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"Hawthornpaw, get out of the way. You're ruining my moment!" Pumpkinpaw yowled, shoving her brother out of the way. She wanted to be the hero, and she wasn't going to let this annoying furball get in the way of her glory.

Lavenderpaw licked Eclipsepaw's ear, relief flooding over her to know he was safe. "I'm ok, I was... erm, hiding from everyone behind a bush, the fire wouldn't hurt me." She gave her father a concerned sniff. "Are you all right?" she asked anxiously, pressing her ear to his chest. "Did you breathe in smoke? Honey could help, or maybe juniper."

Grassclaw leaned into Pink-Eyes, sighing heavily and closing her eyes as a wave of grief washed over her. "Something happened in CaveClan and I'm worried."

Nightshade didn't bat an eye. "I want his name."—That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 02:48, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Hawthornpaw stumbled away as his sister shoved him aside, immediately growing heated and causing his tail tip to twitch. "What 'moment'? That 'moment' back there when you looked like a total mouse-brain who stood back and just threw moss at it? You're welcome for ruining that pitiful 'moment'!" The charcoal tom scrabbled after Pumpkinpaw to shove her back with his shoulder, fighting for his right over the little fire.

"I'm fine," Risingsun rasped to his daughter, while his heart screamed to comfort his children and refer to them as such. However, he knew the rules. He knew that he couldn't express his love and care for his kittens until they were out of the public eye. "You'd make a great medicine cat, Lavenderpaw." How he wished he could take her down such a path, but StarClan would smite him for taking initiative over the next medicine cat without their approval. They'd send him a sign...but he never received one. What if he died before those old idiots made up their minds?Thieving Ferret 16:08, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Mothshade glared at Nightshade, she could smell the smoke and feel the flames. "Mayflywing, his nameis Mayflywing. Okay? Why do you even care? It's my responsibility!" The creamy-white warrior hissed. Joheva and Han huddled close. Had they made a mistake coming here?

Ruddflower darted from the Warriors' den, her ears flat to her skull. The smoke was thick, scary. Her eyes darted around as she looked for a way out. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:10, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Frozenwind followed Ruddflower, coughing in the smoke. The white tom couldn't see a way out either. --forever and always 01:14, December 7, 2018 (UTC) </div></div> "It was wet moss, you numb skull!" Pumpkinpaw hissed, fighting against Hawthornpaw. "The water will put it out." She pulled away as a huge, dark cloud of smoke blew into her face, and she started choking.

Lavenderpaw ducked her head in embarrassment, feeling warmed and awed by her fathers comment. "Well... I learned from the best." Would I be a good medicine cat? she silently wondered, then pushed the thought away, with a feeling of guilt. She was a warrior apprentice, Raccoonmask was her mentor. Instead she looked up at Risingsun uncertainly. "Are you sure?"

Nightshade slide out of her way. "That's all I needed to know..." he muttered icily, before sulking away. Now... what to do to this Mayflywing.That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 02:16, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

"Definitely seems to be working!" Hawthornpaw snapped back at his sister as a plume of smoke blew into her face, the tom's fur beginning to spike out of frustration. "Maybe I should just use you to choke out the fire!" He scowled at his sister, once again attempting to fight with her for rights over the fire. Then, a shadow fell upon him. 

"Did I not raise you two any better?" Orchidbloom snarled at Pumpkinpaw and Hawthornpaw as her mommy senses began to kick in.

Honey... The thought kept sticking to Risingsun's mind, and with a soft wheeze, he nuzzled his daughter's head. Let his Clanmates see. "I'm a medicine cat, Lavenderpaw. I know potential when I see it."

Raccoonmask had been out on patrol during the whole event, where he ended up making a strange and very puzzling discovery. This 'discovery' kept demanding that she be released and be taken to Quartz, where she rightfully belonged. Who was Quartz, and why would be within a Clan with a rogue name like that? No matter, it was a kitten. She needed help.Thieving Ferret 02:42, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Pumpkinpaw nearly leaped out of her fur, surprised when Orchidbloom appeared. She ignored the deputy. "Is it out?" she asked, peering through the smoke.

Lavenderpaw honestly didn't know what to say, instead purred.

Stoatscar hadn't been feeling great recently... and she knew what was up. She had had kits before, she knew what it was like. She glanced at her belly, which was just starting to show. She was going to tell Runningstrike soon. She purred, remembering when she had told him the news of Pumpkinfrost, Oilpelt, and Creekdew. A tiny pang of loss stung her heart at the thought of her other kits. Pumpkinfrost and Oilpelt were dead and Creekdew was in CaveClan. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 04:41, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Runningstrike was coming back from a hunting patrol. He threw his kill into the pile. He remembered the first time Creekdew caught prey, and Pumpkinfrost and Oilpelt. He wondered how his son was doing in CaveClan. Runningstrike sniffed the air, trying to find where his mate was. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:46, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Stoatscar's eyes lit up when Runningstrike padded into camp. She got to her paws and padded over to greet him. "Have you been getting into any trouble?" she asked, eyeing him with amusement. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 04:51, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Runningstrike purred and flicked his ear. "Not more than usual, I suppose." he replied, "What about you? Not running into anymore trees, I hope." He added, affectionately. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:53, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsow moved through the territory, growing closer to the smell of CaveClan. Her green eyes watching the brush, waiting for the cat to appear. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:03, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Creekdew hesitated for a second, starting to recognize the scent. No, it couldn't be....he emerged slowly from the brush.WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 13:32, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Pink-Eyes let his pink optics run over, squinting them a bit. "W--What happened?" He asked softly, pressing his white body close to her golden tortoiseshell pelt. His thoughts moved to how his sister had passed several weeks ago from kitting.

Mothshade stared after Nightshade, her frost-blue eyes darkening before she turned away. She finally noticed the fire and looked around. She spotted her brothers not to far off and rushed towards them. "Here, follow me."

Ruddflower found herself pressed against Frozenwind. "How do we get out? The fire's everywhere." She exclaimed.

Fernsnow skittered to a stop upon catching sight of the blue-gray tomcat. "C--Creekdew, is that y-you?" Minkclaw Winter is coming. 22:25, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Grassclaw glanced nervously at her paws. "Brooksplash... she... attacked her Clanmates. She's dead." Anxiety for her Clan made her head pound. She knew she was revealing Clan secrets to Pink-Eyes, but right now it didn't seem to matter. She doubted he would say anything to RockClan about it anyway. "She looked mad."

"Don't you think I've learned from past experiences?" Stoatscar flashed Runningstrike a look, but her voice remained sarcastic and playful. She faked a thoughtful look, then gave an over dramatic gasp as if she had remembered something. "Oh wait, I stand corrected. I ran into one this morning." —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 23:40, December 10, 2018 (UTC)

Creekdew blinked. "Fernsnow!" he purred, "How....how'd you get back?"

Runningstrike shrugged at his mate. "You never know, I suppose." he said. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 03:21, December 11, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsnow blinked her eyes at the blue tom. "Oh, C--Creekdew? You're alive?" She asked, although it was a bit of a stupid question.

Mothshade found herself outside of camp, her brothers were resting. She could fell the faint smoke as cats tried to control the fire that had ravaged their camp and most of the forest now. It was controlled. She could hear the rumble of the Twolegs and their red monsters, trying to control the fire that had gotten near their homes.

Pink-Eyes moved to press his pelt against Grassclaw's. "Maybe it's a sickness, the dogs get them often from the Kittypet's say. It's called rabies, maybe that's what it was." It was his way of trying to comfort the she-cat he felt strongly for. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:41, December 12, 2018 (UTC)

"Would you like to go for a walk? Just us?" Stoatscar asked, wrinkling her nose as a puff of smoke blew into her face. The fire didn't appear too concerning now, most of it was out. But the smoke probably wasn't great to be breathing in.

Hazelriver limped toward camp, hold a ball of moss in his jaws. His mouth gaped at the smoke billowing around camp, causing his moss to fall. He spotted Mothshade nearby and anxiously padded toward her, the moss all but forgotten. "What happened? Is there a fire?" Well obviously. He flinched when he realized that was a stupid question. "Uh, is it out? Is everyone okay?"

Grassclaw shifted anxiously against Pink-Eyes, moderately comforted by the warmth of his pelt. "Rabies?" She went through the list of diseases in her head, but rabies didn't sound familiar. Heck, she wasn't a medicine cat, how would she know? "Is there a cure? How did she get it?" —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 00:31, December 13, 2018 (UTC)

"Yeah! Yeah." Creekdew said, hardly thinking. " 'Course I'm alive. How'd you end up here?"

"Sure." Runningstrike said to his mate, "How come?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 01:01, December 13, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsnow tilted her head to get a good look at the blue-grey tomcat. "I escaped from my Twoleg den." She stated. She didn't add that, that was after she'd been bred to a tomcat there.

Pink-Eyes nodded. "Well, yes. It's not very common for cats but in dogs it's been seen a lot." He said.

Mothshade looked up, her eyes blazing before softening on the tomcat. "Well, yeah. I think they've got it mostly put out now." She said before turning to continue on her way hesitantly. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 07:32, December 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Yes," Hawthornpaw began as he slowly and icily turned towards his littermate, "I put it out, so it's out." He declared this with a firm and proud nod before walking away from Pumpkinpaw, expecting to get tackled or something. She'd have to get back at him somehow.

"Risingsun?" Raccoonmask called to the medicine cat curiously, who raised his head in response to his name. "I found this outside of camp...can you check it to make sure it doesn't have any....uh...diseases?" The chocolate warrior motioned to Honeykit as he placed the golden bundle of fur on the ground, who glared up at him in response. "I'm no fleabag!"Thieving Ferret 17:12, December 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Thank StarClan you did!" Creekdew purred. "How?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 22:47, January 1, 2019 (UTC)

Flamefur happily bounded after Nightshade, flashing her canines as she came into stride with him. "So, when shall we begin our hunt of this Mayflywing?" She half joked with a hungry purr, her amber eyes flashing with danger.

Smokemask hissed and spat out Fennelpaw into a puddle of water, sniffing over her for the scent of smoke, and growled when he realised she was in there long enough to inhale the plume of toxin. "Stupid molly." He sneered, pacing around her in stress. He was worried about her, that much was true. Hunching down, he sniffed her once more, checking her over before something caught his attention and immediately he stood over the unwell molly protectively. "Reveal yourself!" The tom yowled before he noticed an apprentice sized dark silver-gray tabby tom nearby. 

Stretching her legs, Softfeather happily padded alongside the sisters Hollytuft and Moontail, her feathery tail flicking as she returned from a hunting party, at the same time Lioncloud, Birchface and Stormshade returned from a patrol. Instantly Stormshade headed straight for Moontail, purring as the duo nuzzled each other with the affection of mates. 

Duskpaw skipped after the duo, a small white she-cat with beautiful green visionaries, and a brutishly large beast who followed close behind his mate. He was supposed to lead them to RockClan, but it seemed they already knew exactly to where they were headed. Mother of Ferrets 05:27, January 6, 2019 (UTC)

Hollyflower stood at the entrancr of the camp, she gabe her sister a smile when she entered but said no more. Her mind was on the fact that she now knew that Waterdrop wasn't there mother, it was Hollymask. The molly she was named after. Had Waterdrop known?

Jaystrike blinked as he watched Lioncloud enter camp and then the troubled expression on Hollyflower's face. The tabby warrior knew she had something to hide or her behavior said so. He shook his pelt before moving towards the nursery where Snapdragon was. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 08:54, January 9, 2019 (UTC)

(oh it's been a few years maybe Snap should have her kits) Snapdragon looked up when Jaystrike entered the nursery and let out a mew of greeting. "The kits are restless today," she remarked, wincing as one of her kits kicked sharply in her belly.

Pumpkinpaw stuck out her tongue at Hawthornpaw as he walked away, then huffed in anger. Why does he suck so much. Ugh. But her thoughts quickly danced back to that one cat she had seen outside. For some reason, no names rang a bell for him. Who is he and why do I not know him?

Grassclaw blinked hopefully at Pink-Eyes. "Really? What's the cure? I have to find it for CaveClan!"

"Wait," Hazelriver called after Mothshade as she began to move away. "Are - are you all right?" he asked hesitantly. Something appeared to be bothering her.

Nightshade blinked, almost surprised by Flamefur's question. He wanted to get revenge on the pesky CaveClan tom, but he didn't think any of his Clanmates would actually be willing to help. His surprise slipped away quickly, replaced with anticipation of his plan. "I've seen that flea-pelt hunting near the border at sunset often... that would be our best chance at catching him.

Stoatscar blinked, then turned her head away. "Oh... it'll be nice to just be out together, you know?" then she slipped out of the camp entrance. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 01:20, January 17, 2019 (UTC)

Fernsnow purred. "They left the door open, I took my..kits and we left." She said. She remembered that her son, Jasper, had stayed behind.

Mothshade looked Hazelriver. "No, not in the slightest." She murmured. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 02:49, January 18, 2019 (UTC)

Runningstrike purred. "It's been too long since we've done this."

"Your kits?" Creekdew asked. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 02:52, January 18, 2019 (UTC)

Fernsnow peered at the gray tomcat. "Yes." She said softly. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 03:04, January 18, 2019 (UTC)

"That sounded sarcastic," Hazelriver said, light- heartedly.

Stoatscar purred as she trotted through the grass. "It has." She remembered the first time they went out together, and she ran into a tree and got knocked out. Runningpaw had to drag her back to camp and get help from Dewbramble. The thought of her brother hurt, but she recalled how annoying her brother and Runningstrike's rivalry had been, but at the same time she had thought it was hilarious. She also remembered that other time they were out and crazy aunt Talonfang had popped up and mauled her face. Their trips out of camp together were usually full of fun and excitement and she wondered what waited for them this time.

Snapdragon shifted uncomfortably, wincing and letting out a mew when a ripple of pain gripped her belly. "Jaystrike," she said in a gasp. "The kits are coming!" She had never had kits before, but she was pretty confident this feeling of claws tearing at her wasn't normal. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 17:07, January 18, 2019 (UTC)


Creekdew paused, swallowed. He let his gaze fall to his paws. The last time he felt this hurt..he was just a rookie and he got into his first fight with Oilpelt. He felt a pang of sadness remembering his brother. "Are they....they can't be...." he said.

Runningstrike purred. "We've had some good times." he said, guessing his wife was remembering their younger years. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 03:51, January 19, 2019 (UTC)

Fernsnow smiled at the gray warrior with a sorrowful gaze. "I--I don't think they're yours." She told the CaveClan tomcat softly. She hesitated but moved close to press against him. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 04:13, January 19, 2019 (UTC)

Creekdew drew back, not even realizing what he was doing. He didn't know what to say."Where...where are they?" he asked. "And, who was, who was HE?" He remembered being younger; cocky and selfsure, certain he did everything right. Now he just felt like an idiot most of the time. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:17, January 19, 2019 (UTC)

Fernsnow flinched slightly, she had forgotten how much had changed. She turned away,her pelt heating up with sorrow..? "I--I don't know. It's been so long, I only just left." She said. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 04:25, January 19, 2019 (UTC)

Flamefur's amber eyes glowed with a lust for blood, her feathery tail flicking left to right in anxious excitement. She glanced toward the half risen moon, her claws digging deep into the earth as her chest rumbled with a purr. "Perhaps we'll be having a... date... next sunset, then." She joked, those eyes flashing back to the tom with hunger as the fur on her shoulders prickled to a stand. This 'Mayflywing' would be the one truly having a date with her, but it wouldn't be the kind that he would likely enjoy, but instead would be with her claws. Purring in delight at the thought, her eyes sought out the young Mothshade, worried for the young queen's wellbeing.

Softfeather padded toward Autumnpaw and Dawnpaw, the duo anxiously clinging against each other as the final plume of smoke left the apprentice's den. "It's alright, youngsters. You are safe now." She whispered, hearing the word of the fire already as the pulled the two to her chest, wrapping her large plumed tail around them. "I-I thought I was going to die." Autumnpaw mumbled out, only to be silenced by comforting licks from the ex-StormClan warrior. 

"I love you." Purred Stormshade, as he sat down nearby the thicket of the warrior's den, alongside Moontail who had brought them over a fat wood pigeon to share. "Oh hush and eat, you goofball." Moontail replied with tease, her blue visionaries lightening up in delight before she dropped into a crouch to dig into her meal, which Stormshade promptly followed. The two weren't as young as they used to be, and the prospect of kits had become a frequent thought, but the clan was already prospering immensely in size, especially with five queens crowded in the nursery, or at least soon to be. It had put their desires of starting a family on hold, as they knew otherwise there may not be enough prey to go around.

Hollytuft scoffed at the corniness between her sister and her lovebird of a mate, her tail lashing in distaste. Oh beautiful Moontail, getting all she ever wanted. Yeah, right. Her gaze twisted toward Birchface, who cheerily was greeting fellow clanmates as he padded toward the grumpy raven pelted molly, one of his many friends. "Cheer up, Hollytuft. Your time will come." He mewed playfully. "I don't want that! To be sickly mooning over a tom! Waste of time, I say." She coldly shoved off his words of comfort, glaring broodingly toward Silverpelt.

Lioncloud had been padding to the nursery to check in on Snapdragon, who carried her nieces and nephews within her swollen belly. By the time she could poke her head into the den, she heard Snapdragon's frantic mew which sent the tortoiseshell running and yowling for Risingsun, her paws flailing around under her which almost caused her to fall face flat multiple times. "Risingsun! Snapdragon is kitting!" She caterwauled for the medicine cat.

"Creekstar is gonna be so happy to see you, Frostshine! We all thought you were dead, uh-huh! Mama told me and she's never wrong, but I guess this time she got confused! Oh! Speaking of mama!" He chirped, noticing his parents out on a stroll, but didn't have time to disturb them as he quickly had to leg it after Frostshine and Sharptalon, realising they were still headed toward the camp. "Is that so?" Frostshine purred gently to the apprentice before she paused, causing Sharptalon to stop alongside her as the two gaped at the entrance of RockClan, memories flashing in the forefront of their minds. Blinking in confusion, Duskpaw peered around them and almost jumped out of his pelt when the two started walking again. Sharptalon padded first into the camp, Frostshine close to his flank with Duskpaw skipping behind them loyally. The amber eyes of Sharptalon searched the area for threats, watching the mayhem which caused an annoyed exhale to leave his lips. Frostshine, on the other hand, stepped forward in front of her mate, those green visionaries seeking the area for familiar faces. Everything was so different since she was gone. She wondered how the clan would react to her now, as a stranger. Mother of Ferrets 10:57, January 23, 2019 (UTC) 

"Stupid molly?" Fennelpaw echoed the lanky black tom with a threatening growl rumbling in her throat as she sat up from the puddle of water, her soaked fur attempting to spike in rage. "You're the one who kidnapped me from camp!" Speaking up, even if out of defense, wasn't typical of the anxious apprentice. But this- this was born out of fear of what Smokemask may attempt to do to her. Was he going to murder her? What had she ever done to him?

Slatepaw twitched his whiskers coolly as the dark-coated apprentice strode forward with confidence, his head level to his relatively broad shoulders. "There isn't much revealing I need to do." He standed blandly to Smokemask, standing before the warrior before glancing down at Fennelpaw, who returned the gaze with pale eyes round with shock. "Not like I was trying to sneak up on anyone. But it appears I've run into something...personal."

Risingsun was still having those sessions of hacking, leaving Eclipsepaw concerned and more quiet than usual. He was practically mute now, with his gaze hard on the camp's earth as he cruzed onward. Meanwhile, Raccoonmask was helping Honeykit settle in, growing curious of the golden kitten. She was particularly strange. Who was Quartz?Thieving Ferret 01:14, January 24, 2019 (UTC)

Jaystrike streaked to the nursery upon hearing someone announce that his mate was kitting. Oh StarClan, he was to be a father! The gray tabby tomcat huffed and entered to crouch beside Snapdragon. "Hey, I'm here just breathe. Risingsun is coming now." The young warrior crooned to his mate.

Mothshade looked at Hazelriver, her eyes filled with sorrow. "It wasn't." She said dimly, turning away and walking towards the center of the territory. "I--I'm expecting kits." She mumbled, ashamed now of it. Nightshade had been right, she had been immature to go messing around with a CaveClan cat, she just wanted him to see her.

Fernsnow looked at Creekdew. "C--Creekdew?" The tabby warrior watched him with soft, worried eyes. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 03:01, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Nightshade couldn't help but let out a laugh, although he was still angry, Flamefur was lightening his mood and encouraging him with his plan. "We can ambush him," he said eagerly. He narrowed his heterochromatic eyes thoughtfully a snarl appearing on his face. "I don't want to kill him," he stated with a dark tone. "I would like him to suffer and live with the guilt. He can carry a mark and look at it everyday, being reminded of his mistake." He lifted his eyes thoughtfully to the sky. "I would like him to realize he is a flea-pelt for disowning his kits and live with the guilt."

Snapdragon looked up at Jaystrike, pain glazing her green eyes. She gritted her teeth as another wave of pain rippled through her. She tried focusing on the fact that soon, she would have her kits and all the pain would be worth it in the end.

Creekstar busily licked his burned paws, wincing at he lapped over them. His pads were tender and warm to the touch. He wished there was a bunch of snow on the ground he could bury them in. His ears pricked up when he heard Lioncloud announce that Snapdragon's kits were coming, but he remained fixated on his burning paws and began getting lost in thought. How would Orchidbloom's kitting go? Would they lose their kits? He ducked his head lower, terrified of the thought. Be strong and hopeful, he told himself. Everything could turn out all right... just don't get your hopes too high so if things don't go so well you aren't destroyed. His paws hurt and took his mind off of it and made him wonder what started the fire... Creekstar was distracted when a familiar scent touched his nose and his heart began thumping fast with apprehension. He looked up to see the figures of a white and black cat emerge into camp, the cats who had took him in when he and Talonfang were young kits. He stood up, his hurt paws all but forgotten, and stared at them, frozen with shock and he wondered for a moment if he was dying for real this time and they had come to guide him up to the stars. He was about ready to pass out now. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 03:49, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Pink-Eyes pink optics filled with sorrow. "I--I don't think there is one." He said softly. His snowy white tail moving to lightly touch her shoulders.

Jaystrike pressed his nose to her shoulders. "Hang in there." He murmured softly. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 03:52, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Hazelriver inwardly felt shocked. He hadn't seen Mothshade around any toms really, besides her dad Nightshade. Although his surprise died down after a moment when he realized she hadn't been around camp a lot recently. But then his shock rose again when he realized this meant she must have found a mate outside of CaveClan. She didn't appear too excited about the idea. "Kits?" he gaped. He lightly touched his tail tip to her shoulder. "Hey, it'll be all right." He didn't bother asking about the father. It was obvious he wasn't RockClan and and also none of his business. He gave her a sympathetic look form his hazel orbs. "It will be tough raising your kits alone, but I know you'll be a great mother."

Stoatscar stopped beside a maple, blinking fondly at it. "This was my favorite tree to run into," she told Runningstrike. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 04:04, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

"What?" Creekdew asked, fearing her answer.

Runningstrike purred. "My sister and I woukd climb this thing all the time". WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:14, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Mothshade sighed and lashed her creamy tail before she continued forward. "I ask that you don't tell anyone, Nightshade is already furious. My--my brothers don't even know yet."

Fernsnow looked at him, her green gaze soft. "I never stopped loving you but I do understand if you..you want to part ways today." The tabby said softly, her heart braking at the mere thought. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 04:25, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

"I promise I won't," Hazelriver said loyally. "You're their mother, it's up to you."

Stoatscar purred, a pang in her heart when she remembered Waterdrop. She used to be so rebellious and fiery, then grew up to be a strong and wise leader. In the end, it seemed her grief over the loss of Smokestorm took hold of her heart and she got hit by a monster on the Thunderpath. "I miss Waterdrop." —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 04:30, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Mothshade stopped to look at him. "Why do you care?" She asked, it came out harsher than she intended but she wanted to know. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 04:36, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Hazelriver wasn't injured from her harsh tone and didn't flinch away. "I'm your Clanmate. It's my job to care. You are obviously going through a difficult time right now." He blinked kindly. "I'm here if you need me." —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 04:40, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

After all the smoke and craziness, Orchidbloom was feeling a little under the weather. After sending out a final patrol, she sprawled out in front of the warrior's den to take off some of the edge she felt in her only slightly swollen belly. With her only growing age, was this really a good idea? But what choice did they have? All Orchidbloom could do was love them with every last ounce of strength she had until the very end, amd she'd do just that. Soon...they will need names.Thieving Ferret 04:50, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

Green visionaries halted when they fell upon the familiar, sleek black coat of the clan leader, scarred from battle and lives lost. The beat of her heart momentarily failed, before she exhaled out a shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes. Although she had not kitted the tom herself, she had always seen him and even his blood sister, Talonfang, as her own. "Creekfrost?" She mewed, hurrying forward in the direction of the tom, everything else surrounding her non-existent. What she didn't expect, was for a tabby and white tom to spit and bar her from her adopted son. "What do you think you are doing?" Yowled Birchface, as Hollytuft quickly backed him up, her blue visionaries glaring at the small party. "Duskpaw! You have lead intruders to the camp!" She hissed, causing the apprentice to slink back in fear from the bristling of the warriors who were faithfully protecting their leader from what they perceived as intruders. 

Sharptalon's fur prickled, stepping forward to protect his mate and the innocent apprentice who had not lead them, and barely even escorted them to the camp they knew all too well. "Calm down, kit. We've come to see our son." The tom rumbled, his powerful paws lead up to muscular shoulders, his body rippling with muscle and strength. The duo flinched back, but held their ground as they sent uneasy glances back to Creekstar. Softfeather tightened her tail around Autumnpaw and Dawnpaw, as Stormshade and Moontail rose to their paws and warily approached the outsiders, all were too young to recognise the strange cats. 

Momentarily distracted by the mayhem of the camp, Lioncloud paused to eye the gathering of cats, spitting and hissing at each other, before she clicked back into gear, rushing to the medicine den in search of Risingsun. "Risingun?" She mewed, alarmed and in a rush to find the tom. "Please, where are you! Snapdragon is kitting!"

Flamefur's whiskers twitched in delight. "Perhaps we shall scar his face, so every time he looks at himself, he is reminded of what happens when you mess with RockClan?" She mewed out, those amber visionaries narrowing as she sidled closer to Nightshade. "He'll never stop reliving his mistakes then. Everytime a she-cat looks at him, she'll know of his disgusting behavior."

Smokemask hissed at Fennelpaw. "I saved your life, you ditzy mouse!" He spat, thoroughly annoyed by her behaviour in the face of danger. She just froze, and sat there to be smoked out. His predator eyes turned back to the apprentice sized cat, his tail lashing. "You are intruding on RockClan territory. You don't smell of enemy clan, so I'll give you five heartbeats to explain yourself before I shred you into mouse dust!" He warned arrogantly, stalking back and forth with the leaness of his wild cat form. Mother of Ferrets 05:13, January 26, 2019 (UTC)

"I--" Creekdew hesitated. Swallowed, stalling. He looked at his mate.....former mate. Whatever. He remembered all the days and nights he'd missed her, thought she was never coming back, sure he would never see her again and, for all practical purposes, given up hope. Now she was back. He'd be an idiot to just call it off. But, something being idiotic had never stopped him much before, had it? "Look," he said, "I missed you, Fernsnow. You have no idea how much I missed you. And--and I love you. But, I don't know. I mean, it's been so long, and, so much has happened. I just....I don't know."

Runningstrike sighed. "Yeah. She was...she was great." He forced a sad smile. "To be honest, I feel like she and I wasted so much time back then." WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 23:50, February 3, 2019 (UTC)

Lavenderpaw watched her Clanmates and the new cats closely. The two cats didn't seem to be very threatening to her. Windstorm slinked protectively over to the nursery, his ears flicking anxiously as he heard Snapdragon's cries of pain. If a fight broke out, the stress wouldn't be good for her right now. He stood firmly in front of the entrance, and bared his teeth into a snarl at the strange cats. If he had to, he would stay here until his last breath to defend the kitting queen and her arriving kits, along with the others in the nursery. Hollymask slipped past Windstorm and reached Snapdragon's nest. She licked the gray tabby's ears comfortingly. "Keep your breathing nice and steady, don't panic."

With the queens all distracted, Brackenkit sneaked away from his nest. He peered out the entrance curiously. Past Windstorm's tabby and white pelt, he spotted the new cats. Excitement wormed beneath his pelt and he flexed his claws at the thought of defending RockClan. Without another thought, the ginger tomkit shot out of the nursery, and heard the surprised yelp from Windstorm, then more of an annoyed than concerned protest. Brackenkit ignored him and skidded to a halt in front of the weird cats, lifting his nose up and staring them straight in the eyes with a snarl on his kitten face. "Who are you and what are you doing in RockClan's camp?" he demanded, a determined light shining in his forest eyes. He ignored everyone else around him. He wanted to get the answers needed and maybe beat them up to prove to the Clan what a great warrior he was.

Once his shock partially subsided enough to notice his Clanmates, he raised his tail to stop them from advancing. Despite everything happening, he felt warm with love and pride for his Clan for being quick to protect each other. Brackenkit suddenly dashed over and confronted them. "Brackenkit! Get back to the nursery!" Brackenkit didn't seem to hear him, if he did, he was doing a great job of ignoring him. "They are no threat," he addressed his Clanmates, padding forward, and gently pushing Brackenkit away with his tail. "Go back to the nursery," he firmly told the kit. Brackenkit opened his jaws to argue, his dark eyes sparking, but he clearly thought better of arguing with RockClan's leader, and reluctantly turned away. Creekstar regarded Sharptalon and Frostshine with his icy eyes. He remembered the last time he saw them, after the fox got them. Frostshine's beautiful snowy white pelt had been stained red with blood. For a moment, Creekstar was Creekpaw again, standing over the bodies of his adoptive parents in the woods, quivering with terror and guilt with the knowledge that he had brought the fox onto their path. He didn't know what to say to them. They never had the strongest bond from what he remembered. Especially after he was framed for Flightpaw's murder. He had always felt like a massive let down to them while Talonfang had been the golden child. Though despite any bitterness he felt toward them, he still always loved them. They took him and his sister in when they were cold parentless kittens and raised them strong. "You're alive," he managed. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 03:21, February 7, 2019 (UTC)

Fennelpaw narrowed her gleaming optics suspiciously at the shadow-colored tom, ruffling her fur both out of angst and discomfort for being in the situation. "Saved me? You stole me away from camp, probably to bury me in the dirtplace up to my neck! And how, may I ask, did a fire mysteriously start in the middle of camp in a season like this?" Admist her fear for whatever plans Smokemask may have hidden from her, Fennelpaw mustered up the courage to start nagging at him, regardless if he was paying attention to her or not.

Sitting back to coldly scrutinize the defensive tom, Slatepaw sniffed sharply before huffing out his reply, "I thought you 'high and mighty warriors' had a code that prevented your from murdering innocent passerbys?" Unfortunately for RockClan, it seemed that Slatepaw would never outgrow that boyish charm and sharp tongue that belonged to adolescents. "I came to join RockClan, but...maybe my talents are best to be graced upon another Clan."

Rainstorm felt rounder by the day, and shifted anxiously in the nursery as she eyed Orchidbloom from the shade. The deputy was still oblivious to the truth behind the father to Rainstorm's litter, as was almost the entire Clan. Perhaps it was best if this secret was kept...if it could be hidden for much longer. The queen anticipated that the arrival of her kittens would be soon, and she could only pray to StarClan that they didn't have an ounce of resemblance of Thunderblaze.

The deputy rolled lazily onto her side, ignoring the burning sensation in her pelt as she felt Rainstorm's gaze lock onto her. Orchidbloom considered taking a short nap, something long enough to help her regain some strength, yet still short enough to leave her with daytime left to attend to any duties. Yet, she failed to call upon sleep, and instead allowed herself to stare at the wall of the warrior's den. Although I suppose naming kittens is something I'll have to do with Creekstar. But...I still want to name one after a bird. Maybe something like 'Featherkit'...no. Too simple.Thieving Ferret 22:18, March 9, 2019 (UTC)

Stoatscar shook her head, briefly touching her nose to Runningstrike's cheek. "No time was ever wasted. You weren't always there for each other, but that never changed your bond and love. Cherish the moments you had with her, good and bad, and keep them close to your heart." She pulled away, and beckoned him along a little rabbit trail. "Let's go by the Tallrock. It's always super sunny and nice there this time of day. —That's how it happened livin' life by the drop 00:49, March 16, 2019 (UTC)

Mothshade looked at the bicolored tomcat, her frost-hued eyes searching his features. "You barely know me." She replied but in a slightly nicer tone. Her tail twitching at the thought that someone actually cared about her feelings. Nightshade certainly didn't or that's what it felt like. The creamt-white queen looked at him assessing his reaction to her statement.

Fernsnow lifted a paw, as though to comfort Creekdew but she truly didn't know how. She didn't know how many nights she'd ached to join him at the border again, she was lucky she had survived. She bowed her head, almost in sorrow at his response. Her own sorrow feeling her chest as he spoke.

Cinnamonstrike slipped through the trees, the tortie she-cat bouncing from rock to rock across the stream. She was always getting more curious by the day, wanting to explore farther than just beyond RockClan or any of the Clans. She spotted Codfin not to far ahead eyeing the borders as though he was timing what time he'd dart across. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 07:58, March 17, 2019 (UTC)

Smokemask promptly ignored Fennelpaw, she didn't understand and never would the inner workings of his mind, the eternal confliction between his civilized domestic side and the wild blood in his veins. "Trespassing upon clan territory causes means to hold strong and defensive, after all, you could be a rogue scout trying to collect information for an organised attack." The tom narrowed his sunset orange orbs, shifting himself so his large form blocked Fennelpaw from view. He was strongly possessive of the molly, and the healing scratch across her cheek was a sign of that. He needed her, to possess her and own her, a worthy female that would be the only one who could give him strong kits. It was for the good of the clan, after all, strong kits would become unbeatable warriors that would protect their borders with tooth and claw. He purred in delight at the thought of it.

Softfeather relaxed around the young apprentices, her guard settling when she saw the signal from Creekstar. Curiously, the two apprentices peaked from the squirrel tail of Softfeather, ears perked curiously toward the strangers. 

Immediately Hollytuft bounced back when Creekstar showed his acceptance of the intruders' presence. Birchface close to her side, as her visionaries remained narrowed, pelt prickling with discontent. Unlike her clan mates who showed the suffering of Leaf-bare, her belly had remained slightly swollen, which was starting to raise suspicions among her fellow clan mates, especially experienced queens. Some even rumored that she and Birchface were secretly mates, despite the fact Hollytuft certainly did not hold romantic attachment to her tom sidekick. 

Moontail and Stormshade packed off, but the smoke tom still held a defensive position near his mate, distrust blazing in his eyes. Ushering his delicate molly away, the tom always kept an ear in the direction of his leader, fiercely loyal and prepared to protect the tom if required.

Lioncloud purred in delight as she watched the small kittens knead at their mother's belly. She had spent lots of quality time within the nursery, keeping a close eye on her brother's mate and litter. One of which held her heart was a tiny, fragile she-kit named Honeykit, whose pale green eyes held a certain warmth within them. The warrior rose to her paws, and gave Snapdragon a warm lick on her forehead, before exiting the nursery. 

Honeykit blinked as she watched her aunt leave, mewling in discontent. "Mama, why can't Lioncloud stay?" She questioned innocently, stumbling back to the warmth of Snapdragon, her large eyes full of naivety to the world around her. All she knew was inside of the nursery.

During their time in StarClan, the duo had watched the events with keen eyes, their heartbreaking with each betrayal, and their spirits singing with each victory. Although they lost most of their knowledge from their time in StarClan, one thing remained within them and that was their pride for their adopted kit. Although they weren't given life once more for Creekstar, Frostshine ferociously demanded that they returned to RockClan, and continue to watch over the tom who clawed his way to the top and earned such love from his clan. Frostshine padded toward her tom, her amused visionaries momentarily lingering on the retreating kit who held the courage of LionClan, before returning her focus to Creekstar. "Thank StarClan." She mewed at the irony of those words, her green visionaries blinking.

Duskpaw crouched low, his eyes holding bewilderment at all that was going on. Quickly, he rose to his paws and skittered past Creekstar, hiding behind the leader with large eyes of concern. The hostility he was welcomed with shook the naive apprentice, who still held behaviours of a foolish kit.

Parsleyheart was sleeping in the warrior's den when the commotion awoken her. Rising to her paws, the warrior yawned as she exited the den, her mismatched gaze holding confusion as she blinked away sleep.

Mother of Ferrets 01:22, March 18, 2019 (UTC)

Creekdew drew back, but then stopped. "What are you...Are you going to come back to the Clans?" he asked her. He didn't know what everything would be like for the two of them going forward. How could they go back to having a relationship, like nothing had ever happened, when it had been so long? But--maybe....maybe they could try. Maybe.

Runngstrike shook away his thoughts of his sister the best he could. "Yeah, we should," he said, he remembered many times, as an apprentice, he'd gone to play by the Tallrock, weather he was allowed or wasn't. "We used to go down there a lot, didn't we?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 05:18, March 19, 2019 (UTC)

"I--I have to. I have a daughter there." She replied with a sad look on her face. She ached to be curl3d up beside him but her daughter came first. She had already lost her son that had come here with her.

Moonflower slipped through the undergrowth, the queen was wearing down weary - Skye followed behind her loyally, genuinely worried for his exhausted mother. "M--Mother you shohld rest." {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 06:30, March 19, 2019 (UTC)