowling was a few fox-lengths away from where he was, Crowheart immediately began to dig a tiny hole to cover the fresh-killed rabbit to pick up later. The dark tom glanced back at the buried prey before turning towards the angry growls nearby, quickly padding through the thick green bushes.

The young cat saw Thistleclaw looming over a gray cat, his teeth bared and his lip curled. "This is Thunderclan's territory! What is a measly kittypet doing out here!" The large warrior's eyes were filled with fury, "I'm sorry. I assure this was by accident." Crowheart watched, his heart dropping as the sound of a she-cat's plead for innocence was quickly cut off by Thistleclaw hiss. Her voice was familiar... Oh Starclan, please don't tell me...

Crowheart realized who it was, his heart felt like it dropped out from his body. The she-cat who accidentally crossed paths with Thistleclaw, the cat he wished the gray warrior would've never had to meet—Quince. 

The dark tom immediately pushed his way into the situation, Thistleclaw looking at the younger cat. "Thistleclaw, I heard yowling—I assumed this was a Clan cat trespassing." The gray warrior's expression relaxed but still seemed annoyed, "Crowheart, since you're here—do me a favor and show me your loyalty to Thunderclan." Crowheart gave a concerned look to the temporary deputy, "What?" Thistleclaw smirked and his tail flicked with amusement, his attention still on the she-cat who crouched low onto the ground. "Teach this kittypet a lession about trespassing on Thunderclan territory."

Crowheart's heart froze and he felt his paws grow cold. Teach her a lesson—what does he mean? Thistleclaw seemed to grow more impatient, his tail lashing a bit, "Well? Do it!" The young warrior felt his words clog his throat, unable to speak he tried to shake his head. "What? Are you opposing my order?" Thistleclaw bared his teeth as he met his younger clanmate, "Don't you start cowering, Crowheart! Do it!" Crowheart grit his teeth with fury and shouted out, the gentle breeze of Newleaf felt as if they'd just turned into the freezing winds of Leafbare.

"It was by accident! We shouldn't have to hurt her to let her go!" Thistleclaw growled, his muzzle right in Crowheart's face, "Don't you dare talk back to me, kittypet." The gray warrior immediately turned around and stomped over to Quince, her blue eyes widened as if she was about to have her face bitten off by a savage dog.  "Don't you dare hurt her!" Crowheart jumped onto Thistleclaw and began to bite at his ears, Thistleclaw yowling and tossing around the small cat. "

Get out of here! Go! Leave kittypet!" Crowheart shouted at his mother, "Or we'll chase you down and take your tail as a trophy!" Quince bounced onto her toes as she watched her son thrash on the back of his senior warrior, before disappearing into the forest and returning the safety of the Twoleg's nest.

"Get off of me you piece of fox dung!" Thistleclaw bit down onto Crowheart's tuft and tossed him onto the ground, the dark tom hissing in pain. "What's wrong with you? Have you gone rabid!" Thistleclaw was beyond furious, his long claws flexed with rage. "Warriors don't have to hurt or kill to win a battle, Thistleclaw! She was on the territory by acc—" Before Crowheart could finish, the gray tom swiped at Crowheart's face. It was so fast—Crowheart's cheek bled with red, the scar was deep but felt so numb. "The next time you interfere with any of my plans, I'll kill you. Tell anyone of this, I'll make you cry back home to your mother."

Thistleclaw walked past Crowheart before hissing into his ear, "I know that she-cat was your mother." Crowheart stood still and frozen in place as he tried to process everything that'd had happen within those few heartbeats. The dark warrior felt his eyes well up with tears... Why did he feel so cowardly? He escaped to the forest to become a strong cat like he'd always wanted to be, but he cowers over even hurting any cat. The dark warrior felt his tears drop onto the earth beneath him, Is this truly my destiny?

It felt like forever until Crowheart had decided to move, his body felt so cold—he wanted to go straight to the warriors' den to sleep. He met with the rest of his patrol, "What happened, Crowheart? Where did you get that wound?" Crowheart felt like spitting out bile as he lied through his teeth, "I... A kittypet got me when I was chasing it out." Thistleclaw looked at him with a smirk, "Careful nextime, Crowheart." The dark warrior looked down with guilt as they left Snakerocks and smelling the prey that Lionheart and Whitestorm had caught that afternoon—he'd forgotten the rabbit he caught.

The patrol pushed through the gorse tunnel, each cat climbing down into the clearing. Crowheart felt Thistleclaw behind him, he wanted to tuck his tail underneath him so badly. "Straight to Featherwhisker," Thistleclaw's meow was cool in tone—it was day and night; it was too much for Crowheart to have with Thistleclaw in one day. "Yes, Thistleclaw."

As soon as Crowheart was in the clearing, he quickly trotted across the sandy floor and right into the medicine den. He expected to greet the gray medicine cat but instead, he was met with Spottedleaf's muzzle. "Oh! Crowheart! Featherwhisker went to get herbs... I'm here to fill in for now." The dark warrior felt his ear tips grow hot, until Spottedleaf gave him a concerned look. "Hey, you're bleeding, what happened?"

The dark tom turned his head to look back, attempting to see if Thistleclaw was watching. Crowheart whispered into the tortoiseshell warrior's ear, her tail flicking a bit, "Thistleclaw did it. He got me when my mother trespassed by accident and I distracted him." Spottedleaf stayed silent but began to make a poultice with the remaining herbs in the medicine den. "You're not... Gonna say anything?" Spottedleaf shook her head, "You did the best thing—you saved your mother, Crowheart... I have nothing more to say." Crowheart sat down in the mossbed and sweetly observed Spottedleaf as she spread the poultice onto his cheek. I'll kill you, Thistleclaw's words echoed and his heart ached; looking at Spottedleaf was bittersweet... He hated to admit that he was in love with her, but that... Stupid prophecy.

Spottedleaf smiled as she finished treating Crowheart's wound, "How do you feel?" The dark tom purred, trying to ignore Thistleclaw's words, "...Fantastic." Featherwhisker came in after a few heartbeats, "Crowheart? What're you doing here?" The dark warrior sat up, his attention set onto the medicine cat, "I got scratched by accident." The tortoiseshell she-cat looked at him funny, but she understood why he just all of a sudden lied to Featherwhisker. "Looks pretty nasty, but I'm sure it'll heal very soon."

Crowheart looked at Spottedleaf once more and smiled, but her smile felt nothing more than another reminder of how much he could lose if Thistleclaw became leader...

The dark tom felt a little bit closer with Spottedleaf as they slept in the night, he couldn't dream of anything but he felt the cool air as if he was in Starclan's presence. Crowheart shifted in his mossbed as he listened to soft voices around him, his nose twitching. "Soon... Soon Crowheart..." The young warrior felt his paws flexing as he felt a sort of energy surge through him. It was indescribable, it felt like it wasn't him but it was. Crowheart stretched his legs, "A thistle will wrap its thorns around your clan—Free them, for you will make the forest yours to prevail." He whispered those words to himself as he slept, soon awakening to the soft tail of Spottedleaf brush against him.

"Wake up... There's a Clan meeting..." Crowheart sat up, "A Clan meeting? So early in the morning?" Spottedleaf would nod, but something told Crowheart that the expression the she-cat had on her face—it wasn't good news.