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Aliegences

LnyxClan

Leaders:

Head Leader: Toadstar- A dark brown mackerel tabby tom cat. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Shorter legs but with wide shoulders and body.

Spottedstar - A black tom cat with white spots dotting his back, sides, and tail. White paws, chest fur, and underbelly. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Average build with a fluffy tail. Ear tufts.

Briarstar - A cream-colored molly. She has dark cream spots along her back, white chest fur, and underbelly. Brown eyes. Long fur. Tall, with a longer-than-average tail.

Rabbitstar - A light brown tom cat with a single dark brown stripe that goes down his back and tail. Green eyes. Medium fur. Skinny build and a short tail.

Fernstar - A white-cream classic tabby molly with darker cream stripes. Amber eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around her neck. Average stature and build.

Deputies:

Deputy of Toadstar: Batpelt - An all-black tom cat with white paws and white stripes by his eyes. Amber eyes. Short fur. Large bat-like ears, and a skinny frame. Ear tufts.

Deputy of Spottedstar: Muddystorm - A dark brown tom with even darker spots going down his back, sides, and tail. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Large powerful legs and a larger build.

Deputy of Briarstar: Foxstripe - A molly with an orange overcoat, a light cream undercoat, and chest fur. Darker classic tabby stripes along her body. Deep blue eyes. Medium fur. She is large, with a daunting frame.

Deputy of Rabbitstar: Moonspots - A gray molly with dark gray to black patches covering her back, sides, and tail. Front paws are also this color. Icy blue eyes. Medium fur. Ear tufts. Apprentice: Petalpaw

Deputy of Fernstar: Seaheart - A deep bluish-gray tom with a light bluish-gray tail tip. Dark blue eyes. Short fur. Fluffy tail and large paws.

Medicine cats:

Head Medicine Cat: Stonedust - A mottled gray molly with dark gray to black patches covering her tail and back. Blue eyes. Short fur. Fluffy tail. Ear tufts.

Ripplerun - An all-white molly with a few small gray patches on her face and down her back. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Short bob tail. Soft and rounded ears and facial features.

Quicktulip - A white molly with large black patches covering her body. Green eyes. Short fur. A larger body with a longer-than-average tail. Apprentice: Squirrelpaw

Cypresspond - A brownish-gray tom cat with darker gray paws going halfway up his legs. Light blue eyes. Short fur. Small frame, with short legs.

Elmfern - An orange mist marble tabby tom with dark orange paws. Deep green eyes. Short fur. Long and gangly legs. Apprentice: Sootpaw

Hareflight - A light orange tom cat with cream-colored paws, under belly, chest fur, and tail tip. Darker orange speckles litter his back. Deep blue eyes. Medium-length fur. Longer than average whiskers and bigger ears. Ear tufts.

Aldernight - A dark orange-red tom with white paws, chest fur, and underbelly fur. Green eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around his neck. Ear tufts. Short.

Warriors:

Starkdaisy - A beige-cream molly with light-cream spots going down her back. Orange goes up from her paws to about halfway up her legs. Brown eyes. Medium fur. Large back legs. Ear tufts.

Murkywater - A dark brown ticked tabby molly. Light brownish-cream paws, chest fur, and underbelly. Amber eyes.

Jaggedrock - A dark gray tom with a silver muzzle and tail tip. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Tall limbs and long ears.

Barksun - A bright orange tom cat with an orange cream under the belly and chest fur. Darker orange paws, and a patch on his face. Blue eyes. Short fur. Long tail and big stature.

Weaselfur - A dark orange molly with large brown patches covering her back, sides, and tail. White front paws. Green eyes. Short fur. Pointed ears and wide legs.

Ivyclaw - A light gray tom with darker gray patches all over his body. Black ear tips. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Wide shoulders and tall limbs. Fluffy tail and face.

Raccoonpelt - A brownish-gray molly with black and white markings by her eyes. Dark gray stripes on her tail. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Rounded ears. Ear tufts. Short build, but has wide and powerful legs. Apprentice: Chestnutpaw

Eveningtalon - A dark orange-brown tom with a lighter orange stripe on the bottom side of his tail. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Long stalky legs with a skinny frame and stature. Fluffy face and tail.

Bramblepelt - A dark gray mackerel tabby tom with a white-tipped tail. Multiple snaggle teeth stick out even when his mouth is closed. Some healed scars around his jaw. The left ear is torn. Blue eyes. Short fur. Massive build with wide shoulders and powerful limbs. Small and pointed ears.

Breezespiral - A very light whitish-gray molly with a distinctive gray swirl that curls on her left and right sides. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Short but fluffy tail. Ear tufts. Small paws.

Shellfern - A cream tom with brownish-orange paws, tail, and ears. One rouge orange patch on his face. Bright yellow eyes. Medium fur. Long limbs. Ear tufts. Apprentice: Thistlepaw

Ravenpounce - A brown mackerel tabby tom. White paws and underbelly. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Shorter legs, but still maintains wide shoulders and body.

Beachsky - A deep bluish-gray molly with small silver patches down her back and sides. A white spot on her chest tail tip. Brown eyes. Medium fur. Large ears and small stature. Apprentice: Snailpaw

Lakeroot - Bluish-silver tom with white chest fur, underbelly, under his tail, and paws. Brown eyes. Short fur. Small muzzle and small ears. Short tail. Apprentice: Hazelpaw

Wolfspeck - A bluish and dark gray molly. Large white patches litter her body. Yellow eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around her neck. Ear tufts.

Adderwatcher - A bright yellow molly with a much darker mask-like shape on her face. Dark yellow legs. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Average build with a short tail. Rounded ears. Mane-like fluff around her neck.

Birchsnow - An all-white tom cat with dark gray spots along his back, sides, and tail. Green eyes. Medium fur. Mane-like fluff around his neck. Ear tufts.

Doveshade - A dark gray tom cat with black spots covering his head, sides, back, and tail. White front paws and patches on the front of his face. Light yellow eyes. Short fur. Fluffy face and shorter legs. Ear tufts.

Cherrystalk - A whitish-gray molly with some darker gray patches covering his body. Icy blue eyes. Short fur. Long ears and thin muzzle. Apprentice: Moosepaw

Leopardstream - A yellow-cream-colored tom cat with orange leopard-like spots down his sides and back. Dark brown paws. Green eyes. Medium fur. Strong and powerful legs.

Thornfur - A deep yellow broken classic tabby molly. Black ears. Blue eyes. Short fur. Large build, with a long tail.

Cedarjump - A dark brown tom with darker brown spots down his back and tail. Darker brown paws, tail tip, ears, and patch on the muzzle. Green eyes. Medium fur. Long legs with wide shoulders.

Brightsun - A white tom with light ginger patches on his back, tail, and front paws. Dark ginger speckles within the ginger patches. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Broad shoulders and large body. Ear tufts.

Curlycloud - A white molly with large patches of black and gray covering her back, sides, tail, and legs. Blue eyes. Long fur. Fluffy face and fluffy tail. Short muzzle. Ear tufts.

Whitestripe - A light gray tom cat with a bright white stripe that goes down his back and tail. White patch between his eyes. White paws. Blue eyes. Short fur. Average build with short legs.

Drifthawk - A dark orange tom with lighter orange patches down his back, sides, legs, and tail. Green eyes. Medium fur. Large build, wide muzzle, and small ears. Apprentice: Lightpaw

Staghorn - A cream-colored molly with large dark brown splotches on the back, tail, legs, and head. A dark brown stripe on her muzzle from her nose to the center of her face. Amber eyes. Short fur. Average height, with strong powerful front legs.

Brightbrook - A bright orange tabby molly with white paws. White patches on her tail. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Small stature but a long body.

Quietshade - A tortoiseshell molly. White paws, chest fur, underbelly fur, and under her tail. Blue eyes. Long fur. Wide head with a narrow body.

Honeynose - A golden cream tom with white paws. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Long tail and tall limbs with a skinny body frame.

Dewfire - A molly with a light creamish and orange color. Darker orange patches on her tail, sides, and head. Green eyes. Long fur. Incredibly fluffy all over, no matter how long she grooms. Ear tufts.

Rapidwater - A light grayish-blue classic tabby molly. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Ear tufts. Short tail.

Fallenblossom - A white molly with small dark ginger and black splotches on her legs, back, and tail. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail and a bigger nose. Apprentice: Rainpaw

Deershadow - A dark brown molly with a light brownish-gray undercoat and paws. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Narrow build.

Butternutpelt - A brown tom with dark brown legs. Half of his face is bright orange. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Average build. Torn ears. Apprentice: Marigoldpaw

Swiftstreak - A gray molly with lighter gray paws. A deep and long scar on her left side. Icy blue eyes. Long fur. Mane-like fluff around her neck. Rounded ears.

Crowclaw - An all-black tom cat. Deep blue eyes. Medium fur. Large paws and a fluffy tail. Apprentice: Tawnypaw

Fastflurry - An all-white molly. Yellow eyes. Long fur. Mane-like fluff around her neck. Large frame.

Lionleap - A bright yellow mackerel tabby tom. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Mane-like fluff around his neck. Massive frame, body, and limbs. Ear tufts.

Goldenstorm - A pale yellow tom cat with lighter patches on his back, sides, and tail. Brown eyes. Short fur. Tall with a thinner frame. Ear tufts. Apprentice: Snakepaw

Shrewfur - A light brown molly with black paws, tail tip, and ears. Green eyes. Long fur. Shorter legs with a small frame. Exceptionally long tail. Round ears. Apprentice: Strawberrypaw

Fishfin - A tom with a brown overcoat and a whitish-beige undercoat. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Small and skinny frame. Narrow shoulders. Crooked whiskers.

Littlebranch - A light gray tom cat with darker gray patches covering his body. White undercoat and tail tip, white paws, and white chest fur. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Shorter legs and a skinnier frame, yet a longer tail.

Ashtail - A gray molly with dark gray ash-like specks on her tail. White chest fur and underbelly. Blue eyes. Short fur. Fluffy tail and small ears. Large paws.

Darkmist - A gray mackerel tabby tom. Light gray paws. Dark gray ear tips. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Pointy ears and tail.

Sprucefur - A light brown tom with a cream muzzle. Cream chest fur, underbelly, and under the tail. Amber eyes. Short fur. Long legs and large ears.

Amberblossom - A tom cat with a very light cream-colored pelt. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Ear tufts. Long muzzle. Apprentice: Mottlepaw

Gingerleaf - A light orange molly with darker orange patches. Her left paw is completely covered in this color. A few dark orange speckles and stripes litter her body. Green eyes. Medium-length fur. Shorter than the average tail. Ear tufts. Apprentice: Stormpaw

Berryfall - A light brown molly with a dark brown muzzle, legs, and tail tip. Green eyes. Short fur. Long limbs and a skinny body. Long and thin ears. Apprentice: Volepaw

Tigereyes - A dark brown classic tabby molly. White came up from her paws to about halfway up her legs. One eye is a deep green, the other eye is a deep blue. Medium fur. Large body and large legs. Shorter tail.

Applecoat - A dark orange tabby tom with lighter orange paws, chest fur, and underbelly. Brown eyes. Long fur. Wide shoulders and a long tail.

Badgerclaw - A gray mackerel tabby tom. White paws. Green eyes. Short fur. Longer than average claws, and a larger frame and stature.

Cloudyrain - A dark gray tom with even darker spots that cover his head, back, sides, and tail. Lighter gray front paws and patch on the muzzle. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail. Apprentice: Maplepaw

Silvershade - A silver mist marble tabby molly with white paws and chest fur. Blue eyes. Short fur. A bit thin, but not unhealthy.

Dustcloud - A dark grayish-brown tom with a few black spots that went down his back. A small flash of white on his chest. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Mane-like fluff around his neck. Ear tufts. Average build with a thick midsection. Apprentice: Firepaw

Acornsting - A black tom with white ears, chest fur, underbelly, paws, and tail tip. Green eyes. Long fur. Average build with small ears and a long tail.

Mothleap - A white molly with light gray paws. Light gray classic tabby markings. Dark green eyes. Medium fur. A larger body with thinner legs. Apprentice: Lilypaw

Mossheart - A white molly with black spots covering her back, sides, and tail. Black paws. Green eyes. Medium fur. Short limbs. Fluffy tail.

Apprentices:

Medicine cats

Squirrelpaw - A dark brownish-gray molly with white paws. Darker brownish-gray spots cover the back, sides, and tail. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail and smaller ears.

Sootpaw - A dark gray tom with black spots running down his back. White paws, tail tip, and ear tips. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Narrow body with skinny legs. Short and thick tail.

Warriors

Lightpaw - A light gray molly with dark gray patches going down her back and tail. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Fluffy tail and small ears. Small paws and legs.

Thistlepaw - A light gray tom with slightly darker gray legs. Dark gray ears. Blue eyes. Short fur. Fluffy tail and large ears. Large paws and stature.

Maplepaw - A pale cream molly. Orange spots along her back. Brown eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around her neck. Ear tufts.

Moosepaw - A brown mackerel tabby tom. White paws. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Long legs and wide body.

Chestnutpaw - A dark brown tom with darker brown patches covering his back and tail. White chest fur. Green eyes. Medium fur. Long legs and a narrow body. Ear tufts.

Volepaw - A diluted brown tom with dark grayish-brown patches covering his whole body. White muzzle. Green eyes. Medium fur. Long legs and an average build. Fluffy tail.

Snailpaw - A dark brown tom with a lighter gray undercoat. Brown patches on his tail and sides. Brown muzzle. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Small pointed ears, and a fluffy tail.

Hazelpaw - A golden brown classic tabby molly. Green eyes. Medium fur. Mane-like fluff that goes around her neck. Broad frame and large paws.

Strawberrypaw - A dark ginger-red tom with a few black specks dotted on his back and tail. A white flash of fur on his chest. Deep green eyes. Medium fur. Wide muzzle and oversized ears. Shorter limbs.

Stormpaw - A black tom with a front right white paw, white tail tip, underbelly, and muzzle. Deep blue eyes. Long fur. A fluffy tail and bigger than average paws.

Snakepaw - An all-black tom cat with white paws, a tail, and a small patch on his chest. Yellow eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around his neck.

Lilypaw - An all-white molly with a black spot over her left eye, and a black tail. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail with larger paws and frame.

Firepaw - A dark orange classic tabby tom. Blue eyes. Medium fur. Long tail. Ear tufts.

Marigoldpaw - A molly with a gray overcoat and a whitish-beige undercoat. Amber eyes. Short fur. Mane-like fluff around her neck. Large body.

Tawnypaw - A dark brown tom with tortoiseshell markings. White chest fur and underbelly. White muzzle. Amber eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and mane-like fluff around his neck. Large ears. Ear tufts.

Petalpaw - A light gray molly with darker gray paws. Amber eyes. Short fur. Long legs and tail.

Rainpaw - An all-gray tom cat with white paws. Green eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and many whiskers. Ear tufts.

Mottlepaw - A brownish-gray tom cat with a few darker spots on his face. Dark brown front paws. Dark brown stripe along the top of his tail. Amber eyes. Short fur. Short legs and stature.

Queens:

Brindlestride (Mate: Eveningtalon) - A white molly with large orange patches down her back, tail, legs, and head. Blue eyes. Short fur. Rounder body, short and small. Kits: Palekit - A white molly with orange patches covering her body. Blue eyes. Short fur. Long tail and ears. Redkit - A silver tabby tom with dark ginger legs and paws. Green eyes. Long fur. Tall for a kit his age, with a fluffy tail.

Sunspots (Mate: Ravenpounce) - A dark black tortoiseshell molly with dark red and white patches covering her body. Dark red tail. Green eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and ear tufts. Kits: Smolderkit - a dark black classic tabby tom. Dark red tail, white paws, underbelly, and chest fur. Amber eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and ear tufts. Frostkit - an all-white molly with dark brown ears, paws, and tail tip. Green eyes. Medium fur. Short for a kit of her age. Needlekit - A brown classic tabby tom. White underbelly, chest fur, and paws. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail and wide shoulders. Ear tufts.

Mistfeather (Mate: Seaheart) - A dark gray ticked tabby molly. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Smaller posture but with longer legs. Kits: Pigeonkit - A dark gray ticked tabby molly. Lighter gray front paws, underbelly fur, and chest fur. Blue eyes. Long fur. Fluffy tail and long legs. Slatekit - A darkish blue-gray tom with darker gray spots down his back, sides, legs, and tail. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Fluffy tail and an average build.

Willowheart (Mate: Sprucefur) - A black molly with dark brown splotches covering her back, sides, and tail. Amber eyes. Short fur. Long legs with a wider build. Kits: Tinykit - A pale gray tom cat with dark brown and black splotches covering his back, tail, and legs. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Shorter legs with a very small body.

Morningsky (Mate: Ivyclaw) - A pale yellow molly with light orange-yellow patches covering her body. White chest fur. Blue eyes. Long fur. Short and round muzzle. Short tail. Wide shoulders and stature. Kits: Hailkit - A silver-gray tom with a white undercoat. A single black spot on his right ear. Blue eyes. Medium fur. A short muzzle and a fluffy tail. Berrykit - A deep yellow tom with bright orange patches that cover his body. White paws. Green eyes. Medium fur. Sharp and pointed ears. Large statue. Beekit - A pale cream-yellow molly with white ears and front paws. Blue eyes. Long fur. Round muzzle and round ears.

Meadowleaves (Mate: Shellfern) - A brown molly with dark brown leaf-shaped patches on her back, sides, and tail. White legs with black paws. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Powerful legs. Large build. Broad shoulders. Kits: Pikekit, A light brown tom with a dark brown tail. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Long legs and wide shoulders. Brookkit - A white molly with a few light brown patches on her back, sides, and tail. Blue eyes. Short fur. Average build. Large paws. Ear tufts.

Apricot (Mate: None) - A bright peach-orange molly, with white from her paws to halfway up her legs. White underbelly. Green eyes. Short fur. Narrow shoulders. Short legs.

Shortwhisker (Mate: Spottedstar) - A light pale-golden molly with cream legs and tail. Her front left paw is white. Brown eyes. Medium fur. Small build, with short legs. Short whiskers.

Fawnfall (Mate: None) - A gray molly with light gray patches covering her whole body. Blue eyes. Long fur. Long and fluffy tail. Fluffy face. Ear tufts.

Robinfeather (Mate: None) - A light brown molly with dark ginger-red chest fur and underbelly. Dark brown paws. Yellow eyes. Short fur. Large, pointed ears. Fluffy chest fur.

Elders:

Pinestreak - A dark brown ticked tabby tom. Light brown paws and muzzle. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Crooked tail and a fluffy face.

Leaftail - A pale gray tom cat with darker gray spots covering his back, sides, and tail. White paws. Green eyes. Medium fur. Gangly legs and a large scar that goes down his right side.

Dayfrost - A light orange mackerel tabby molly. A white circular patch covers her right eye. Brown eyes. Short fur. A burn scar covers her back left flank. Short limbs. Ear tufts.

Sagecreek - A pale yellow molly with creamish-brown patches down her back and tail. Her back paws are brown. Green eyes. Short fur. Small muzzle. Small ears. Average build.

Talltree - A black tom with a white tail. White chest fur. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Mane-like fluff covers his neck. Long tail. Extremely long limbs and skinny frame. Ear tufts.

Copperberry - A russet orange tom with black ears. Yellow eyes. Medium fur. Torn left ear. Wide shoulders and large build. Short legs.

Adderpelt - A white-beige tom with a black stripe that goes down his back and tail. Green eyes. Short fur. Long body. Short limbs. Narrow shoulders.

Badgerfur - A molly with black stripes by her eyes. A completely white face. A light gray body, sides, tail, and black legs. Amber eyes. Medium fur. Long and wide muzzle. Ear tufts. Short bob tail. Mane-like fluff around her neck.

Chapter Text

Stonedust glanced up at the nearly full moon that glimmered high in the night sky. The stars twinkled, and a low light seemed to illuminate the camp below. A nearly full moon for a leadership ceremony. What a special occasion.

The molly grabbed the bundle of traveling herbs between her jaws. Toadskip would need these to make it to the Mooncrater, though it was more ceremonial than anything.

LynxClan’s camp was towards the center of a vast forest, where the trees seemed to thin out a bit, opening up into a wide clearing. Sandy dirt littered the floor of the clearing. A few rocks were dotted along the edges. Next to the rocks were cat dens. Small bushes that had a narrow opening, and brambles that had been woven together to create tight-nit walls.

“Stonedust!”

Stonedust turned to meet the face of Toadskip. He was a dark brown mackerel tabby tom, with piercing yellow eyes. The deputy’s tail flicked irritably.

“Are you ready yet?” Toadskip asked. Stonedust simply nodded.

Stonedust placed the leaf wrap of herbs on the ground. “You’ll need to eat these traveling herbs.” She then turned away from the tom and gazed at the stars. Have you arrived in StarClan Cherrystar? Will you be there at the ceremony tonight? She wondered. Windwhistle hadn’t told her much about the leadership ceremony.

Stonedust heard Toadskip lick up the herbs. “These taste awful.” He paused for a moment. “Don’t you have any herbs that taste good?” He asked jokingly.

The gray and black molly didn’t respond. Instead, she gestured with a paw towards the entrance. Toadskip growled. “You’re impossible.” Before he dashed out of the camp.

Stonedust sighed. StarClan give me strength! If Toadskip was going to become leader, Stonedust hoped that the tabby would wisen up and act more mature.

She followed in the paw steps of Toadskip, and quickly caught up with the brown tom. Toadskip’s anger had receded, his eyes were cold and calculating.

The near-full moon lit up the forest. Crickets chirped in the shrubbery. The forest was heavily packed with trees of all shapes and sizes. Mighty oaks that towered high above, skinny birches that swayed in the wind, and hardened spruces that were as still as mountains.

“So… What exactly happens at this ceremony?” Toadskip asked.

Stonedust took in a breath. “Well, you’ll receive nine lives, and I’m pretty sure Cherrystar will be there.” Toadskip perked up at the mention of the leader he served.

“Really? That’ll be good. I’d love to speak with her one last time.” He said. There was genuine affection in his eyes for the recently deceased leader.

“Will any other cats be there?” Toadskip asked. Stonedust shrugged.

“I’m not sure. All Windwhistle said is that the previous leader usually gives a life to their deputy.” Stonedust said simply. She had a sinking suspicion about what Toadskip was really looking for. When the brown tabby spoke again, Stonedust’s thought was confirmed.

“Even a kit?” Toadskip asked.

Stonedust couldn’t answer him. How would she know if kits could be at leader ceremonies? I’ve never done this before.

“Possibly.” Was all she said. The answer didn’t satisfy Toadskip.

“Well, where else would Amberkit be? Why wouldn’t he show up to my ceremony?” Toadskip asked.

“StarClan works in mysterious ways. I can’t guarantee anything.” Stonedust said. She had never comforted a grieving cat before. I suppose I’ll have to learn eventually in order to be a good medicine cat.

“Besides, even if he doesn’t appear, Ravenkit is still with us in the living world. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see his older brother become one of the leaders.” Stonedust said.

Toadskip only grunted in response, leaving the two to pad along in silence. They had finally reached the Great Rock. It towered above even the tallest of cats, with a covering of moss on its top. I wonder if any cat has tried to climb it? Stonedust thought.

“This way.” Stonedust gestured to her left. The exact location of the Mooncrater wasn’t given to the average warrior. Only leaders and medicine cats knew where to find it.

Toadskip said nothing, only nodding his head in acknowledgment. As the two cats traveled onward, Toadskip spoke up, “How important do you think leadership is?”

Stonedust stopped for a brief moment, the question catching her completely off guard. What kind of a question is that? She thought. Was Toadskip having second thoughts about becoming a leader?

“Why do you ask?” Stonedust responded. She kept her voice steady and cool.

Toadskip merely shrugged. “I just want to know what most cats think of the leaders. What kind of reputation will I have? What will my legacy be?” He asked.

“Are you sure you want to become a leader?” Stonedust asked. She couldn’t let Toadskip become a leader of LynxClan if he wasn’t fully committed. I’m sure some other cat could take over.

Toadskip bristled. “Of course I do! Don’t you know anything about me!” He shouted.

“Keep your voice down. You’ll wake the whole Clan from here.” Stonedust responded simply. It was not the right thing to say, as Toadskip only got angrier. Stonedust prepared for a new tirade from the tom. I’m used to not being respected. Especially by him. She thought.

Instead, Toadskip’s anger suddenly rescinded. He seemed to realize something, as his yellow eyes lightened and a smirk spread across his face. Stonedust could feel her heart rate increase. What could he possibly be thinking?

“You know Stonedust, as a medicine cat, you’ll never have a mate and kits.” He said. Stonedust nodded.

“I knew that when I took the position.” She said. How dense did he think she was?

“It’s just… so sad, is all,” Toadskip said. Before Stonedust could ask what he was getting at, the brown tabby continued. “You’ll never find any cat who’ll love you. When I become leader, every cat will worship me as much as they do StarClan. But you? You’ll be forgotten to the sands of time in the blink of an eye. You are nothing.”

With that, Toadskip turned away from Stonedust, and trotted on toward the Mooncrater, not giving the molly a chance to respond. Toadskip had said much worse to her, but still, Stonedust couldn’t help but feel sad at the tom’s cruel words. Stop thinking about that. About him. Just focus on what you have to do and get this over with.

Toadskip was long out of her sight, having reached the Mooncrater by now. The Whitestone was illuminated brightly in the moonlight. The dirt and ash dipped beneath Stonedust’s paws, as she finally entered the sacred ground.

Stonedust approached Toadskip. The brown tabby tom showed no signs of irritation or anger from earlier. He was focused on the beauty of the Whitestone, not even looking at Stonedust as he asked, “So, how does this work?”

Stonedust didn’t respond for a moment. She had something far more important on her mind. “You’re wrong.” Was all she said.

Toadskip cocked his head as he faced her, confusion showing in his eyes. “What?” He asked.

“You will never be as worshiped as StarClan is. To even think you’re comparable to the might of our ancestors is foolish.” She said simply.

As she turned away from Toadskip, she heard a sickening chuckle from the tom. “We’ll see about that.”

Chapter Text

“Hey! Come on Smolderkit! I wanna play!”

Smolderkit could hear the high-pitched cry of his littermate, Frostkit. The mostly white molly had shaken him awake. “How early is it?” Smolderkit mumbled out. Before Frostkit could respond, he turned over on his opposite side and snuggled deeper in his moss bed.

“Well, the dawn patrols have already left.” Frostkit responded. Her voice had softened considerably from when she had first woken him. Smolderkit hesitated. Should they really be going out this early? He turned to look at his mother, Sunspots. The tortoiseshell molly was fast asleep. I don’t think we should wake her, Smolderkit thought.

“You can go on without me.” Smolderkit said. He was about to close his eyes when he heard a loud sigh come from the right of Frostkit. Needlekit! He had barely noticed his brown brother amongst the dark bracken of the den. “I told you not to bother, Frostkit,” Needlekit said. He continued with “Smolderkit never wants to do anything fun.”

Before Smolderkit could respond, Needlekit darted away and called “Come on!” before he slipped out of the nursery exit hole. Frostkit gave him a sympathetic glance, before quickly following in the paw steps of Needlekit. I’m all alone, he thought.

Smolderkit did his best to fall back asleep, but his mind was plagued with thoughts. He did fun things. Needlekit doesn’t know what he’s talking about, he thought. Despite his efforts, he continued to twist and turn.

“Hey, mama?” Smolderkit asked. He gently shook Sunspots with his front paw. The large molly groaned, and slowly blinked open her eyes. “What is it?” she mumbled.

Smolderkit struggled to put his thoughts to words. How could he explain it to his mother? After a few moments, Sunspots let out a small sigh, and asked, “It’s pretty early. Why don’t you try to go back to sleep.” She then closed her eyes. Smolderkit padded forward a bit and curled up right next to Sunspots. The fur on her belly was soft, and Smolderkit found himself drifting into sleep.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Smolderkit finally left the nursery. He was shortly followed by Sunspots. His mother had slept with him the whole time. I’m lucky she’s my mom, he thought.

The camp was filled with queens, elders, and kits, as most of the warriors and apprentices were out of camp. Brindlestride and her kits, Palekit and Redkit, were by the meager remains of the fresh-kill pile. “I hope the hunting patrols get back soon.” Brindlestride remarked. Palekit puffed out her chest fur “Don’t worry mama! We’re going to be apprentices soon. Once we are, the fresh-kill pile will never be empty!”

“Yeah! We’ll fight badgers and foxes!” Redkit chimed in. Of course, Smolderkit thought. Warriors were the backbone of Clan society. Not only were they important, but they were fun! I bet if I lead my littermates out on a secret warrior mission, they’d eat their words!

“Frostkit, Needlekit! Come here please.” Sunspots yelled. Smolderkit did his best to remain calm. He knew kits weren’t supposed to leave camp. But this is different, he thought. He was strong. Smolderkit knew he and his littermates could handle themselves.

Frostkit and Needlekit had arrived shortly after Sunspots called for them. Their mother dropped a fat mouse for the three of them to share, while she herself picked out a vole. As his littermates settled and started to eat, Smolderkit whispered just barely loud enough for them to hear, “Wanna do something fun?”

Frostkit’s green eyes widened, and she vigorously nodded her head. Needlekit didn’t look as convinced, but didn’t stop him when he continued “We should sneak out of camp and catch some prey! We’ll show everyone what powerful warriors we’ll be. It’ll be a fun adventure.” Frostkit’s previously excited eyes quickly turned to fear, but before she could voice her opinion, Needlekit interjected “I don’t think you can catch anything.”

Smolderkit froze. Just because I don’t have a front leg, doesn’t mean I can’t hunt… does it? Smolderkit had been born without a front right leg. It didn’t bother him at all. He was always able to run around and play with his littermates. The problem was mostly how other cats treated him. The suspiciously long stares and the whispers when he was out of sight stuck to him like a tick.

I’ll catch more prey than you know what to do with! Smolderkit thought. He would show Needlekit that he was the best hunter in the whole forest! “Oh, I’ll catch prey. So much that you’ll be stuffed for a moon!” The way Needlekit snorted at him made Smolderkit think that the comeback hadn’t come out as intimidating as he thought.

Sunspots looked over at her kits. Oh no! In his haste to tease Needlekit back, he had forgotten that this was supposed to be a secret warrior mission. “What are you three talking about?” Sunspots asked. Her casual tone made Smolderkit relax a tiny bit.

“Mossball.” Needlekit responded coolly. He took one more bite from the mouse, before standing up and continuing with “I’ll go get some moss!” as he darted away. Sunspots rolled her eyes and murmured something that Smolderkit couldn't hear before going back to her vole.

That was close, Smolderkit thought. He looked at Frostkit and whispered, “Well, what do you say?” Frostkit shook her head “You’re crazy, but I don’t want to be left out. I guess I’ll join in.”

Smolderkit beamed. This is going to be so much fun.

The crescent moon was high in the sky, it's light shimmering down and illuminating the camp. The bracken of the nursery shuffled a bit, and Needlekits head poked out. He looked around, and smelt the air, before quietly calling “All clear!”

Perfect, thought Smolderkit. As soon as Needlekit slipped out of the nursery, Frostkit quickly followed in his paw steps. Smolderkit cast one last glance at the form of his sleeping mother, giving one final consideration of his plan. No, He thought I need to do this.

He flicked his left ear and then headed out of the nursery. “Finally! For a moment I thought you were going to turn tail like a mouse!” Needlekit chastised. Smolderkit narrowed his eyes “It’s my plan, why would I act like a mouse-heart?”

Before Needlekit could retort, Frostkit said “Let’s try not to fight, okay?” she then looked around “How are we going to leave camp?”

Smolderkit felt his heart drop. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He opened his mouth to try to speak, but Needlekit beat him to it with “Through there! Look!” and pointed with his tail.

All three kits turned to look at where Needlekit was pointing. There was a small gap between the thick elder bushes. They might be able to slip out through it. ‘We’ll have to try.’ He thought. “Alright, follow after-” but before Smolderkit could finish, Needlekit darted ahead and slipped out through the bushes faster than a strike of lightning. Smolderkit frowned. How am I going to prove that I’m fun when Needlekit keeps stealing the spotlight?

Frostkit looked at him sympathetically “I’m sure he’s just over-excited. You can go through next if you want.”

Smolderkit took Frostkit up on her offer. He padded forward, and easily slipped through the gap. Now our adventure will truly begin!

Chapter Text

The dawn sun filtered in through the bracken screen that covered the medicine cat den. Inside the den, the various pelts of the medicine cats slept peacefully. Suddenly, Hareflight opened his eyes.

It’s way too early for this, he thought. Hareflight slowly rose from his moss bed and stretched out his legs. I’m up now, I might as well start doing something. Hareflight thought sullenly.

As he padded out of his nest, he heard the coarse voice of Stonedust call “Up already?” Hareflight simply nodded his head, not even turning to meet Stonedust’s blue eyes. He heard the old molly mutter something about “Kits these days”.

Hareflight flicked his ears. Better get something from the fresh-kill pile first. As he started to pad out of the den, Stonedust asked “Could you get me some prey from the pile?” He flicked his ear to show that he heard her, and then headed out of the den.

The sunshine was nearly blinding when Hareflight exited the den. It’s only dawn, how come it’s so bright? he thought, crestfallen.

All five deputies were to his right, but it seemed as if only Batpelt and Foxstripe were giving out the orders for the morning. “Eveningtalon, I want you to lead a hunting patrol on the north side. Take three warriors with you.” Batpelt stated. The dark orange-brown tom nodded and turned to gather some Clanmates.

Foxstripe turned to her left, and very briefly, Hareflight locked eyes with his mother. He quickly looked away and padded to the opposite side of camp. Just ignore her. He thought.

“Hey Hareflight!”

Hareflight heard the voice of his sister, Gingerleaf, coming from behind him. Great. He thought as he turned his head to face her.

Gingerleaf was standing a few tail paces behind him, with her apprentice Stormpaw at her side. Her light orange pelt contrasted with Stormpaw’s mostly black one.

“Hey.” Hareflight mumbled. Why was talking so difficult? She was his sister! If Gingerleaf noticed his awkwardness, she didn’t mention it.

“Me and Stormpaw are going to practice the hunters crouch. Maybe you could tag along?” Gingerleaf asked. Hareflight looked away, “Well, medicine cats aren’t really supposed to go out hunting.”

Gingerleaf frowned, “Well, maybe you could gather some herbs while we’re out?” Hareflight could almost taste Gingerleaf’s disappointment before he even responded “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Gingerleaf let out a sigh, before turning to her apprentice, “Come on Stormpaw, we’ve got training to do.” She then turned and quickly padded out of camp with Stormpaw right behind her. What else was I supposed to do? He thought.

Hareflight picked up two mice and turned to head back to the medicine cat den. He once again met the deep blue eyes of his mother, but this time they were disappointed. Oh great. I don’t want to deal with this.

As he walked past her, Foxstripe said “You know, you really should spend more time with your sister.” Hareflight stopped in his tracks, put down the mice he was carrying, and responded “Oh I’m sure you would love to see me hanging out with warriors.”

Hareflight quickly picked up the mice again and then fast-walked away before Foxstripe could retort. He thought that he heard his mother growl in frustration, but perhaps he was imagining it. Nothing would surprise me with her.

Hareflight slipped back into the medicine den. Stonedust had moved since he last saw her and was towards the back of the den, rearranging some herbs. Some of the other medicine cats had awoken by now. Quicktulip, a white molly with large black patches, was eagerly talking to her apprentice, Squirrelpaw. Elmfern, a tom with a similar pelt color to Hareflight, was showing his apprentice Sootpaw some sort of berry that Hareflight couldn’t identify.

“Finally, I thought you got lost on the way there.” Stonedust remarked. Hareflight ignored the comment and dropped the two mice on the stone floor of the medicine den.

“So, what are we going to learn today?” Squirrelpaw asked her mentor. Before Quicktulip could respond, a loud caterwaul could be heard from outside the medicine den.

The shrill sound made Hareflight jump. What in StarClan could be wrong? He thought. Quickly, he followed the other awake medicine cats out of the den. Stonedust was in the lead. The mottled gray molly called “What’s happened?”

“My kits! My kits are gone!” Sunspots cried. The queen was frantically sprinting through the camp, as if her movement would summon her kits right in front of her.

Sunspots’ mate Ravenpounce was trying to reassure her. “We’ll find them.” He said. If Sunspots heard him, she didn’t show it.

“Where was the last place you saw them?” Briarstar had padded up to the despondent queen. Some of the cats still in the camp started to gather and question what the problem was.

“They were with me last night, and now they’re gone!” Sunspots wailed. The tortoiseshell molly flopped on the ground, as if the fear she felt was physically dragging her down.

“We shall not rest until we find Sunspots’ kits!” Toadstar, who had leaped up onto the leaders’ ledge at the southern part of the camp called out. The gathered cats all turned to stare up at their leader. Briarstar, Fernstar, Rabbitstar, and Spottedstar had quickly followed Toadstar, and were standing tall. All five leaders together when it’s not a full moon? What a rare sight. Hareflight thought.

Hareflight and Aldernight were padding through the forest. The deputies had sent almost every spare cat to search their territory. Even Brindlestride, a queen, had offered to join the search.

“Can you smell them yet?” Aldernight asked. Hareflight shook his head. He was used to the familiar scents of herbs. The scents of furred animals, even cats, allured him. I can’t smell any cats this far out.

Aldernight sighed “They might not have gone this far. They are kits after all.” Hareflight wasn’t so sure. If Sunspots was with her kits when they fell asleep at night, and she didn’t know they were gone until dawn, they could be beyond the territory by this point.

Hareflight was about to tell Aldernight they should turn around when he picked up the scent of blood. Cat blood. The smell sent shivers down his spine. Aldernight seemed to smell it too, his eyes widening in alarm.

“Come on.” He said, leading Hareflight onward. The two toms padded through the forest. The farther they went, the stronger the scent got. Eventually, the trees started to thin out, and the toms ended up beside a small river. The stench of cat blood was overwhelming.

Despite the smell, Hareflight couldn’t tell where it was coming from. The river must be diluting it. He thought. Suddenly, Hareflight heard a voice wail out “Help!”

Turning in the direction of the sound, Hareflight finally saw the kits. They were hidden in a rock inlet down by Hareflight’s left. Frostkit and Needlekit were huddled on either side of Smolderkit. Smolderkit was lying limp, and if it wasn’t for his tiny chest rising up and down, Hareflight would’ve assumed the worst.

“Don’t move, we’ll come to you.” Hareflight called. Carefully, Hareflight stepped down the steep rocks. I’m surprised they managed to get down here at all. He thought. At last, he reached the outside of the inlet. Aldernight was quick to follow.

The dark red tom padded ahead of Hareflight, and sniffed at Smolderkit. “What happened?” He asked the kits.

“Smolderkit made us go out! It’s all his fault.” Needlekit cried. Frostkit glared at her brother “We all came out together because we wanted to explore.” She explained.

Aldernight flicked his tail, and clarified “I meant how did this happen?” Needlekit’s yellow eyes glanced down at his paws, and Frostkit cleared her throat. “Needlekit was calling Smolderkit a mouse-heart, and… Smolderkit tried to prove he wasn’t and fell down.” Her green eyes were hollow with fear. “He’s going to be okay, right?” She asked.

Hareflight stared at the small dark tabby. He was breathing, which was a good thing, but he had no idea how long the kit had been unconscious.

Eventually, Aldernight spoke up “Let’s get him back to camp. We’ll be able to treat him better there.” he gave a pointed look to Hareflight. Hareflight nodded. He leaned over, grabbed Smolderkit’s scruff, and turned to head out of the inlet. Behind him, he heard Aldernight comfort the kits.

“We’re going to do everything we can to save your brother. He’ll be getting the best medical care in the whole forest.”

Hareflight couldn’t help but wonder. Would the small kit survive?

Chapter Text

As the morning sun shone down on the camp, Mothleap padded out of the northernmost warriors' den. Judging by how empty the camp seemed, Mothleap guessed that she had overslept. Oh this is just great. She thought.

Mothleap took in a breath, Leopardstream would never let me live this down. She thought.

“Lilypaw!” Mothleap called out. Could her apprentice still be in one of the apprentices' dens? She probably is. I’m not setting a good example by sleeping in. Mothleap thought.

“I’m coming!” She heard Lilypaw call out. The mostly white molly squirmed out of the apprentices' den on the south side of the camp near the medicine cat den. Lilypaw sprinted over to Mothleap, and said “I woke up with my littermates but when you didn’t show up I thought I’d stay behind to wait for you.”

That’s sweet of her. Mothleap thought. “I’m sorry I slept in late. If we hurry, we might be able to catch up with the other apprentices.” And their mentors. She added to herself. Lilypaw’s yellow eyes brightened at that, and the two sped out of camp as fast as they could.

The trek to the training grounds was difficult, not made easier by the fact that Mothleap and her apprentice were bounding through the forest. There were many different types of trees, all densely packed together with roots that could easily trip a cat up. Mothleap was in the lead, with Lilypaw a few paces behind her.

Suddenly, Mothleap noticed the scent of a mouse wafting in the air. Quietly, she halted, and as Lilypaw caught up to her, Mothleap whispered “Can you smell that?”

Lilypaw raised her head in the air and took in a deep breath. Meeting her mentor's deep green eyes, she whispered back “Is it vole?”

“Close, it's a mouse. Voles are more earthy since they spend more time in the ground.” Mothleap responded. Lilypaw took in the information and nodded. This is what Mothleap loved about training an apprentice. The act of passing on her knowledge to the next generation was just as exciting as chasing down a rabbit.

“Try to catch it.” Mothleap murmured to Lilypaw. Lilypaw gave a quick nod, before focusing on catching the mouse. Lilypaw lowered into the hunter’s crouch, and slowly began to creep towards the mouse. Mothleap noted that her apprentice’s tail was a bit too high, but didn’t interrupt the younger molly. I’ll make sure to go over that with her. She thought.

Lilypaw, who was a few tail lengths away from her prey, suddenly stilled, before leaping forward. Mothleap heard the shrieks of a mouse crying out and watched as Lilypaw chased after the small animal. Eventually, Lilypaw disappeared from Mothleap’s sight, her white fur swallowed by the greenery.

For a moment, Mothleap was alone. She contemplated whether she should go after her apprentice, but decided against it. I’m sure she’s fine. But just in case, I’ll only wait for a few more minutes. Mothleap thought.

Just as she finished her thought, Lilypaw reappeared from where she had run off from. Mothlealp guessed by the dejected look and lack of prey that Lilypaw was unsuccessful in catching the mouse.

Lilypaw slowly padded up to Mothleap, and said, “I’m sorry, I was super close to catching it, but the mouse ducked away at the last second.” Mothleap was silent for a second, before responding with, “That’s okay, I’m sure you’ll get one next time. It is green-leaf after all. Maybe we could go over some hunting practice today.”

Lilypaw seemed to brighten up at Mothleaps words. “Of course, I won’t let you down Mothleap!” Lilypaw called out.

“Too bad you can’t even catch a mouse.”

Mothleap flinched at the voice and spun around to face the direction that it had come from. Maplepaw, a pale cream molly with light orange spots on her back, was watching both Mothleap and Lilypaw was a smug expression. Great StarClan, not this brat!

“What kind of apprentice can’t even catch a mouse?” Maplepaw remarked. Mothleap’s heart shattered as she heard Lilypaw whimper next to her.

“How dare you treat your clanmate like that! Where is your mentor anyway?” Mothleap growled. She couldn’t help it. Maplepaw was clearly in the wrong! She couldn’t believe that the rude apprentice was the daughter of the wise and graceful Briarstar.

As soon as Mothleap spoke the words aloud, the ferns behind Maplepaw shook as Cloudyrain, Maplepaw’s mentor, appeared. Mothleap immediately confronted the dark gray tom with, “Your apprentice is way out of line!”

Cloudyrain nodded, and then said, “Of course she is.” He then turned his head to meet Maplepaw’s brown eyes “Don’t blame the student for what the teacher hasn’t taught.”

Mothleap dug her claws into the ground, using all her mental strength to not leap at the obnoxious duo. Oh StarClan, please give me strength. She thought.

Before she could even think to retort, Cloudyrain continued with, “Come now Maplepaw, we shouldn’t be distracting these two. After all, they need to focus.” he ended the sentence with a sly smirk.

As Cloudyrain and Maplepaw started to pad away from her, Mothleap loudly spoke, “At least my apprentice isn’t inheriting my rotten attitude!”

The only indication that Cloudyrain had heard her at all was a swift lash of his tail. But just as quickly as the pair arrived, they were gone. Mothleap couldn’t help but feel proud that she had managed to annoy the tom, even if he didn’t outwardly show it.

Mothleap was shaken from her thoughts when she heard Lilypaw sniff. She turned to face the small apprentice. Lilypaw was facing the forest floor; her eyes purposefully not meeting Mothleap’s.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t listen to those mouse-brains.” Mothleap told her. When Lilypaw still didn’t move, Mothleap started to internally panic. Quick Mothleap, think! What can you do to fix this? She asked herself.

After a moment, Mothleap came up with a perfect solution. “I have an idea. How about we train somewhere other than the training grounds so we don’t run into those two.” She had meant for it to sound like a suggestion, but it came out more as a demand.

Despite what Mothleap thought was poor phrasing, Lilypaw seemed to brighten up at her words. “Yeah. You can help me practice my hunting skills, and then Maplepaw will be the worst hunter.” Lilypaw said.

Mothleap thought that maybe Lilypaw shouldn’t be so spiteful. But an even bigger part of her thought that the bully deserved what she had coming.

As the sun started to set, and nighttime drew near, Mothleap and Lilypaw padded into the camp. Lilypaw had caught a fat mouse and held it proudly in her jaws. It’s a good thing she caught that mouse. I don’t want to imagine how sad she’d be if she had failed. Mothleap thought.

Lilypaw dropped the mouse off at the fresh-kill pile, which was right by the entrance of the camp. After doing so, Lilypaw turned her head to Mothleap’s and said “I’m going to find my littermates and tell them about my amazing catch!” Mothleap nodded, and Lilypaw bounded away to one of the apprentices' dens. Truth be told, Mothleap was relieved. The day of training had tired her.

As Mothleap leaned down to pick up a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile, she was approached by Mossheart. Her sister. The molly had a mostly white pelt with black spots down her back and black paws. “Hey sis. How did training go?” Mossheart asked her.

Mothleap couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Honestly, the training itself was fine. It’s just… Something happened.” Mossheart’s green eyes filled with worry. Mossheart gently asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Mothleap contemplated the offer. On one paw, she really wanted to rant about Cloudyrain’s unacceptable behavior. On the other paw, she didn’t want to be seen as spreading rumors about her clanmates. She knew what happened, but other cats might not believe her.

“Not at the moment. Let’s just eat together instead.” Mossheart nodded, and Mothleap picked up the squirrel she was gunning for previously. The sisters padded alongside each other and eventually settled on the east side of camp. Each molly was curled up in front of one another, with the squirrel in the middle for them to share.

As Mothleap took a bite, Mossheart asked, “Well, apart from what happened, how did training Lilypaw go?”

That was a topic Mothleap was much more willing to discuss. “It went great. She struggled a bit with hunting positions, but she’s made a lot of progress. She’ll be a great warrior.” Mossheart nodded in understanding, before asking, “Did you do anything specific to help her learn?”

“Not really. I mean, I guess it kind of depends. Why do you ask?” Mothleap responded. Mossheart let out a small sigh. “Well, I guess I’m a tiny bit jealous. We trained at the same time, so I guess some part of me wishes we got apprentices at the same time.” Mossheart explained honestly.

Mothleap couldn’t help but snort. “No cat knows how leaders choose which cats will be mentors and which ones won’t. I’m sure you’ll get an apprentice in due time.” When she saw that Mossheart didn’t seem to agree, Mothleap also added, “And you’re just as good at being a warrior as I am.”

Mossheart smiled at her, before saying, “You’re right Mothleap. You always are.” Mossheart sounded a bit distant at the end of her statement, but Mothleap didn’t dwell on it too much. Mossheart always was a bit more emotional than me. Mothleap thought. She knew that Mossheart would get over it soon. She just needed time.

“We better finish this squirrel. It’s getting as cold as leaf-bare.” Mothleap jokes, before taking a huge bite out of the squirrel. Mossheart chuckled a bit, before following suit. It wasn’t long before the two had finished off the large piece of prey.

Mothleap yawned. “We should probably head to the warriors' den. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” Mossheart nodded in agreement.

Just as they had walked together earlier, the two sisters headed to the northernmost warriors' den, which wasn’t far from where they had eaten. Mossheart headed in first, with Mothleap waiting outside for just a moment.

Mothleap scanned the camp. Countless cats were spread about, but she was looking for one in particular. She finally spotted Lilypaw. The mostly white molly was sitting in a semicircle with her littermates, Snakepaw and Stormpaw. Judging by their expressions, Mothleap assumed that they were having a great time. Good, Lilypaw seems fine now. I hope she doesn’t take what those two jerks said to heart. Mothleap thought.

Knowing that her apprentice was safe, Mothleap finally entered the warriors' den. She recognized the body of her mother, Curlycloud. But other than her mother and her sister, there seemed to be no other cats in the den. Wake up late, go to bed early. I’m sure Leopardstream would be thrilled. Mothleap thought about the cat who mentored her. He was always so punctual.

Regardless of the time, Mothleap curled up in a nest right next to her sister. The steady breathing of Mossheart was soothing, as Mothleap slowly felt herself drifting into sleep.

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“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the fallen tree for a Clan meeting!”

Smolderkit was startled awake by the call of one of the Clan leaders. He stretched out his legs, before rising from his moss nest.

“This is it Palekit! We’re going to become apprentices!” Redkit squeaked. Palekit nodded, her blue eyes shining with excitement. “I know, I wonder who our mentors will be?”

I guess that’s what this Clan meeting is about. Smolderkit thought. He knew that Palekit and Redkit were soon to be apprenticed, but he didn’t think that the two littermates would be leaving the nursery so soon.

“Come on you two, we mustn’t keep the Clan waiting.” Brindlestride, the mother of Palekit and Redkit, said to them. The three cats headed out of the nursery. Smolderkit looked around the nursery den. Where’s my family? He thought.

Smolderkit looked around the nursery, but he couldn’t see his littermates or his mother. Quietly, he headed out of the nursery. Cats were everywhere, scattered about the camp as they started to settle for the meeting. That was when he saw them. Sunspots was curled up next to Ravenpounce, while Frostkit and Needlekit played next to them. Smolderkit felt his heart drop at the sight. Did they really leave for the meeting without me?

Smolderkit padded forward. Sunspots’ eyes widened as she noticed him. “Oh, Smolderkit!” She sounded surprised. Smolderkit darted toward his mother and asked “Mama, papa, did you forget about me?”

Both Sunspots and Ravenpounce seemed shocked by the claim. “Of course not dear. Needlekit told us that you were complaining of a stomach ache last night, so I wanted to let you sleep in a bit.”

Smolderkit tilted his head. I didn’t have a stomach ache last night. Why did Needlekit lie? He thought. As quickly as the thought appeared, he tried to justify it. Maybe Needlekit misremembered something?

Ravenpounce gave his son a concerned look, “Are you okay?” he asked. Smolderkit just gave a simple nod. His father seemed like he wanted to ask more, but just as the dark brown tom went to open his mouth, Toadstar cut him off by starting the meeting, “Cats of LynxClan! It is time once again for this Clan to start two kits on their journey to becoming warriors.”

The gathered cats erupted in cheers and caterwauls of excitement at the prospect. It was so loud that it made Smolderkit flinch, but he was comforted by Sunspots as his mother pressed her white-tipped tail on his back for comfort.

Spottedstar stepped forward to continue what Toadstar started, “We have thought long and hard about which warriors would be appropriate for each apprentice.” Spottedstar turned his blue eyes towards Palekit and Redkit, who were sitting patiently off to the side.

The kits' parents, Eveningtalon and Brindlestride, watched their litter with pride shining in their eyes. Aldernight and Applecoat, Eveningtalon’s kits from a previous litter, were sat next to their father. Smolderkit noticed that Applecoat didn’t share the pride of his parents or the excitement of Aldernight. Instead, Applecoat’s brown eyes were filled with rage, as his tail flicked from side to side. That’s strange. I wonder why he’s so mad? Smolderkit thought.

“Palekit,” Spottedstar started. Palekit stood tall, her chest fur fluffed up with pride. “Since you have reached the age of six moons old, you are now ready to train as an apprentice. Until you have earned your warrior name, you shall be known as Palepaw.” Spottedstar finished.

The clan called out Palepaw's new name, and the newly apprenticed molly faced the crowd with determination in her blue eyes. Smolderkit and his siblings had joined in, calling out Palepaw's new name as well. I hope she can hear me over all the cheers. He thought.

Spottedstar waited for the cheers to fade before continuing the ceremony. “Mossheart,” the white warrior stepped forward, surprise shown in her green eyes. “You are a kind, caring, and graceful molly. You have trained hard to become a warrior, and I have full faith that you’ll pass down your knowledge onto Palepaw.”

Palepaw and Mossheart leaned forward and touched noses. Smolderkit saw Mossheart whisper something to Palepaw, but it was impossible to tell what she was saying. Mossheart and Palepaw then turned their attention back to the leaders.

Spottedstar continued the ceremony, reciting the same words for Redpaw that he did for Palepaw. As the Clan was cheering Redpaw’s new name, Smolderkit couldn’t help but notice that Redpaw seemed much more timid than his sister. The silver fur on Redpaws neck was standing up, and his green eyes were wide. Poor Redpaw. Smolderkit thought.

When the cheering died off, Spottedstar beckoned Littlebranch forward. The mixed gray tom stepped forward. “Littlebranch, you are a clever, quick, and well-respected warrior. I know that you will pass down these great qualities, and more, to Redpaw.” Spottedstar said.

Littlebranch and Redpaw touched noses, before turning to sit next to Palepaw and Mossheart. The meeting concluded as the leaders jumped down from their position on the fallen tree, and the Clan started to disperse.

Smolderkit’s eyes widened with surprise as Spottedstar, approached his family. The black tom with white spots stood in front of his father. “The leaders would like to speak with you.” Spottedstar stated. The leader’s blue eyes were distant as if his mind was somewhere else.

At these words, Smolderkit panicked. “Are you in trouble?” He asked his father. When we snuck out of camp, we had to face the leaders. Smolderkit thought. After Smolderkit recovered, the three kits and their parents met with the leaders in the fallen tree. They were almost punished, but Toadstar managed to convince the other leaders to just let them off with a warning. Would he have done that if we weren’t his kin? Smolderkit had thought.

“No, it’s probably nothing. Why don’t you go play with your siblings.” Ravenpounce said. Smolderkit noticed that the second half of his sentence sounded less like a suggestion and more like a demand. I should probably listen to him. This seems important. Besides now I can ask Needlekit about what he said.

Smolderkit nodded at his father and watched as Spottedstar led the dark brown tabby tom to the fallen tree. Smolderkit shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. He turned around and headed over to his mother to play with his siblings.

“I mean, it was so cool how they decided which cats should be mentors! I wonder which qualities the leaders will look for in my mentor?” Smolderkit heard Frostkit ask. Sunspots purred at her daughter. “I’m sure each of you will get a mentor that’ll train you well. You’ll each be lovely warriors someday. I can’t believe your apprentice ceremony is only half a moon away…” Sunspots trailed off at the end of her sentence, her green eyes showing an emotion that Smolderkit couldn’t pinpoint.

As Sunspots finished her sentence, Needlekit’s yellow eyes glinted with intrigue. The brown tabby spoke up with, “Don’t worry mama! You’ll always have one kit to look after.” As he finished, Needlekit shot Smolderkit a pointed look.

Sunspots looked on in confusion for a moment, before her face hardened. “Needlekit, be nice to your brother. He’ll be just as good as a warrior as any other cat.” Sunspots soke confidently.

Smolderkit was confused. “Why wouldn’t I become a warrior?” He asked innocently. Sunspots opened her mouth to reply, but we quickly cut off by Needlekit who quickly answered with, “Because you’ve only got three legs. Cats like you can’t be warriors.”

Smolderkit stood in stunned silence. Frostkit gasped, and Sunspots shot her son a harsh glare. Smolderkit thought he heard Sunspots scold Needlekit, but he was hardly listening anymore. He had never thought that not having a front leg would mean he couldn’t be a warrior. That just can’t be true! I want to train alongside my siblings and learn to hunt and fight! Why do cats always treat me differently? Smolderkit thought.

“Smolderkit?”

Smolderkit was shaken from his thoughts. Ravenpounce had returned from his talk with the leaders. Everything about his appearance seemed off. His tail tip was twitching, and the fur on his neck bristled. His amber eyes shimmered with uncertainty. The look filled Smolderkit with dread.

Ravenpounce cleared his throat. “The leaders want to talk with you, Smolderkit.” For a moment, Ravenpounce was still, before he seemed to brighten. “Actually, Sunspots you should come as well. You are his mother, and I think you need to come with us.”

Sunspots gave a brisk nod to Ravenpounce. “Of course. It is an honor to speak one on one with the leaders.” She turned her green gaze around the camp before she called out “Shortwhisker! Could you watch Frostkit and Needlekit for a moment?”

The pale-golden molly smiled at her friend’s request. She padded over to Sunspots and said, “Of course! Come now kits, why don’t we get something from the fresh-kill pile.” She swept her tail around Frostkit and Needlekit, gently guiding them away from Smolderkit. Frostkit shot him a sympathetic glance, while Needlekit merely sneered at him.

Once Shortwhisker had taken the kits out of hearing range, Ravenpounce and Sunspots led the way as Smolderkit trailed behind them. Needlekit is the worst! Smolderkit thought, before quickly regretting it. I probably shouldn’t be thinking that about my own brother.

As Smolderkit and his parents reached the fallen tree, Smolderkit couldn’t help but feel nervous. I know I haven’t done anything wrong, so what do the leaders want with me?

The entrance of the fallen tree was draped with vines. The vines brushed Smolderkit’s black fur. The inside of the fallen tree was dimly illuminated by light that seeped through small holes. The floor was padded with moss and leaves, though a few patches were missing revealing the dirt ground.

The five leaders sat in a semi-circle facing the entrance. Toadstar was in the center, looking confident. His gaze hardened as he saw Sunspots, and his tail tip started to flick with annoyance. Spottedstar was on Toadstar’s right. The white-spotted tom seemed calm and focused, staring intently at Smolderkit specifically. Rabbitstar was next to Spottedstar, his brown fur making him almost blend in with the bark of the fallen tree. Rabbitstar was the most neutral looking of the leaders, with a nearly blank expression on his face.

Fernstar was on Toadstar’s left. The whitish-cream molly looked a bit scared, her amber eyes wide. Briarstar was next to Fernstar, her brown eyes glistening in pure rage. Oh no, this can’t be good if one of the leaders is already mad at me! Smolderkit thought.

“Greetings, Smolderkit.” Spottedstar dipped his head to the small kit. The tone of his voice made Smolderkit shudder. He sounds so… Strong? Determined? Smolderkit thought.

“Let’s just catch the rabbit already, shall we?” Toadstar asked. Briarstar let out a growl. “You’re making a horrible mistake.” She muttered.

“Smolderkit, it is our understanding that you’ll be turning six moons old in the next half moon?” Rabbitstar asked. Smolderkit could only manage to nod his head, still in awe at the five powerful cats that sat in front of him.

“Well…We have been discussing what to do about your apprenticeship.” Spottedstar started, his tone of voice much softer than before. Smolderkit’s thoughts began to wander. Why have they been thinking about my apprenticeship specifically? Maybe they’re telling me in advance who my mentor will be?

“You will not be allowed to participate with the other apprentices. Instead, you will immediately retire to the elders den.” Toadstar stated calmly.

In an instant, Smolderkit’s whole world was shattered once again. That’s just what Needlekit told me. I thought he was just being mean… But if the leaders are saying it, then maybe it’s true. Maybe I’ll never be a normal apprentice. Smolderkit thought.

“What do you mean? Of course he’ll become an apprentice!” Sunspots cried out in a mixture of shock and anger. Toadstar merely shrugged in response.

“It’s for the good of the Clan. He would be weak in a fight and a terrible hunter.” Toadstar responded coldly. Fernstar looked away, as if embarrassed.

“How do you know that before you’ve even tried!” Sunspots growled. Smolderkit wanted to speak up, to defend himself, to say something, but he just couldn’t. The words of his kin were echoing in his brain like the caws of a crow. He would be weak in a fight and a terrible hunter.

Spottedstar stepped in with, “It’ll be easier for everyone involved if Smolderkit stays with the elders. He’ll be well cared for by the Clan.” Sunspots turned to face Ravenpounce and asked, “Surely there’s something we can do?”

Ravenpounce didn’t meet her gaze. “We should probably listen to my brother. He’s one of the leaders for a reason.” The dark brown tabby said. Sunspots lashed her tail.

For a moment, no cat spoke, not knowing how to continue the conversation. But suddenly, Rabbitstar perked up, his green eyes brightening. “Of course! How could we not think of this before.” Toadstar flicked his left ear. “What is it?” He asked, his tone a bit less calm than before.

“Well, since your main concern is that Smolderkit wouldn’t be able to hunt or fight, the medicine cat role would be perfect for him.” Rabbitstar said confidently. Briarstar blinked. “We should ask what Smolderkit thinks, he's right in front of us after all.” As she finished, she angled her ears towards the kit.

Rabbitstar turned his gaze to Smolderkit “Well, what do you think Smolderkit? Would you be willing to train as a medicine cat?”

Smolderkit had never even considered training as a medicine cat. He had always wanted to be a warrior, to hunt and protect his Clan. But I don’t think I would be allowed to train as a warrior. He thought sadly. If this was the only way he could be an apprentice, he should probably accept the position.

“Okay.” Smolderkit said softly after a few moments of silence. Fernstar spoke up for the first time, “We should consult with Stonedust. As the oldest medicine cat, she’ll know which cat should mentor him.” Rabbitstar nodded in agreement.

As Smolderkit and his parents left the fallen tree, Smolderkit held back a sigh. I guess I’ll have to become a medicine cat.

Chapter Text

Hareflight padded back and forth inside the cozy medicine cat den. His mind was racing faster than a rabbit on the moor. I’m not ready for this. Why couldn't Stonedust pick a more experienced cat? He thought.

The morning sun started to filter in from outside, and it only made Hareflight’s worry grow. He was momentarily stopped when Stonedust spoke up “Calm down, I can hear your pacing on the other side of the forest.”

Hareflight lashed his tail but didn’t bother responding to the old gray molly. She had mentored many medicine cats, there was no way she would understand his plight. Cypresspond was curled up in his nest, his brownish-gray fur blending in well with the bracken.

“What’s wrong? And don’t say ‘nothing’, I know how you work.” Cypresspond asked. Hareflight stopped his pacing. Should he confide in his former mentor? He’ll probably just judge you. He thought before quickly shaking his head to clear the thought. No, I can’t be thinking like that.

“I’m not sure I’m… qualified to be a mentor.” Hareflight said. He cringed slightly at his wording. Qualified is probably too formal. He thought.

But Cypresspond didn’t seem bothered by what Hareflight thought was a poor word choice. Instead, the brownish-gray tom merely flicked his left ear. “I’m confident that you’ll be a fantastic mentor. You’re well versed in herbs and have a strong connection with StarClan. Besides, if you need any help, you can always rely on any of us to lend you a paw.” Cypresspond’s ice blue eyes warmed as he finished his sentence.

Hareflight shifted on his paws. I bet he doesn’t really mean that. He thought, before quickly pushing the thought away. Don’t think like that! He was my mentor, he wouldn’t lie to me.

Before Hareflight could properly respond to Cypresspond, he heard one of the leaders call from outside of the den, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the fallen tree for a Clan meeting!”

I guess I don’t have any more time to question whether I’m ready or not. He thought. Hareflight followed behind Quicktulip, as all of the medicine cats exited the den.

The clearing was mostly full as Hareflight exited the den. The Hareflight sat next to Aldernight and Cypresspond, as the medicine cats gathered down below the fallen tree. During a normal Clan meeting, they would go and be with their kin. But this time is different. Hareflight thought. We’re adding a new apprentice to our ranks. My apprentice. Hareflight shuddered at the word ‘my’.

As the last few cats settled into the clearing, Hareflight locked eyes with his sister. She smiled at him, and Hareflight did his best to reciprocate. His smile soon fell as he saw his mother scowling at him.

“Cats of LynxClan!” Toadstar called. The hushed whispers were silenced, as every cat in the clearing turned their attention to the five leaders on the fallen tree.

“Today is a remarkable day. Not only will we be welcoming three new apprentices,” Hareflight thought he saw Toadstar’s brown tabby pelt ripple. What could he be upset about? He thought, but pushed the thought away and continued to pay attention.
“But we will also be welcoming two new warriors among our ranks.” Toadstar finished and cast his yellow eyes over to Thistlepaw and Lightpaw. The two littermates stepped forward as Toadstar leaped down from the fallen tree.

“As the head leader of LynxClan, I call upon my warrior ancestors of StarClan to look down on these two apprentices. They have both trained hard to understand and uphold your noble code, and they have earned their warrior names.” Toadstar said. Hareflight noticed his father Drifthawk looking on with pride, and that was when Hareflight remembered that Lightpaw was his apprentice. I’m so mouse-brained, how could I forget such a simple fact? He thought.

“Thistlepaw and Lightpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?” Toadstar asked, his deep voice ringing through the clearing.

Thistlepaw responded first with, “I do.” and Lightpaw quickly followed with another “I do.” Toadstar nodded his head approvingly.

“Then, by the powers of StarClan, I give you each your warrior name. Thistlepaw, from this moment forward you will be known as Thistleberry. StarClan honors your strength, spirit, and independence.” As Toadstar finished, he rested his chin on Thistleberry’s head, as the new warrior licked Toadstar’s shoulder.

The gathered cats called out Thistleberry’s new name, and as the cheering died down, Toadstar continued the ceremony with, “Lightpaw, from this moment forward you will be known as Lightstep. StarClan honors your skill in hunting, your courage, and your intelligence.”

Once again, the Clan called out Lightstep’s new name, until it was the only thing Hareflight could hear. As the cheering eventually died down, Hareflight thought, Now the real challenge begins.

“Frostkit and Needlekit, please step forward.” Toadstar stated. Frostkit and Needlekit padded forward. Hareflight looked beyond the two kits and was able to spot Smolderkit. The dark black kit seemed sad, as he turned his head away from his littermates. Hareflight felt a twinge of pity for his soon-to-be apprentice.

“Frostkit and Needlekit, you have both reached the age of six moons old. From this day forward, you will be named Frostpaw and Needlepaw.” Toadstar told them. The clearing rang out with their new names. Hareflight’s tail tip started to twitch. He could feel his chest fill up with panic as the cheers died down. It’s almost time. Are there more cats in camp than usual?

Toadstar continued the ceremony, “Frostpaw, your mentor will be Lionleap. He is strong, confident, and loyal. I know that he will pass on all that he knows to you.”

Lionleap stepped forward from the crowd, his bright yellow pelt shining in the morning sun. Lionleap and Frostpaw pressed their noses together, as the gathered cats called out both of their names. As Lionleap and Frostpaw stepped off to the side, Hareflight’s panic only increased, his tail not just twitching but lashing back and forth. I’m not ready, I can’t do this. He thought.

“Needlepaw, your mentor will be Applecoat. He is a powerful, clever, and skilled warrior. I have my faith that he will pass on all that he knows to you.” Toadstar said. Applecoat stepped forward and touched his nose to Needlepaw’s. The gathered cats called out their names, and Hareflight felt as if the world was falling around him.

“Hey,” Hareflight heard a voice whisper. It made him jump a bit. He turned to his left, to see where the voice had come from. Aldernight had leaned in close to him. The dark ginger tom continued, “I know you’re scared to do this, but I promise that I’ll be here for you.”

Hareflight let out a deep sigh. It was relieving to hear his friend comfort him. Cypresspond tried to reassure me earlier and it didn’t work, so why does it feel different now coming from Aldernight? He thought.

As the cheering finally calmed down, Toadstar turned to face him. Hareflight noticed that the brown tom held an unreadable expression. It sent a shiver down Hareflight’s spine. This is already hard enough without a Clan leader giving me a look like that! He thought.

Hareflight stepped forward and addressed the gathered cats. “We have decided that the time is right to add a new member to our ranks.” Hareflight glanced backward for a second and saw that the other medicine cats were nodding in agreement.

At his words, the crowd began to murmur with surprise. A few cats cast Hareflight an uncertain look, while others shifted on their paws. Unsure how to proceed, Hareflight turned his head back to look at Aldernight for support. The dark red tom simply nodded toward Smolderkit, as if to say, don’t worry about them.

Hareflight turned his head back to the crowd and continued to speak as if nothing had happened “Smolderkit, you have reached the age of six moons old.” As Hareflight began to speak the ceremonial words, the whispers of the crowd died down to silence as the gathered cats watched.

Smolderkit had stepped forward when Hareflight had first said his name. All of the sadness that had enveloped Smolderkit from earlier was gone, replaced with hesitant joy. Smolderkit’s bright orange eyes stared up at Hareflight, and the older tom swallowed back his fear. Just try not to mess up the words, mouse-brain.

“StarClan has guided my paws to you, young kit. Are you ready to walk the path of a medicine cat?” The words were a lie. There was no special prophecy or vision that had guided Hareflight to Smolderkit. The leaders approached Stonedust and told her to find a mentor for the young tom, and Stonedust chose him. Why exactly, Hareflight couldn’t say. He was one of the youngest medicine cats, he didn’t exactly need an apprentice. Maybe she just wanted to pawn off the responsibility, He thought bitterly.

After a moment's pause, Smolderkit responded to Hareflight with, “I am.” Hareflight nodded slightly, and continued with, “Then until you earn your medicine cat name, you shall be known as Smolderpaw. May StarClan light your path.” He leaned forward and touched noses with Smolderpaw.

The Clan called out Smolderpaw’s new name. It was impossible to tell that they had seemed so confused just moments before. Maybe there won’t be any more problems like this now that Smolderpaw apprenticed. Hareflight thought.

As Hareflight led Smolderpaw to where the other medicine cats were, he heard Toadstar continue the Clan meeting with, “LynxClan is continuing to grow despite our past struggles. We must all work together to grow stronger. Meeting dismissed.”

The Clan started to disperse, and Hareflight watched as Frostpaw and Needlepaw followed their mentors out of camp. Of course, they’re doing a tour of the territory. I should probably do the same with Smolderpaw. Hareflight thought.

“So uh… what do we do now?” Smolderpaw’s hesitant question had shaken Hareflight from his thoughts.

“We’re going on a tour of the territory.” Hareflight said shakily. Come on now, that was just pathetic! You should sound more confident. The nagging voice in his head told him.

Hareflight padded forward and gestured with his tail for Smolderpaw to follow. The young tom padded after him, and before long the two were out of camp and in the forest. Alright, think. Where do we start? Should I show him herb locations or just go over the borders? Hareflight thought.

“The most important part of herb gathering is being able to tell the different smells apart from one another. Some are distinct, and others are very similar.” Hareflight said. He glanced at Smolderpaw, and saw the young tom focusing in on his words.

Hareflight looked around the forest. He opened his mouth and took in the air. Oak, maple, pine… marigold. There had to be a patch of marigold somewhere west of where they were.

“Take in the air.” Hareflight instructed. Though it came across more as a demand, as Smolderpaw jolted and quickly took in a breath of air. Way to go mouse-brain. Stop scaring him, it’s his first time out of camp. Hareflight thought, choosing to ignore the incident when Smolderpaw was a kit.

Smolderpaw shuffled on his paws, “I can’t make out anything. It all just smells like, well, plants.”

Hareflight nodded, “That’s okay. There’s a patch of marigold over there,” As he spoke, Hareflight pointed with his tail towards the marigold patch. “See if you can find it and take in its smell.”

As Smolderpaw padded in the direction of the marigold, Hareflight couldn’t help but berate himself. Of course Smolderpaw couldn’t differentiate the plant smells. He was a brand new apprentice for StarClan’s sake! I’m bad at this. Stonedust should’ve chosen any other cat.

Smolderpaw eventually came back, a strand of marigold in his jaws. He dropped the flower on the ground and said, “I brought the marigold for you.”

“Good job.” Hareflight ignored how the ends were frayed. There’ll be time to show him how to properly gather herbs later. For now, let’s just focus on the territory. He thought.

As Hareflight started to think about where to go next, he felt the warmth of the sun on his back vanish. Looking up, dark clouds started to gather. The breeze started to pick up, and Smolerpaw had to quickly grab his marigold before it blew away. Just great, it looks like a storm is coming.

“I think a storm is coming.” Smolderpaw stated around the marigold. His amber eyes were wide as he looked up at the sky.

“Don’t worry,” Hareflight said. Although he couldn’t stop a shiver going down his spine. “Let’s head back to camp. We can continue our tour another time.”

Not waiting for a response, Hareflight darted in the direction that the two had come from, and heard the paw steps of Smolderpaw padding after him. The wind only grew stronger, and Hareflight could hear a low rumbling from off in the distance. Thunder, not good. He thought.

Hareflight glanced back at Smolderpaw, to make sure his apprentice was able to keep up with him. Smolderpaw was right on his tail, the marigold gripped tightly in his jaws. Hareflight was a bit surprised that Smolderpaw was able to keep up with him. I always thought he’d be a bit slower, but he can keep up as well as any other apprentice. He thought.

As Hareflight burst into the camp, he saw that the leaders had called another Clan meeting. There weren’t nearly as many cats as earlier, and Hareflight assumed that many of them were still out of camp. As Hareflight and Smolderpaw approached, he started to feel the first drops of rain on his back. Half the Clan is still gone. I hope they can get back to camp safely. Hareflight thought.

“We must send out more patrols at once!” Hareflight heard Toadstar’s voice boom out. Briarstar lashed her tail in frustration. It was clear to Hareflight that the two were in a tense argument. Again? Do those two ever get along? They should be leading together.

“Toadstar, there is a river not too far from camp. We should remain here and wait for the storm to fizzle out. Besides, we have some long-neglected walls that need to be patched up in case of flooding.” Briarstar said. By the tone of her voice, Hareflight could tell that Briarstar was struggling to keep calm.

Toadstar simply growled. “Our fresh-kill pile is too low. We have to hunt something. Now.”

Briarstar dug her claws into the bark, and her ears flattened against her head. “We have enough for the kits and elders. We can afford to wait until after the storm.”

Toadstar opened his mouth to respond, but Spottedstar perked up with, “We should compromise. Half the clan leaves to hunt and find the others, and half the clan stays to fortify the camp and take care of the vulnerable.”

No cat spoke for a moment, before Briarstar finally spoke with, “Very well.” Toadstar simply glared at the cream molly and reluctantly nodded his head. Briarstar then turned her attention to the gathered cats. By that point, the rain had picked up significantly, and Hareflight had to squint his eyes as the heavy rain and powerful wind battered him. Another rumble, much louder this time, sounded off in the distance.

As more Clan cats had returned to the camp, Briarstar called out, “Cats of LynxClan, we face yet another difficult time.” As if to accentuate her point, a large bolt of lightning crashed down not too far from camp, startling most of the gathered cats.

Briarstar continued as if nothing had happened. “We must split our resources in order to survive. Half of the Clan will go out and try to find any food they can,” Hareflight thought that he saw Brairstar’s ear flick a bit while saying that. He couldn’t blame her. There was no way any warrior would be able to hunt in this weather. “And the other half will stay here to help protect the camp from the dangers of the storm. We need all paws helping out where they can.”

Foxstripe stepped forward, and offered “I’ll set up the patrols right away.” Brairstar nodded in approval, before jumping down from the fallen tree. The rest of the leaders soon followed, with only Toadstar remaining, his yellow eyes boring into the back of Briarstar.

As Foxstripe and the other deputies started to arrange patrols, Hareflight couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with a sudden sense of dread. This storm is going to be bigger than anything I’ve ever seen.

Chapter Text

“Mothleap, Cloudyrain, and Goldenstorm. Take your apprentices with you on a patrol down by the river.” Muddystorm said.

Mothleap held in a groan. I don’t want to patrol with that mange-pelt Cloudyrain! He can’t even control his apprentice. She thought. Cloudyrain was such a nuisance to deal with.

As Muddystorm started addressing other cats, Mothleap went off to find her apprentice, Lilypaw. The white molly was worriedly talking with her brother, Stormpaw. Mothleap made a mental note to ask what was worrying her apprentice. She approached the two littermates, and said “Lilypaw, we’re going on a patrol.”

Lilypaw jumped, “Oh, yes Mothleap.” Lilypaw cast one last glance at Stormpaw, and quickly followed Mothleap to the camp entrance.

Cloudyrain and Maplepaw were already waiting for them. Cloudyrain’s amber eyes were glaring at the ground. It seemed as if he wasn’t excited about being on a patrol with her either. Serves him right. Mothleap thought.

It took a moment, but Goldenstorm eventually appeared with Snakepaw following closely behind him. “Sorry I’m late, let’s go.” the yellow tom said.

The patrol headed out of camp and turned left. Goldenstorm was in the lead, with Snakepaw and Cloudyrain close behind. Maplepaw pushed Lilypaw aside and followed the others closely. If my apprentice was such a bully, they wouldn’t hear the end of it! Mothleap thought.

Mothleap padded up a bit to be side by side with Lilypaw. “Are you okay?” she asked the younger molly. Lilypaw didn’t say anything, only giving a slight nod.

“I saw you earlier with Stormpaw. You seemed really worried.” Mothleap stated. She didn’t want to force her apprentice into telling her what was worrying her, so she refrained from asking another question.

Lilypaw responded, “It’s probably nothing. It’s just, no cat has seen Volepaw since the big storm the other day.”

Mothleap took in the information. She knew next to nothing about Volepaw. The Clan was so big that it was hard to remember every cat. Sometimes she’d go moons without even talking to some of them. Regardless, Mothleap did her best to reassure her apprentice, “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. If anything was wrong, then Volepaw’s parents would surely be making a fuss.”

That seemed to lift Lilypaw’s spirits. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure there’s nothing wrong.” Lilypaw said.

The patrol had reached the river. It had certainly widened since the last time Mothleap had been there. That’s definitely from the storm. She thought. The big storm had shocked the entire Clan. It seemed that no cat, even the elders, had seen such a horrendous storm.

“I can’t smell anything. The flooding must be covering up any scents.” Cloudyrain stated. Mothleap opened her jaws and took in the air. It mostly smelled of river water, with some of the trees making a more distinct smell. “There’s no point in marking the border when the river is flooded like this.”

Almost immediately, Mothleap spoke up, “We should mark the border regardless.” Cloudyrain whipped his head around to look at Mothleap, so the white molly continued with, “If anything comes this way, there’ll at least be some fresh scent.”

Cloudyrain lashed his tail. “Fine. Waste your time.” The tom growled. Mothleap ignored him. If he was going to throw a tantrum like a newborn kit, she wasn’t going to give him the time of day.

Mothleap finished marking the border and gestured with her paw to continue the patrol. Cloudyrain snorted, before strutting away to move further down the river.

The rest of the patrol followed after him. However, Mothleap noticed that Goldenstorm was walking closer to her than earlier. That’s odd. I thought he’d want to walk next to his apprentice. She thought.

“Hey.” Goldenstorm said. Mothleap nodded her head in greeting. Like Volepaw, Mothleap knew very little about Goldenstorm. I think he’s Leopardstream’s son. was all she could remember. She felt a bit awkward trying to make conversation with the older tom.

“So uh, I wanted to talk to you.” Goldenstorm said. Although, the way he phrased it seemed more like a question as if Goldenstorm was just as awkward as Mothleap felt.

“Talk away.” Mothleap said as casually as she could muster.

Goldenstorm didn’t speak for a few more moments, before eventually continuing with, “I meant uh… Alone. If you’re comfortable with that.” he quickly added at the end.

That caused Mothleap to stop in her tracks. Why would he want to talk to me alone? She thought. Despite her racing heart, Mothleap responded, “Sure. Lilypaw!”

Lilypaw turned to face her, and Mothleap explained “Goldenstorm and I need to speak in private. You can go on ahead with the rest of the patrol.” When Lilypaw seemed nervous, Mothleap quickly added, “Snakepaw will be there too. Don’t worry about Cloudyrain and Maplepaw.”

At that, Lilypaw seemed reassured. “Okay. See you later, Mothleap!” she said, and then bounded off to catch up with the rest of the patrol.

Mothleap and Goldenstorm were now totally alone, with nothing but the occasional tweet of a bird to interrupt the silence. Mothleap shifted on her paws. The silence was almost as deafening as a raging river.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Mothleap asked. She was just as curious as she was nervous.

At that, Goldenstorm jumped, as if he suddenly remembered why the two were alone. “Oh yes! Well uh, I’ve been watching you for a long time. I mean, I’ve admired you for a long time. I was thinking… Maybe we could be mates-to-be?”

Mothleap was shocked. She did her best to hide her surprise from Goldenstorm. He’s asking to be mates-to-be? But I barely know him! Oh StarClan, what should I say? She thought.

The silence carried on, and Goldenstorm shifted on his paws. Mothleap glanced at the ground before meeting Goldenstorm’s brown eyes. “Goldenstorm, I’m flattered that you think of me that way. Really, I am. But… I don’t think we could be mates-to-be. I don’t really know anything about you.” Mothleap said. Besides, I’m not ready for a mate yet, so there's no reason to have a mate-to-be.

Goldenstorm flinched at her words, and Mothleap couldn’t help but inwardly cringe. I tried my best to be polite, but perhaps it wasn’t enough. She thought.

Goldenstorm sighed. “That’s okay.” But the look in his eyes told Mothleap that he was lying.

“Maybe we could be friends?” Mothleap offered awkwardly. She hadn’t ever really considered Goldenstorm as anything more than a Clanmate but felt like she had to say something. Goldenstorm seems nice enough, even though I barely know them. I'd hate for him to feel bad because of something I said. She thought.

“No, it’s okay. Let’s just pretend this never happened.” Goldenstorm said. His voice was so quiet that Mothleap could barely hear it. The yellow tom padded away, and Mothleap slowly padded after him. She was careful not to get too close. He might want space after my rejection. I know I would.

Eventually, the two cats caught up with the rest of the patrol. Mothleap tried to put Goldenstorm out of her mind, and casually asked, “Any updates on the border farther north?” She tried to make her voice sound as cold as possible.

“Nothing unusual.” Cloudyrain responded in a similarly cold tone. Goldenstorm said nothing, his tail drooping, and his head downcast.

Mothleap looked around and noticed that Lilypaw and Snakepaw were gone. Just as she was about to ask where the two littermates were, she heard a rustling, and Snakepaw’s black fur burst through. The young tom was holding a huge rabbit in his jaws.

Mothleap couldn’t hide her excitement. “Oh wow! That is quite the rabbit Snakepaw. How did you manage to catch it?”

“We caught it together.” Lilypaw said as she appeared next to her brother. Snakepaw dropped the rabbit and gave his chest an embarrassed lick.

“I know it was supposed to be a border patrol, but this rabbit was too big to pass up.” He explained. Cloudyrain had turned his attention towards the two and gave a nod of approval. Maplepaw glared at the tom, presumably jealous that she didn’t make the impressive catch.

“Snakepaw’s the best at hunting. She’s so fast.” Lilypaw said. Mothleap gave her apprentice an inquisitive look. Lilypaw looked like a dove caught in a fox den. “I mean, he’s so fast.” She quickly corrected herself.

Paws can be so weird sometimes. Mothleap thought idly. The patrol continued on as normal, with Snakepaw carrying the huge rabbit. Since the patrol was nearly done, Snakepaw had opted to not bother burying his catch.

As the patrol made their way to the last bit of the river, Mothleap could feel the dirt beneath her paws turn damp. The river must've been really widened around here, but receded. She noticed.

As Cloudyrain was marking the last bit of the border, a shrill cry could be heard. Mothleap jolted, the sound ringing in her ears like claws down her back. She looked around and saw Lilypaw staring at one of the rocks by the river with horror in her eyes.

“What happened?” Mothleap called to the apprentice. Lilypaw didn’t respond, only letting out another wail, this time of sadness.

Mothleap quickly bounded over to her apprentice but stopped in her tracks. The rock that Lilypaw was looking at was covered in blood, and tufts of brown fur clung to its side. Mothleap felt a rising sense of horror when she smelled the blood and realized that it had to have come from a Clan cat.

“It smells like Volepaw…” Lilypaw managed to weep, her breathing haggard. The others had soon joined Mothleap, and every cat stared at the rock in shock. Even Maplepaw was at a loss for words at seeing the blood of a fellow apprentice.

“Let’s investigate the surrounding area. Perhaps he was just badly hurt.” Cloudyrain suggested. Mothleap nodded in agreement, before heading off north of the rock. She took in the scent of the area, but the only cat smells in the area were the ones on the patrol.

When Mothleap returned back to where the patrol had split, she reported, “I couldn’t smell any other scent other than the cats on this patrol.”

“Neither could I.” Cloudyrain confessed.

Goldenstorm said nothing, continuing to stare at his paws. An apprentice is missing and likely injured and he’s still upset about my rejection? Mothleap thought incredulously.

“Maplepaw, go back to camp and get some cats to investigate.” Mothleap told the apprentice. Maplepaw opened her mouth to respond but quickly decided against it as she dashed off toward the camp.

“I can’t believe this has happened.” Lilypaw said. There was almost no emotion in her voice, as if she was going into a state of shock. She leaned her body into Snakepaw’s for support.

“It might not be as bad as it seems.” Mothleap suggested, but she had to admit that her hope was dying. The bloody rock and lack of any real trail were leading Mothleap to conclude that Volepaw was dead, or at least not able to be found.

“Yeah, his scent was probably washed away by the rain.” Snakepaw offered. If Lilypaw heard either cat, she didn’t acknowledge them.

What Snakepaw said made Mothleap stop and think for a second. Wait a minute, if Volepaw’s scent was washed away, then surely the blood and fur should’ve been as well? The rock suddenly seemed much more suspicious now. Cloudyrain gave Mothleap a look as if he had come to the same conclusion that she had.

Before Mothleap could talk to the gray tom, the bushes rustled and Batpelt, Elmfern, and Bramblepelt entered the clearing.

“Let me see the rock.” Elmfern stated. Mothleap stepped aside so the medicine cat could inspect the rock.

As Elmfern was staring intensely at the stone, Batpelt asked, “Maplepaw informed us of what you found, but just to be sure, what happened?” Mothleap shuffled on her paws before speaking, trying to focus her mind on the important events.

“Well, Muddystrom assigned us to patrol the river, and as we neared the end of our border, Lilypaw spotted the rock with Volepaw’s fur and blood. We tried to find Volepaw’s scent trail, but haven’t been able to scent anything yet.” Mothleap stated. As Batpelt took in the information, Cloudyrain nodded in agreement. Goldenstorm only flicked an ear, his eyes not focused on anything around him.

“With all due respect, you three are all pretty new warriors. I bet that I and a few other senior warriors will be able to pick up Volepaw’s scent.” Batpelt said. Mothleap felt a burst of rage coursing through her pelt at the deputies words. I’m just as capable as you are!

Mothleap looked at Cloudyrain, expecting the tom to be similarly enraged. But the dark gray tom said nothing, only nodding at the deputy's words. “Very well. Let’s head back to camp.” Cloudyrain then started to head off in the direction of the camp. Mothleap made sure that the apprentices and Goldenstorm were following before she padded up next to Cloudyrain.

“Can you believe Batpelt said that?” Mothleap asked. Cloudyrain ignored her question, and instead said,

“We have bigger problems right now.” He looked side to side, before lowering his voice to a whisper. “I think we both know it’s weird that Volepaw’s scent was washed away, but some of his blood and fur remained. It feels… wrong.” The last word was barely audible, as if the very suggestion was so blasphemous that even speaking the word aloud would ignite StarClan’s wrath.

Mothleap gave a quick nod before adding, “Yeah, it’s definitely weird. But I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for it. Maybe the rock was hidden enough from the rain that it remained untouched by the storm.”

Cloudyrain seemed unimpressed with that suggestion. “But it was right by the river, and we know that the river grew from the storm. Surely the water would’ve washed it away?” He asked.

Mothleap was at a loss for words. Despite her hatred for the tom, she had to admit that Cloudyrain was making sense. I don’t know what it is, but there was definitely something off about that scene. She thought.

The patrol padded on in silence, with Mothleap and Cloudyrain in the lead, Lilypaw and Snakepaw in the middle, and Goldenstorm trailing behind. The sun was high in the sky by the time the patrol returned to camp. It was mostly empty, as most cats had been assigned their duties for the day, with just a few queens and elders dotted about.

“Is Volepaw dead?”

Mothleap turned at the sound. A small dark-brown tom with a lithe frame had padded up to Mothleap. His green eyes were filled with worry.

Mothleap held in a sigh “Well, we’re not quite sure.” She answered honestly. The tom nodded in acceptance. The apprentice headed away and approached Lilypaw and Snakepaw. StarClan, please let Volepaw live.

Chapter Text

Smolderpaw sighed as he stared down at the herbs in front of him. The dimly lit medicine cat den made the herbs hard to distinguish, and they all had the same pine scent. How do medicine cats do this? He thought.

It had been a quarter moon since Smolderpaw had been apprenticed. Hareflight had given him the task of separating two kinds of herbs. Catmint and… What did Hareflight say the other one was? Clover? He thought. Remembering the herbs was hard enough, but when they looked so similar, it was near impossible.

Smolderpaw hooked his claw around some of the leaves and pushed them to his left. These look sort of similar. He thought.

Hareflight padded into the medicine cat den. A mouse was in his jaws. He dropped the small piece of prey onto the floor and leaned over Smolderpaw’s shoulder to see how he was doing. It took all of Smolderpaw’s strength to not flinch. He can be so scary sometimes! I never know what he’s thinking. He thought.

“You’ve got some catmint in your clover pile.” The stoic tom said coldly. Smolderpaw felt his pelt ripple with fear. I messed up again! I bet Hareflight also thinks I’m useless.

“Sorry.” He murmured. Hareflight didn’t say anything, his eyes lost as he was deep in thought. Smolderpaw used his paw to try to separate the clover and catmint but didn’t know how to tell the two apart.

After a moment or two, Hareflight spoke again “Clover is smaller than catmint. And it smells sweeter.” The orange tom used his paws to separate a few strands of the clover and catmint into two different piles. “Try to continue from there.”

As the ginger tom turned away, Smolderpaw couldn’t help but sigh once more. Why is this so hard for me? He asked himself.

Squirrelpaw burst into the medicine den, her amber eyes beaming with excitement. “Apricot’s leg is starting to heal!” She shouted. Quicktulip shortly followed her apprentice and purred in agreement.

“That’s right. Her leg is healing up nicely. I was worried that she’d have to kit with her leg still broken, but hopefully, that won’t be the case.” The white molly said.

Smolderpaw briefly thought about Apricot. When he was a kit, a border patrol had found the injured orange molly. She had begged for help, so the Clan had taken her in. Other than that, Smolderpaw didn’t know much about her, other than she was a pregnant queen. I guess the Clan is just so big that it’s hard to remember every cat.

“Good.” Stonedust said. The gray molly murmured something else, but it was so quiet that Smolderpaw couldn’t hear what she had said. Stonedust cast her deep blue gaze onto Smolderpaw, and the small tom did his best not to cower. Stonedust was the oldest medicine cat. She was nice but had a certain air of authority. The last time I talked to some cat in the Clan with authority…

“Perhaps it would do Smolderpaw good if he were to get help from some fellow apprentices.” She said. Quicktulip looked thoughtful for a moment. Smolderpaw couldn’t help but fill with doubt. Am I really that bad at being an apprentice that I need extra help? He thought miserably.

“That could work. Although, Sootpaw and Elmfern are out of the camp right now.” She responded. Quicktulip turned her head to face the brown and white molly beside her. “Squrrielpaw, do you think you could give Smolderpaw some help?” She asked.

The brown molly beamed. “Of course! Come on Smolderpaw, let’s sort these herbs!” Squirrelpaw bounded over to him, and Smolderpaw couldn’t help but appreciate her enthusiasm.

As Quicktulip had turned her attention to something else, as Squirrelpaw's chatter filled the den. “So, what are you sorting here?” Before Smolderpaw could even begin to respond, Squirrelpaw quickly answered her own question, “Oh, clover and catmint! Those two can be tricky at first, but once you get the hang of it, it’s as easy as finding a fox in a rabbit hole!”

Smolderpaw nodded and allowed the older apprentice to help him. Squirrelpaw moved her brown paws quickly, sorting the clover and catmint faster than Hareflight had. “The important thing to remember is this; Clover leaves are a lot rounder than catmint leaves. See the roundness here.” She used a claw to point out the round leaves of the clover.

Smolderpaw nodded, starting to gain confidence in his actions. “So, this is clover and this is catmint?” As he spoke, he used his paw to separate a strand that was rounded, and a strand that was sharper. Please let this be right! I don’t want to look like a mouse-brain. He hoped.

Squirrelpaw shook her head so quickly that Smolderpaw feared it might fall off. “That’s right! I knew you could do it!” She said. Smolderpaw felt warmth fill his pelt despite the dim lighting in the den. It feels nice to have some cat believe in me He reflected.

As Smolderpaw began to separate the clover and catmint, Squirrelpaw quickly dashed to the entrance of the medicine cat den. “Oh! I think Sootpaw and Elmfern are back!” She said excitedly. She turned her head to face Quicktulip. “Can we catch up with them?” She asked.

Quicktulip looked at Hareflight. “What do you think?” She asked. Hareflight said nothing for a moment, and Smolderpaw feared that his mentor would reject the offer.

“I suppose Smolderpaw’s sorted enough for now.” He remarked quietly. Smolderpaw felt excitement for the first time that day. Finally, I can leave the den! I wonder how my Clanmates are doing? He thought.

Squirrelpaw excitedly called out “Come on!” before she darted out of the den. Does she ever slow down? Smolderpaw thought. Regardless, he quickly followed after the brown molly.

Smolderpaw had to squint against the bright sunlight outside. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Squirrelpaw run over toward the entrance of the camp. Sootpaw and his mentor Elmfern were there, with Elmfern holding some herbs between his jaws. As Smolderpaw approached the cats, he could pick up on the strong smell coming from the herbs in the orange toms jaws. Wow, the smell is so strong! What could it be? Tansy? Smolderpaw wondered.

“I helped gather some borage leaves.” Sootpaw announced proudly. Elmfern merely nodded, his jaws full. Borage leaves, right… What do those do again? Smolderpaw thought. He struggled to remember what the leaf did.

“That’s great! Apricot might need them when she kits. I’m not sure how far along Shortwhisker is.” Squrrielpaw stated. Elmfern dropped the leaves in his jaws.

“Shortwhisker should be soon. Maybe before Apricot.” The orange tom stated. He quickly followed up with, “Why don’t you three check on the elders? Dayfrost was complaining about her scar.” Elmfern then picked up the borage leaves once more, before padding away to the medicine cat den.

Smolderpaw dreaded going to the elders' den. It wasn’t that he thought it was boring like most apprentices. It was the thought that his life could’ve been spent holed up in there that terrified him. It made him anxious to go inside. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn’t change how he felt. It’s okay. I don’t have to worry about being an elder until I’m old. I’m safe. He told himself.

As the three apprentices started to head toward the elders’ den, Sootpaw spoke up with “So, what’s your whole deal?” He stared at the dark gray tom for a moment, unsure how to answer.

“What do you mean?” Smolderpaw eventually said. Sootpaw looked at his paws for a moment, before making direct eye contact with Smolderpaw. The gray tom’s yellow eyes seemed to pierce through Smolderpaw like a hawk’s talons.

“Well, we medicine cats are chosen for a reason. Not just any cat can be responsible for communicating with StarClan and healing others.” Sootpaw said. A second passed before he continued, “I was chosen because my mentor, Elmfern, had a vision the second I was born. He saw soot raining down on a dark brown tabby. When he asked my mother what she wanted to call me. Silvershade said ‘Sootkit’. Since then, he knew that I was destined for something important, and so I became his apprentice.” Smolderpaw noticed how confident Sootpaw seemed. His chest fur fluffed up as if he was proud.

That does sound really important. Smolderpaw thought. He struggled to think of what to say in response. How could he possibly explain that he was forced into the position?

Squrrielpaw, who seemed to sense his tenseness, changed the subject. “Oh, don’t listen to Sootpaw. He’s got fluff in his brain. I’m not part of any special vision or prophecy. It’s not like it’s a requirement or anything. I just like the feeling of helping other cats.”

Smolderpaw was comforted by the brown molly’s words. Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine. This is what I’m meant to do. He thought.

The three apprentices reached the elders' den. Redpaw and Palepaw were leaving the den, with each apprentice holding onto a big piece of old bedding. Palepaw flicked an ear in greeting, as the littermates dragged the big chunk of bedding away.

“I’m glad I won’t ever have to do chores like that.” Sootpaw remarked. Smolderpaw remembered that medicine cat apprentices were usually not assigned the typical warrior apprentice duties. I guess medicine cats and warriors are a lot more different than I thought.

Squirrelpaw rolled her eyes. “Of course, you’d think that.” She muttered. That was the first time Smolderpaw had heard the molly be anything but upbeat and positive.

Smolderpaw was the first to enter the den. It was a lot smaller than he initially thought. Other than that, the den was nothing special. The same moss bedding as the medicine den, with a bramble outside and lichen interior walls. Most of the elders were in there, with Smolderpaw noting that only Sagecreek was missing.

As Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw entered behind him, Dayfrost spoke up. “Oh my! Elmfern really did send all of you. I hope it’s not too much trouble.” Squirrelpaw shook her head.

“It's no trouble at all. Now, let me see your leg.” She asked. Dayfrost groaned as she stretched out her back left leg. Smolderpaw couldn’t help but flinch. That looks worse than I imagined. He thought. Dayfrost’s skin was red and irritated, and it seemed that the fur had never grown back.

“I had to convince her to ask for help. The stupid flea-brain could be bleeding out and you wouldn’t hear a peep.” Talltree muttered. But Smolderpaw could hear the concern laced in the old tom’s mew.

Squirrelpaw inspected Dayfrost’s leg. “I think you’ll need some goldenrod, and maybe a poppy seed just for today.” The brown molly was murmuring to herself rather than speaking directly to Dayfrost. She turned her head to Sootpaw and Smolderpaw. “Sootpaw, come with me to get some herbs, and Smolderpaw, you can stay here.” Sootpaw rolled his yellow eyes but didn’t say anything to the older apprentice.

As Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw left the den, Smolderpaw could feel Dayfrost’s brown eyes staring at him. He inwardly cringed. I know I’m different. Why do other cats insist on reminding me of it all the time?

“Are you happy?” Dayfrost asked him. The question startled Smolderpaw. I wasn’t expecting that at all! He thought

Smolderpaw met the old molly’s eyes. How should he respond to such a question? Should he lie, or tell the truth? Why did Dayfrost even care? Shuffling on his paws, he eventually responded. “I think so.”

Dayfrost continued to stare at him. “Can I share some advice with you? I think you need it.” She said. Smolderpaw dipped his head, silently giving the elder permission.

“When I was younger, I got injured in a big fire that consumed the camp. I was trapped in the medicine den with Windwhistle. He shielded me from the flames, and I lived.” As the light orange molly spoke, her eyes grew dazed, her mind lost in the terrifying memories.

“When I woke, I was weak, and was left with this scar.” Dayfrost gently jostled her leg as if to make her point clear.

“Why are you telling me this story?” Smolderpaw asked. He tried to make the question sound as innocent as possible, I’d hate to be rude to an elder, but this is a bit weird.

“I’ll get there eventually,” Dayfrost told him. She took in a huge breath, and then let out a long sigh before speaking again. “I tried to continue being a warrior. But it was painful, both physically and mentally. So, I made the decision to retire early.”

Smolderpaw gasped. “Why? Why would you choose that?” He blurted out. He just couldn’t understand why she would choose to be an elder. To throw away her chance at being a warrior? I’d do anything to be in her paws!

Dayfrost seemed unaffected by his words. “I knew I couldn’t adapt. I knew my own limits. But that’s not the point of my story.” Dayfrost shook her head as if she was shaking away a flea. “The point is, I chose my path. No cat made me retire when I did. The point isn’t what I chose to do, it’s that I had the ability to make that choice.”

Smolderpaw nodded his head as he processed the wise molly’s words. If choosing is what matters then I should be able to choose what I want to do. He thought. Why should any other cat get a say in his destiny?

Before Smolderpaw could properly thank Dayfrost, Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw had returned, with Squirrelpaw holding a bundle of herbs in her mouth. As Squirrelpaw applied the goldenrod to Dayfrost’s leg, the elderly molly let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you Squirrelpaw. It feels better already.” She purred.

“Of course.” Squirrelpaw responded happily.

Redpaw and Palepaw entered the den, carrying some fresh bedding in their mouths. “Finally.” Pinestreak muttered. With so many cats in the den, Smolderpaw started to feel shy. It’s a bit intimidating with so many paws’ here. He thought.

As Squirrelpaw finished applying the goldenrod, Smolderpaw leaned in closer to Dayfrost. “Thanks for your advice.” He whispered.

Dayfrost purred at the young tom. “Of course. I know a troubled paw’ when I see one.” Her eyes were unfocused as if she was lost in a fond memory. Unsure what the light orange molly meant, Smolderpaw was about to ask, but Sootpaw spoke up,

“Come on Smolderpaw. Let’s regroup at the medicine den.” Smolderpaw cast one last glance at Dayfrost, before he turned and left the elders' den. Sootpaw was continuing to speak to him, but Smolderpaw wasn’t listening to anything the gray tom said. His mind was focused on what Dayfrost had told him. If my choice is what matters, then I want to choose to be a warrior. He thought.

“Aren’t you listening to me?” Sootpaw asked, irritated. Smolderpaw didn’t respond to the young tom. Instead, he declared,

“I have something I need to do.” With that, Smolderpaw dashed away from his fellow apprentices and headed towards the medicine cat den. I must speak with Hareflight at once!

Chapter Text

Hareflight was counting the medicine den’s juniper berry supply when Smolderpaw burst into the den. The action made Hareflight flinch. His apprentice was usually quiet and polite, so bursting into the den was not typical. Could something be wrong?

Hareflight turned his attention away from the berries and asked Smolderpaw, “Is something wrong?” Smolderpaw opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. His amber eyes seemed lost in thought. Not wanting to prod any further, Hareflight turned back to the juniper berries. I’ll just wait for him to gather his thoughts. Hareflight thought.

“Uh… Can I talk to you about something?” Smolderpaw asked. His voice was shaky as if he had lost all his confidence as soon as he entered the den.

“Of course. I am your mentor after all.” Hareflight responded. He knew his apprentice could be a bit timid, so he tried to make his voice light and comforting.

Smolderpaw’s amber eyes glanced around the medicine cat den, as the black tom regarded Stonedust and Quicktulip in the back of the den. “Could we talk alone?” He asked.

Hareflight thought for a moment. This must be something serious if Smolderpaw wants some privacy. He knew the young tom could be shy, but he’d never asked for something like this.
Harefight eventually responded, “Alright. Follow me.” He quickly pushed his way out of the medicine cat den and headed towards the camp exit. The territory is so big, I’m sure we can find somewhere secluded. He thought.

As Hareflight neared the exit, he saw Gingerleaf approach him from the corner of his eye. Oh StarClan, not her. My sister can be so pushy. He thought.

“Hey, Hareflight! Do you want to-” Gingerleaf started.

“I’m busy.” He simply responded. He saw Gingerleaf wince as if claws had raked her muzzle. I’ll have to apologize later. He thought.

Hareflight and Smolderpaw finally left the camp, and Hareflight darted to the left. Ever since Volepaw’s possible death, his Clanmates had been avoiding the river like a cat with greencough. There shouldn’t be any cats there. Nice and private. He thought.

When the two reached the river, Hareflight stopped and pricked his ears. He couldn’t hear any cats, only the occasional scuffle of a mouse or buzz of a bug. He turned to face Smolderpaw and gestured with his paw for the young tom to speak.

Smolderpaw took in a big breath, and let out a long sigh. He gazed down at his paw, and his tail tip twitched as if he was nervous. Hareflight said nothing and let the apprentice gather his thoughts. I won’t push him. He thought.

“I talked to Dayfrost in the elders' den.” Smolderpaw started. He raised his gaze to meet Hareflight’s eyes before continuing. “I… I want to train as a warrior.”

Smolderpaw’s words made Hareflight’s blood turn to ice. What? Why? He knew Smolderpaw was assigned to him by Stonedust, instead of receiving a sign or vision from StarClan. He thought that the tom had desperately wanted to be a medicine cat. So badly that he forced his way into the position.

“What do you mean? Don’t you want this?” Hareflight asked. Smolderpa flicked his tail tip.

“I… I guess not. It wasn’t really my choice.” Smolderpaw’s amber eyes darted to the forest floor.

Hareflight felt rage start to boil in his chest. “What do you mean.” It came out less of a question and more of a demand. Smolderpaw flinched, and Hareflight immediately felt bad. Calm down you fox-heart. He thought.

“The leaders wouldn’t let me train as a warrior because… because I was born different.” Smolderpaw said. His voice was so small and shaky, as if the act of speaking was near impossible.

Suddenly, it all made sense to Hareflight. Those fox-hearts made Smolderpaw a medicine cat because he’s missing a leg! Hareflight couldn’t help but dig his claws into the ground.

“Don’t worry Smolderpaw. I’ll fix this.” He said. With that, he spun around and started to head back to the camp. He could hear Smolderpaw quickly pad after him.

“If it’s too much trouble I don’t mind-”

“No, it’s no trouble at all. You deserve to have your opinion taken into account.” Hareflight immediately responded. He thought for a moment, and continued with, “And don’t worry. I won’t mention that you brought this up to me. That way if there is a fallback, only I’ll get in trouble.”

Smolderpaw murmured a small “Thanks.” as the two toms continued through the forest back to camp. Hareflight’s mind was racing. He had a feeling that the leaders weren’t going to like what he had to say. How can I make them see that it’s wrong?” He thought.

As the two padded into camp, Hareflight was vaguely aware of Gingerleaf calling his name, but he had to ignore it for now. I’m sorry Gingerleaf, but this is really important. He thought. He quickly dashed to the leader’s tree but stopped just outside the thin vines that covered the entrance.

“Excuse me? I’d like to speak to the leaders.” Hareflight asked. He would win no favors by barging in unannounced.

There was a pause for a moment, and Hareflight was worried that the leaders were not in their den. A quick scent of the air proved otherwise. They’re definitely in there, at least Toadstar and Spottedstar are. He noted.

Finally, Hareflight heard a meek voice call from the inside. “Come in.” He heard Briarstar call out.

Hareflight padded into the leader’s tree. Fernstar was sitting face to face with Toadstar, and the two were whispering to each other. Briarstar was sitting on the left side, her brown eyes lost in thought. Spottedstar was on the right, licking his right paw before swiping it over his ear. The only leader not in the den was Rabbitstar.

In the presence of such important cats, Hareflight suddenly felt his confidence drain considerably. He shifted on his paws and briefly darted his eyes around to try to relieve some of the tension he felt. This is much more intimidating than I thought.

Toadstar rose from his position with Fernstar, his yellow eyes boring into Hareflight. Eventually, the dark brown tabby said, “Greetings, Hareflight. What would you like to share with us?”

At his words, the other leaders seemed to focus on him. Fernstar was staring at him, her amber eyes round with worry. Spottedstar had stopped grooming himself and focused on Hareflight. Briarstar’s eyes refocused, and she turned her attention forward. Hareflight couldn’t help but shudder. This is so much worse now that they’re all staring at me!

He took in a deep breath, before he began with, “Look, I don’t think Smolderpaw is a good fit for the medicine cat position. I think it would be better for every cat if Smolderpaw trained as a warrior.”

Briarstar’s eyes brightened, and she said, “Finally, some cat gets it.” She turned her attention to Toadstar, her brown eyes a blaze. “Even you can't deny what’s right in front of you.”

Toadstar didn’t respond to Briarstar’s statement. In fact, if Hareflight didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought that the brown tom was ignoring Briarstar. Instead, Toadstar’s malignant yellow eyes were staring deep into Hareflight.

“I don’t think you understand,” He started. Slowly, Toadstar stood up and began to pace over to Hareflight. “I don’t care that he's bad at the job. I don’t care that you’re struggling to train him. And I certainly don’t care what a whiny, newly made medicine cat has to say. Smolderpaw will train as a medicine cat, or he will go to the elders’ den. That is final.” He growled out. He had gotten so close to Hareflight that the orange tom could smell the leaders' breath.

Hareflight choked. What can I say to that? He thought meekly. Just as Hareflight was about to bow his head and retreat from the den, Spottedstar spoke up,

“Perhaps it’s not as black and white as you make it out to be, Toadstar.” The dark brown tabby whipped his head around to send an icy glare at the other leader. Spottedstar ignored the look and continued speaking. “Maybe we should consult with StarClan on the matter. If the leaders and medicine cats are divided, who better to settle the dispute?”

Toadstar said nothing, merely lashing his tail in agitation. Fernstar hesitantly nodded, and softly mewed, “I agree.”

Toadstar finally turned his attention back to Hareflight. All of the rage and anger that he had before seemed to vanish, and the leader muttered, “I suppose there’s no harm.”

Hareflight, not knowing how to end the conversation, simply nodded in acknowledgment before quickly dipping out of the den. Once he entered the clearing, Hareflight took in a gasp of air. That was terrifying! I thought for sure that Toadstar would claw my pelt off! He thought.

Hareflight headed for the medicine cat den. Now all he had to do was wait for nightfall, before heading to the Mooncrater to commune with StarClan. Don’t worry Smolderpaw; you won’t have to wait for long.

The light of the pale moon lit up the clearing as Hareflight slipped out of the medicine cat den. Only a few cats were still in the clearing. His mother Foxstripe was talking with Briarstar, as Talltree carefully picked up a mouse from the remains of the fresh-kill pile. As Hareflight passed one of the apprentice dens, he could hear the hushed whispers of the ‘paws gossiping. Hareflight couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Mouse-brained apprentices. At this rate, they’ll be too tired to train tomorrow! He thought.

Hareflight left the camp, dipping his head briefly at Bramblepelt and Beachsky, as the two were sitting watch at the entrance to the camp. Just as Hareflight was starting to head away from camp, he heard some cat call his name.

“Hareflight! Wait!”

Hareflight spun around and saw Stonedust dashing towards him. Her usually playful blue eyes were creased with worry. As she stopped beside him, Stonedust started to pant heavily. The older molly muttered, “I haven’t run that fast since I was a warrior.”

Stonedust shook out her mottled gray pelt, before finally turning her attention to Hareflight. “I don’t think you should go tonight.” She said.

“What? Why not?” He retorted defensively. Hareflight was starting to get frustrated at all the obstacles in his way. I wouldn’t even be here if the leaders would just trust me. He thought.

“Toadstar was far too quick to change his mind. I’ve known him all my life. That cat’s as stubborn as a thorn in your bedding. He’s planning something.” Stonedust said. Towards the end of her sentence, her eyes seemed to glaze over, as if she was thinking back to a different time.

Hareflight briefly considered what the gray molly had said. I guess it was a bit weird how quickly Toadstar changed his tune. He thought. But then he thought about Smolderpaw. How the poor tom was bullied into something he hated. I have to do this. I will not let an innocent cat suffer.

“I’m sorry Stonedust, but this is important.” He said. Stonedust looked angered for just a brief moment before she let out a long sigh.

“You’re fully grown now, I guess you can do what you want. Just be careful, okay?” She said. Hareflight nodded, although he couldn’t help but be annoyed that the molly thought he was reckless.

The two cats stood in silence for a moment, before Stonedust simply turned around, and headed back toward the camp. The night suddenly seemed a lot colder to Hareflight. I wish I wasn’t going alone. He thought, before pushing it away. Stop thinking about things like that you mouse-brain! Smolderpaw needs you! There’s only so much moonlight left.

Hareflight started on his way to the Mooncrater. His pace was swift, but he wasn’t running. The path to the Mooncrater was long, but Hareflight knew the route well. I could cut through the stream after the Great Rock. He thought.

The Great Rock was just ahead. It was a massive stone, bigger than anything Hareflight had ever seen. The Clan used it as a waypoint, to help find their way around the territory. Hareflight briefly paused to take in its beauty.

Suddenly, he heard a twig snap. His heart pounding, Hareflight stilled and listened closely. Smelling the air, he couldn’t smell any other cats. Just the lushness of the forest in green-leaf, with a hint of mint. Perhaps it was a prey animal. He thought.

Waiting for just a moment too long, Hareflight continued on his journey. He passed by the stream, before jumping over a fallen log. Must have fallen during the storm. He thought, before shuddering at the memory. The storm was so bad, Hareflight was worried he would be swept off of his paws.

As the trees started to thin out, Hareflight could finally see the Mooncrater. The soil underneath his paws turned ashy, as Hareflight slowly descended into the hollow. They say StarClan themselves carved out this spot of the world when the first LynxClan settlers came here. He remembered learning about the history of the Mooncrater as an apprentice.

Hareflight tentatively approached the Whitestone. It radiated a certain force that Hareflight could feel in his paws. Trembling, he carefully sat down beside the Whitestone and quickly murmured a prayer.

“Oh StarClan, I call upon you in my time of need. I ask for your wisdom and guidance, as I must learn the true nature of Smolderpaw’s path.” He said. The first few words were so ingrained in his head that Hareflight barely had to think about it.

Waiting for just a moment longer, Hareflight closed his eyes and gently touched his nose to the Whitestone.

Hareflight blinked open his eyes. He was immediately blinded by the bright daytime light of the dream. StarClan knows we commune at night, why do all these meetings take place during the day! He thought stubbornly, before truly taking in his surroundings.

Leaves fluttered down around him, as oaks towered high above. It was as if the trees were holding up the bright blue sky. A few clouds were dotted about, but none were blocking the sun. Seems typical enough. Hareflight thought. He opened his mouth to smell the air, searching for a familiar scent. Perhaps I’ll see Dawnkit and Frecklekit.

As if thinking about them summoned them, Hareflight soon saw the familiar forms of the two kits. Frecklekit was a light brown molly with dark orange specks that dotted her back and sides. Her blue eyes were bright with wonder as she padded into the clearing. Dawnkit was a bright orange molly, with a large cream spot on her chest. Her green eyes were similarly bright, although she seemed more relaxed than Frecklekit. I wonder what they would’ve been like if they survived. Hareflight thought.

“Hareflight!” Frecklekit raced up to Hareflight, and nuzzled her head against his chest. Hareflight couldn’t help but purr. It was nice to know that he would always have a special connection to his deceased littermates.

“Hello Hareflight. How are our mother and father?” Dawnkit asked.

“Good. Well, as good as they can be.” Hareflight answered honestly. Frecklekit bounced away, and quickly found a ball of moss.

“I can’t wait for you to us someday! We’ll play moss ball all the time, and never be hungry or tired or anything!” Frecklekit said excitedly as she started to play with the moss ball.

Hareflight couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in StarClan is wishing death upon another cat amusing. He thought.

“I hate to cut to the chase, but I’m in desperate need of advice. What have you come to offer me?” He asked. He always disliked getting straight to the point with his young littermates. They died so young, they deserve at least a moment of normality.

Frecklekit started to laugh, and Dawnkit simply shook her head, an amused look on her face. “Oh, Hareflight. We can’t give you what you seek. We’re just helping a special cat reach you.” Dawnkit said.

Hareflight paused. Before he could ask what Dawnkit meant, a third figure appeared to Hareflight. He had never seen this StarClan cat before. She was a dark brown molly, with even darker stripes that rippled down her tabby pelt. There was a single white flash on her chest. She looks… familiar, somehow. Hareflight thought.

She padded toward him, tail high, as she approached the three cats. Frecklekit and Dawnkit murmured a quiet greeting. The tabby molly stood directly in front of Hareflight, and that’s when the tom noticed something. She’s blind! He thought. The way she walked, it was as if she could see clearer than a sharp-eyed eagle.

“I’ve come to answer your prayer, Hareflight.” The molly spoke. Her voice was tough and hard, despite the molly’s young appearance. Hareflight felt at a loss for words.

Unsure what else to say, he simply blurted out, “Who are you?”

The brown molly remained expressionless as she answered. “I am Leafstorm. One of the original settlers of LynxClan.”

I’ve never met one of the original settlers before! He thought. This must be very important.

“I am honored to meet such an important cat.” Hareflight said though he wasn’t really addressing any cat in particular.

“Oh, just skip the pleasantries! We don’t have time for such nonsense.” Leafstorm remarked. Hareflight couldn’t help but feel shocked. Well, she certainly has a sharp tongue!

Hareflight opened his mouth to speak, but Leafstorm interrupted him. “Let me show you something.” She flicked her tail and turned away from him. Hareflight quickly followed after. Leafstorm turned a corner, and it was as if the two were transported to a completely different forest.

The towering oaks transformed into much smaller and dense pines. The ground became more uneven as if years of cats treading through had worn away the soil. The sky darkened as more clouds started to gather. Leafstorm continued to walk as confidently as when they were in the oak forest. It’s as if she knows this place like the back of her paw! Hareflight thought.

Leafstorm finally stopped in a small clearing. Hareflight stopped beside her. He thought about asking her what she was doing before quickly pushing the thought away. I get the feeling she’s the type of cat to not like that kind of attention.

Leafstorm finally began to speak, “I was from the original five Clans. ShadowClan. That old pine forest was so unique. I haven't smelled anything like it since.” As she spoke, the smells of many herbs and pines overwhelmed Hareflight. It was as if just mentioning the smells of the forest summoned them to her.

Leafstorm shook her head, and as suddenly as it started, the intense smells stopped. She paused for just a moment before continuing, “I wanted to be a warrior more than anything. But Orchidstar, the leader at the time, refused. She said a blind cat would be no use. A blind cat would be a burden. I was forced to train as a medicine cat.” Her voice started to warble at the end.

The clouds above Hareflight started to darken even more, and the wind started to pick up. I think her emotions are controlling this plane! I’ve never seen anything like it. Hareflight thought, astonished. This was certainly a powerful StarClan cat.

“But all was not lost. I knew I would never be accepted in ShadowClan. Not as a warrior, anyway. So I did what I had to do.” She paused for just a moment, before quickly continuing, “I ran away.” She said it so quietly that Hareflight could barely hear it. As soon as Leafstorm finished, the sound of thunder clapped in the distance, before rain started to pound down on both of them. I didn’t think it was possible for it to rain in StarClan. Hareflight remarked to himself.

Leafstorm and Hareflight sat in silence, the rain drenching both of their pelts before finally, the rain started to melt away. “Sorry ‘bout that.” Leafstorm muttered. Was that embarrassment in her mew? He thought.

“I know I did the right thing for myself. I found cats who would love and support me. I adapted. I grew. I trained for moons, before finally earning my warrior name.” Leafstorm finished by standing up and stretching as if she had been planted there for moons.

Leafstorm flicked an ear. “I offer you this advice, Hareflight. A leader might be wise, but every cat has their weaknesses. Do not listen to those who lean into hate. Trust your instincts, not the word of some other cat.” Hareflight slowly nodded, before quickly realizing that Leafstorm couldn’t see him. I’m such a mouse-brain sometimes!

“Thank you for your advice, Leafstorm.” Hareflight responded. Leafstorm said nothing at first, before quickly popping up with,

“If Smolderpaw’s kin ran away once, then surely he’s capable of the same fate.”

It took Hareflight a moment to fully realize what she said. Of course, it all makes sense now! Leafstorm must be one of Smolderpaw’s ancestors. That’s why her pelt looked familiar.

Before Hareflight could ask Leafstorm any more questions, darkness started to cloud his vision. But he wasn’t worried, more so annoyed. This vision can’t end now! I still have so many questions for one of the original settlers! Hareflight thought.

Hareflight opened his eyes. The Whitestone faced him, as tall and as brilliant as ever. The light of dawn slowly encroached around him, and Hareflight couldn’t help but instinctively stretch.

Hareflight cast one final look at the Whitestone, before turning away from the rock. I know more than ever what I must do.

Hareflight finally reached the camp. The sun had risen higher in the sky by the time he had returned. The deputies, minus Muddystorm, were arranging the patrols for the day. Hareflight barely acknowledged any cat around him. There’s only one cat I want to talk to right now.

Just as Hareflight reached the outside of the leaders’ den, the lichen parted, as Muddystorm slipped out. He seemed to freeze at the sight of Hareflight. “Oh, uh, ‘morning.” Was all the brown tom said, before quickly dashing past him. Weird. He smelled like mint.

“May I come in? I have news from StarClan.” Hareflight thought that mentioning their ancestors would encourage the leaders to let him in faster.

“Come in.” Hareflight heard the voice of Spottedstar call. As he entered the den, he noticed that the leaders were much more organized than last time, as if they were expecting his visit. Rabbitstar was there, his green eyes staring intently at the orange tom.

Hareflight took in a breath, before speaking, “Well, I communed with StarClan as suggested, and they told me that Smolderpaw must train as a warrior.”

Silence filled the den. Spottedstar glanced at Toadstar, before shuffling on his paws. Rabbitstar’s tail tip flicked. Fernstar was looking away, staring at the wall of the den as if it was the most interesting thing in the forest. Briarstar opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it, as if unsure what to say. What’s wrong now? Hareflight thought.

“Hareflight, are you absolutely sure that’s what happened?” Spottedstar asked.

Hareflight frowned. I’ve never had a leader question a StarClan vision. Especially when I went to the Mooncrater. “Yes, I’m positive.” Hareflight said. After a moment, he tentatively added, “Is something wrong?”

“Yes, something is wrong. You’re lying.” Toadstar growled out. Hareflight’s blue eyes widened.

“Why would you think that?” Harelight asked. How could any leader believe he was lying about something as important as StarClan?

“I had a feeling this would happen.” Toadstar muttered, before continuing, “I had Muddystorm follow you to the Mooncrater. He reported that you never even showed up.”

Hareflight gaped. That was probably the rustling I heard. And he covered himself in mint so I couldn’t smell him! Rage started to boil in his chest, as he dug his claws into the ground.

“Why would I lie about a StarClan vision and jeopardize my input as a medicine cat?” Hareflight asked. And more importantly, why in the world would Muddystorm lie about me going to the Mooncrater? He added to himself.

“It’s obvious, really.” Toadstar began. He stood up and slowly started to pace toward the orange tom. “You were so desperate to prove that you’re right that you faked a vision with StarClan!” The dark brown tabby growled.

Hareflight looked at the other leaders. Surely they don’t believe such nonsense! But as Hareflight saw the other leaders, his heart deflated. Spottedstar was frowning at him, Rabbitstar’s ears were swiveled forward as he sat attentively, and Fernstar was looking at her paws. Even Briarstar, who was always so outspoken against Toadstar, seemed upset.

As Briarstar noticed Hareflight’s gaze, she finally began to speak. “I don’t know what to think,” Briarstar began. She thought for a moment, before continuing, “Muddystorm is not just a senior warrior, but Spottedstar’s deputy. I wouldn’t think he would lie about something serious like this.” Briarstar also rose to her paws and began to pace back and forth. “But on the other paw, Hareflight is a fully trained medicine cat. And while he may be young, medicine cats don’t lie about their visions.”

“I’m not lying!” Hareflight hissed. It was hard to keep his temper in control when he was facing accusations from some of the most powerful cats in the Clan. Muddystorm either has bees in his brain or is a fox-hearted liar! He thought.

“Maybe they’re both right.”

All eyes turned to Fernstar, and the white-cream molly shrank against their gaze. I think that’s the first time she’s ever spoken. Hareflight thought sarcastically.

“I just think… Well, what if Hareflight had a vision before he arrived at the Mooncrater?” Fernstar asked. It was so quiet that Hareflight had to strain his ears to hear her.

“That would explain why Muddystorm never saw him at there there.” Rabbitstar noted. Spottedstar flicked an ear.

“Yes. Is that true, Hareflight?” Spottedstar asked.

Hareflight didn’t respond right away. On the one paw, I don’t want to lie to the leaders. On the other paw, they already think I’m lying. He then had another realization. If I can’t convince them that the vision was real, then Smolderpaw might never train as a warrior. That’s what matters.

Hareflight shuffled on his paws before finally answering, “Yes. I suppose StarClan must’ve seen that I was eager to commune, so they must’ve thought it would be better to talk to me directly.”

It was a flimsy excuse, but Hareflight was grasping at mousetails at this point. I just want this conversation to be over.

To his relief, all of the leaders except Toadstar seemed to brighten at his explanation. “Of course!” Rabbitstar called. “You’ve always had a special connection with StarClan.” The brown tom claimed.

Toadstar’s yellow eyes narrowed. A growl rumbled in his throat, as he turned away. Fernstar’s tail seemed to bush up as if she were facing a badger.

“So does this mean that Smolderpaw will train as a warrior?” Hareflight tentatively asked.

“I suppose since StarClan approves.” Spottedstar said. Briarstar eagerly nodded in agreement.

Hareflight thought he heard Briarstar murmur, “I’ve been saying it for moons.” but he barely paid it any mind. He dipped his head out of respect, before finally leaving the leader's den. He was exhausted from both his vision with StarClan and defending his honor from a baseless lie.

Wordlessly, he padded into the medicine cat den, before collapsing into the nearest nest. I think this is Ripplerun’s, but I hope she won’t mind. He thought.

“Hareflight! How did things go last night at the Mooncrater?” Aldernight asked. Hareflight could only mutter a single sentence before drifting off into sleep.

“I’ve finally done something right.”

Chapter Text

Mothleap internally groaned as Goldenstorm approached her. The pale yellow tom was holding a rabbit in his jaws. Not this again. She thought.

Ever since she had turned down Goldenstorm, the tom would not leave her alone. He was either miserably sad, sitting off in the corner alone, or following Mothleap like he was a lost kit. Why can’t he take a hint that I don’t want to be around him?

Goldenstorm dropped the white hare at her paws, his brown eyes beaming with happiness. Mothleap shifted uncomfortably on her paws.

“Oh, uh, thank you Goldenstorm. But don’t you think prey this big should go to the queens or elders?” She asked, but added to herself, Please go look after any other cat but me.

Goldenstorm didn’t seem deterred by Mothleap’s suggestion. “It’s okay, the hunting party brought back lots of prey. I just wanted to make sure you had the best.” He said. Mothleap darted her deep green eyes away from the tom.

“Well, that’s very thoughtful and all.” She stated. She tried to make her voice sound as neutral as possible, hoping that she wouldn’t accidentally encourage the obsessive tom.

But her efforts were in vain. Goldenstorm’s eyes widened as if that was the nicest comment any cat had said to him.

“Let’s share it.” Goldenstorm said. As he leaned down to take a bite, Mothleap saw an out. Mossheart was across the camp, sharing a sparrow with Silvershade.

“Actually, I promised Mossheart that I would eat with her today.” Mothleap didn’t wait for the yellow tom to respond, and instead quickly walked away from him. I don’t want to raise any suspicion by running. She thought.

Mothleap padded up to her sister, before sitting down right next to her. Mossheart startled a bit at Mothleap’s presence, but the white and black molly quickly welcomed her, as she wrapped her black spotted tail around Mothleap.

“I didn’t think you were eating with us today.” Mossheart said. Mothleap just shrugged her shoulders.

“Plans change sometimes.” She said simply, hoping that neither Silvershade nor Mossheart would question her any further.

Mossheart gestured towards the half-eaten sparrow, and Mothleap gladly took a bit from it. It was at that moment that she realized how hungry she was.

“Well, as I was saying, I was thinking about trying for another litter of kits.” Silvershade said. Mothleap almost choked on her sparrow. Another litter so soon? She thought.

“What does Dustcloud think?” Mossheart asked. Silvershade looked away.

“He says we should wait until Sootpaw earns his medicine cat name. But that’ll take so long.” Silvershade sighed, before biting into the sparrow once more.

“I get what you mean. I’d like to have kits soon too.” Mossheart said. Mothleap couldn’t help but gasp. The other two molly’s turned to face her.

“Why? We’re still young warriors, we have all the time in the world.” Mothleap asked her sister. I’d hate to be cooped up in the nursery at such a young age! She thought to herself.

Mossheart blinked, before calmly saying, “I don’t know, I just want to.” Mothleap put one paw over the other. She hadn’t meant to make her sister feel bad, she was just genuinely surprised.

“I guess if that's what you really want.” She said, before quickly realizing something. I don’t think Mossheart has a mate or anything. How would she even become a mother?

“You’d have to wait until Palepaw became a warrior.” Silvershade remarked. Mossheart nodded.

“I know. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about.” Mossheart said. Her green eyes darted away as if she was embarrassed. Mothleap felt a pang of guilt. I’ll apologize to her later when we’re alone. She noted.

Mothleap got up and stretched. “Well, this has been great, but I need to check on Lilypaw.” It wasn’t entirely true. She mostly just wanted to give Mossheart some space after accidentally upsetting her. I know that’s what I’d want. She thought.

As Mothleap padded away, she overheard Silvershade saying, “Don’t listen to Mothleap. She’s always been a bit rough around the edges.” Mothleap stopped for a moment. Am I really rough around the edges? She shook her head. I should just ignore Silvershade. All she ever thinks about is toms or kits.

Mothleap padded towards the apprentice den where she thought Lilypaw might be. She stopped just outside the entrance as she heard murmuring inside. Straining her ears to listen, Mothleap did her best to hear what the young cats were saying inside.

“He could still be alive.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well, they never found a body.”

“So?”

Mothleap recoiled at the words inside. They’re talking about Volepaw’s disappearance. The young brown tom had been missing for several days now. Lilypaw had been the one to find what was left of the tom. The white molly hadn’t been the same since.

Mothleap cleared her throat, to let the apprentices inside know that she was there. They stopped talking for a moment, as Mothleap entered the small den. Lilypaw was curled up in one of the nests, while her brothers Snakepaw and Stormpaw were standing on either side of her. Lilypaw flicked an ear to show that she knew Mothleap was there, but other than that was completely lethargic.

“Hi, Mothleap.” Stormpaw greeted. Snakepaw dipped his head politely.

“Hi. I was just looking for Lilypaw. I wanted to take her out for some hunting practice.” She said. Perhaps if she catches something it’ll distract her from her grief. Mothleap thought.

Lilypaw merely got up from her nest. She said nothing, her gaze focused on the floor. Mothleap led her apprentice out of the den, before pausing. I should ask one of the deputies where we should hunt.

Mothleap gazed around the camp before she locked eyes with Muddystorm. The older tom was sharing a squirrel with Seaheart, Fernstar’s deputy. Mothleap quickly padded up to the deputies, calling out “Hey Muddystorm! Where should we hunt today? I was thinking north of the Great Rock.”

The brown tom jumped at Mothleap’s words and quickly whipped his head around to meet her gaze. His yellow eyes were clouded as if his mind were somewhere else. That’s weird. Muddystorm is usually so alert.

“Oh uh… That’s fine.” Muddystorm said. Before quickly turning back to his squirrel.
Seaheart gave Mothleap a questioning look as if he was silently agreeing with her that his behavior was odd. He must have a lot on his mind. He is the oldest deputy after all. Mothleap concluded.

Mothleap flicked her tail, and Lilypaw followed her. As the two reached the exit of camp, Mothleap felt her skin crawl as Goldenstorm called out to her. “Mothleap! Wait! I have something for you!”

Mothleap didn’t even acknowledge the yellow tom. Instead, she rushed out of camp, only glancing back behind her to see that Lilypaw was following her. She only started to slow when the camp was far in the distance, and the smells of the forest filled her nose.

When Mothleap stopped, Lilypaw bumped into her. Her apprentice muttered a small “Sorry.” with an unreadable expression on her face. Should I try to comfort her? What if I say something to offend her as I did with Mossheart? She thought.

“Is everything alright Lilypaw?” Mothleap asked. If she wants to talk, she’ll talk. I won’t force her.

Lilypaw’s yellow eyes hardened for a moment, before turning to anger. “It’s not fair.” The young molly growled. Hesitantly, Mothleap asked the next logical follow-up.

“What’s not fair?”

Lilypaw said nothing for a moment, and Mothleap thought that her apprentice might not say anything at all. Instead, the white molly padded forward and plopped down next to Mothleap. She turned her head away from her mentor as she spoke.

“It’s not fair that some cats ignore what’s right in front of their whiskers, while others suffer.”

Mothleap was unsure how to respond right away. What could that mean? She thought. Before Mothleap could ask Lilypaw to clarify, the little molly continued on.

“I wish… I wish I told Volepaw how I felt before he..." As soon as she finished, Lilypaw crumpled to the ground, before letting out a small wail.

Mothleap wrapped her tail around her apprentice. She couldn’t help but wince at the young molly’s words. Lilypaw must've loved Volepaw. How did I never notice? She thought. That would explain why Lilypaw was so distraught over his disappearance and likely death. It wasn’t unheard of for apprentices to have romantic feelings for each other. Poor Lilypaw. Mothleap thought.

Lilypaw leaned into Mothleap, and the two sat there. Mothleap wasn’t sure how long, but she eventually heard pawsteps coming from behind them. She smelled the air, before letting out a small groan. Great, it’s Cloudyrain and Maplepaw. I hope they just pass us by. She hoped.

Unfortunately, StarClan wasn’t on her side today, as Cloudyrain and Maplepaw pushed past some ferns. Cloudyrain glanced at Mothleap, his amber eyes softening as he saw how distraught Lilypaw was. Maplepaw merely glared at the two.

“Great, the worst apprentice in the Clan is here.” Maplepaw sneered. As fast as lightning, Lilypaw whipped her head up and glared at Maplepaw.

“Leave me alone.” Lilypaw growled. Maplepaw snorted.

“Why should I? I’m just stating the obvious.” Maplepaw said. Her brown eyes were filled with contempt. Mothleap shot Cloudyrain a look. Take control of your unruly apprentice. She willed him.

“Maybe I’m bad at being a warrior, but at least I’m not a fox-heart.” Lilypaw hissed. Cloudyrain finally turned to face Maplepaw. Before he could speak, Maplepaw leaped forward and tackled Maplepaw to the ground.

At once, the two molly’s turned into a ball of fur and rage, as each one scratched at the other. Mothleap jumped up and attempted to grab Lilypaw by her scruff. But the effort was futile. They’re moving too fast, I can’t get a good hold of either of them! She thought desperately.

Cloudyrain unsheathed his claws and managed to hook Maplepaw by her scruff. The orange and cream molly screeched as her mentor dragged her away. She had a scratch on her cheek and a long wound on her leg. Lilypaw sat up and was panting from the effort. Her nose was cut, and she held her front left paw up as blood oozed from a wound on it.

Mothleap quickly rushed to Lilypaw’s side. “Are you okay?” She asked. Lilypaw simply nodded. Mothleap cast a cold gaze toward Cloudyrain.

“You need to control your apprentice!” She snapped, all of her patience gone. Cloudyrain didn’t seem to hear her. Instead, his yellow eyes were glaring at Maplepaw.

“What in StarClan do you think you’re doing.” Cloudyrain growled. His tail lashed as Maplepaw returned the glare.

“She insulted me!” Maplepaw spat. Quietly, she added, “She deserved it.” Lilypaw growled at the pale-cream molly but made no movements toward her.

Cloudyrain narrowed his eyes. “We’re going back to camp. Right now.” As Cloudyrain stomped away, Maplepaw let out a small whine but followed regardless. Cloudyrain cast one last look towards Mothleap. As their eyes met, Mothleap thought she saw a hint of regret in Cloudyrain’s eyes. He should be regretful. His unruly bully of an apprentice hurt Lilypaw!

Lilypaw started to pad away, and Mothleap quickly said, “Wait! We need to go back to camp too!”

Lilypaw turned to face Mothleap. Her yellow eyes were filled with anger. “Why? I didn’t do anything wrong. And I don’t want to be around her.” Lilypaw said. Mothleap could understand where her apprentice was coming from. If Cloudyrain ever attacked me, I wouldn’t want to be around him either. But she knew that the two had to go back to camp, regardless of their feelings.

“We still have to report what happened. I don’t entirely trust Cloudyrain.” Mothleap said. She quickly added, “Besides, you’re injured. You should at least be seen by one of the medicine cats.”

Lilypaw groaned, but followed Mothleap as she led her apprentice back to camp. Lilypaw is already feeling bad because of Volepaw, but thanks to Maplepaw, she’s feeling even worse! Mothleap thought. How could Maplepaw be so heartless?

As the two were walking, Lilypaw suddenly asked, “Do you think Maplepaw will get in trouble?”

“Of course.” Mothleap immediately responded. Why shouldn’t she? I hope both Maplepaw and Cloudyrain get in some kind of trouble. Cloudyrain was clearly not fit to be a mentor, at least to an apprentice as wild as Maplepaw.

“Isn’t Maplepaw Briarstar’s daughter? What if she favors her over me?” Lilypaw said. There was fear in her mew.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Mothleap said to Lilypaw. Silently, she added to herself, even if I have to take the fall for it.

The two mollys had finally entered the camp. A few eyes turned to face them, but otherwise, most of Mothleap’s clanmates ignored the pair. Mothleap glanced around the camp but frowned when she couldn’t see Cloudyrain or Maplepaw. Where could those two be?

Suddenly, the lichen that covered the leaders’ den shifted as Cloudyrain stormed out. His eyes were wide with rage as he stomped through the clearing. He didn’t acknowledge any cat around him, merely grunting as he passed Mothleap and out of camp.

“Mothleap, Lilypaw? I’d like to have a word with both of you.” Mothleap turned to face Briarstar. Her head was poking out of the lichen as she called to the two cats. She had an unreadable expression on her face. This is it. Mothleap thought.

Tentatively, Mothleap stepped forward, as she padded towards the leaders’ den. Lilypaw shuffled behind her, her fur on end. I don’t blame her.

As Mothleap entered the den, she noticed a few things. Briarstar was the only leader in the den. That’s odd. I always thought the five leaders were in here all the time. Mothleap thought. The other thing she noticed was that Maplepaw was in the den. But unlike before, all of her snark and confidence had been erased. Her head was down, shame glistening in her eyes. Mothleap couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. But only a bit. She deserves what’s coming to her. She quickly noted.

“Neither of you is in trouble.” Briarstar said, her voice smooth and calming. Lilypaw brightened up a bit, and Mothleap felt her shoulders drop. Briarstar turned her head to her daughter. “Maplepaw? Do you have something you’d like to say to Lilypaw?” In contrast to how the leader spoke to them, Briarstar’s voice was cold and unwavering. I’ve never heard her so mad before, even when she argues with Toadstar!

Maplepaw flinched at her mother’s words. “I’m sorry Lilypaw. Attacking a Clanmate is wrong, no matter the circumstances.” Maplepaw’s last words were muttered as if she could barely manage to speak.

“It’s okay.” Lilypaw said although Mothleap could tell that her apprentice wasn’t planning on forgiving Maplepaw any time soon. Briarstar nodded at her daughter’s words.

“Now head to the medicine cat den, and after that, you can start by cleaning out the nursery.” Briarstar said. Maplepaw glanced at her mother, and for a moment, Mothleap wondered if the young molly would refuse. But Maplepaw didn’t, and instead, padded out of the den.

Briarstar sighed. “I’m sorry about her behavior. Rest assured, I have dealt with the problem.” Briarstar turned to face Lilypaw. “You should head to the medicine cat den as well. We wouldn’t want that paw getting infected.”

Lilypaw nodded, and murmured a small, “Yes Briarstar.” before she padded out of the den. I know Briarstar means well, but Lilypaw won’t go to the medicine cat den until Maplepaw is out. Mothleap thought. She made a mental note to check in on the white molly to make sure she had her injuries seen.

Briarstar waited a minute after Lilypaw had left the den before she spoke. “Cloudyrain will no longer be Maplepaw’s mentor.”

Mothleap’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t help but blurt out, “What?” No wonder he looked as mad as a fox in leaf-bare! She thought.

Briarstar continued. “I’m concerned about Cloudyrain. He was always brash and hot-headed, but I thought he’d know better than to allow fights between Clanmates to break out.” Briarstar met Mothleap’s eyes. “I’ve seen you around with him before. What do you think of his behavior?”

One of the leaders is asking me a direct question! Mothleap thought. She couldn’t help but get excited that Briarstar would trust a warrior as young as her for advice. Okay, focus on the task at hand. How does Cloudyrain act?

After some consideration, Mothleap said, “Well, to be completely honest, he’s kind of a bully. He’d always make snide comments or remarks to me.” She continued with, “But this is the first time it’s escalated to physical violence.”

Briarstar nodded at her words. “Thank you Mothleap. You may leave now.” As she finished, Briarstar stood and began to pace, her brown eyes lost in thought.

Mothleap turned and headed out of the leaders den. I hope what I said was able to help her. She thought.

Mothleap padded over to the medicine den and peeked her head inside. To her relief, Lilypaw was being treated by Cypresspond. Maplepaw was nowhere to be seen. Good. He’s an experienced medicine cat, he’ll take good care of her. She thought.

“Excuse me.”

A voice from behind Mothleap spoke, and she turned to meet the blue eyes of Hareflight. “Oh, sorry!” She said as she stepped aside to let the tom pass. The orange tom stared at her for a moment too long, before he picked up some herbs that were on the ground, and headed into the den.

He’s certainly a strange tom. Mothleap thought. Before she could do anything else, she saw Goldenstorm approach her from the corner of her eye.

“Hi Mothleap! How was it with you sister?” The yellow tom asked. Mothleap averted her gaze.

“Good.” She mumbled. Please just go away. She thought. As Goldenstorm opened his mouth to speak, Curlycloud approached from behind the yellow tom.

“There you are, Mothleap! You said we could go for a walk down by the river!” Curlycloud called. Mothleap frowned. I don’t remember telling my mother such a thing. She thought.

“Come on, not a moment to spare!” Curlycloud said, using her head to nudge Mothleap forward. Mothleap simply nodded at the white and black molly, as she headed to where her mother wanted her to be. I’m sure she has her reasons.

As Mothleap left the camp, with Curlycloud close behind her, she started to head towards the river. Curlycloud padded up to her left side. She turned her head behind her, scanning the entrance of the camp for a moment. When she was satisfied, she focused her attention back on Mothleap.

“Are you okay?” Curlycloud asked her. Mothleap let out a sigh.

“I guess so. Goldenstorm is just annoying, that’s all.” Mothleap said. She tried to not give too much away to Curlycloud. The last thing I want to do is talk about toms with my mother! Mothleap thought.

After a moment, when Curlycloud didn’t respond, Mothleap asked, “Why did you lie and say that I asked you to walk with me?”

Curlycloud sighed. “Well, I have experience with toms like that.”

Mothleap frowned. “What do you mean?” She asked her mother. The only tom I know that my has seen is my father! Mothleap thought.

Curlycloud paused for a moment, her blue eyes clouding with thought. She started to slowly speak, “When I was a new warrior, your father hadn’t joined the Clans yet. Seeing him at all was a rarity, and had to be kept secret.”

Mothleap nodded as she listened. I’ve heard this story before. She thought. It was no secret that her father was a loner who joined the Clan to be with his love, Curlycloud. Loners join the Clan all the time.

“Well, before he joined the Clan, a tom called Skysight was padding after me in much the same way that Goldenstorm is to you.” Her mother said. Mothleap couldn’t tell what emotion her mother was feeling. She sounds somber, but also worried. Mothleap thought.
“He was a pain in my tail.” Curlycloud continued. “I had nowhere to go, and no cat who would help me.” She said. Mothleap nodded to show she was listening but remained silent nonetheless.

“If this tom is bothering you, just let me know alright? I’ll make sure that he’ll stop and all.” Curlycloud finished by turning her head to meet Mothleap’s eyes.

Mothleap thought for a moment. Should I be honest and tell her the truth? It felt a little embarrassing to confess what was happening to her mother. I’m not a weak kit anymore!

As if her mother could read her thoughts, Curlycloud softly said, “It’s okay to admit you need help.”

Mothleap sighed, “I suppose I wouldn’t mind that.” Curlycloud nodded, and the two cats sat in comfortable silence.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

Chapter Text

Dawn light first started to seep into the medicine cat den when Smolderpaw heard “Let all cats old enough to hunt gather to hear my words!” Toadstars voice boomed.
Smolderpaw couldn’t help but bounce in anticipation. I get to actually train as a warrior now! He thought.

He remembered what Hareflight told him, his mind flashing back to a few days ago. “The leaders have agreed, you shall train as a warrior.” Hareflight said. “They’ll make you a warrior apprentice any day now.”

As he returned to the present, Smolderpaw poked his head out of the medicine cat den and gazed across the clearing. Most of the Clan had gathered, except some of the elders and a few queens. Their mews were hushed with surprise and intrigue.

“Are you ready?”

Smolderpaw turned back into the den to look at Hareflight. The orange tom stared at him with an almost unreadable expression. I guess this is kind of a bittersweet day for him. He’s losing an apprentice. Smolderpaw noted.

“Yes! I’m so excited I can barely keep it in!” Smolderpaw said. Hareflight simply nodded his head and padded past him as he left the den. Smolderpaw was about to follow, but he heard Stonedust clear her throat.

Smolderpaw turned to meet the gray molly’s eyes as she spoke, “You’re doing the right thing, Smolderpaw. Don’t let any cat tell you otherwise.”

“I know a lot of cats look down on me, but I know I’ll be a great warrior. I’ll be useful to my Clan!” Smolderpaw responded earnestly.

Stonedust stared at him. “You don’t need to be ‘useful’ to have value.”

There was silence for a moment, as Smolderpaw stirred on the old molly’s thoughts. That’s easy for her to say. She’s the oldest medicine cat, she’s one of the most useful cats in the Clan!

Before Smolderpaw could respond, he heard his mother call to him, “Come now Smolderpaw, everyone is waiting!”

Smolderpaw waited for just a second more, before turning around and leaving the den. Wow, almost every cat in the Clan is here! The last time he had been apprenticed, the mass of cats was suffocating. Now, they were welcoming.

“I’m so proud of you!” Sunspots said. His mother stood in front of him, with his littermates and his father not far behind.

Smolderpaw licked his chest fur in embarrassment. “I didn’t really do much. It was really Hareflight who convinced the leaders.”

Ravenpounce’s amber eyes hardened. Smolderpaw thought he heard his father mutter something, but it was far too quiet for him to hear. He couldn’t help but tense up a bit. Is he mad at me?

“Oh, nonsense! You were the one who advocated for it.” Sunspots replied. The black and red molly leaned forward and gently licked his head. “You’ll finally be who you want to be.”

“Can’t you guys hurry up? Everyone is waiting.” Needlepaw grumbled. His yellow eyes were staring at the ground. I was expecting you to be upset. Smolderpaw thought. His brother could be such a stick in the mud.

Despite his attitude, Smolderpaw’s family seemed to listen to Needlepaw, and soon left to join the endless sea of cats. Smolderpaw could feel his heart start to beat faster, as the realization of what was about to happen fully set in. I’ve already done this once, I should be able to do it again no problem!

“Cats of LynxClan!” Toadstar’s voice called. “StarClan has sent down their guidance to our bright young medicine cats, and has shared their wisdom with them.”

The Clan murmured, hushed whispers to each other as they speculated about what the message could have been.

Toadstar raised his tail for silence, and the clearing grew quiet. “They have shared with us that Smolderpaw is destined for a path other than a medicine cat.”

Toadstar glanced around the clearing before his eyes rested on Muddystorm. “Muddystorm will be Smolderpaw’s new mentor. I am confident that he will pass on all of his skills to the young tom.”

Smolderpaw felt happiness swell in his chest. It’s one thing to train as a warrior, it’s a whole other thing when my new mentor is one of the deputies! Whatever StarClan had shared with Hareflight, it must’ve been something big.

As Smolderpaw padded forward to Muddystorm to touch noses, the gathered cats started to call out his name. Smolderpaw turned to face them, he couldn’t help but notice his former mentor. Hareflight’s blue eyes were wide, and his pelt was pricked. He looks like he’s seen a badger break into camp! Smolderpaw thought.

“Unfortunately, it’s not all good news.” Rabbitstar said. The clearing quickly quieted down, as cats focused on what the brown tom had to say. I didn’t think any other news was coming today! I wonder what happened? He thought.

“It seems as if a young apprentice, Volepaw, has been killed.” Rabbitstar said. Shocked gasps echoed around the clearing. An apprentice has died?

Before any of the leaders could continue, a yowl sounded from the clearing. Cats parted, and Smolderpaw saw Deershadow standing tall, her yellow eyes filled with grief and outrage.

“You don’t know that he’s dead! You never found his body.” Deershadow wailed. Smolderpaw felt sympathy for the brown molly. I can’t imagine how my mother would react if I disappeared. He briefly remembered the anguish his mother felt when he and his littermates had gone out of camp.

“I know it’s hard to hear.” Briarstar spoke. “Losing a kit is never easy.” Her brown eyes were full of sympathy and grief. Has Briarstar lost a kit before? Smolderpaw thought

Deershadow glared at the leader. “He’s my son. It’s my responsibility to make sure he’s okay. I need to at least find his body.” She choked on the last few words. Snailpaw, Volepaw’s littermate, briefly ran his tail down his mother's back.

“I have a question.” Shellfern spoke up. Before any cat could object, he continued with, “Why hasn’t the kit’s father come forward? If one of my kits died, I’d be inconsolable.” He briefly glanced at his mate, Meadowleaves, standing just outside the nursery with her two kits at her paws.

Deershadow turned her anger to Shellfern. “My kits’ father is no cat's business but my own! If he wanted to come forward, he very well could.”

The clearing was silent before murmurs started to fill the clearing. Smolderpaw had no idea what to think Why does it matter if a cat has parents or not? He wondered.

“That’s enough!” Spottedstar called from the leaders’ tree. “This isn’t helping any cat.” He said more calmly. Spottedstar turned his gaze towards Deershadow. “We will hold a vigil for him in the camp tonight.” He said. Deershadow didn’t protest, but Smolderpaw could see the fire in her eyes.

The meeting seemed to disperse after Spottedstar’s statement, even though none of the leaders had officially dismissed them. Cats started to return to their daily tasks, although some of them had an uncertain look in their eyes. Smolderpaw had no idea what to think. Why would any cat, especially the leaders, lie about Volepaw’s death?

“Why don’t you head to the apprentice's den.” Muddystorm’s voice jolted Smolderpaw out of his thoughts.

He was disappointed that Muddystorm wouldn’t be doing something more exciting, like hunting practice, but he tried to pay it no mind. I’ve waited so long to become a warrior apprentice, I suppose another day wouldn’t hurt. He thought. Besides, I wouldn’t want to offend him by speaking out against his order.

Smolderpaw padded towards one of the apprentice dens. I’ll have to ask Frostpaw where she sleeps, we could go back to sharing a nest like when we were kits! He thought excitedly. As he entered the den, there were only a few apprentices inside. Lilypaw and Stormpaw were whispering to each other, as Moosepaw stretched in the far corner.

Smolderpaw felt his previous excitement leave his pelt. Being alone with older apprentices was more intimidating than he had expected. What if they’re mean like Needlepaw?

“Congratulations on becoming a warrior apprentice.” Stormpaw spoke. Smolderpaw dipped his head towards the tom.

Lilypaw stared at him and then spoke up “Be careful of Maplepaw. She’s one nasty cat.” As she finished, Lilypaw stood up and quickly headed out of the den.

“Oh, alright.” Smolderpaw said, mostly to himself. So Maplepaw has a bad reputation. I hope he’s more like Sootpaw than Needlepaw. Smolderpaw thought.

Smolderpaw opened his mouth to ask where his sister's nest was but was interrupted by a voice calling him outside. “Smolderpaw! Can I speak to you for a minute?” He recognized the voice of his former mentor Hareflight. I wonder what he wants? Smolderpaw questioned.

Smolderpaw turned and headed out of the den. Hareflight was standing there, his tail tip twitching impatiently. The orange tom glanced around the camp. “Let’s talk outside the camp.”

Smolderpaw hesitated for a second. Muddystorm told me to go to the apprentices' den. I don’t want to disobey my new mentor right away. He thought. But whatever Hareflight wants, it must be important.

Hareflight led Smolderpaw across the camp. He couldn’t help but look around for Muddystorm, but the dark brown tom was nowhere in sight.

As they stepped out of camp, the two ran into Mistfeather. “Oh sorry, I was just going out to stretch my legs.” The dark gray molly dipped past them, as Hareflight sighed in annoyance.

“How much farther?” Smolderpaw asked tentatively. Hareflight ignored him and padded onwards away from the camp. Smolderpaw felt some anxiety build in his chest. If he goes too far, I’ll head back to camp on my own.

The two were a good couple of fox lengths before Hareflight stopped. He turned to face Smolderpaw. “Listen. I know you want to be a warrior and all, and I support you. But…”

“But what?” Smolderpaw asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Please don’t ask me to be your apprentice again! I thought you understood me. Smolderpaw thought helplessly.

“I’ve had some bad experiences with Muddystorm in the past. If anything seems off, feel free to let me know, okay?” Hareflight said.

Smolderpaw’s eyes widened in surprise. Does Muddystorm really have a bad reputation like that?

“Don’t worry Hareflight. I’ll let you know.” Smolderpaw said. He wasn’t entirely sure if he could follow through on his words. I don’t want to seem like a whiney apprentice. He noted.

Hareflight nodded. “Alright. Just… be careful okay? We can never really know any cat other than ourselves.”

As Hareflight finished, he started to head back to the camp. Smolderpaw couldn’t help but feel mystified at his former mentor's words. I suppose trust shouldn’t be freely given. He concluded.

Chapter Text

Hareflight couldn’t help but flinch as another scream ripped through the nursery. I’m glad toms don’t have to go through kitbearing. He couldn’t imagine the pain that a queen experienced.

Apricot had started kitting late that evening. Elmfern and his apprentice Sootpaw had dashed to the nursery, and Hareflight quickly followed as an extra set of paws. Apricot was early, and her leg hadn’t fully healed. It’s a good thing she’s with the Clan. Hareflight thought.

Apricot curled her claws into the ground. Mistfeather and Fawnfall, two experienced queens, were comforting her. Hareflight could barely hear the soothing whispers the two molly’s were murmuring.

Elmfern was running a paw down Apricot's side, with his green eyes deep in concentration. His apprentice Sootpaw was by his side, although Hareflight couldn’t help but notice the gray tom’s disturbed expression. This must be the first time he’s doing a delivery. Hareflight thought. It was an important thing for a medicine cat to learn, but the shock never eased.

“Hareflight. Can you get some water for Apricot?” Elmfern asked. Hareflight held in a sigh. Do you really need another medicine cat to fetch water? He thought.

Hareflight padded out of the nursery and headed towards the medicine den. Before he could fully step inside, he saw Foxstripe approach him. Great, what does she want?

“This better be important. Apricot is kitting with a broken leg, and need to get back to her as soon as possible.” Hareflight said gruffly. Foxstripe stared at him. There was a certain intensity in her blue eyes that sent a shiver down Hareflight’s back.

“You’re really helping that rouge?” Foxstripe asked. Hareflight stared blankly back at his mother.

“Of course. I’m a medicine cat. I would heal a badger if I could.” Foxstripe’s eyes narrowed as he spoke. With a grunt, she padded away, off towards the leaders' den. Hareflight rolled his eyes, before finally entering the medicine cat den.

Stonedust was inside, rearranging some watermint, and Squirrelpaw was curled up in her nest on the left side. Squirrelpaw’s amber eyes brightened as he entered. “Hi, Hareflight! How’s Apricot doing? Are the kits here yet? Do you need any-”

Hareflight cut Squirrelpaw off. “It’s going fine. Just need some moss.” He knew that the young molly had a tendency to chatter, and with his mother already distracting him, he really needed to hurry up.

Grasping the moss between his jaws, Hareflight quickly headed out of the medicine cat den and headed toward the exit of the camp. His mind racing, Hareflight tried to think of where the nearest source of water was. If I go towards the river, that’ll take too long… but there should be a stream nearby.

As Hareflight headed towards the river, he started to think about the events of the past few days. Smolderpaw had a mentor, but that mentor was Muddystorm. Even thinking about the brown tom made Hareflight’s tail twitch in agitation. Muddystorm is definitely up to something. I don’t know what, but he can’t be trusted.

Hareflight finally came across a stream, and carefully dipped the moss down in the cool water. How long had he been gone from camp? The sun had gone down by now, and the first stars were beginning to shine. He carefully picked up the dripping moss, being sure to not squeeze too hard and let all the water out.

Hareflight began to quickly walk back to camp. In the growing darkness, he couldn’t help but constantly glance around, ears pricked for the slightest hint of movement. Who knows if that fox-heart could be following me.

He quickly slipped through the entrance of the camp, his fur getting caught on a bramble. Hareflight didn’t even recognize the sting. He was fully focused on getting the moss to Apricot.

Hareflight was startled as another scream ripped through the camp, coming from the nursery. His heart pounded as he sprinted to the nursery, fearing the worst.

As Hareflight entered the small den, he was met with a grizzly sight. There was blood coming from Apricot’s hindquarters, with two small bundles of fur covered in it. Elmfern’s eyes were wide, desperately pressing cobwebs into the wound.

The older tom turned his head to face Hareflight. “She’s losing too much blood, and the third kit is stuck.” Elmfern said. There was a quiver in his voice that told Hareflight the severity of the situation.

Immediately, he jumped into action. As he placed the moss by Apricot’s head, he spoke, “Mistfeather, I need you to move the two kits away. She could accidentally hurt them.” Mistfeather gave Hareflight a brisk nod, before gently grasping one of the kits by its scruff. Fawnfall quickly followed, grasping the other one between her teeth. The two queens started to fiercely lick the kits, and Hareflight was relieved as he started to hear the two cry out. I’ll give them a further check once Apricot is situated.

Hareflight then turned his attention to Elmfern. “Where’s Sootpaw?” He asked. They would need as much help as they could get.

As if speaking his name summoned him, Sootpaw suddenly dipped into the nursery, a bundle of herbs in his jaws. Sootpaw gasped as he saw the state of Apricot, dropping the herbs on the ground. “Great StarClan! There’s enough blood to make a lake!”

Mouse-brain. Hareflight thought. He didn’t speak, simply padding forward and started to sift through the herbs Sootpaw had grabbed. Cobwebs, thyme, marigold. Good. At least the young tom had grabbed the right herbs.

“Sootpaw, chew the marigold into a paste and apply some to Apricot’s wound.” Hareflight said. Sootpaw shook his head.

“Right. Right, of course.” The gray tom said. As he began to chew the marigold, Hareflight gently grabbed a tansy leaf and stepped toward Apricot’s head.

“Apricot?” Hareflight asked. Apricot’s green eyes were sharp with pain, as she turned to stare at Hareflight. He took in a breath. “I need you to eat these leaves.” he placed the leaves down by Apricot’s muzzle. “They’ll help calm you down. I promise we’ll do everything we can to help you and your kits survive.” He was careful not to promise that everything will be fine. Never give a cat hope until it’s over. Anything can change in a second. Cypresspond’s words rang in Hareflight’s ears.

Apricot stared at Hareflight. For a moment, Hareflight was concerned that the molly hadn’t heard him. Just as he was about to repeat himself, Apricot started to chew on the thyme leaves. Hareflight held back a sigh of relief. “Be careful not to choke on them.” Hareflight murmured, more to himself than to Apricot.

Hareflight turned his attention over to Mistfeather and Fawnfall. “How are the kits?” He asked. Mistfeather glanced down at the kit between her paws. The small thing was an orange tabby with a white muzzle.

“This little tom is just swell.” Mistfeather purred. Hareflight leaned down to sniff at the mewling kit. I can’t smell anything off. He noted.

“This molly struggled a bit in the beginning, but she’s more stable now.” Fawnfall said. Hareflight regarded the small molly. She was gray, with white chest fur, and a shrill mew that reminded him of a squeak of a squirrel. Sniffing her, he mentally cleared the molly from his mind.

Hareflight dipped his head to the two queens, before heading over to Elmfern. To his relief, the situation seemed a lot less dire than when he had first entered. Sootpaw had applied the marigold to the wound, and the third kit had finally slipped out. Elmfern ran his paw down Apricot’s side.

“That’s the last one.” Elmfern said softly. Apricot merely grunted, clearly still in pain. Hareflight sniffed at the third kit. It was an all-white molly, with a single black spot over her right eye. She was letting out loud squeals. Good. All three seem healthy. He briefly glanced in Apricot’s direction. I just hope Apricot lives.

Mistfeather picked up the tom by his scruff and began to carefully move him back to his mother. “Wait.” Hareflight spoke. “Apricot will need to focus on recovering. Can any other queen nurse her kits for now?”

“I can.” Hareflight heard the voice of Meadowleaves speak up. The brown molly was off to the side, her yellow eyes watching them with an analytical glint.

Hareflight dipped his head as thanks. He picked up the white molly, and slowly padded towards Meadowleaves. The two other queens followed suit, and all three of Apricot's kits were snuggling up against Meadowleaves’ belly. Pikekit stared with a playful expression. “Can we play with them?” the small tom asked.

Meadowleaves purred. “Not yet, but perhaps in a moon or two.” Hareflight couldn’t help but feel warm at the sight. It’s nice to know not all moms are as mean as Foxstripe. He thought. With the kits settled and Apricot healing, Hareflight turned and headed out of the nursery.

By now, night had fully set in. The stars twinkled and the crickets chirped with delight. Hareflight saw the nearly full moon as its light shone down on the LynxClan camp. A full moon will come any day now. It’s almost time for the medicine cat meeting.

Hareflight entered the medicine den. Most of the medicine cats were there, with only his friend Aldernight gone. He’s probably in the dirtplace.

“How did Apricots kitting go?” Stonedust asked.

“It could’ve been worse. Hareflight really helped us out.” Elmfern responded. Sootpaw nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, he was like a natural leader!” The young apprentice explained. Hareflight shuffled his paws. I didn’t do anything special. Just what any medicine cat would’ve done. He thought. Why should he be praised for doing what was expected of him?

Stonedust gazed at him, her blue eyes seeming as all-knowing as StarClan themselves. “I can tell what you’re thinking. It takes an experienced medicine cat to save a kitting gone wrong. You should feel proud.”

Hareflight simply responded. “I guess.” He then changed the subject by asking “Where’s Aldernight?”

Stonedust shrugged. “Not sure. But he ain’t a paw anymore. If he wants to stay up all night and be groggy in the morning, so be it.” With that, Stonedust yawned and settled into her bed.

She’s right. Aldernight can take care of himself. Hareflight thought. He curled up in his nest, right next to Aldernight’s vacant one, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Hareflight.”

Hareflight woke with a start. The medicine cat den was still dark, as the sleeping forms of his clanmates were barely visible. He noticed that Aldernight’s nest was still empty, his scent was stale in the mossy alcove. Where’s Aldernight?

“Hareflight.”

Hareflight turned at the sound of a cat speaking his name. His sister Gingerleaf had poked her head into the medicine den, her green eyes standing out against the darkness.

Hareflight rose from his nest and stretched. This better be important. The sun’s not even up yet! He thought as he padded towards Gingerleaf.

“What is it?” Hareflight asked, his voice groggy and soft.

“Mom wants to see us.” She whispered. Hareflight couldn’t help but groan.

“Really? What could she possibly want this early.” he asked. Gingerleaf only shrugged in response.

“Not sure. Let’s just get this over with.” She muttered. Gingerleaf turned away and padded off to the other side of camp by the entrance.

Hareflight followed suit, slipping out of the medicine cat den and dragging his paws as he slowly trailed behind Gingerleaf. It might as well be midnight with how dark the camp is.

At the front of the camp was Foxstripe. If she was tired, she didn’t show it. She was sitting upright, her blue eyes clear and focused. Her tail tip twitched irritably. She’s always irritable. Hareflight thought.

Drifthawk was right next to her. His father seemed considerably less astute than his mother. His eyes were half closed as if at any moment he could collapse with exhaustion.

“What do you want?” Hareflight asked. He couldn’t help but let his annoyance shine through.

Foxstripe seemed unbothered by Hareflight’s tone. “I want to talk about this family.” She said simply. When no cat made a motion to speak, Foxstripe continued. “I’m worried that we’re starting to show Clanless values.”

Clanless values? What in StarClan could that be? Hareflight thought. Gingerleaf blinked. “What exactly do you mean?” She asked.

Foxstripe’s eyes narrowed. “I should hope it would be obvious.” She turned to Drifthawk. “Do you want to explain or should I?”

Drifthawk shrugged. “You’re the one that called this meeting. You explain.” He said simply.

Foxstripe sighed. “As Clan cats, it is our responsibility to uphold the Warrior Code and the values that come with Clan life.” She looked from Hareflight to Gingerleaf. “I’m concerned that neither of you is following our great culture.”

Gingerleaf looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said.

Am I missing something? Hareflight thought. Had his mother and sister gotten into a spat while he was occupied?

Foxstripe’s tail twitched more. “You know very well what I mean.” She paused, taking in a deep breath. “Why haven’t you gotten a mate yet? Or kits?”

Hareflight was taken aback. Was Foxstripe under the impression that every molly should have a litter of kits the second they became a warrior? Wouldn’t surprise me.

Gingerleaf’s gaze hardened as she locked eyes with Foxstripe. “I won’t be bullied into doing something I don’t want to do. How can you expect me to make such a big choice as fast as a bolt of lightning?” Gingerleaf asked.

This time, Foxstripe seemed taken aback. “Having kits is the greatest service a molly can give to her Clan! There are plenty of single toms you could choose from.”

Gingerleaf growled. “If that’s the case, why don’t you stay in the nursery all the time?”

Foxstripe dug her claws into the ground as she spoke “I’ve already had kits. Besides, my place is as a deputy. Briarstar chose me for a reason.”

“Don’t know what reason that could be.” Gingerleaf muttered.

Foxstripe gasped. “How dare you disrespect me!” She turned to face Drifthawk. “Are you going to let your daughter treat me like that?”

Drifthawk looked like a fish out of water. “Well… uh…” he shuffled his paws.

Hareflight wasn’t going to let his mother’s behavior go unchallenged. “If you want to be treated with respect, you need to treat others respectfully.” He said, cooly.

Foxstripe’s gaze turned to him, her blue eyes narrowed to slits. “Oh, you think you’re immune from this just because you’re a medicine cat?” She asked. Before Hareflight could respond, Foxstripe quickly continued “You should’ve never helped that rouge with her kitting! You used herbs that should be saved for Clan cats.”

Hareflight stared at his mother. “Medicine cats heal all, regardless of where they’re from. I’m not going to let another cat die just to appease you.” There was an edge to his voice that Hareflight didn’t think he was capable of.

“Well, maybe you’re both right.” Drifthawk spoke up. Hareflight glared at his father. Took you long enough to find your voice! He thought. Why couldn’t his father stand up for his children against an unreasonable demand?

Drifthawk glanced away awkwardly. “I just- well, maybe you two could try to uphold the Code, and Foxstripe doesn’t need to be so harsh.”

“I can’t believe you’re humoring her!” Gingerleaf said, outraged. “Tell me where in the Warrior Code it says that all mollys have to have a mate and kits!”

“Well, it’s not explicitly there, but it’s implied.” Foxstripe responded.

“If that’s implied, then it’s implied that a medicine cat helps all, regardless of their Clan status.” Hareflight responded swiftly. If Foxstripe was going to use backward logic, he might as well use her statements against her.

“That’s different!” Foxstripe growled. “I can’t believe my own kin doesn’t take this seriously! It’s like you were raised by rouges!”

“Well, I can’t believe I got stuck with a mother like you!” Hareflight responded. Foxstripe stared at him, her blue eyes shimmering with hurt and hatred. Serves her right! No cat should treat others like that, not even kin.

Hareflight stomped past his mother and headed to the exit of the camp. He felt bad about leaving Gingerleaf alone with his parents, but he needed to clear his head and calm down. A walk through the forest would give him a chance to settle down from the argument.

Hareflight stepped into the dimly lit forest. The sun must be rising soon. He thought.

Taking in a breath, he took in the scents of the forest. Pine, oak, marigold, and blueberries filled his nose. He let out a slow sigh. This is nice. The forest is so different at night- well, I guess near dawn.

Suddenly, Hareflight picked up a familiar scent. Aldernight. What was his friend doing out in the forest?

Hareflight quietly followed the scent trail. Pushing past some bushes, he stumbled upon a confusing sight.

Aldernight was curled up, his green eyes shimmering with happiness as he gazed at Badgerclaw. The large gray tom was right next to Aldernight, a deep purr resonating from his voice.

Aldernight startled as soon as he noticed Hareflight. Badgerclaw stared back at him, an unreadable expression in his green eyes.

“Hareflight! What are you doing here?” Aldernight asked. There was a hint of fear in his voice that unsettled him. He’s acting like I’m an angry badger! Hareflight thought.

“I was just going for a walk to… calm down.” He shifted his gaze from Aldernight to Badgerclaw, then back to Aldernight. “Why didn’t you come to the den last night?”

Aldernight’s tail twitched, and he looked away. “Well, I uh… I needed to get some herbs and wanted a warrior to come with me since it was night and all. I guess we lost track of time.” Aldernight stammered. Badgerclaw simply nodded in agreement.

“Couldn’t it wait till morning?” Hareflight asked. He didn’t mean to keep poking and prodding, but Aldernight was clearly acting suspicious. He’s my friend, I just want to be sure he’s alright.

“Oh, uh, it’s easier to spot the bright colors of marigolds at night.” Aldernight said.

“The bright oranges and yellows are easy for me to spot.” Badgerclaw murmured as if he was unsure of what he was saying.

Hareflight simply sighed. “Alright then.” He said simply. Aldernight seemed visibly relieved that Hareflight would stop asking him questions. I didn’t mean to make him comfortable.

“Let’s head back to camp Badgerclaw.” Aldernight said. Badgerclaw dipped his head to Hareflight, and the two padded past him to head back to camp.

Hareflight stretched out his legs. He really should head back to camp. I’ll turn around when I get to the river. He thought. Hopefully Foxstripe will have calmed down by then.

Hareflight padded onward, enjoying the slow rise of the sun as it beamed down on his back. A few birds started to sing, and a soft breeze rolled by. The forest is so nice in the early morning. Maybe I should do this more often.

Hareflight could hear the soft roar of the river. He sped up his pace just a bit. If the rest of the forest was beautiful this early, what could the river be like?

Hareflight burst through the undergrowth. The river was beautiful. The morning sunlight glimmered down on the water creating a beautiful shine. He could just make out the shapes of a few fish swimming through the river. Didn’t one of the ancient Clans hunt fish? Hareflight thought. It had been a while since he had learned the history of LynxClan.

Hareflight took in a breath of air, expecting the smell of fresh water and morning air. While he could smell the natural scents of the river, he could also pick up a sharp tang of blood. Cat blood.

Hareflight froze. The possibilities of where the blood could have come from ran through his mind. It’s too early for the dawn patrol… could some kits have gotten out and are hurt?

Hareflight took in the scent again and began to follow it. The scent got stronger, along with the scent of the LynxClan nursery. He quickened his pace, desperate to find the source of the blood and administer whatever herbs he could.

He came across a large rock, which he quickly cleared by jumping over it. On the other side of the rock, Hareflight found a gruesome sight. There, lying next to the river, was the limp body of Mistfeather, her yellow eyes dull and lifeless. Next to her was one of her kits, Slatekit, wounded but breathing heavily.

Instantly, Hareflight leaped into action. He quickly grabbed a couple of oak leaves and carefully pressed them into Slatekit’s wound. This will have to do until I can find cobwebs. He thought. The most important thing was to stop the bleeding.

“What happened?” Hareflight asked the kit. He did his best to keep his voice steady and calm, despite the dead queen and dangerously wounded kit.

Slatekit stared at him, his yellow eyes wide. He opened his mouth to try to speak, but instead, Slatekit violently hacked up blood.

That can’t be good. Hareflight thought. As soon as the leaves were wrapped around Slatekits wound, he got up and started to quickly look for some cobwebs to better protect the wound. As he started to pad away, he noticed something about Mistfeather that sent a shiver down his spine.

The wounds that had killed Mistfeather were too small to be any large animal. They had to be cat scratches. Mistfeather had been murdered.

Chapter Text

Mothleap paced back and forth across the camp, her mind completely clouded by anxious thoughts. Most of the camp’s warriors were wide awake by now, with many of the cats huddled together. Their hushed whispers and anxious glances only encouraged Mothleap’s anxiety.

Early that morning, Hareflight had returned to camp carrying the limp body of Slatekit. The small kit had a large wound across his neck and stomach. Mothleap wasn’t a medicine cat, but it was clear to her by Slatekit’s dull yellow eyes that the kit was dead.

Warriors were used to being attacked, but a kit? The poor thing was totally defenseless! She thought exasperatedly. How did the kit get out of camp in the first place, and what attacked him?

The entrance to the camp rustled, and all eyes of the Clan turned to face the front of the camp. Three warriors, Jaggedrock, Bramblepelt, and Thornfur were carrying the body of Mistfeather. The queen had similar marks to Slatekit, with a large gash across her neck and stomach.

So it’s true! A queen and her kit have been killed! Mothleap thought. She didn’t necessarily doubt Hareflight, but the idea of the Clan’s most vulnerable being killed in such a brutal way was unheard of.

The silence droned on, somehow louder than any thunder as Mistfeather’s body was laid in the center of the camp. It seemed that no cat knew exactly what to do. A sudden caterwaul broke the silence. Seaheart made the sound as he ran up to the dead body of his mate.

“How could this happen!” Seaheart yelled, his blue eyes welling with a mixture of sadness and anger. Thornfur shook her head.

“We found her like this.” Was all the yellow molly could find to say. Slowly, more cats started to step towards the body of the queen and kit. Beachsky, Lakeroot, and Wolfspeck approached the body of their mother. Pigeonkit stared out through the entrance of the nursery, her blue eyes wide with disbelief.

Poor Pigeonkit. At least Mistfeather’s kits from an earlier litter had grown up completely when their mother died. Pigeonkit would have to go through his apprenticeship, warrior ceremony, and other important life events without a mother at all. I don’t know how I’d have turned out if Curlycloud died before I was out of the nursery.

“Where are the leaders? Too scared to show their faces after my mother died?” Wolfspeck called.

As if her words had summoned them, Toadstar slipped out of the entrance of the leaders' den. Toadstar sent a cold gaze at Wolfspeck. “We were discussing how to proceed before calling a meeting.” There was a certain sharpness to his words that Mothleap picked up on.

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather to hear my words!” Toadstar called, before climbing on top of the fallen tree. There wasn’t much of a need, as no cat had left camp since Hareflight’s discovery. As the medicine cats filed out of their den, Mothleap could see the hollow look in Hareflight’s eyes.

As soon as the leaders were perched on the fallen tree, Briarstar started to speak. “What happened to Mistfeather and Slatekit was a completely preventable tragedy.”

“For once, I agree with you.” Toadstar said. Impressive, Briarstar and Toadstar never get along. Mothleap thought.

“I think we need to establish some facts before we start making any finite decisions.” Spottedstar added. He quickly continued “I mean, why was Mistfeather out of camp with her kit to begin with?”

“Are you accusing my mother of being reckless!” Wolfspeck yowled.

“Of course not… But you have to admit it’s a bit unusual.” Spottedstar replied calmly. Wolfspeck growled but didn’t rebuke what the leader had said.

“Pigeonkit, do you remember why your mother and littermate would’ve left?” Rabbitstar asked. The small kit seemed terrified at being put on the spot.

“Well…Slatekit wanted to sneak up on our mother to surprise her. I didn’t go because I was sleepy… then I woke up and now they’re-” Pigeonkit choked, and collapsed into her father's side.

So Mistfeather didn’t take Slatekit out of camp. That would explain why Pigeonkit was left in camp without her mother or sibling. But what could’ve called Mistfeather to leave her kits?

“Hareflight,” Briarstar spoke. The orange tom turned his head to face the leader, but his blue eyes remained foggy and unfocused. “You were the one to find them. Did you notice anything odd about the area?”

For a split second, Mothleap could’ve sworn that Hareflight’s eyes filled with horror. But it happened so fast, she could’ve imagined it. “Nothing at all.” Hareflight said. After a moment, Hareflight opened his mouth to continue but quickly closed it. Strange… maybe I should talk to him one on one. Mothleap thought.

Briarstar nodded at the medicine cat, “Until we can learn more, I’d suggest-”

“Briarstar, I think there’s something every cat is overlooking.” Foxstripe interrupted. Briarstar dipped her head to her deputy, signaling for her to continue.

Foxstripe stood up, and began to pace as she spoke, “I think it’s clear to every cat that Mistfeather and Slatekit were killed by a cat.” A few gasps sounded from the clearing, but most cats stayed quiet.

“They do seem like cat scratches.” Stonedust offered. “I’ve seen enough wounds from battles to know that much.”

Foxstripe nodded at the senior medicine cat. “Precisely. As deputy, I would know if any cat scented a loner or rouge at our borders. No cats that I’ve sent on patrol have reported anything.”

She can’t be… Is Foxstripe implying that a LynxClan cat would kill a clanmate? Mothleap thought, horrified. Killing a clanmate would go against everything the warrior code stood for, especially a queen and her kit.

Briarstar seemed to pick up on what Foxstripe wasn’t saying. The leader’s brown eyes narrowed. “I’d advise you to choose your next words carefully, Fostripe.”

Foxstripe stopped her pacing and turned to face Briarstar. “Of course Briarstar. This has been on my mind ever since Volepaw’s death.” She countered, her blue eyes invigorated with a new kind of energy.

“The warrior code has been upheld by the Clans ever since the original five back in the old territories…But not every cat here is incentivized to follow that code.” Foxstripe said.

Upset and confused muttering soon followed as the cats turned to whisper to their friends and kin. One of the older warriors, Swiftstreak stood up and faced Foxstripe head-on. “What exactly are you implying, deputy?” the word deputy had a certain sting to it as if Swiftstreak was trying to lash at Foxstripe with her words.

Foxstripe didn’t seem intimidated by Swiftstreak’s challenge. “You know very well what I mean.” She then turned to face the rest of the gathered cats as she spoke, “These so-called warriors join our Clan, take our resources, and repay us by killing and maiming our culture and kin!” Foxstripe shouted.

Immediately, the Clan was in an uproar. Cats were shouting at each other, and Mothleap could even hear some hisses. She wasn’t immune to the intense rush of emotion, as she felt a certain rage build up at Foxstripe’s accusation. How dare she say something like that! Cats joining our Clan make us stronger! How could one cat be so heartless?

Swiftsteak stared at Foxstripe, her ice-colored eyes burning with an intense fire. “I have more loyalty to this Clan in a single claw than you have in your whole body!” the gray molly shouted.

Foxstripe hissed at her and unsheathed her claws. Great StarClan! She’s really going to attack a Clanmate!

“Silence!” Briarstar yowled from the fallen tree. The Clan slowly but surely quieted down. Mothleap could tell from the look on most cats' faces that the topic was still at the forefront of their minds.

“Foxstripe, we have no evidence that a Clan cat killed Mistfeather and her kit, and we certainly have no evidence that it was a specific cat. I suggest you hold your tongue before you start firing baseless accusations.” Briarstar said. The intensity in her brown eyes showed even Mothleap that there would be no room for arguing. Foxstripe glared at Swiftstreak, before carefully padding back to her place with the other deputies.

“Well, I for one believe Foxstripe.” Toadstar said. Mothleap had to hold in a groan. Of course you do. Mothleap thought. If Toadstar could cut off his ears to spite Briarstar, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

“Can we focus on the matter at hand?” Spottedstar asked. “It doesn’t matter who or what killed Mistfeather and Slatekit. We need to think about what to do to prevent further tragedy.”

There was silence for a moment, as the leaders contemplated what to do. No cat in the crowd spoke up. Mothleap herself had time to think about what she would do. If I ever want to be a leader someday, I need to prepare for difficult situations. She thought. Maybe there should be a guard stationed outside the nursery.

“I have an idea.” Rabbitstar spoke. The other leaders turned their attention to the light brown tom. “What if we had a sort of… lookout system? Each cat can be responsible for another cat. That way, if the killer strikes again, every cat will always have a partner to defend themself from an attacker.”
That’s… actually not a bad idea. Mothleap thought. She was surprised at how clever Rabbitstar could be. Mothleap locked eyes with her sister Mossheart, intending on asking her to be her lookout partner.

Briarstar looked thoughtful for a moment. “That could work. Along with a new guard system. There should be two guards at the entrance, two at the nursery and elders' den, and the warriors should sleep in shifts.”

Mothleap nodded in a mixture of excitement and agreement. That’s similar to what I came up with! She was already on track for being an incredible leader of LynxClan.

“Sounds like a fine plan to me.” Spottedstar said. Fernstar gazed fondly at the other leaders.

“I agree.” whitish-cream molly said. The molly kneaded her paws into the trunk of the tree. “As long as Toadstar agrees, that is.” Fernstar added.

Mothleap couldn’t help but feel bad for the young leader. She’s the youngest leader. I know I’d feel nervous being up there with all those experienced cats.

Toadstar’s yellow eyes were deep in thought, as he carefully considered his fellow leader's words. Finally, the dark brown tabby spoke, his deep voice resonating through the clearing. “I agree to this plan.” He turned to face the gathered cats. “From now on, each cat is expected to have a partner to account for them. Report to a deputy or leader if you notice any strange behavior, or if your partner is unaccounted for.”

All the warriors in the clearing seemed pleased with the outcome, most of them whispering with newly invigorated words.

“We’ll find that rotten killer!”

“I wonder who will partner with the leaders?”

“I think I’ll volunteer for the first watch at the nursery.”

These were just some of the sayings Mothleap could pick up on. This is what I love about leadership. Just moments ago, her Clanmates were at each other's throats. In just a few short words, the leaders had managed to refocus the energy of the Clan to be productive. I hope someday I can inspire the Clan just like the leaders of today.

Amongst the chatter, Seaheart stood up. The Clan quieted as the deputy began to speak. “I would like to make a request.” The bluish-gray deputy spoke. He shuffled on his paws before continuing. “I would like to retire as Fernstar’s deputy.”

There were a few gasps from some of the younger warriors, but most cats seemed unsurprised by the news. I don’t blame him. Mothleap thought. His mate and kit are dead. I think it’d be hard for any cat to continue on like this.

Sure enough, those were the reasons that Seaheart gave. “My mate and kit are hunting in StarClan now. I would like to focus on the family I have left, especially supporting Pigeonkit.” As he finished, the tom curled his tail around the small kit.

Fernstar dipped her head. “Of course, I understand… you were an amazing deputy, and will be missed.” The leader shifted her paws before addressing the rest of the Clan. “I’ll announce Seaheart’s replacement at… sunset.”

“Meeting dismissed!” Spottedstar yowled. The meeting broke up, as the leaders started to jump off of the fallen tree.

Despite the terrible circumstances, Mothleap couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement. I have an apprentice, maybe Fernstar will choose me to be deputy. She thought. It wasn’t unheard of for a deputy to be training their first apprentice while serving.

Mothleap shook her head. But never mind that. I have things to do. The first thing on her list was to talk to Mossheart and see if she’d like to be her lookout partner.

Mothleap glanced around the camp. Most cats were still gathered, talking in groups, while a few gathered near the entrance for the morning patrol. She finally spotted her sister, talking to Silvershade. Mothleap had to stop herself from rolling her eyes before she padded over to the two mollies.

“Dustcloud immediately agreed to be my lookout partner! He said, ‘Don’t worry Silvershade. I’d walk to StarClan and back to protect you and Sootpaw.’ Isn’t that so romantic?” Silvershade swooned. Mossheart gently nodded.

“Oh yes! If I had a mate, I’d want them to protect me too…” Mossheart responded. Her green eyes glanced towards Mothleap. “Oh! Hello Mothleap. What’s up?”

Mothleap dipped her head before she spoke. “I was wondering, do you want to be my lookout partner?” She asked.

“Of course.” Mossheart mewed. Mothleap purred with delight. Thank StarClan I and Mossheart are so close! I could’ve gotten stuck with some cat like Cloudyrain. Mothleap thought.

“Well, now that that’s taken care of, me and Mossheart were in the middle of talking…” Silvershade trailed off, but Mothleap could easily finish the sentence in her head. Please leave so I can bother your sister some more. She thought.

“I’ll be off now, I have something to take care of.” Mothleap said. She turned and padded away from the two molly's. If Silvershade wants to be antagonistic towards me, then fine. Best not to let her win by seeing me upset.

Mothleap padded across camp to the medicine cat den. The clearing was a lot more empty than when she had first started talking to Mossheart, with the exception of Seaheart and the other grieving cats. Most of the patrols must have left. She thought.

As Mothleap arrived at the exterior of the medicine cat den, she could see Goldenstorm approaching from the corner of her eye. Mothleap couldn’t help but sigh. You’d think he was my shadow with how often he’s around me! Mothleap thought.

“Hey, Mothleap! Pretty sad what happened to Mistfeather and Slatekit…” Goldenstorm trailed off, his brown eyes welling with genuine sadness. That’s the first time he’s shown any emotion but infatuation. Mothleap thought sarcastically.

Goldenstorm shook his head. “But, well I was wondering… Would you like to be my lookout partner? Maybe we could spend some more time together.”

Mothleap stared blankly at the yellow tom. “I’m sorry Goldenstorm, but I already arranged for Mossheart to be my lookout partner.” She said. Mothleap glanced around the camp and saw Curlycloud not too far from the entrance. Her mother gave her a reassuring nod. Now would be as good a time as ever. Mothleap thought. She knew what she was going to do since that day that Curlycloud took her out of camp.

Mothleap let out a small sigh. “Goldenstorm, you’re a… nice and attentive warrior.” Mothleap started. Goldenstorm perked up at her words, his eyes shining with joy as he was praised. “But I would like it if you could leave me alone, at least for a little while. The way you pad after me is making me… uncomfortable.”

Goldenstorm stared at her. His expression was unreadable, but Mothleap could guess he was heartbroken at her words. I tried my best to let him down easy. Even if Goldenstorm was being weird, she at least wanted to be cordial with the tom.

Goldstorm finally spoke. “Sure.” was all he said, so quietly that Mothleap would’ve missed it if she hadn’t been focusing all of her attention on him.

Mothleap didn’t wait around to see if he had any other reaction. I need to speak with Hareflight. She thought, as she slipped into the medicine cat down.

“Oh! Hello Mothleap!” Quicktulip called. Mothleap nodded at the white and black molly. She wasn’t all too familiar with the cats in the medicine cat den, only remembering that some cats had complained about Stonedust’s sharp tongue.

“Could I speak with Hareflight?” She asked. Quicktulip glanced at the orange tom. Hareflight was sitting in his nest, doing nothing but staring at the wall of the den. His blue eyes were focused, and his tail tip twitched.

“Hareflight? You have a visitor.” Quicktulip said. Hareflight whipped his head to face the two molly’s, his blue eyes piercing Mothleap as if he was raking his claws across her face.

“What do you want.” Hareflight asked although it came off as more of a statement than a question. He seems pretty irritated… but it’s too late to back out now.

“Well, during the meeting, I noticed you seemed… well, horrified.” She said. Hareflight simply shrugged.

“A queen and her kit are dead. What cat wouldn’t be horrified?” He said curtly. I phrased that poorly. Mothleap thought. Taking in a breath, she tried to rephrase what she meant.

“I mean, there was a moment where you seemed more horrified than normal. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, is all.” Mothleap said. She tried to make it sound casual.

Hareflight stared at her. His ear flicked, and there seemed to be some recognition in his eyes. But they quickly narrowed as he glared at Mothleap.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He growled. Hareflight quickly turned away from her. “You’re a warrior, right? Shouldn’t you be on some patrol instead of bothering cats who’re trying to do work?” As he finished, he padded away from her and quickly started to sort a variety of herbs.

Well excuse me for trying to care about you. Mothleap thought. Why was her kindness always wasted on cats who didn’t deserve it? Mothleap swiftly left the medicine cat den. She couldn’t help a cat who didn’t want to be helped.

“Oh Mothleap, you’re still in camp” Mothleap heard the voice of Moonspots call. She turned to face the dark gray molly and noticed that her apprentice, Petalpaw, was right by her side.

“Yeah, I had some business to take care of.” She told the deputy.

Moonspots nodded. “Of course.” She paused for a moment, as she licked her paw and then raised it to her ear. “Well, since you’re here, would you like to go out training with me and Petalpaw?” She asked.

Mothleap felt her heart start to beat rapidly, her previous annoyance with Hareflight gone almost immediately. One of the deputy’s of the Clan wants to train with me? This would be a perfectly good opportunity to show a senior warrior what she could do.

“Of course! Let me just find Lilypaw-”

“I’m here.”

Mothleap jumped at the voice of her apprentice. How long had Lilypaw been near her? “Alright then. We’re ready when you are Moonspots.” Mothleap said.

As the four cats padded out of camp, Mothleap turned her head to Lilypaw. “Are you okay?” She asked her apprentice. She hadn’t had much of a chance to speak with Lilypaw since the attack from Maplepaw.

Lilypaw glanced at her. “It’s fine. I just want to jump back into training so I don’t get too far behind.” Her voice was calm and cool, but Mothleap could see that her tail tip was flicking irritably.

Mothleap didn’t ask any more questions, instead preferring to pad onward. “So Petalpaw, how’s your training coming along?” Maybe if Petalpaw is also worried about falling behind, the two will have something to bond over. Mothleap thought. It was a long shot, but in the worst-case scenario, she could always play her question off as mindless small talk.

Petalpaw kept her head facing forward as she answered Mothleap. “Great, actually. I beat Rainpaw in a practice fight the other day and brought back more prey than the elders could eat.”

Before Mothleap could ask any more, she noticed that Moonspots had suddenly stopped and was staring intently at some bushes from across where the four cats were, What’s going on? Mothleap thought.

Her question was soon answered, as the bushes shuffled and a cat slipped out. Immediately, the unfamiliar scent of a loner filled her nose, and a terrifying thought crossed Mothleap’s mind. Could this cat be responsible for killing Mistfeather? Rouge cats could be more dangerous than an angry badger.

The cat in question was a golden-brown tabby molly, with a small single brown eye. Her right eye was completely missing, with a nasty scratch across the area. She had long, fluffy fur, with a few patches of fur missing on her tail. The molly was staring intently at Moonspots.

Mothleap quickly moved closer to Lilypaw. This cat was clearly not afraid of fights, if her missing fur and her missing eye were anything to show for it. I need to protect Lilypaw at all costs!

“Who are you and what are you doing on our territory?” Moonspots growled, with claws already unsheathed. A look of recognition formed on the loner’s face.

“Territory? Let me guess… you must be those Clan cats I’ve heard about.” The loner spoke. Her voice was old and scratchy.

Moonspots bristled. “Why do you want to know?” She said to the molly. The loner’s brown eye softened, and there seemed to be a look of… fear? It was hard for Mothleap to tell.

The loner glanced at her paws. “I didn’t know. Please just let me leave in peace.” She said. Mothleap felt a bit of empathy for the loner. It seems like this was just a genuine mistake.

“We should take her back to camp!” Petalpaw growled. “A rogue on our territory… what if she, y’know.” Petalpaw trailed off at the end, not wanting to directly acknowledge Mistfeather’s death.

Mothleap looked at Moonspots for guidance. Should they escort this cat back to camp? If she really was a dangerous molly who killed a queen, then was it really a good idea to let a cat like that in camp? I should take note of how Moonspots responds. Mothleap thought. If she was ever going to be a deputy, she might as well learn from one.

Moonspots didn’t speak, and the five cats stood in uncomfortable silence. Finally, Moonspots sheathed her claws. “Very well. You will be escorted to our camp and our leaders will decide how to proceed.” Moonspots said coolly.

The loner bristled, and for a moment Mothleap was worried that a fight would break out. But soon the molly stilled, and simply nodded at the deputy.

As the four cats started to escort the loner back to camp, Mothleap started to reflect on the encounter. It was certainly suspicious that a loner was found on their territory so soon after the murder of an important Clan cat. But just because she’s a loner doesn’t mean it was her. Mothleap thought. But if it was not this loner, then that meant that it had to be a Clan cat. A Clan cat who had brutally murdered and killed a mother and her child. Surely no Clan cat would be capable of such cruelty?

Chapter Text

Smolderpaw sighed as he began to drag the old bedding out of the elders' den. “An’ make sure you come back right away! I won’t be sleepin’ on any dirt, ya hear!” The voice of Pinestreak called to him from the den. Smolderpaw thought about responding to the ancient tom but thought better of it. He’ll probably just yell at me some more. He thought.

Since Muddystorm had become his mentor, Smolderpaw had only done the menial chores around the camp. Taking out the bedding, checking the elders for ticks, bringing food to the queens, and so forth. It wasn’t that he hated the tasks, far from it. It made him proud to watch as his Clanmates enjoyed his work. But even though apprentices were expected to do this work, Smolderpaw couldn’t help but feel like something was off. I haven’t even learned a basic crouch yet… but maybe this is just how warrior training works.

He dragged the bedding right out of camp, and briefly passed the prisoner. Smolderpaw quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to meet the molly’s eyes. Deputy Moonspots had brought back the loner, as she had suspicions about whether the cat was responsible for Mistfeather’s death. The leaders found it suspicious but were waiting for the medicine cat meeting with StarClan before they proceeded. As a result, the loner was kept prisoner and held by the far warrior's den. Bramblepelt had been posted outside her den, ensuring that she never went anywhere, unless it was to make dirt.

Smolderpaw wasn’t sure what to think of the situation. It’s not good that a loner was on our territory… but was she even near where Mistfeather was killed? Maybe he shouldn’t be speculating on such important matters. Surely the leaders knew what they were doing.

Smolderpaw dropped the old bedding on the forest floor, and couldn’t help but gag a little. It was just moss, but he had been carrying moss around for a while now. The taste was as rotten on his tongue as an old piece of prey. I’ll be surprised if I can ever taste anything nice again!

Carefully, Smolderpaw started to gather some fresh moss. It was a bit difficult, with only one front paw, but Smolderpaw soon got into the groove. He would use his front paw to scoop moss and use his mouth to maneuver the moss into a bed shape. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing.

As Smolderpaw started to drag the new bed back into camp, he could hear the oncoming paw steps of a patrol. That must be the third one this morning! He thought. Since Mistfeather’s death, the deputies had been relentless with near-constant patrols.

Ravenpounce pushed forward to the front of the patrol. “Smolderpaw! What are you doing out of camp?” His father called.

Smolderpaw sighed. “I’m bringing fresh moss for the elders.” It’s a basic apprentice task. He thought.

Ravenpounce glanced around, his eyes wide and unfocused. “Oh, of course. Just… Be careful okay?” He said.

Smolderpaw merely dipped his head to his father. Did Ravenpounce worry about Frostpaw or Needlepaw in the same way? Something tells me he doesn’t… He thought.

Smolderpaw slowly dragged the fresh bedding back into camp. He was trying to be careful, to not get too much dirt in it. If I was taller, I wouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this.

As soon as Smolderpaw returned to the elders' den, he heard a sigh of relief come from Pinestreak. “Finally. I was worried I’d have t' sleep on the bare ground.” The old tom muttered. Smolderpaw didn’t respond, simply placing the fresh bedding where the old one was.

“Oh, don’t mind Pinestreak. He’s been cranky since I was a kit!” Talltree said. A few of the other elders chuckled, but Pinestreak simply snorted. Wait a minute… just how old is Pinestreak? Smolderpaw thought. He knew it wasn’t exactly a question a cat should just ask. But if Pinestreak was as old as he said he was, perhaps he could learn something other than pulling ticks and replacing bedding.

“Uh, Pinestreak?” Smolderpaw started. He couldn’t help but shuffle his paws in nervousness. “I was wondering… could you tell me about when you were a warrior?”

Pinestreak stared at him, causing Smolderpaw to flinch at the old tom’s intense stare. “Why in StarClan’s name would ya want to hear about a cat as old as me? I’m pretty sure I’ve been an elder longer than I ever was a warrior.”

Smolderpaw glanced away. “Well, my new mentor Muddystorm is great and all, but… we haven’t had any hunting or fighting practice at all,” Smolderpaw said. He quickly continued “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I like helping out, and it’s my duty as an apprentice. I just wish…” Smolderpaw trailed off, unsure exactly how to voice his desires.

Pinestreak’s amber eyes softened for just a moment. “I suppose that is odd. I’ll half ta talk to my son later and make sure he’s treatin’ ya right.”

Smolderpaw’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re Muddystorm’s father?” He asked. Smolderpaw examined Pinestreak’s pelt. He was a dark brown cat just like his mentor, and the two’s eyes were strikingly similar even if they were different colors.

Pinestreak purred. “Accourse. Where’d ya think cats came from? Even I had a father, although it’s been a long while since I’d seen ‘im.”

Smolderpaw couldn’t help but panic. If Pinestreak talked to Muddystorm, his mentor would know he’s not only been complaining about his apprenticeship and his quality as a mentor but that he had told one of the only cats in the Clan, besides the leaders, who’d have some kind of authority over him. I’ll look so ungrateful!

“Woah woah, settle down youngin’. Ya, look as if ya stumbled into a whole den o’ badgers!” Pinestreak said. Smolderpaw noticed that his tail had bushed up significantly.

“I’m sorry,” Smolderpaw said instinctively. “It’s just, I’m worried if you talked to Muddystorm on my behalf, it’ll look bad on me and turn into a huge mess.”

“I may be old, but I ain’t stupid. I’ll leave yer name outta this, alright?” Pinestreak said. He sounded annoyed, but Smolderpaw could see a glimmer of affection in his eyes. He nodded his head to the dark brown tom.

“Now that it's settled, let me teach ya somethin’. Least I could do for ya since my son seems to be failing.” Pinestreak said. Smolderpaw slowly sat down, prepared to listen to the tom talk for a little bit.

“You should tell him about the founding of LynxClan.” Dayfrost suggested. “That’s one of the most important tales of our Clan.”

Pinestreak sighed. “Hmph. Fine. Guess since I can’ think for myself.” He turned to face Smolderpaw before he began.

“A long while ago, far away from ‘ere, there was a forest like this one.” Pinestreak said gruffly. “Wit’ a forest that big, there were five whole Clans that lived there.”

Talltree quirked his head. “Five? I remember my mentor telling me there were six.” he said.

Pinestreak scoffed. “You call me old, but at least I can ‘member what was said to me!” He shook his head. “Anyways, there were five Clans in this forest.” The old tom glanced pointedly at Talltree.

Five whole Clans? Smolderpaw thought. His mind wandered with the possibilities. Were they just like LynxClan? Were they as large, or somehow ever bigger?

“Each Clan had their territory that they would hunt and patrol on.” Pinestreak said. Smolderpaw nodded at the tom to show that he was listening. “But with so many cats so close together, fights were common.”

“Wait, they would fight with each other?” Smolderpaw asked. He knew warriors would sometimes have to fight large animals or rouge cats, but Clan cats fighting other Clan cats? Well, with the recent events, it might not be as far-fetched as I think.

“It was just as bad as yer thinkin’. Cats were dying left an’ right, with enough blood to fill a whole lake.” Pinestreak said. His voice was strained, as if he had been a personal witness to so much bloodshed.

“It sounds awful.” Smolderpaw said to no cat in particular. It was bad enough that there was a killer either in camp or nearby, but the thought of having to battle an army of cats every day sent a shiver down Smolderpaw’s spine. I’d never feel safe again.

“It was. Nothin’ good ever came from so much sufferin’.” Pinestreak shook his head. “But accourse, nothin’ in life stays the same forever… One day, a loner came forward. He had no connection to these Clans, and was able to see this violence for what it was.”

It seems pretty obvious… Smolderpaw thought. Then again, maybe I’d feel differently if I was raised in that environment.

“That loner stood up to the Clans. He asked them why they felt the need to be so hateful toward each other. Why couldn’t they all work together?” Pinestreak said. He took in a breath before speaking again. “Well, most of the cats shunned him. They hated him, and nearly drove him out of the forest.”

Smolderpaw felt bad for this loner but soon had a sudden thought. If a loner came to LynxClan and tried to convince us of something so different from our way of life, I bet we’d do the same thing. Was LynxClan so much better than these ancient Clans?

“But hope was not lost. At a great meeting between these Clans, think it was called a gatherin’, this same cat appeared. He refused to give up on these cats. Just when it seemed like he would be killed, StarClan sent a sign.” Pinestreak said.

“Oh, this is my favorite part. I wish I could’ve been there and seen it for myself.” Dayfrost chimed in. Smolderpaw startled. I was so caught up in the story that I forgot there were other cats in the elders' den! He thought.

Pinestreak sent Dayfrost a stern glare. “Oh hush up now. Yer spolin’ the story.” Dayfrost seemed unaffected by Pinestreak’s stern words, a cheeky smile on her face.

“Now then, this sign was unlike anythin’ any cat has ever seen. A star from way up in Silverpelt fell from the sky.” Pinestreak stopped for a moment before continuing. “An’ it passed right over those old Clan cats.”

A falling star? Smolderpaw had only trained as a medicine cat for a little bit. Hareflight had never even started teaching Smolderpaw about signs or StarClan.

“I heard it was so bright that it lit up the entire forest, making it seem like day.” Dayfrost added.

Talltree chuckled. “I remember my mentor telling me that it was louder than every monster in the world.”

“It must’ve been incredible.” Smolderpaw remarked. He had little to contribute to the topic of mentorship, considering his current mentor didn’t seem interested in actually mentoring him.

Pinestreak nodded at him and said, “Oh, it was. I didn’ see it, ‘cause I ain’t that old. But it’s always been described as powerful.” Pinestreak ended the sentence with a yawn.

“All this talkin’ is makin’ me tired. I’ll hurry the story along before I fall ‘sleep.” Pinestreak remarked. “Well, after that event, some cats started to see the value in this loner's words. Even though the leaders didn’ like it, some cats from each Clan left to follow this loner. Those cats were the first warriors of LynxClan.”

“This is a lot to remember.” Smolderpaw remarked quietly. Pinestreak seemed to have the whole story memorized by heart. What if when I’m an elder, I leave parts out by accident and end up telling a false story to the next generation?

Pinestreak purred. “Don’ worry younin’. I’m sure you’ll member all this in good time.” With that, Pinestreak yawned again.

Smolderpaw stood up and began to stretch. “I should probably go now. Muddystorm might be looking for me.” He said. It wasn’t entirely true; mostly, Smolderpaw didn’t want to be a burden on the sleepy elder.

“Feel free to come back anytime.” Dayfrost smiled. “I’d be happy to tell you a story or two.”

Smolderpaw nodded and then turned his attention to Pinestreak. “Thank you for sharing your wisdom.” It felt like the right thing to say to an elder.

Smolderpaw left the elders' den. How long had he been inside? The sun didn’t seem any lower in the sky. I hope no cat has been looking for me. Smolderpaw thought.

“Ah, Smolderpaw! You’re done with the elders' den I assume?” Muddystorm asked. He was sitting next to Batpelt, his fellow deputy.

“Yeah,” Smolderpaw said. After a moment, he quickly added, “Sorry if I took too long.” He wanted to be on his best terms with his mentor.

Batpelt snorted. “See you later.” He said to Muddystorm, not even turning to face the brown tom. Batpelt soon stood and padded away from the two cats.

“Alright, Smolderpaw. I think it’s time I finally give you a tour of the forest.” Muddystorm said. Smolderpaw widened his eyes in surprise. Maybe I was overreacting, and Pinestreak doesn’t need to get involved at all! He thought.

The mentor and apprentice padded out of camp, with Muddystorm in the lead and Smolderpaw following closely behind. He was briefly reminded of his first tour of the territory with Hareflight.

Smolderpaw expected Muddystorm to start pointing things out or explaining the terrain of the territory. He had heard of similar things happening with Frostpaw’s tour. I don’t think I talked to Needlepaw about his tour.

But Muddystorm said nothing. He didn’t even glance at Smolderpaw. Instead, his mentor kept his yellow eyes focused straight ahead, his gaze giving away no emotion.

The two cats reached the river. It was as bright and brimming as ever, with a few fish swimming under the deep blue water. Normally, Smolderpaw might have enjoyed the serene view. But with Mistfeather’s and Slatekit’s recent deaths by the river, the site now had a ghastly undertone. How can I enjoy a place where a mother and kit were killed?

Muddystorm stopped, staring intently at the water. “Smolderpaw, I want to sincerely thank you.”

Smolderpaw was taken aback. He had expected a lot of things, but his mentor thanking him was something he could only have predicted if StarClan themselves told him about it in advance. Why is he thanking me?

“I’ve been taking your mentorship in… a different direction than most others,” Muddystorm said, a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll admit; I was mostly using it to think of a plan for your training.”

Smolderpaw nodded, both in understanding and to show he was listening. I suppose I can’t train like most other cats.

“But I want to make it up to you.” Muddystorm turned to face him, his yellow eyes blazing with a new intensity. “In a day or two, during the full moon, the medicine cats will be traveling to the Mooncrater to commune with StarClan.”

There’s a lot more talk about it this time around than normal. Smolderpaw thought. With the recent tragedy, many of his Clanmates had certain expectations for the medicine cat meeting.

“On that night, when the medicine cats are gone and most cats are asleep, I want you to come right here.” Muddystorm stomped a paw on the ground, emphasizing his words.

“Why?” Smolderpaw couldn’t help but ask. Was it normal for mentors to make requests like this to their apprentices?

Muddystorm held a small smile on his face. “I have a special surprise planned for you.” He quickly followed up with, “But you can’t tell another cat, living or dead. It’s top-secret information. Think you can do it?”

Smolderpaw contemplated it for a moment. The situation was a bit unusual. Why did he have to come out here at night? Why did it have to be a secret?

“What if the killer is still out there?” Smolderpaw asked. If the Clan was wrong about Bracken, then getting close to the river at night seemed like a bad idea.

Muddystorm gazed at him fondly before speaking, “You have nothing to worry about. I have full confidence that the rouge we found was the killer. But on the off chance she’s not, I’ll be here ahead of time.”

Smolderpaw looked away and shuffled his paws. He didn’t feel comfortable with the idea, but how can he just say no to his mentor? All I have to do is tell him I don’t feel comfortable. So why do I feel like I have a mouthful of burrs?

Muddystorm glanced away. “Please Smolderpaw. I want to make it up to you. You trust me, don’t you?”

Smolderpaw’s eyes widened. I”m probably overreacting. Of course, I trust Muddystorm. He must know what he’s doing.

“I trust you, Muddystorm. I’ll come and see the surprise.” Smolderpaw said. Muddystorm’s eyes brightened.

“Good, and remember, you can’t tell a soul.” The brown tom said. He suddenly turned away from Smolderpaw. “Now that that’s settled, let’s continue on our tour of the territory.

Smolderpaw slowly started to follow Muddystorm, less enthusiastic than normal. I hope I’m not making a mistake by trusting Muddystorm.

Chapter Text

“What do you think will happen tonight?”

“I’m not sure.”

“They better find out who killed Mistfeather and Slatekit.”

Hareflight couldn’t help but sigh as he heard the voices of his Clanmates. Three of the older warriors, Doveshade, Cherrystalk, and Leopardstream, were discussing the medicine cat meeting tonight. It was both intriguing and frustrating. I wish cats could find something else to talk about. What good could come from endless gossip?

“Hey, Hareflight!” A new voice called.

Hareflight turned to face the owner of the voice, Seaheart, standing right outside the nursery. Ever since the bluish-gray tom had stepped down as Fernstar’s deputy, and with Jaggedrock taking his place, Seaheart had moved into the nursery to be with Pigeonkit. It was a noble deed, but Hareflight couldn’t help but feel guilt. I should have saved her. Pigeonkit should be able to grow up with a mother.

Despite his emotions, Hareflight did his best to appear stoic, especially towards Seaheart. It would do no cat good to see a medicine cat falter in the face of tragedy. “What is it Seaheart?” Hareflight asked.

“Pigeonkit has been complaining of an upset stomach. Are there any herbs for that?” Seaheart asked. The kit in question was staring from inside the nursery, her blue eyes wide with fear.

“Let me take a look first.” Hareflight said. He padded towards the young kit. “What does the pain feel like?” He asked.

Pigeonkit stared at him. “It’s… uhm, w-well, it hurts.” she said.

I know that, but how does it hurt? Hareflight bit back the retort. This was a young, traumatized kit he was dealing with. He had to be patient if he wanted any success.

Inside, Hareflight nodded at Pigeonkit. “Yes. But is there a specific way the pain feels? Are you nauseous or is it more like a claw scratch?”

Pigeonkit glanced away. “Uh… I guess it’s like a c-claw scratch.” She shuffled her paws.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a moment.” Hareflight said. He turned away from the kit and headed off towards the medicine cat den before Seaheart could say anything else.

Hareflight entered the den, the mixture of sweet and sour scents filling his nose. He saw Quicktulip with both Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw in the den.

“Back already Hareflight?” Quicktulip remarked. Hareflight grunted.

“Pigeonkit has a stomach ache. I was just going to get-” He was cut off as Quicktulip’s eyes brightened.

“Oh, this is great! I mean, not that Pigeonkit is sick, but this could be a great opportunity for the apprentices to learn.” She turned her green eyes towards Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw.

“What are the three herbs used to treat a bellyache?” Quicktulip asked.

Neither cat spoke for a moment. Squirrelpaw’s eyes were deep in concentration as she spoke. “Chervil, Borage, and…”

“Juniper berries.” Sootpaw finished. The smug look on the gray tom’s face made Hareflight roll his eyes. Elmfern never should have told Sootpaw about his vision. Sootpaw’s confidence could be a detriment to his training as a medicine cat.

“Correct!” Quicktulip chirped. “Now although all three of these herbs can be used to treat bellyache, in this case, we’re going to use Chervil. Do either of you know why?”

Because Chervil is easiest to gather and has the least amount of versatility. Hareflight thought. He was interested in what the apprentices would answer.

“Well, since we’re treating a kit, maybe it would be too difficult for them to eat juniper berries?” Sootpaw asked.

Quicktulip looked thoughtful for a moment. “It’s good to account for the age when treating a cat, but that’s not quite the reason. What do you think Squirrelpaw?”

Squrrielpaw’s face suddenly brightened. “Chervil doesn’t have as many uses as juniper berries and borage, so it’s better to use chervil now since we might need the other herbs for other things.”

Quicktulip smiled. “That’s right. It’s important to consider all your options for herbs, especially in leaf-bare when you need to ration them carefully.” Quicktulip turned to a hole in the den and slowly pulled out some chervil root.

“Hareflight, could you take Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw to Pigeonkit and let them treat her?” Quicktulip asked.

Hareflight frowned. “You’re Squirrelpaw’s mentor, why can’t you take her?” He asked. Considering what happened with Smolderpaw, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a mentor, at least not now. H thought.

If Quicktulip was bothered by his remarks, the molly didn’t show it. Instead, she simply replied, “Medicine cats must learn to work with all kinds of cats, not just their mentors.”

Hareflight didn’t respond, only grabbing the root carefully between his jaws, and leading the two apprentices outside towards the nursery.

“This is going to be so exciting! I’ve never treated a kit patient before! I mean, I’ve helped with kitting, but this is totally different!” Squirrelpaw said excitedly.

Hareflight put the roots down for a second. “Treating a kit isn’t that much different than a warrior.” He didn’t want to stress the apprentices out by making the treatment seem more difficult. “You just have to be a bit more careful and not give as high as a dose.”

Sootpaw scoffed. “Of course, every cat knows that.” He muttered. Hareflight chose to ignore the gray tom’s comment and picked the chervil root back up.

Finally, the three cats arrived back at the nursery. Pigeonkit had barely moved from where she had laid earlier. Perhaps this stomach ache is also sapping her energy. Hareflight thought.

Hareflight carefully placed the root down on the soft floor of the nursery. “Alright. Squirrelpaw, chew these roots up into a paste. Once they’re thoroughly chewed, make sure Pigeonkit eats it.”

Squirrelpaw nodded enthusiastically and started to chew the roots up. Sootpaw pouted. “What about me?” He whined.

“I was just getting to that.” Hareflight grunted, not at all concealing his annoyance. “If what Pigeonkit has is contagious, the other kits could be at risk. Ask the kits if they have any symptoms like a bellyache. I’ll check on Apricot’s since her litter is new.”

Hareflight didn’t wait to see Sootpaw’s reaction. He headed over to Apricot. The queen was nursing her three kits, gazing upon them fondly. “Hello, Hareflight.” Apricot murmured.

“Hello. I just need to check on your kits.” Hareflight leaned down to sniff at the kits. I can’t smell any sickness.

“I’ve thought of some names for them,” Apricot said. “The little gray molly will be Petuniakit, named after my mother, the orange tom is Poppykit, named after my sister, and this white molly will be Bonekit, named after her father.”

“Those are great names.” Hareflight responded automatically. He had moved on from sniffing the three kits and was now gently pawing at Petuniakit’s belly. No lumps.

“I wanted to give them Clan names. LynxClan has done so much for me and my kits, it’s the least I could do.” Apricot said.

Suddenly, Hareflight had a thought. “Apricot, you used to be a loner. What do you think of the prisoner?” Hareflight asked. Maybe Apricot could give us some insight into the life of a loner.

Apricot stiffened. “Well, it was a very violent life.” Apricot glanced at her back leg, still broken. Hareflight wondered if her wound would ever heal properly.

“So were most cats violent to one another? Would they be likely to kill a queen and her kit?” Hareflight stared directly into Apricot’s eyes.

The orange queen stared right back. “Possibly. You have to understand, it was every cat for themselves world out there. It was fight or die.” Apricot said darkly.

Hareflight nodded. I suppose if a cat was raised in a life of violence, and Mistfeather had challenged a trespasser on our territory… Maybe the idea of a violent loner killing Clan cats wasn’t so unlikely after all.

“Hareflight! We’re all done.” Squirrelpaw called. Hareflight glanced over at the apprentices.

“Thank you for your input, Apricot.” Hareflight said. Quickly, he added, “And your kits are all fine and healthy.” With that, Hareflight headed back towards Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw.

Hareflight led the apprentices out of the nursery but quickly stopped in his tracks. Sitting outside the nursery was Aldernight. The dark ginger tom had a rather grim expression, which brightened considerably when he locked eyes with Hareflight.

“There you are, Hareflight! I.. wanted to go with you to gather some herbs with you. We need more marigold.” Aldernight said. Hareflight narrowed his eyes.

“I’m busy.” was all he said, before padding past his friend.

Aldernight got up and quickly followed. “Please, I want to talk with you.” After a moment, he quickly added. “Just you and me.”

Hareflight sighed. This is a bad idea. You can’t trust him. But Aldernight was his friend. They trained together as apprentices. He was there for him when Foxstripe was being cruel or Drifthawk being indifferent.

I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out.

“Alright. But I need to tell Stonedust where I’m going.” Hareflight mentioned his lookout partner to see how Aldernight would react. Would the tom get angry or try to convince him to come without telling the head medicine cat?

Aldernight seemed unbothered by Hareflight’s words. “Of course. I’ll wait by the entrance for you.”

Hareflight simply nodded. “You two head back to the medicine cat den.” He said to Sootpaw and Squirrelpaw. Hareflight padded away from the young cats and headed towards the leader's den.

Just as Hareflight opened his mouth to ask if he could enter, Stonedust slipped out of the leader's den. Hareflight heard the gray molly mutter “Foolish tom.”

When Stonedust noticed him standing there, she addressed him with, “Oh, hello Hareflight. Do you need something?”

“Yes. I’m going out with Aldernight to collect herbs, down by the Great Rock.” Quickly, he added, “Since you’re my lookout partner, I just wanted you to know.”

Hareflight hadn’t told a single cat about how Aldernight and Badgerclaw were out around the area where Mistfeather and Slatekit were killed. He had assumed nothing of it since Aldernight was a medicine cat. But when Briarstar asked him about anything he had seen that could be suspicious, the horrible pieces put themselves together. It’s unusual for a medicine cat to sneak out with a warrior, and it’s unusual for Aldernight to lie to me.

The only conclusion that Hareflight could think of, that had been blasting in his mind since the meeting, was that Aldernight and Badgerclaw were responsible for Mistfeather and Slatekit’s deaths. Aldernight wanting to meet with him, alone, only added to his suspicion.

I couldn’t save Mistfeather or her kit… but I won’t let them take me.

“Hareflight? Did you hear anything I said?” Stonedust asked.

Hareflight was shaken from his thoughts. “Sorry. I’ve been distracted lately.” What could he have missed that was so important?

Stonedust sighed. “Every cat in the Clan can tell.” She said softly. Her words were harsh, but there was a certain amount of care laced in between them. Have I really been acting unusual?

“Anyway, I was just asking if you could check for watermint down by the river. It won’t be Greenleaf forever, I want to make sure we have enough growing.” Strondust repeated.

Hareflight dipped his head and mumbled an “Of course.” before he turned away from the senior medicine cat. He headed over to the entrance of the camp, to meet with Aldernight.

“Let’s go.” Hareflight simply said. Aldernight’s eyes brightened, as the two toms headed out of camp.

Neither cat said anything at first. Aldernight kept glancing away awkwardly, while Hareflight waited for the red tom to finally speak his mind. You were the one that wanted to meet! He thought.

“Stonedust wanted us to check the watermint.” Hareflight said evenly. Perhaps if he started first, Aldernight would figure out how to use his tongue,

Aldernight nodded. “Makes sense. We need to make sure we have enough and all.”

As the two padded on, Aldernight took in a breath, “Listen, Hareflight. I know you probably have questions.”

Hareflight stopped and stared at his friend. “Questions don’t even begin to cover it.” He said coolly.

Aldernight met his gaze. “Badgerclaw is… a close friend of mine.” He glanced away. “We like to meet up late at night.”

“But why would you keep it a secret?” Hareflight asked. Aldernight was his friend. Why would he feel the need to lie to him? I’d tell Aldernight if I made a new friend.

Aldernight sighed. “I just… it’s complicated.”

“Well, with what’s been going on recently, I don’t…I don’t want any cat to suspect anything.” Hareflight said. He left out that he was the cat who suspected him of any wrongdoing.

Unfortunately, Aldernight was a bit too clever for that. The reddish tom’s green eyes widened. “You think I’m responsible for the murders?”

Hareflight winced. “No! Well, not fully. It’s just weird that you were meeting up with a strong warrior on the night Mistfeather and Slatekit were attacked.” Why couldn’t Aldernight understand that it wasn’t personal?

Aldernight’s eyes filled with sadness, but they soon hardened. “I’m a medicine cat. I heal. I thought that you’d understand that considering you defended Apricot.”

“It’s not personal-” Hareflight started, before getting interrupted by Aldernight.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Aldernight said. There was a certain coldness in his voice that made Hareflight uncomfortable. “I’ll check on the watermint.”

Aldernight quickly padded away from him. Hareflight couldn’t help but glare after the reddish tom. “Getting defensive won’t solve anything!” He shouted.

If Aldernight heard him, he made no indication of it.

Stonedust led the medicine cats out of camp. There was a tenseness in the air as the medicine cats started on their journey to the Mooncrater. Aldernight hadn’t spoken to Hareflight since their argument in the forest earlier. He’ll probably get over it. Hareflight thought.

“Do you really think we’ll see Mistfeather in StarClan?” Sootpaw whispered. Squirrelpaw shrugged.

“I don’t know. StarClan’s never worked like that for me.” Squirrelpaw answered honestly, her usual optimism gone.

Stonedust flicked her left ear. “We probably won’t.” She grunted. Despite her age, Stonedust’s hearing was as sharp as her tongue. “I tried telling the leaders earlier that StarClan doesn’t work like that, but I think you can all guess how well that went.”

Hareflight couldn’t help but feel annoyed on Stonedusts behalf. What’s the point of having a head medicine cat if you don’t listen to them? He thought.

“We should try to stay positive,” Cypresspond spoke. “We can’t predict what StarClan will tell us, so there’s no use talking about it.”

There was silence for a while, as the medicine cats headed onward. They finally reached the Great Rock when Ripplerun started with, “Well since we’re not talking about StarClan, we could talk about some old stories.”

Cypresspond smiled. “Oh, I have a funny one. When Hareflight was Harepaw and had just started his training, he was obsessed with trying to find a sign from StarClan.”

Hareflight felt embarrassment rise up in his pelt. Oh no, not this story! He thought. It was easily the most embarrassing thing he had ever done.

“Hareflight thought that there just had to be a sign in the clouds. He kept saying things like ‘They look so different today!’ ” Cypresspond chuckled. “I think you spent the whole day staring at the sky.”

Aldernight glanced at Hareflight for the first time since their argument in the woods. “I don’t think I’ve heard that story.” He murmured.

Hareflight glared at him. “Well, I’m sure Aldernight isn’t perfect.” He spat. Aldernight flinched, but his green gaze was stern as he stared at him.

Ripplerun purred. “Of course. No cat is perfect. I remember when Aldernight was my apprentice, he misplaced the watermint. I spent nearly half the day trying to find out where it was when it was in the far back all along!”

Hareflight felt a satisfied smirk on his face. Not so funny when it’s you they’re talking about. He thought.

But Aldernight didn’t seem offended at the story. Instead, he had a small smile on his face. “It did take me longer than I’d like to admit to memorize where all the herbs should go.”

The cats had been talking for long enough that the Mooncrater was in their line of sight. “I think we have time for one more story.” Quicktulip said.

“How about you tell the apprentices a useful story instead of remembering past mistakes?” Stonedust muttered.

Ripplerun frowned, but then a small smile grew on her face. “I know. How about the story of how I joined the Clan.”

Stonedust tensed at the words. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a shocked gasp from Squirrelpaw. “You weren’t born in the Clan? I never knew that.”

Ripplerun nodded. “Oh yes. I nor my sister Fernstar were from the Clan originally. StarClan had a hand in that, didn’t they Stonedust?”

Stonedust said nothing, her tail lashing. For a moment, Hareflight thought that she would lash out at Ripplerun for bringing up this story. It’s clearly having some kind of effect on her. He thought.

Stonedust sighed. “It was a long time ago.” The gray molly started. “I was still a new medicine cat back then. I had only just finished my training when I received a vision.”

The ground beneath him dipped, and Hareflight realized that they were finally at the Mooncrater. The ashen ground led up to the Whitestone, as luminous as ever in the pale moonlight.

“A StarClan warrior came down to me. I think her name was… Rushstar? Some old LynxClan leader I had never heard of.” Stonedust said. The gray and black molly’s tail had stopped flicking, and it relaxed considerably. I guess when she started telling the story, she lost some of her annoyance.

“She told me ‘Only one who had the bravery of a warrior can find the stars on a cloudy night.’ ” Stonedust’s voice was calm and cool, so different from her usual sarcastic and raspy edge.

Sootpaw frowned. “What did it mean? Why would StarClan ask a medicine cat about the ‘bravery of warriors’? They’re totally different.”

“Well, I used to be a warrior before I was a medicine cat.” Stonedust said simply.

“You can do that?” Squirrelpaw asked. Stonedust simply nodded.

“Yes. I knew it had to be about me. I was the only medicine cat who ‘had the bravery of a warrior.’ ”

The group had nearly reached the Whitestone, but Stonedust continued the story regardless. “I left the Clan for a short time. Only about a moon or so, looking for the stars.” She let out a long sigh. “I found Ripplerun and Fernstar all alone. They were so small and weak.”

Ripplerun padded forward to stand next to Stonedust. “We’re okay Stonedust. You saved our lives.” She whispered. Stonedust simply nodded.

“I guess you’re not the only cat that’s in a prophecy.” Squirrelpaw teased Sootpaw. The gray tom balked.

“W-well, the vision Elmfern had was about me, not about finding me.” Sootpaw stuttered.

“Alright, that’s enough about old stories. Everyone, get into position.” Stonedust said. Whatever sadness she felt towards Ripplerun and Fernstar was gone, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence.

The medicine cats split up, with both Squirrelpaw and Sootpaw following their mentors. They formed a circle around the Whitestone. Hareflight ended up right next to Aldernight.

“Aldernight, I-”

“We’ll talk later.”

Hareflight sighed softly. I just want to talk with you! He thought miserably.

Stonedust stepped forward, closer to the Whitestone than any other cat. She cleared her voice before speaking, “Oh StarClan, we have come to you on this solemn night to convene with our ancestors. We ask for your wisdom, courage, and power to be bestowed upon us, so that we may better serve our Clan.” Stonedust called.

Silently, Hareflight and the others settled down and leaned forward to touch noses with the Whitestone. Let’s just hope this goes better than last time.

It took a moment for StarClan to manifest itself to Hareflight. His vision adjusted. The scene was a bit different than his last communion with his ancestors. Instead of towering oaks, he was in an open plain. An open field with barely a tree in sight. The sun bore down on his pelt, as hot as the real world.

As Hareflight opened his mouth to take in the air, he realized he wasn’t alone.

“Aldernight, Sootpaw… we’re all in the same dream.” Hareflight said simply.

“Really? That’s cool.” Squirrelpaw mewed.

Stonedust rolled her eyes. “It’s not just ‘cool’. It means whatever StarClan wants to tell us, they want all of us to be here for it. It must be important.”

Squirrelpaw didn’t seem dismayed by Stonedust’s tone. Instead, she focused her amber gaze to her left, and her eyes brightened. “Mistfeather!”

Hareflight followed the gaze of the young apprentice. Mistfeather was sitting, her dark tabby fur well-groomed and shiny. Her blue eyes were focused on the medicine cats, as she wrapped her fluffy tail around Slatekit. The small tom was similarly well-groomed. Just as expected, neither cat showed any sign of the injuries that had taken their life.

Squirrelpaw ran up to Mistfeather and touched noses with the recently deceased molly. “I missed you so much!”

Misfeather purred. “I missed you too.” She said softly.

Quicktulip padded up to her apprentice and gently nudged her away from Mistfeather. “I’m sorry she’s so… well, eccentric. She means no offense-”

Mistfeather interrupted her with, “It’s fine, Quicktulip. If anything, I missed this casual talk.” She lowered her voice to whisper and said, “Every cat in StarClan is so formal.”

“I hate to interrupt, but we’re here to discuss your murder.” Stonedust said.

She gets right to the point. Hareflight thought. Though I suppose her confident demeanor is what makes her a good head medicine cat.

Mistfeather’s gaze hardened. She straightened her posture as she spoke. “Of course. StarClan- well, I guess that includes me now, we heard your prayer.”

Stonedust shuffled her paws. “Who, or what, killed you?” She asked.

Mistfeather thought for a moment before she answered “Honestly… I’m not entirely sure.”

“How much do you remember before you were killed?” Ripplerun asked.

Mistfeather sighed. “I decided to take a walk. I was pretty stressed out since Apricot had just given birth. So I went down by the river to clear my head.”

“I followed because I wanted to be sneaky!” Slatekit chimed in.

Mistfeather purred sadly. “You always were adventurous.” She said sadly. Mistfeather shook her head. “Well, when I got down there, I smelled something kind of strange.”

“Was it a cat?” Ripplerun asked. Hareflight couldn’t help but sigh. If you want to know so badly, maybe you should let her finish.

“Yes, I think so, but… it didn’t smell like a cat. It smelled like some kind of herb, but I wouldn’t know which one.” Mistfeather said.

Hareflight felt his blood turn cold.

He quickly stepped forward. “What was the smell like?” He asked. Mistfeather’s eyes widened. There’s only one cat I know of who disguises their scent…

“Well, it was sharp and overpowering.” Mistfeather closed her eyes and focused before she continued. “It was kind of sweet, like a fresh piece of prey, but also tart, like a sour berry.”

Hareflight dug his claws into the ground. “Could it have been mint?”

Mistfeather opened her eyes and cocked his head. “I think so, yeah.” Hareflight couldn’t help but feel his fur spike up.

“We have to go. Now.” Hareflight spun around as if he was going to run away from the other cats. His breath quickened. I can’t believe it. I should’ve known as soon as Mistfeather was found dead!

Hareflight felt some cat step forward and press themselves into his side. “Woah, Hareflight, just try to calm down alright?” The soothing voice of Aldernight rang in his ears.

“The Clan is in danger!” He shouted at no cat in particular. Why wasn’t any other cat freaking out over this? Muddystorm killed Mistfeather and Slatekit!

Stonedust approached him, her blue eyes shining with sympathy. “Now just hold on.” She started. “What are you talking about? What do you know?” She asked.

Hareflight lifted his head to meet Stonedust’s eyes. “I- Muddystorm killed Mistfeather. He uses mint to cover up his scent.”

The cats were silent, a tense feeling in the air. Mistfeather’s eyes widened. “Muddystorm? Why?”

“We have to get back to the Clan! They’re all alone with no healers, every cat could be dead.” He was talking so fast he was worried his tongue would fall out.

“Hareflight, just try to breathe alright?” Aldernight said.

“How do you know it was Muddystorm specifically? I mean, couldn’t any cat disguise their scent with mint?” Elmfern asked.

Hareflight shook his head. “I- he followed me. I knew it was him because he tried to ruin my integrity as a medicine cat in front of the leaders.” He took in a breath. “He was almost successful.”

The cats were silent for a moment as they took in this information. Stonedust cleared her throat. “When was this?” She asked.

“When I went to ask about Smolderpaw’s future.” He responded instantly. Ripplerun cocked her head inquisitively.

“Really? But that was a while ago. Why didn’t you say anything back then?” She asked. Hareflight flinched at her words.

“I don’t know! It didn’t seem important at the time.” Hareflight snapped. He quietly added, “I guess I was more irritated than suspicious.” Did my actions lead to Mistfeather and Slatekit’s death? He thought miserably.

As if she could read his thoughts, Mistfeather spoke, “Don’t blame yourself Hareflight. You did everything you could do.” She said.

Hareflight was too choked up to properly respond. But I didn’t. I caused your death. I’m just as guilty as Muddystorm.

“You should head back to the Clan now.” Mistfeather started. “If Hareflight is right, then the Clan really is in danger.”

“Wait!” Squirrelpaw spoke up. “Well, just to be completely sure, do you think the cat who killed you could have been a loner?” She asked.

“I don’t think so. This cat, had to be experienced. I fought as best as I could…” She trailed off at the end, her blue eyes saddened. This information only confirmed Hareflight’s suspicions. Muddystorm isn’t just a senior warrior, but a deputy. He’d know the best ways to counter a warrior.

Stonedust dipped her head at the StarClan warrior. “Of course you did. Thank you for communing with us, Mistfeather and Slatekit.”

Slatekit beamed up at the head medicine cat. “It was nice to see you all again.”

Before any cat could respond, Hareflight felt his vision blur and darken as the dream ended. Finally! He thought. The sooner the dream ended, the sooner they could get back to camp and confront Muddystorm.

Hareflight opened his and was greeted with the pale dawn light of morning. He slowly stood from where he had lain, carefully stretching out each limb. If I start running now, I should be able to get to camp before the sun fully rises.

Hareflight turned to start the journey back to the camp but was stopped as Stonedust came into view. “Hareflight, wait a moment.”

He glared at the molly. “Why? We need to go.” Hareflight spat.

Stonedust flicked her tail. “Of course we do. But we need to think of a plan.” As she spoke, the other medicine cats started to approach them.

“What plan? We go there, exile Muddystorm, and save the Clan.” Hareflight said. Why did Stonedust need to make things more complicated than they need to be? While we sit here arguing, we’re giving Muddystorm even more time to conspire.

Stonedust sighed. “I understand your anger, Hareflight. I’m just as furious as you are, but we need to be careful about how we approach this.”

Quicktulip nodded in agreement. “Yes. Muddystorm is a deputy. If we barge in and start making accusations, we could cause a huge riot.”

Ripplerun tipped her head. “Not that I think Hareflight is lying, but right now we don’t have any evidence. When the leaders inevitably ask us why we think Muddystorm is guilty, what will we tell them?”

Hareflight wanted to be angry at the white and gray molly but knew there was a sense in her words. She’s right. I guess it’s just my word against his. He was briefly reminded of how the leaders believed Muddystorm over him and grimaced. He only got away from their scrutiny because of going along with Fernstar’s version of events.

Hareflight let out a long sigh. He glanced away from the medicine cats as he spoke. “Okay. What do we do to take him down?”

No cat answered for a moment. Stonedust took in a long breath before she spoke, “Me and Hareflight will approach the leaders privately. When we report what happened, we’ll mention that it was definitely a warrior and an experienced one.”

Hareflight nodded. “Will we mention Muddystorm by name?” He asked.

“Yes, we’ll have to.” She said. But before Hareflight could say anything else, the head medicine cat continued, “But we need to do it gradually and slowly.”

“Alright.” Hareflight said. I just hope the leaders will do something this time.

Chapter Text

Mothleap woke with a start. Something had prodded at her side. There better not be a thorn in my nest. She thought.

“Come on Mothleap, they’re back!”

Mothleap turned her head to face the voice. Mossheart’s face was barely illuminated in the dark den, but Mothleap was more interested in her sister’s words. The importance of last night came flooding back to her.

Last night was the medicine cat meeting. Under the light of the full moon, when StarClan was at its most powerful, the medicine cats would travel to the Mooncrater to commune with their warrior ancestors. Maybe we’ll finally find out what happened to Mistfeather!

Mothleap quickly rose from her bedding and dashed out of the den. She could vaguely hear Mossheart saying something behind her but focused her attention on the returning medicine cats.

Most of the Clan was awake and gathered in the camp clearing. Glancing around, Mothleap spotted Lilypaw, sitting with Snakepaw and Smolderpaw. The three were talking, but Mothleap couldn’t hear them from where she was.

Finally, the white molly found the returning medicine cats. They were clustered near the front of the camp, with warriors both young and old crowding them.

“Well? What did StarClan say?” Leopardstream asked. Stonedust stepped forward, her blue eyes cold.

“We’d like to speak with the leaders first.” She said simply. Leopardstream narrowed his eyes but stepped aside so Stonedust and the rest of the medicine cats could pass.

Murmurs rippled through the gathered cats. Mothleap strained her ears to try to hear what they were saying.

“I bet they didn’t reach Mistfeather.”

“Why wouldn’t they? She should be in StarClan.”

“Of course they were able to talk to Mistfeather, and probably Slatekit too.”

Stonedust didn’t respond to any of the cats, only waiting patiently for the leaders to appear. Maybe some cat should go get them. Mothleap thought.

Just as she was about to suggest that, Toadstar appeared from out of the leader's den. His face was neutral, with his tail high in the air and shoulder fur slicked back. It was impossible to tell what the head leader could be thinking.

“Greetings Stonedust.” Toadstar said, his voice silky and smooth. Stonedust merely narrowed her eyes.

“We’d like to speak with you and the rest of the leaders in private.” She said.

Toadstar sniffed. “Why?” He asked.

Stonedust didn’t seem perturbed by his question. “What we learned at the Mooncrater can only be described as... very surprising. I’d like to discuss what to do first before we take any action.”

Her words send ripples of surprise through the gathered cats. Their murmurings were quickly silenced as Toadstar cleared his throat.

“Very well then.” He said simply. Stonedust and Hareflight stepped forward, while the rest of the medicine cats headed towards the medicine cat den. That’s odd. Mothleap thought. Why would Stonedust need just Hareflight? Maybe it has something to do with how he was acting the other day.

As the two medicine cats and head leader pushed their way into the leader's den, the Clan broke out into softly spoken murmurs.

“What do you think happened?” Mossheart whispered to her sister.

Mothleap shrugged. “Not sure. But I suppose it had to be pretty big for the medicine cats to want to speak in private.” She answered honestly.

Mossheart seemed satisfied with that answer. “Right. I’ll go and find Palepaw.” Mossheart said as she padded away from Mothleap. That’s a good idea. She thought. I should probably check on Lilypaw.

She had seen Lilypaw earlier, so it was easy for Mothleap to spot her apprentice from across the camp. The young cat was still sitting with her littermate and Smolderpaw. Mothleap quickly headed to the apprentices.

“How are you holding up?” Mothleap asked. Lilypaw cocked her head to the side.

“Fine, I suppose.” She answered simply. Mothleap searched the apprentice's face, but couldn’t find any sides of distress. I figured she’d be more distraught since Volepaw might’ve been contacted… but perhaps I was wrong.

Smolderpaw glanced up at Mothleap. “To be honest, I- I’m a bit nervous.” He said. His red tail was flicking back and forth, in what Mothleap assumed to be stress.

Mothleap remembered that Smolderpaw used to be a medicine cat apprentice, and was working under Hareflight no less. I suppose it’s natural to worry about his former mentor. Mothleap thought.

“Hareflight might be a pain, but he’s good at what he does. I’m sure whatever is happening, he knows what he’s doing.” Mothleap said. She did her best to sound reassuring to the young tom.

Smolderpaw quickly glanced at his front paw. “Oh, yeah, of course.” He said. Mothleap was confused. Was the young tom not worried about Hareflight? Maybe I’m reading too much into it. I do barely know him after all.

“I don’t blame you Smolderpaw. I’m pretty nervous too.” Snakepaw added. “I mean, the medicine cats probably know what they’re doing, but it still makes me uneasy.”

Mothleap nodded. “Of course. It’s natural to feel a little afraid. Even I get scared from time to time.” She said.

As she finished speaking, Toadstar reappeared from the leader's den. The Clan fell silent from their murmurs and watched as the leaders followed behind the head leader. As the leaders jumped up onto the fallen tree, Stonedust and Hareflight made their way out.

Mothleap sat up straight, ready to listen to what the leaders had to say. Did the medicine cats reach Mistfeather? And if so, did Mistfeather implicate the loner we found?

“Cats of LynxClan! We all felt great pain when Mistfeather and Slatekit were ripped away from us.” Toadstar yelled. Yowls of sorrow broke out from the gathered cats. The Clan was clearly still mourning the violent death of a queen and her kit.

The brown tom waited for the yowling to die down before he continued. “Our talented head medicine cat Stonedust led the charge, and was able to make contact with Mistfeather and Slatekit at the medicine cat meeting.”

Before any cat could celebrate, Deershadow jumped up from where she was seated. “What about Volepaw! Why wasn’t he seen by the medicine cats?” She howled. There was such pain in her voice that Mothleap couldn’t help but flinch.

Toadstar opened his mouth to respond but was quickly cut off by Stonedust. “We can’t control how StarClan works. We can pray, and ask for advice, but it is ultimately their decision who our ancestors choose to show us.”

Most cats seemed satisfied with that answer. Deershadow snorted. “Fine. But I know the truth. He’s still alive, and no cat will do anything about it.”

Toadstar shook his head. “As I was saying, our medicine cats made contact with Mistfeather is StarClan. They were able to deduce that the loner was not responsible for her death.”

The murmurs were back once again. Mothleap could only think of the words of the head leader. So it wasn’t the loner we found… I suppose that makes sense. No cat had scented a loner near where Mistfeather was killed. Even though she was a queen, Mistfeather was still an experienced warrior.

“However, that only leaves one conclusion,” Briarstar spoke up. She glanced at Toadstar before she quickly continued with, “It must have been a Clan cat that killed Mistfeather.”

Mothleap expected to hear shocked gasps, or cats crying out in horror. Instead, most cats remained silent, looking at their clanmates with an unease in their eyes. I guess it’s always been a possibility. Mothleap noted. Every cat was thinking it, but I think Briarstar is the only cat who’s come out and said it.

Toadstar growled at Briarstar. Mothleap saw him say something into Briarstar’s ear, but couldn’t hear what the dark brown tabby was saying. Maybe Briarstar wasn’t supposed to reveal that. She wondered.

Spottedstar cleared his throat, and the attention soon returned to him. “As such, we’ll be keeping all possibilities open. The killer could be any cat.” Spottedstar stared pointedly at Hareflight, who in turn quickly glanced away.

What’s that all about? Mothleap wondered. What could have Hareflight said to get a look like that? I’d ask him, but he’d probably claw my ears off like last time.

“The lookout system will continue. And it’s only fair that Bracken is released from our supervision.” Spottedstar said.

Foxstripe stood up suddenly, and shouted “Why should she! Just because Mistfeather claims it was a Clan cat, doesn’t mean a rouge wasn't involved.”

“Mistfeather herself denied that a loner was involved, and implicated a Clanmate. It would be wrong to continue to hold a cat captive when we have evidence to the contrary.” Briarstar said. Her brown eyes were stern, and Foxstripe got the message as she hesitantly sat back down.

“The cats who will escort Bracken off of our territory are as follows; Mothleap, Cloudyrain, Acornsting, and Gingerleaf.” Rabbitstar said.

Mothleap felt pride swell in her chest. I’ve been chosen for a warrior mission! Were the leaders rewarding her dedication?

The thought was quickly replaced with disappointment as Mothleap realized that Cloudyrain would also be coming. Why would he be rewarded? He’s awful!

The Clan soon dispersed, as the deputies started to organize the morning patrols. Mothleap padded over to where Bracken was being kept and met up with the other cats Rabbitstar summoned. The current guard of the loner was Starkdaisy, the oldest warrior in the Clan.

“Alright, Bracken. It looks like you’ll be released.” Starkdaisy called into the den. Bracken’s head carefully poked out of the prison. Her brown eye was cold and emotionless, trained on the warriors as she slowly left the den.

Mothleap felt a pang of guilt. It seemed like the best thing to do at the time. She thought. Maybe if Bracken heard the full story, she’d understand where the Clan was coming from.

“I’ll lead us to the edge of the territory.” Mothleap declared. Cloudyrain rolled his eyes but otherwise said nothing as the group of cats left the camp.

Mothleap couldn’t help but feel excited once again. She had led patrols before, but this felt more important. No cat seemed to mind me taking charge… except Cloudyrain, but that’s to be expected.

The patrol padded through the forest in silence for a while, before Gingerleaf spoke up, “So Bracken. What’s it like being a loner?”

Bracken coughed. “It is what it is.” After a moment, Mothleap heard her mutter, “Better than being in a Clan.”

Cloudyrain growled. “LynxClan is the best place for any cat to live.”

“Cloudyrain, there’s no reason to be antagonistic.” Mothleap said.

Bracken snorted. “I’ve heard stories about this group. And let me tell you, they aren’t good stories.”

Mothleap was intrigued. “Really? What kind of stories?” She asked. Mothleap was interested in what loners thought of Clan cats. I know Dad liked them well enough. She thought bemusedly.

“There was something about Starcats.” Bracken said. Her tone was still tight as she spoke, clearly still on edge.

“That’s StarClan. But StarClan is a force for good.” Acornsting finally spoke with. The black tom was so quiet that Mothleap forgot he was on patrol. I can’t be so forgetful!

Bracken didn’t respond. Mothleap didn’t press the tabby any further and instead refocused her attention back on the mission. They were getting close to the Great Rock. From there, I think we have to turn left… but I’ll double-check when we get there.

The group continued onward in a serene silence. Bracken certainly didn’t seem interested in talking, and Gingerleaf seemingly had her curiosity settled. When the patrol finally arrived at the Great Rock, Mothleap scented the air. I was right. It’s a slight turn left.

Mothleap gestured with her tail and led the patrol to the left. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Cloudyrain staring intently at her. Pay him no mind. She thought. If Cloudyrain wanted attention, he’d get it from some other cat.

“We’re almost at the edge of our territory.” Mothleap said. Bracken grunted in response.

The scent of LynxClan started to fade, as the limit of their boundary got closer. Warriors don’t patrol out here as often. Mothleap noted.

Mothleap suddenly stopped as the scent nearly disappeared entirely “Alright, here we are.” She said. Bracken padded forward and leaped over the scent line as if it were a small stream.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble we’ve caused you.” She said earnestly. Bracken rolled her eye.

“Oh please. You Clan cats might have problems, but I’d face you any day over the cats in the twolegplace.” She said.

The statement made Mothleap regain her earlier curiosity. Twolegplace cats? Were there other cats that lived in groups? She knew there were other Clans, but entirely different groups were something new. Maybe I should ask Whitestripe.

Bracken turned and trotted away from the Clan cats. “Good riddance.” Cloudyrain muttered. Mothleap had to restrain herself from cuffing him over the ear.

Mothleap turned away from the border and started the trek back to camp. She got only a mouse length before Cloudyrain spoke again. “Hey, Mothleap. I want to talk to you.”

The white molly turned to face Cloudyrain. “Alright then. Talk.” He’s got fleas in his brain if he thinks I’ll go somewhere private.

Cloudyrain glanced at Gingerleaf and Acornsting, before letting out a long and drawn-out sigh. “Fine.” He spat.

Cloudyrain shuffled on his paws and stared intently at the ground. Was he embarrassed? I’ve never known Cloudyrain as anything other than arrogantly proud. Mothleap thought.

“Look, I just wanted to say… sorry about what happened with Maplepaw.” Cloudyrain said. His voice was soft and vulnerable. Okay. Now this is really something different.

Mothleap locked eyes with the gray tom. “Oh… well, this is a little unexpected.” She said honestly. “But, it’s okay. You can’t always control what your apprentice does.” Cloudyrain nodded and padded forward to lead the patrol back to camp.

Suddenly, a new thought entered Mothleap’s head. Did he apologize to Lilypaw? Her apprentice was the one that was really hurt. She made a note to check with Lilypaw to see if Cloudyrain had apologized.

Cloudyrain dipped his head to Mothleap, before going to the head of the patrol. The four cats started to head back to the camp together. Cloudyrain and Acornsting at the front, with Mothleap and Gingerleaf at the back.

“So… you’re curious about loners?” Mothleap asked. Gingerleaf glanced away as if she was embarrassed.

“Well, I love living in LynxClan, but I’ve always wondered what other cats exist out there, you know?” the ginger molly said.

“I suppose so.” Mothleap said. She hadn’t really considered what life was like for loners. She knew her father used to be a loner for a while before he settled in the Clan to be with Curlycloud.

The two mollies fell into silence as the group padded on. They were passing the Great Rock when Mothleap picked up the scent of a squirrel. She stopped in her tracks, glancing quickly at where the scent was coming from. A plump gray squirrel sat on a rock a few fox-lengths away.

Immediately, Mothleap dropped into a crouch. She scented the air to tell where the air is. I’m downwind, that’s good. Mothleap noted.

Gingerleaf gave Mothleap a confused glance, before her green eyes brightened, and the ginger molly also dipped into a crouch. Mothleap flicked her tail towards the left and watched as Gingerleaf crept in a wide circle away from the squirrel. Mothleap went the other way. This is nearly perfect. She thought.

With the squirrel trapped between the two mollies, Mothleap started to creep forward. She stopped for a moment as the squirrel glanced her way. I hope my white fur doesn’t give me away!

Unfortunately, the squirrel seemed to spot her against the green-leaf grass and attempted to dart away. Mothleap started to bound forward but was interrupted as Gingerleaf leaped forward and tackled the squirrel. Mothleap watched as Gingerleaf killed the prey with a quick bite to the neck, and heard the molly murmur a quick thanks to StarClan.

“Nice catch!” Mothleap said. Gingerleaf glanced away.

“Well, you spotted it first.” She responded.

Mothleap glanced back towards where the rest of the patrol was and saw the faint outline of Cloudyrain and Acornsting through the bushes. They didn’t even wait for us! Did Cloudyrain just like to annoy her on purpose?

“Don’t worry about them.” Mothleap heard Gingerleaf say. She turned to face the orange molly as she continued, “Some cats just never change, no matter how hard you try.” As she finished speaking, Gingerleaf leaned down and picked up the squirrel, as she led Mothleap back to camp.

The sun was in full force by the time Mothleap and Gingerleaf made it back to camp.

There’s still plenty of time to get in a good training session with Lilypaw. Mothleap thought.

As Gingerleaf dropped her squirrel off in the fresh-kill pile, Mothleap went off to find Lilypaw. She quickly scanned the camp for the white and black molly, but instead, her eyes landed on Mossheart. Her sister was staring at something on the ground, and it seemed as if she was smiling.

Curious, Mothleap padded towards the white molly. What could interest her so much to cause her to smile like that?

“What’re you looking at?” Mothleap asked. Mossheart jumped at her voice and quickly whipped her head around to face her sister. Mossheart’s green eyes glimmered with excitement and wonder, as if she was a day-old apprentice on their first trip out of camp.

“Look at this!” Mossheart said as she pawed over whatever she was looking at. Mothleap squinted as she examined the object. It looked like a stone, but it was shiny and blue. The light seemed to glimmer off of it as if it was made of water. The surface was completely smooth, with none of the sharp edges Mothleap was expecting of a stone.

“It’s pretty.” Mothleap said simply. She quickly followed up by asking, “What is it?”

Mossheart’s smile only grew when Mothleap asked her the question. “It’s a special stone!” Mossheart stood up rapidly as she spoke. I’ve never seen her so openly excited.

“Some stones can be unique colors, like green or blue… and you’ll never guess where I found it.”

“Where?” Mothleap asked.

“It was right by my nest! I think it appeared after you left with the loner.” Mossheart explained.

Mothleap nodded. “That’s nice, I suppose… but why are you so excited by it? I mean it’s pretty, but you’re usually so much more reserved.” Mothleap asked.

Mossheart cocked her head to the side, her excitement replaced by confusion. “Wait, do you not know?”

“Know what?” Mothleap immediately responded. She could feel her chest start to fill with embarrassment. Was there something incredibly obvious that she was missing?

“Well, they say that if a cat leaves you a special stone by your nest, it means that they like you, but are too shy to say anything.” Mossheart explained.

Mothleap cocked her head to the left. “That’s… interesting.” How had she never heard of such a tradition? I don’t remember Leopardstream ever talking about it.

“It’s not just interesting, it’s exciting! It means I have a secret admirer!” Mossheart’s excitement was back in full force as she spoke.

“That’s great!” Mothleap congratulated her. “Who do you think it could be?”

Mossheart shrugged. “I’m not sure. I have a few cats in mind, but- well, I don’t want to make them uncomfortable by confronting them, you know? I’ll let them come to me when they’re ready.”

Mothleap nodded in agreement. “Makes sense.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Mothleap saw Lilypaw and Smolderpaw standing off to the side. She suddenly remembered that she had an apprentice to train.

“I’ve got to go train Lilypaw.” Mothleap said and stretched from where she was sitting by her sister. Mossheart nodded at her.

“Of course. Palepaw should be back any minute now.” Mossheart said. Her sister grasped the special stone between her jaws and padded away. She’s always been interested in finding a mate. I hope she figures out which cat it is soon.

Mothleap finally turned to face the two apprentices. “Hello you two. Ready for some training Lilypaw?”

Lilypaw nodded, but then asked, “Actually Mothleap, I was thinking… could I train with Smolderpaw?”

Mothleap considered this for a moment. It would be good for her to practice with other apprentices.

“Alright, but only if Muddystorm approves.” She flicked her tail at Smolderpaw, indicating that he should follow her. The timid apprentice padded after her, so close that he nearly stepped on her tail.

“Do you know where your mentor is?” Mothleap asked him. Smolderpaw flicked an ear, his amber-orange eyes widening.

“I think he’s in the elder's den.” Smolderpaw said softly. Mothleap quickly headed to the elder's den, her pelt itching to head back out of camp.

As she approached, she slowed as she heard muffled arguing. What’s going on? What cat would argue with the elders?

Mothleap stopped just outside the entrance to the elder's den, and loudly coughed to announce that another cat was there. The arguing immediately ceased, and Muddystorm soon slipped out of the den. The brown tom’s ears were facing backward, his tail flicking back and forth. Mothleap assumed he was one of the cats that was arguing.

“Hello, Muddystorm. I’d like to take Smolderpaw out to train with Lilypaw. I think training with another apprentice will be good for both of them.” Mothleap said. She did her best to sound calm and confident, hoping to ease whatever tension Muddystorm felt.

The deputy stared long and hard at Smolderpaw, his yellow eyes intense with an emotion Mothleap couldn’t place. After what felt like moons, Muddystorm let out a long sigh, all signs that he was irritated suddenly gone.

“Okay. Be back before sunset.” Muddystorm said. He quickly padded past the two cats and headed towards the leader's den.

“Well, we better get going.” Mothleap said. She turned to find Lilypaw just a few tail lengths away. I’m glad Lilypaw is eager to start training. Maybe her apprentice was putting Volepaw’s death behind her.

Mothleap led the two young cats out of camp. Her mind was occupied with where they should start training. We could go by the river… but maybe that’s not the best idea. The river on their territory seemed to be stained with tragedy lately.

I suppose it’s been a while since we’ve gone towards the field. She thought. Almost opposite of the river was a large clearing, nearly as big as the Clan’s camp. Mothleap decided it would be best if they headed out towards that clearing.

As she led the two apprentices toward the field, She heard Lilypaw ask “Are we being followed?”

Mothleap felt her heart stop. She immediately opened her mouth to scent the air, her body tensing. I won’t be afraid of the monster who’s killing cats. She was fully prepared to attack whoever might be near.

She couldn’t smell any cat at first but focused her attention on a bush that rustled. An orange and cream tom cat padded forward, his blue eyes staring at her. Mothleap felt herself relax as she recognized the tom. It’s just Hareflight. The medicine cat might be rude, but Mothleap doubted he could be a threat.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just… gathering herbs.” Hareflight said. Sniffing again, Mothleap realized why she couldn’t detect him before. His fur is drenched in the smell of herbs! The plants in the medicine den smelled too similar to those found in the forest.

“It’s fine.” Mothleap said calmly. She flicked her tail, indicating to Lilypaw and Smolderpaw to continue following her. As she led the two young cats, she heard Hareflight’s paw steps slowly trailing her. Was the medicine cat following them?

Maybe I should be suspicious of him after all. Why would a medicine cat want to follow a warrior and some apprentices?

Mothleap tried to put this information out of her mind and focus on Smolderpaw and Lilypaw. If Hareflight does have bad intentions, I can’t let him know that I’m onto him.

Mothleap pushed her way through the high grass and took in a breath of air. The open field was so unique compared to other parts of the territory. Where most of LynxClan had a lush forest dense with trees and bushes, the field was wide and expansive, with minimal clumps of grass and weeds spread about. The dirt and grit of the field reminded Mothleap of the floor of the Clan’s camp.

Mothleap turned to face the two apprentices. “Alright, let’s begin. Smolderpaw, what have you been practicing with Muddystorm?” she asked. She knew the young tom wasn’t as far along in his training as Lilypaw, and wanted to prepare the lesson accordingly.

Smolderpaw shuffled on his paws. His amber eyes darted away before he spoke, “Well, Muddystorm mostly has me working in the clan. Fixing dens, pulling ticks, that sort of stuff.” He said.

Mothleap cocked her head to the left in confusion. “Of course. All apprentices help with the upkeep of the Clan.” She chose her next words carefully, not wanting to be too harsh on the timid apprentice. “But I meant more like… the things you do outside of camp.”

Smolderpaw didn’t respond, and Mothleap was about to clarify even further, but Lilypaw spoke up first, “Do you know the hunters crouch?” She asked.

“Not yet. But Muddystorm said he’s taking a different approach to my training.” Smolderpaw said.

Mothleap frowned at his words. A different approach that doesn’t even go over the most basic techniques? What was Muddystorm doing with his apprentice?

“Well, let’s just start simple.” Mothleap said briskly. She did her best to hide the confusion she felt towards Muddystorm’s unorthodox training method. I don’t want to undermine a senior warrior in front of his own apprentice.

“Most of our territory, aside from the river, is rich with trees, shrubs, grasses, and bushes.” Mothleap explained. She remembered the first time she told Lilypaw about LynxClan’s territory.

“As such, we hunt our prey by stalking.” Mothleap continued, although she stood up to pad towards Smolderpaw. Lilypaw backed away to give the two some space.

“You’ll want to start by crouching down.” Mothleap watched as Smolderpaw crouched down. His back legs jutted out at an awkward angle, and his front leg was far too forward. Mothleap held back a purr. Lilypaw had made similar mistakes her first time crouching.

“Bring your front leg closer to you.” Mothleap said. As Smolderpaw moved it toward him, Mothleap padded behind him and gently nudged his back legs closer to him.

When she finished, she spoke, “You want to try to keep your legs close to you so that you have better control over your movements.”

Smolderpaw nodded. Now that his crouch was corrected, Mothleap had to teach him to stalk. “You’ll want to slowly stretch your paws forward, focusing on your prey.” As she spoke, she noticed a fallen oak leaf that the wind had carried from a nearby tree.

“Try focusing on that leaf for practice.” Mothleap directed the tom. She had a feeling that it would be easier for him to practice the crouch on something tangible.

Smolderpaw directed his amber eyes toward the leaf and focused intently. He slowly drew his paws forward and crept towards the leaf. Mothleap saw his tail start to lift up and spoke “Remember to keep your tail down, it can give your position away to your prey.” It’s especially true in Smolderpaw’s case. The young apprentice's dark red tail would stick out against the bright greens of the warmer seasons.

Smolderpaw nodded and quickly adjusted so that his tail was lowered. He stalked closer and closer to the leaf, before pouncing. He landed directly on the leaf, his claws unsheathed.

“That was a great start.” Mothleap commented. Smolderpaw’s eyes lit up.

“Really? I thought- I mean, I guess I just assumed I would be bad at it.” Smolderpaw said.

Lilypaw quickly padded up to stand next to him. “No way, you’re a total natural! When I first started, I kept over-judging my leaps, and would land farther away than I wanted.”

“No warrior can be perfect at everything.” Mothleap commented. She turned her gaze towards the long grass at the sides of the field. “I wish there was real prey for you to practice on.” She muttered to herself. That seemed to be the one downside of the field; small prey like mice and shrews rarely ever ventured into it.

“I could help him find something.” Lilypaw offered. Mothleap turned back towards the two apprentices.

“That’s a good idea.” She said. Smolderpaw didn’t seem to have a lot of confidence. Maybe getting help from a fellow apprentice would take off some of the pressure. Mothleap wondered.

Lilypaw led Smolderpaw to the far side of the clearing, her white pelt sticking out among the greenery. Mothleap sat down and started licking her paws. With all that had happened today, she had barely had time to wash her pelt.

As she licked her paws, Mothleap heard the leaves rustle at the edge of the clearing. She spun around to see who or what was approaching and was not surprised when she recognized the cream and orange pelt of Hareflight.

“Oh, it’s you.” Mothleap said. Hareflight didn’t respond, his blue eyes unreadable.

“You’re a good mentor.” He stated. Mothleap shrugged.

“I’m just doing my job like any other warrior.” She said. As she finished, Hareflight narrowed his eyes, and snarled,

“Not every warrior.” He started to pace back and forth, his tail twitching wildly. “At least one of us is no better than a starving fox. Who knows…” He stopped, and started staring intently at his paws. “Who knows who else is involved?”

“Who do you think it is?” Mothleap asked. She kept her voice calm and level, noting that the medicine cat didn’t look particularly stable.

Hareflight met her eyes once again. “I- it has to be…” He shook his head and sighed.

“If you know who’s responsible, the right thing to do is to let others know.” Mothleap said honestly.

Hareflight said nothing for a long moment, and just when she thought he wouldn’t speak again, Hareflight said “I know what I have to do. Thanks, Mothleap.”

He spun around, and as he started to pad away, he called “Be careful who you trust.”

Mothleap felt her heart freeze at the statement. Be careful who you trust? Just who exactly does he think is responsible?

Mothleap was shaken from her trance as she heard Lilypaw call, “Mothleap look! Smolderpaw caught a mouse!”

Mothleap turned back towards the field. Lilypaw and Smolderpaw were standing side by side, with Smolderpaw holding a plump mouse in his jaws.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen something awful.” Lilypaw asked. Mothleap did her best to collect her composure, taking in a deep breath.

“It’s nothing.” She said briskly. “Nice catch Smolderpaw.”

Smolderpaw’s orange eyes seemed to glimmer like starlight at the praise, and if Mothleap strained her ears, she could swear that the smaller tom was purring.

I guess there’s not much I can do, for now anyway. Mothleap thought. Right now, she needed to focus on mentoring and protecting these two young cats. Hareflight is a medicine cat, and he’s older than me by a few moons. I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.

Chapter Text

“Strawberryfur! Strawberryfur!”

Smolderpaw cheered out the now former apprentice's new name, along with the other gathered cats. He was seated next to Lilypaw and Snailpaw, with other apprentices spread about.

Smolderpaw didn’t know much about the dark red tom. He knew he used to be a loner before joining the Clan, but that had to have been when he was a young kit. To Smolderpaw, Strawyberryfurs presence was as normal as Pinestreaks.

As the cheering died down, Smolderpaw heard Maplepaw growl behind him. “Why is he becoming a warrior before me? I’ve been an apprentice longer!”

Lilypaw rolled her eyes. “Maybe if she wasn’t so aggressive all the time, she’d be farther along in her training.”

Smolderpaw tentatively nodded his head. He didn’t know much about the cream-colored apprentice, only that she had attacked Lilypaw and was as mean as Needlepaw. I wouldn’t want to train with her. He thought. She would cause him so much stress.

As the cheering finally quieted, Spottedstar called, “We have one more announcement before the Clan meeting is dismissed.”

Maybe they’ve learned something new about the murders. Smolderpaw wondered. The longer the killer was around to roam free, the more Smolderpaw’s anxiety increased.

“We’ve decided that it’s time for Pigeonkit to start her warrior training.” Spottedstar said.

A confused murmur rose from the gathered cats, including Smolderpaw himself. But Pigeonkit is only five moons old! Didn’t the warrior code forbid a cat from starting training before then?

Wolfspeck stood up, her gaze unwavering as she spoke, “What? You know she’s only five moons old.”

Seaheart, both Pigeonkit and Wolfspeck’s father, stepped forward. “Yes, she is. And she’s still grieving the loss of both her mother and her brother.”

Smolderpaw could pick up on a second meaning in his words. Seaheart is probably still grieving too.

Spottedstar seemed unconvinced. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Toadstar. “We are well aware of Pigeonkit’s age. I assure you, we debated about this decision for a while before concluding that this was the right decision.”

Wolfspeck still seemed unhappy, while Seaheart glanced nervously between the leaders and Pigeonkit.

“I can’t believe the leaders are being so unfair. Every cat should be allowed to grieve.” Lilypaw murmured, more to herself than to either Smolderpaw or Snailpaw.

“Besides, it’s only by a moon or so.” Toadstar suddenly added. He turned his yellow gaze towards Pigeonkit. “Step forward, Pigeonkit.”

For a moment, Smolderpaw wondered if Pigeonkit could even complete the ceremony. Her blue eyes were wide with undisguised terror, her tail bushed out behind her. Seaheart leaned down to his daughter and whispered something in her ear.

Whatever he said seemed to work, as Pigeonkit seemed to calm down, at least outwardly. She slowly padded forward towards the leader's den and stood below the five leaders. It was so quiet in the clearing, that Smolderpaw was surprised he couldn’t hear the scuttling of mice.

Fernstar leaped down off the den and padded up to Pigeonkit. I think this is the first time I’ve seen Fernstar assign an apprentice to a mentor. Smolderpaw thought.

Fernstar cleared her throat. “Pigeonkit, you have suffered so much at such a young age. And although you are not yet six moons old, we believe that you have the strength and endurance to start your warrior path now. From this day on, you shall be known as Pigeonpaw.”

As she finished, she glanced up to the sky. Smolderpaw thought he saw her mouth move slightly as if she was mouthing words. Was she asking StarClan for approval to apprentice a young cat early?

“I have decided that Acornsting will be your mentor.” She said loudly, with a certain confidence in her voice that Smolderpaw was not expecting. “He is patient and dedicated, and I know those skills will be important in your training.”

Acornsting seemed surprised but quickly padded up to Pigeonpaw. The two touched noses.

Dustcloud was the first cat to call out Pigeonpaw’s name, and the rest of the Clan slowly followed. Smolderpaw did his best to shout out Pigeonpaw’s new name, but he couldn’t help a small seed of doubt in his stomach. I hope she can handle the training… though if Acornsting is like Muddystorm, she won’t get much fighting or combat training.

“That is all. Please continue on as normal.” Spottedstar said. The remaining four leaders leaped down from the leaders’ den, and the Clan broke up into groups.

“I can’t help but feel bad for poor Pigeonpaw.” Smolderpaw said.

Snailpaw gave him a brisk nod, “Yeah, but there’s not much any cat can do. They are the leaders after all.”

Lilypaw stood up. “I’ll go and find Mothleap. You should find Muddystorm.” She said as she started to pad away from the apprentices.

Smolderpaw couldn’t help but feel sad at her loss. He knew Lilypaw had her responsibilities, and it was foolish to expect her to spend all her time with him. But they had gotten closer since Smolderpaw started his warrior training.

I’m pretty sure that makes us friends. He thought. He hadn’t had a friend before, at least one that wasn’t a littermate or a mentor. Maybe Squirrelpaw, but we haven’t talked in a while. Could cats still be friends if they never spent any time together?

Smolderpaw was pulled from his thoughts as he heard Muddystorm’s voice. “Seaheart, I want you to lead a patrol down by the great rock.”

Muddystorm had approached Seaheart, who had moved to sit with his three fully grown kits. Lakeroot stared at him, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Really? Do you have no consideration for my father's feelings or my sister's life?” Lakeroot hissed. Muddystorm didn’t seem bothered by Lakeroot’s tone. The brown tom opened his mouth to respond, but Seaheart interrupted him.

“It’s okay Lakeroot. I am a warrior, and warriors go on patrols.” He stood as he spoke, and quickly stretched his legs. “It might be nice to get to see the territory again. I’ve been so busy with Pigeonki- Pigeonpaw.”

Muddystorm smiled. “I’m glad you’re ready. I wanted to make sure that the loner left our territory, and couldn’t think of a better senior warrior to lead the patrol.” Seaheart nodded at him and stalked off to gather cats for the patrol.

A horrible thought occurred to Smolderpaw. Did the leaders break the code and make Pigeonpaw an apprentice a moon early, just to get Seaheart out of the nursery? Smolderpaw wanted to deny it, but couldn’t fully excuse the thought. Toadstar and Spottedstar were determined to make me a medicine cat… maybe they’re just as determined to get Seaheart back into regular warrior duties.

Smolderpaw slowly approached the brown warrior. It took Muddystorm a moment to notice his apprentice.

“There you are Smolderpaw.” He said. “I have some big plans for today. Do you remember what we did last time?”

It was hard for Smolderpaw to forget what happened on the night of the full moon. It had been a rather unique experience that he wasn’t expecting.

Smolderpaw crouched silently by the camp entrance. He was nestled neatly in one of the dens, his eyes peeking out of a small hole. To any onlookers, it would look like a normal den. This way, he could watch the clearing without the other cats knowing.

Smolderpaw couldn’t help but feel nervous at the task he was given. I know I have Muddystorm’s permission and all, but it still feels weird to watch my Clanmates like this. Smolderpaw thought.

He was interrupted from his thoughts as a cat slipped out from the medicine cat den. It was far away, and hard to tell in the dim lighting, but Smolderpaw was pretty sure that the cat was Stonedust.

One by one, the healers slipped out of the den, and followed the head medicine over to the camp entrance, right where he was hiding. I hope I don’t get caught. Muddystorm had made it clear that this had to stay a secret.

Stonedust led the medicine cats out of camp, with Hareflight and Aldernight in the back. The two toms were silent, each one giving the other a wary look. Had Hareflight gotten into an argument with his friend?

When Smolderpaw saw Aldernight’s dark red tail fade away through the forest, he knew he had to act fast. Any moment now, the night guards will be at their posts.

He stepped away from the small opening he made and quickly slipped out of the apprentices' den. The camp was so quiet and empty, that Smolderpaw wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the faintest of mouse chitter.

Smolderpaw made his way to the entrance, quickening his pace when he heard one of the warrior dens shuffle. When he finally got out of the camp, he let out a quick sigh of relief, before continuing on his way.

The forest seemed so different at night. He could still smell the leaves of the trees, the ragged bark, and the still stones. But it was hard to see where he was going. The full moon offered Smolderpaw some light, but it wasn’t anything like the day. Was this atmosphere part of the surprise?

It took him longer than usual to find his way to the river. The dark terrain was unusual, and it made him nervous. I don’t want to trip and have an accident. Smolderpaw thought. He would have to be careful about where he put his front paw.

Smolderpaw emerged to the spot Muddystorm had shown him. He couldn’t help but stare in awe at the river. The full moon’s light d When I snuck out with Needlepaw and Frostpaw, I was so focused on our journey, that I never noticed how beautiful the river is at night.

“You’re here.”

Smolderpaw jumped at the voice of his mentor, and quickly spun around. Muddystorm was standing a tail length away, his yellow eyes glimmering with an emotion Smolderpaw couldn’t place. The bushes beside Muddystorm rustled, and the shape of Batpelt appeared. It was nearly impossible to see him in the darkness, with Smolderpaw only able to see his amber eyes.

Smolderpaw couldn’t help but start to feel his anxiety increase. The river had been the place of so much callous death. No cat knew where he was, and he was facing two senior warriors who were also deputies of the Clan. They could very easily…

Smolderpaw shook his head. His mentor would never do something like that! How could I think such a thing! He scolded himself. He would have to trust that Muddystorm or Batpelt wouldn’t cause him harm.

He took a breath to steady his nerves. “So, what’s the surprise?” Smolderpaw asked. He did his best to make his voice sound excited at the prospect of what his mentor had planned.

Batpelt stared intently at him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He murmured so quietly, that Smolderpaw could barely hear him.

“Smolderpaw is my apprentice, and I think it’s a good idea,” Muddystorm said. His words sounded harsh, but his tone seemed to be one of admiration. “Besides, he’s Toadstar’s kin.”

Muddystorm didn’t wait for a reply from the black tom and took a pace forward towards Smolderpaw. “Since you’re the apprentice of a deputy, there are certain privileges that you get access to.”

Smolderpaw’s eyes widened in surprise. Special privileges? What could that possibly mean? I’ve never heard Petalpaw talk about anything like that.

“It’s… well, it’s usually kept quiet amongst the Clan.” As Muddystorm explained, he started to pace around Smolderpaw. “We don’t want the other apprentices to feel left out.”

“That makes sense,” Smolderpaw said. “So I’d have to keep these privileges a secret?” He questioned.

“Of course.” This time Batpelt spoke and started to pad over to join the other deputy. There was a heavy edge to his voice when Batpelt spoke. “It’s a great honor, but also a heavy secret.”

Smolderpaw could pick up on something else in the deputy’s words, that the black tom had not said aloud. You must keep this a secret, or else.

“I understand.” Smolderpaw said quietly. He had tried to sound confident but worried that Batpelt could pick up on his anxiety.

If the tom could tell he was nervous, he didn’t show it. Batpelt simply dipped his head to Muddystorm, his tail flicking.

“I’m glad you acknowledge that,” Muddystorm spoke. “I’m excited to get started.” He turned around and started walking. “Follow me please.”

Smolderpaw quickly padded after his mentor, with Batpelt trailing behind him. The three cats padded through the eerily silent forest. Smolderpaw was used to hearing the chirps of birds, or the scuttling of mice underpaw.

After walking for longer than Smolderpaw expected, the three had arrived in a small clearing on the edge of LynxClan’s territory. It was so close to the edge that Smolderpaw could smell strange scents drifting towards from right beyond the border.

“Not many cats come out here,” Batpelt remarked emotionlessly. It only made Smolder feel more anxious.

Muddystorm scuffed around the ground, muttering crossly to himself. What could he be looking for?

“Ah ha! Here it is.” Muddystorm finally mewed and then flicked his tail for Smolderpaw to come closer. He carefully stepped forward, not wanting to step on whatever Muddystorm wanted to show him.

“Do you see this rock? Notice how it's a strange color.” Muddystorm said. Smolderpaw squinted at the small rock. It was hard to make out in the darkness of night, but he thought he could tell that it was a shade of green. In the light, it would be nearly impossible to tell that it is apart from the grasses of greenleaf.

“Is it a special stone?” Smolderpaw asked. He had heard some of the other apprentices gossiping about special stones. Don’t they have romantic implications?

Muddystorm nodded. “Good eye. We’re not using it for its intended purpose, however. It acts as a marker.”

Before Smolderpaw could ask any further questions, Muddystorm and Batpelt started to dig around the stone. It was an unusual mixture of dirt and bigger stones. Smolderpaw hadn’t seen anything like it before.

It wasn’t long before the two toms had cleared away enough dirt, and an opening appeared. It was pitch black inside and smelled of mud.

“Go on in.” Muddystorm said. Smolderpaw looked away, his fear finally too loud to ignore.

“Is it safe?” He asked. Batpelt snorted, but Muddystorm shot him a glare.

“Of course.” Muddystorm responded coolly. Smolderpaw looked back at the hole. A newfound sense of determination filled him. If I’m going to be a warrior, I need to be able to face my fears.

Smolderpaw leaped into the hole. He landed about a fox length down into the earth. He stumbled a little bit but managed to catch his balance. The light of the full moon helped him to see slightly, but it was still just as dark as he had imagined.

He padded forward, twitching his whiskers. He’d have to rely on his remaining senses to navigate down in the pit. But is it a pit? Or could it be a tunnel?

As soon as he had made enough space, Muddystorm joined him in the darkness. “Smolderpaw, I would like to officially welcome you to the underground project.” He spoke with such pride, it reminded Smolderpaw of how a father would brag about their kits.

“It’s very, uhm, cool?” Smolderpaw said in an unsure tone. What was he supposed to think of it? What even was it? This is a lot more than I expected. He thought.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, so allow me to explain.” Muddystorm said and started to pad forward, deeper into the darkness. Smolderpaw stepped quickly to be side by side with his mentor. As they walked, it became more and more obvious to Smolderpaw that this wasn’t just a hole, but a tunnel.

“Before you were born, Toadstar and Spottedstar had an issue that they were struggling to solve.” Muddystorm started. “They wanted a way to traverse the Clan territory in a way that would avoid alerting threats. What if there was a badger? Or worse- Another fire?”

Smolderpaw shivered at the mention of a forest fire. He hadn’t been born yet but had heard the stories about the devastating fire that had ruined LynxClan’s original camp. It had killed several great cats, such as Windwhistle, and left others with deep injuries, like Dayfrost. I hope I never have to experience something so awful. He thought.

As the two had left behind the first entrance, the smell of wood soon entered Smolderpaw’s nose. “I can smell wood, even though we’re underground.” Smolderpaw stated.

“There’s stiff branches every other fox-length or so. To help support the ceiling.” Muddystorm said. Smolderpaw nodded, before realizing that his mentor probably couldn’t see him.

“We were struggling to think of a solution. But then, something truly incredible happening.” Muddystorm paused, for a moment, seemingly distracted. “A cat came down from StarClan themselves, and spoke to me.”

At this news, Smolderpaw stopped entirely. “A StarClan cat… Spoke to you?” He wondered aloud. It took him a second to realize how his words could be misinterpreted. “I mean- of course, they could choose to speak with you, but I just thought it had to be a leader or medicine cat.”

“I was shocked too.” Muddystorm mewed. “I couldn’t be sure if it was a real message or just a regular dream. But after speaking with Elmfern, he confirmed it.”

Smolderpaw was about to ask what the message was, but Muddystorm spoke first. “The tunnel starts to turn to the left up here.” He said briskly, clearly wanting to continue recounting his story.

“Okay.” Smolderpaw said and started to turn his body to the left. He noticed how comfortable moving in this tunnel was. He and Muddystorm could comfortably walk side by side, his whiskers only occasionally brushing up against a wall. I know I’m a bit smaller than most cats. Smolderpaw thought. But I think two warriors could fit together down here.

Once the two cats had made a full left turn, Muddystorm continued the tale. “He was a very old warrior named Rockpelt, older than even the first founders. He told me he was from WindClan.”

“WindClan?” Smolderpaw asked. He hadn’t yet memorized the names of the ancient clans, but the name sounded familiar.

“One of the first five Clans. They hunted in a wide open field called the moor, and chased down their prey with speed and strategy.” Muddystorm explained briefly. Smolderpaw tried to imagine what the moor could look like. A forest without trees… It sounds rather barren. He thought. Did the WindClan cats ever wish to be under a thicket of trees, or to feel the fallen leaves under their paws?

“The way they used to hunt and traverse their territory, was through a system of tunnels.” Muddystorm said. “The cats of WindClan used to dig tunnels. They had a massive system to allow them to go anywhere on their territory. They could follow rabbits into their burrows, and surprise any other Clan who attempted to attack.” He explained.

“The tunnels sound really useful.” Smolderpaw commented. If LynxClan had a system of tunnels, it could've helped any of the victims escape from the killer.

“They were.” Muddystorm’s gaze soon grew dark. “But for some reason, the WindClan cats stopped tunneling. They had a brilliant gift, and they abandoned it.”

“Why?” Smolderpaw asked. Muddystorm grunted.

“Rockpelt didn’t tell me the exact reason. He claimed that the WindClan cats had grown too soft. Too reliant on help from the other Clans, and their method of hunting.” He said.

“But… the Clans were working together, so wouldn’t that be a good thing?” Smolderpaw asked timidly. He didn’t want to sound confrontational to his mentor, let alone contradict the words of a StarClan cat.

“From our perspective as LynxClan cats, yes, it would be,” Muddystorm explained softly. He seemed sympathetic to Smolderpaw’s viewpoint. “But in the world of the ancient Clans, it was a terrible weakness. The Clans would fight nearly constantly, battles were a daily occurrence. For one Clan to rely on the other, when that Clan could then turn around and use it against them, had happened before.”

“So giving up tunneling made WindClan weaker?” Smolderpaw asked.

“Yes. Rockpelt spent his whole life dedicated to tunneling. He wanted to restore the practice, to bring to us what made WindClan so strong.” Muddystorm explained.

Smolderpaw was starting to put the story together. “Did Rockpelt teach you how to tunnel?”

“Not just me, but all the deputies!” Muddystorm said excitedly. “We’ve been working on this project for several seasons now. When it’s done, it’ll make LynxClan so much stronger.”

“I think so too,” Smolderpaw said. The tunnels did seem like they would solve a lot of problems. Acting as an escape route, and allowing his Clanmates to avoid potential dangers.

But… What if some cat uses the tunnels to cause trouble? An image of a powerful cat, slashing the throats of Volepaw and Mistfeather, only to escape into a tunnel, never to be seen again. Smolderpaw couldn’t help but whimper at the thought. The tunnels could just as easily be used against us.

“Is something wrong?” Muddystorm asked. Smolderpaw debated about whether he should mention his fears to his mentor. I asked a question earlier, and he didn’t seem upset.

“Not that I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Smolderpaw started, choosing his words carefully. “But I’m worried that a dangerous cat could use it to harm us.”

“We had that same fear around the time Volepaw was murdered,” Muddystorm said. “We didn’t find any evidence of the killer using the tunnels, so it couldn’t have been any cat who knew about them.”

Muddystorm suddenly stopped, and Smolderpaw had to walk back to continue to stand next to his mentor. “It’s one of the reasons we want to keep this project a secret, for now at least. We were going to tell the Clan sooner, but…” Muddystorm shook his head. “If there is a killer among our Clan, we don’t want them to know about it.”

Smolderpaw now understood why it was so important to keep the tunnel project a secret. He would’ve done so regardless of Muddystorm’s reasoning, he wanted to be a loyal apprentice. It makes it easier to omit if there’s a good reason for it.

“I stopped here because there should be another special stone…” Muddystorm trailed off, his eyes focusing intensely on the dirt wall of the tunnel. “There it is! See that glint of red Smolderpaw?”

Smolderpaw stared at the wall. His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness of the tunnel. He could somewhat make out the grains of dirt, and the sludge of mud on his paws. He nearly missed the glint of red in the wall. It looks like it’s impeded in the wall. Special stones seemed to make good markers.

Muddystorm started digging and was able to remove enough rock to clear a hole in the surface. The light of the moon seemed to be as bright as daylight, and it caused Smolderpaw to squint his eyes to protect them from the glow.

He carefully haunched his legs, and jumped upwards. Hooking his front paw into the dirt, and pushing with his back legs, he was able to make his way out of the tunnel. The rushing of water filled his ears, and Smolderpaw realized that they were right by the river, where they had started.

Muddystorm started to replace the rocks and spoke as he worked. “Only the leaders and deputies know about the tunnels. Toadstar helped get the project started; Spottedstar and Briarstar supported him. Rabbitstar and Fernstar took some convincing.”

“Briarstar agreed with Toadstar?” The question came out of Smolderpaw’s mouth before he had the chance to think it through. He didn’t know much about Briarstar; only that she and Toadstar had different opinions on nearly everything.

“Well, I guess she also needed to be convinced,” Muddystorm said quietly. “I don’t fully know what happened. Toadstar is the one who explained this all to me. He’s the head leader after all.”

When the tunnel entrance was secure, and the special stone marker in place, Muddystorm glanced at the sky. “We better head back to camp now. We don’t want to get in the way of the medicine cats.”

Smolderpaw nodded. The two padded back in relative silence, only broken by the sound of paws on the forest floor. As they got closer to camp, Smolderpaw finally felt how tired he was. His paws ached from the walking, and could feel his eyelids begging him to close them.

When they finally arrived back at the camp entrance, Batpelt was waiting for them. In his time down in the tunnels, Smolderpaw had completely forgotten about the other deputy. I hope he’s not upset that we left him behind. He thought, though realized Muddystorm probably planned the meeting to go that way.

“I’ll have some tasks for you soon,” Muddystorm whispered. “But you should head to your nest. You look exhausted.”

Batpelt nearly stared at him, an emotionless expression on his face. Did the black tom still not trust him, even after Muddystorm had explained to him how important it was that the tunnels be a secret?

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them a secret.” Smolderpaw whispered back, before letting out a long yawn. He nearly stumbled walking into camp. I’ve never felt so tired in all my life.

He collapsed into his nest and fell asleep as soon as his eyelids closed.

“Right,” Muddystorm spoke carefully, glancing around the camp to make sure no cat was listening in. “I want to go back there today and examine the area, maybe we’ll catch some prey.”

Smolderpaw nodded. He had told Muddystorm that Mothleap and Lilypaw had taught him to catch prey. His mentor told him that he had done a good job, but there was a distant look in his yellow gaze. Smolderpaw was never sure if the praise was genuine. But if he’s talking about catching prey, maybe we’ll do some hunting!

The two cats headed out of camp, with Muddystorm in the lead and Smolderpaw behind him. They padded through the forest. If Smolderpaw focused, he could see that a few of the leaves had started to turn the slightest shade of yellow. That’s a sign that Greenleaf is starting to end. Smolderpaw noted.

They walked for a while more before Smolderpaw heard ferns rustling. He stopped and was surprised to see the face of Hareflight. The orange tom padded forward.

“Muddystorm. Smolderpaw” He said stoically, dipping his head at the deputy.

“Hareflight. It’s good to see you again.” Muddystorm said coolly, a sly smile on his face. Hareflight seemed to tense up and stared intently at the deputy. What was going on between the two toms? Did something happen?

Hareflight turned away from Muddystorm and instead focused his attention on Smolderpaw. “How are you enjoying your warrior training?” Hareflight asked. His voice was quiet, and his blue eyes seemed distant.

What could be bothering his former mentor? Maybe he feels awkward around me because I used to be his apprentice? It was the only thing Smolderpaw could think of. Maybe if I reassure him, he won’t be so sad!

“It’s going fine- great, even!” Smolderpaw said. He thought about mentioning that he caught his first piece of prey yesterday but ultimately decided against it. It could make Muddystorm seem like a bad mentor, and he didn’t want to bother Hareflight anymore than he already was. But what could he say that wasn’t about prey or the tunnel project?

Hareflight didn’t seem to prod for more answers. “Right. Well, I need to get back to looking for chervil. Ripplerun is acting like a mouse in a fox den. Honestly she-” Hareflight suddenly stopped speaking, and his eyes widened.

Before Smolderpaw could ask the tom what was wrong, Hareflight suddenly shouted, “A sign from StarClan!”

“A sign? Where?” Smolderpaw asked. His short apprenticeship as a medicine cat hadn’t covered anything related to StarClan, let alone how to interpret signs and omens.

Hareflight gestured to a small leaf under his paws. It was hard to tell, but Smolderpaw thought it was an alder leaf. There were few of the trees in LynxClan’s territory, and he realized that they happened to be in one of the places where an alder tree resided.

“This leaf, it’s a sign. It must be. StarClan has answered my prayers.” Hareflight spoke, mostly to himself, his eyes staring intently at the small leaf.

Smolderpaw wanted to ask further about the sign. He knew it wasn’t his place as a warrior apprentice, but he had never seen a medicine cat receive a genuine sign before. But he barely had time to open his mouth before Hareflight had gently gripped the small leaf in his jaws, and was running back to camp by the time he opened his mouth. He didn’t think Hareflight could run that fast!

“Come on Smolderpaw, let’s carry on.” Muddystorm said, his voice tight. His mentor’s tail flicked as if the entire interaction was a waste of time.

“I wonder what that sign was about.” Smolderpaw said aloud, as he and Muddystorm started to continue on their way to the tunnel markers.

“Nothing either of us should be concerned about,” Muddystorm said. He glanced around as if looking for some cat, before saying, “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so quick to trust the words of Hareflight. That medicine cat has got more than a few bees in his brain.”

“Really?” Smolderpaw asked. He hadn’t thought of Hareflight as a cat that way. He always came off as intelligent and focused.

Muddystorm didn’t elaborate, and Smolderpaw didn’t want to ask any further. His mentor was clearly annoyed by the interaction, and he worried about pressing the issue further. But he wondered what the truth was. Could a cat be seen so differently by the cats around them> I wonder what Hareflight is really like?

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Hareflight burst into the camp. Some cats turned to face him, but he was mostly ignored among his Clanmates. He had one thought on his mind. Where is Aldernight?

He decided to check the medicine cat den first. He quickly ran over to the small den, and stepped inside.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the den, but Hareflight was able to see the dark-ginger pelt of Aldernight. He was hunched over, staring at a herb Hareflight couldn’t identify. Ripplerun was also inside, sitting a tail length away from the tom. She perked up as she recognized him.

“What are you doing back so soon? Do you have the chervil I asked for?” Ripplerun asked.

Hareflight gently placed the leaf by his paws. He would never risk damaging an omen from StarClan. “I’d like to speak to Aldernight. Alone.” He said sharply.

Ripplerun stared at him, then at Aldernight, then back at him. She stood up and let out a sigh. “Suit yourself. But we do need that chervil! Maybe I could ask Sootpaw to…” Hareflight heard her trail off as she exited the den.

Aldernight didn’t meet his gaze. His green eyes were focused entirely on the herbs in his paws. Hareflight snorted with contempt. Trying to hide your guilt? He thought snarkily.

“Aldernight. I know what you’ve been doing.” Hareflight said. He kept his tone emotionless.

The dark ginger tom flinched as if he had clawed his back. “Oh…” He said softly. “I guess I did a poor job of hiding it.”

He finally looked at Hareflight with a sad smile. The orange tom felt his pelt bristle with anger. How dare he try to make me feel sorry for him!

“I don’t find any of this particularly amusing.” He growled. “You and Badgerclaw are a threat to the Clan! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t march over to the leaders and spill your evil deeds right now!”

The threat was only half true. Hareflight didn’t trust the leaders right now. Not after the incident with Toadstar, and how Spottedstar so callously ignored the words of a StarClan cat. I guess the next best thing would be to report it to Stonedust.

Aldernight then seemed to grow determined, his expression hardening. “Well, I disagree! I think the rule is- well, not stupid, but outdated!” He stood up, and started to pace. “I thought LynxClan was supposed to be better than the original Clans. Why do we have to keep such an awful tradition?”

Hareflight felt his anger turn to disgust. How had he ever called this cat his friend? Someone with such a blatant disregard for life had no business being near him- let alone in such a position of power.

“Oh, I’m sorry you hate the warrior code so much, but I for one like the part where it says that Clanmates protect each other, and to not murder innocent kits.” Hareflight snarled. He spun around, eager to get away from Aldernight as fast as possible.

Before he could take a single step, Aldernight quickly said, “What? Hareflight, what are you talking about?”

Hareflight turned back to face Aldernight. Was he so cowardly that he would pretend to not know what he has done? He’s not that mouse-brained.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t understand.” Hareflight muttered. “I know what you’ve been doing. I’m impressed you managed to loop a deputy into all of this.” How had a young medicine cat and new warrior managed to convince a senior deputy of such a dastardly plan?

Aldernight stared at him for several moments. Neither tom spoke, with Hareflight started to feel more and more self-conscious under the scrutiny of his former friend.

Finally, Aldernight let out a small sigh. “I think I know what’s happening. You think I was partly to blame for the recent murders?”

Hareflight felt his anger grow all over again. “Think it? I know it! Why else would StarClan send me a sign? An alder leaf. You’re the only cat in the Clan with ‘alder’ in your name!”

Aldernight slowly padded forward, and squinted at the leaf. “Is that what that is? I thought it was a herb you needed help identifying.”

Hareflight was perturbed by Aldernight’s suddenly calm demeanor. Just seconds ago, he seemed as terrified as a kit who had a nightmare. What could’ve caused him to change so suddenly?

“Don’t try to change the subject! It doesn’t matter what I think. I had suspicions, but when StarClan sent me this sign, I knew you were responsible!” He yelled. He left out that he had ended up taking advice from the young warrior Mothleap.

Aldernight looked at him. “Hareflight, I don’t know if this is a sign from StarClan or not, but I can tell you this. I had no part in the murder of Volepaw, Mistfeather, or Slatekit.”

“Oh really?” Hareflight said sarcastically. So now he wants to deny it. But I won’t let him get away with this!

“Then how do you explain your weird behavior? Not being with the other medicine cats at night, and the sneaking around with Badgerclaw?” He asked.

Aldernight suddenly shifted his paws, and seemed to grow physically uncomfortable. “Look. There is something I’ve been doing, but it’s not bad! Well, we don’t think it’s bad.”

Hareflight tilted his head in confusion. He wanted to continue to yell at Aldernight for trying to deny the allegations he knew were true, but decided to try a new tactic. Maybe if I let him talk, I can get him to admit something smaller… and then build up to the murder.

“What did you do then?” Hareflight asked, unable to hide his tail twitching in irritation. Aldernight looked away.

“I… I have a mate. I’ve been sneaking out at night to see them.” He said the words quietly.

Hareflight was taken aback. Of all the things he had expected Aldernight to say to defend himself, that had not been one of them. Well, at least he’s not breaking the warrior code. He thought darkly.

Even though it wasn’t murder, a medicine cat taking a mate was a serious offense. Medicine cats were supposed to be dedicated to StarClan above all else. It was strictly against the code of medicine cats to consider taking a mate, or having kits. It was something they all agreed too before they started their training. He must know how bad it is, or else he wouldn’t be hiding it. Hareflight thought. How could Aldernight justify breaking such a sacred rule?

“For how long?” Hareflight asked. Maybe if it had only just started, Hareflight could help Aldernight get out of the situation. He could go to StarClan, and ask for forgiveness. That is, if he’s even telling the truth. But would he lie about something so serious? Hareflight couldn’t be sure.

“Several moons.” Aldernight said. He finally looked at him, his green eyes glistening with sadness.

“If I choose to believe this,” Hareflight started, “then how does Badgerclaw fit into all this?” Why did Aldernight need the assistance of a warrior if he was just going out to meet with some cat? LynxClan’s territory was relatively safe.

Aldernight stared at him. “Do you not get it?” He asked, irritation in his voice. “Badgerclaw is my mate. And I don’t care what some old rule says! I love him, and he loves me.”

...Oh Hareflight thought. He felt embarrassed that he had never even considered that as a possibility. But I guess that explains it.

His mind started to race with thoughts and questions. Why would Aldernight even want a mate in the first place? Not having to worry about a mate or kits had comforted Hareflight in his own training. Did most medicine cats struggle with choosing to be faithful to their code?

“Hareflight? Are you okay? You’re doing that thing again where-” He ignored whatever the dark ginger tom might’ve said.

Hareflight had no idea what to do. Even if Aldernight and Badgerclaw were really mates, and this wasn’t a lie to get out of trouble, did that even vindicate them from the accusations of Mistfeather and Slatekit’s murder? Perhaps the two were so deeply in love that they were able to manipulate the other into helping them kill another cat. Whatever it is, I can’t just stand by and do nothing. He thought.

“I- I need to talk to Stonedust.” He blurted out. It was the only option he had of a cat with authority that he could go to. Aldernight winced.

“Please Hareflight, keep it a secret. We aren’t harming anyone!” Aldernight cried.

“StarClan made the rule that medicine cats can’t have mates or kits for a reason. You’re harming them by breaking this sacred rule.” Hareflight responded. How could Aldernight expect him to keep such a secret? What he was doing went against everything they were supposed to stand for.

Aldernight let out a long sigh. His eyes darted to his paws. “If I can’t convince you to keep it a secret, then please, do me one favor.” He said solemnly. “Just… keep Badgerclaw out of it. I love him, and don’t want him to get in trouble.”

Hareflight wondered how he could even uphold such an offer. Stonedust would surely want to know the cat that Aldernight was seeing. Unless I said it was a loner… He rid the thought from his mind almost as soon as it came up. He couldn’t keep thinking of Aldernight as a friend to protect. He was a suspected killer, and had broken the most sacred medicine cat rule.

“I make no promises.” Hareflight responded. He quickly gripped the alder leaf in his jaws, and headed out of the den. He had to talk to Stonedust, and he couldn’t stand to be around Aldernight any longer.

Hareflight scanned the camp, looking to see if the head medicine cat was in the camp. The sooner he talked to her, the better. He saw Jaggedrock speaking with Batpelt by the leaders den, Apricot dozing in the sun right outside the nursery, and Lionleap eating a vole by the fresh kill pile. Where could Stonedust be?

He padded through the camp, and perked up when he saw Stonedust exiting the elders den. He ran to her, nearly avoiding knocking into her.

“Great StarClan! No need to run like an apprentice on their first outing!” Stonedust huffed, her gray tail twitching in agitation.

“Sorry,” Hareflight said, letting the alder leaf fall from his jaws. “I would like to speak with you. It’s urgent.” He dipped his head towards the camp entrance. “Can we talk out of camp?”

Stonedust’s blue eyes softened at his words, and she quickly dipped her head. “Very well.”

Hareflight picked up the alder leaf, and quickly padded out of camp, with Stonedust following closely behind. He padded slightly far from camp, making sure they were out of the hearing range of any of the cats by the fresh kill pile.

“What do you need?” Stonedust asked, slowly sitting down on an open patch of moss.

Hareflight let down his leaf, and explained what had happened with Aldernight. How he found him in the woods before finding Mistfeather, how he suspected him for a while before receiving an alder leaf from StarClan, confirming his suspicsions. Finally, he mentioned that Aldernight had broken the medicine cat rule of taking a mate.

Stonedust was silent the entire time he explained what had happened. It was impossible to tell what she could be thinking, her face as stoic as a battle hardened warrior. Hareflight thought he saw her tail twitch when he had mentioned that Aldernight had taken a mate.

When Hareflight finished speaking, Stonedust let out a long sigh. There was a certain tiredness in her eyes, as if this were an annoying chore she had to deal with instead of a violation of a sacred oath.

“Does any other cat know?” Stonedust asked. Hareflight shook his head.

“I came straight to you as soon as I found out.” He responded.

Stonedust dipped her head. “Right. I can’t say I’m too surprised about Aldernight. Most medicine cats struggle with following the code at some point.”

Hareflight was taken aback by her words. Was that really true? I know I never struggled with that kind of thing. He felt himself grow embarrassed. Was there something wrong with him?

“I’ll talk to Aldernight about this.” Stonedust said softly. “Did he tell you who he was seeing?”

Hareflight hesitated for a moment. “I… he didn’t say.” he quickly followed it up with, “Though I imagine it has to be a clan cat.” That wasn’t a full lie.

If Stonedust suspected him of partially lying, she didn’t comment on it. Hareflight decided to move on to the other problem that they had to deal with. “Do you think he could be the killer? I know medicine cats are supposed to heal, but if he’s capable of breaking our most important rule… maybe he’s also willing to take the lives of innocent cats.”

Stonedust closed her eyes, deep in thought. Her paws began to knead the moss that she sat on. Hareflight leaned forward, as if worried that he would miss what she would say.

When Stonedust finally opened her eyes, Hareflight could sense the strong determination she felt. “No. I don’t think so. Making one mistake isn’t enough to condemn him.” Her gaze softened. “I know you want to find the killer- most cats do. But I truly don’t think it is Aldernight.”

Hareflight couldn’t help but feel himself relax at Stonedust’s words. She sounded so confident. She even knows about the sign from StarClan, and it hasn’t seemed to change her mind.

“I’m going to consult with StarClan.” Stonedust said. After seeing Hareflight’s alarm, she quickly added “Don’t worry about Muddystorm. I’ll take a warrior escort just in case.” Her tone was strained, which made sense. No medicine cat liked inviting warriors to the sacred ground of the fallen star. But it’s clearly necessary here. Hareflight thought.

“Right.” Hareflight nodded. “And… thank you for listening to me.” He said softly.

“Of course. We’re medicine cats- what’s the point in having more than one if we never cooperate?” Stonedust said snarkily.

Her gaze quickly turned serious. “I just ask that we keep this between us. At least for now. The Clan is in a… let’s say delicate position right now. We don’t need to worry any cat unnecessarily.” Stonedust said.

I suppose that makes sense. Hareflight thought. Every cat was already so tense- the last thing they needed was to publicize this situation if it can remain hidden.

After Hareflight nodded, Stonedust stretched out. “It’s far too cold to be standing out here much longer.” He heard Stonedust grumble.

“Let’s head back to camp then. Wouldn’t want you to catch anything.” Hareflight said. Stonedust rolled her eyes, but he could see the amusement in her gaze.

“Whatever happened to respecting your elders?” Stonedust purred, before turning to lead the way back to the LynxClan camp.

As the two medicine cats headed back, Hareflight felt much better than he did earlier, the anxiety that once pounded in his chest long forgotten. It’s nice to not have to do everything myself… and I hope this situation with Aldernight can be resolved soon.

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Mothleap let out a yowl of surprise, as Lilypaw slammed into her from behind. She quickly turned onto her stomach and pushed upward, launching Lilypaw up into the air. The white molly gasped, but righted herself and landed perfectly on herpaws.

“Great job Lilypaw!” Mothleap said as she rose to stand up from the ground. “I can’t believe how much you’ve improved in such a short amount of time.”

Lilypaw licked one of her paws and brought it up to clean her ear. “Oh, it’s nothing. I only got so far because of your help.” Lilypaw said.

Was that really true? Mothleap wondered before quickly pushing the thought from her mind. Of course it’s true! At least, I hope so.

“I think we should head back to camp. Make sure to pick up that vole you caught earlier on the way.” Mothleap said. With the early stages of leaf-fall settling in, more than ever did the Clan need prey. Nothing could go to waste.

Lilypaw nodded, and the two molly’s headed off back towards the camp. Lilypaw pulled ahead, “I’ll go get my prey.” And then dashed off away from Mothleap.

The mentor simply sighed contentedly, and allowed her thoughts to wander to less material things. There was so much to worry about. If Bracken wasn’t the cat responsible for he deaths of Volepaw, Mistfeather and Slatekit, then who was? She still couldn’t believe that a Clan cat would do something so awful, but Hareflight’s ominous warning was still fresh in her mind.

And that was another thing. Hareflight and Smolderpaw seemed to be acting off. For some reason, both tom’s seemed to be spending more of their time around her recently. Hareflight had confided in her that warning, and despite his oftentimes rude behavior, seemed to trust her. And Smolderpaw was so anxious, it reminded her of how Mossheart acted when she first became an apprentice. She hoped that someday he’d learn to be more confident in himself. It was an essential part of being a good warrior. Maybe I could-

A sharp yowl of anger jolted Mothleap out of her thoughts. Her slow pace as turned into a run, and she quickly got to where it had come from. Bursting through the shrubbery, she found Lilypaw angrily lashing her tail, as she stood mere mouse lengths away from none other than Maplepaw. The older apprentice was standing over the vole Lilypaw had caught.

“Give it back you fox-heart!” Lilypaw shouted, her claws unsheathed and digging into the ground.

Maplepaw rolled her eyes, seemingly unaffected by Lilypaw’s words. “Come on. Surely one single vole isn’t that important. You’re such a great hunter, I’m sure you can catch another.” Her voice was so sickly sweet it made Mothleap shudder.

Before this exchanged could go on any longer, Mothleap shouted “Just what is going on here!”

Both apprentices turned to look at Mothleap, shock evident on their faces. As fast as lightning, Maplepaw grabbed the vole between her teeth, and ran past both Mothleap and Lilypaw.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going!” Liypaw called as she quickly followed the other molly.

“Hold on. What happened?” Mothleap asked. She was still unsure about just what exactly Maplepaw had done.

“She stole my vole!” Lilypaw said back, her voice growing distant as she ran after Maplepaw.

Mothleap let out of a sigh of annoyance. It was as if it was Maplepaw’s sole goal to make the lives of her Clanmates much harder than they needed to be.

Mothleap padded after the two, trying to conserve her strength. At that speed, both Lilypaw and Maplepaw would tire out fast. This way, I should meet up at them and not be out of breath! Maybe I should have a lesson with Lilypaw on endurance.

The sounds of a scuffle soon shook Mothleap out of her jog. She sped up, wanting to make it there before either cat got seriously hurt.

Lilypaw was on top of Maplepaw, jaws snapping at the vole that the other cat held onto so tightly. At the rate they were going, they were going to end up destroying it.

“Stop, both of you!” Mothleap yowled before she plunged herself into the small squabble. Lilypaw had stepped back, heeding her mentors words, but Maplepaw still held on tightly.

Mothleap grabbed the vole, trying not to puncture it too much, and pulled back hard. Maplepaw might be a fully grown cat, but Mothleap was larger than her. She was stronger than Maplepaw, and the younger cat let go of the vole with an angry hiss.

Now that the vole was safely in her jaws, Mothleap dropped it to the ground, and hovered over it, not letting either apprentice get at it.

Mothleap sighed, and flicked her tail in annoyance. “Maplepaw, just what do you think you’re doing? Why are you trying to take Lilypaw’s vole?”

“She started it!” Maplepaw cried. “I was just minding my own business, when Lilypaw started to brag about that measly, worthless vole!”

“It’ts better than anything you could catch.” Lilypaw said coldly. Mothleap sent her apprentice a look, and Lilypaw looked away awkwardly.

“Well, that may be so, but that doesn’t justify stealing the prey of other cats.” Mothleap said confidently. Before Maplepaw could argue, Mothleap continued, “Now, we’re going to head back to camp. Since you wanted the vole so badly, I think you should carry it.”

If you could even call it a vole anymore. She thought. It looked more like a scrap of meat and fur. It’ll have to be eaten soon or else it’ll go bad.

The three molly’s trudged in an uncomfortable silence. Mothleap was brought back to when she was an apprentice, alongside Cloudyrain. He had been cruel to her, in a similar way that Maplepaw was to Lilypaw. What can I do to make this right?

Before she knew it, the three cats had arrived back at camp. As Maplepaw dropped the vole on the prey pile, Mothleap approached. “Who’s your mentor?”

Maplepaw sent her a glare so harsh it felt like claws raking her muzzle, before she tipped her head over towards Batpelt. The deputy was talking to Ravenpounce and Lionleap about something. Mothleap slowly approached, wanting to be respectful of the conversation between the three senior warriors.

“... and I want each of you to lead a patrol around the Whitestone. Toadstar is worried about rouges. Gather warriors you trust.” Batpelt said.

“Right away.” Lionleap said, dashing off to find warriors to fill his patrol.

Ravenpounce shuffled on his paws. “I need to eat with Sunspots first. We’re having an important conversation.”

Batpelt nodded. “Very well. But lead the patrol right after.”

Before Ravenpounce could respond, Mothleap cleared her throat to make her presence known. Batpelt turned to face her, his eyes cold and analytical, while Ravenpounce took that as his cue to leave and find his mate.

“You’re Maplepaw’s mentor, right?” She wouldn’t put it past Maplepaw to lie about her mentor to her face.

But it seemed she hadn’t as Batpelt nodded. “Yes. I was reassigned to her by Briarstar.”

At his confirmation, Mothleap proceeded to explain the situation that happened between Maplepaw and Lilypaw, Batpelt’s expression darkening as he discovered how his apprentice had behaved.

“I see. That’s unacceptable. Rest assured, I’ll speak with Maplepaw myself.” He said, before turning to head over towards the leaders den.

Now, onto Lilypaw.

Mothleap spotted her apprentice talking to Smolderpaw and Snakepaw. She was talking about something, although Mothleap was too far to hear just exactly what was being said.

She bounded over, wanting to make this quick. “Lilypaw? Can I speak to you alone for a moment?”

Lilypaw grimaced, as if she knew what Mothleap was going to talk to her about. She waved her tail at Smolderpaw, and the young tom led Snakepaw away.

It’s like a medicine cat applying herbs to an open wound. Better to be done quickly. She thought. “Lilypaw, is what Maplepaw said true? Were you really goading her into a fight?”

Lilypaw scoffed. “I wouldn’t describe it like that…” Her words trailed off. “Just… I was just telling her that it was sad that much younger apprentice managed to catch something and she still had nothing. She was the one who escalated it into a fight.”

Mothleap took a moment to gather her thoughts before replying to the young molly. “I understand why you’d feel frustrated with Maplepaw,” She started carefully. “She’s been particularly cruel to you. It’s not fair.”

Mothleap took in another breath “However, it’s not right to try to start arguments needlessly. It caused a big fight- and I doubt any cat will be eating that vole.”

Lilypaw grimaced. “I didn’t mean for it to get that far. I just wanted to show her that I’m strong- and to not mess with me.” she explained.

Mothleap nodded. Briefly, she was brought back to her own apprenticeship. Cloudyrain had been her Maplepaw- though it never got physical like that. Rather, the two would spar verbally. At the time, she remembered being frustrated that her mentor Leopardstream hadn’t taken her concerns about the tom seriously. She didn’t want to make Lilypaw feel the same way. No cat should feel like that.

“That’s understandable.” Mothleap started. “It makes sense that you’d want to protect yourself from further harm. But I don’t think starting fights is the way to go about it.”

Before Lilypaw could get the wrong idea, Mothleap explained “I think a better way is to surround yourself with cats you care about. Don’t be afraid to reach out to me, or your parents. I’d be happy to help you deal with Maplepaw in a rational, mature way.”

Mothleap looked at her apprentice, and tried to gauge how well her advice had gone over. I really hope she feels supported.

But Lilypaw didn’t seem distressed or angered at Mothleap’s words. In fact, she seemed pleasantly surprised. “Really? I didn’t think you’d help…” she said, awkwardly looking away as she trailed off.

“Of course I would! I’ve been in your paws before- not exactly the same, but in a similar situation.” Mothleap said confidently. “We’re not just Clanmates. We’re a team. It’s my job as your mentor to not only help you become a warrior, but to look out for you as well.”

Lilypaw nodded. “Yeah. Yeah that makes sense.” She dipped her head. “Thank you, Mothleap. I promise I’ll talk to you about this stuff more often.”

“I’m happy to help.” She said back. Lilypaw got up, and bounded off across camp to where Smolderpaw and Snakepaw had moved too.

Mothleap let out a contented sigh. At least for now, it seemed that she had done a good job.

Glancing around camp, Mothleap looked for a place to rest. She saw Ravenpounce and Sunspots still speaking to each other- their tones hushed and near frantic. Ravenpounce seemed distressed, his eyes wide and ears pinned back, while his mate Sunspots seemed confident and determined.

Seems serious… and personal. I better leave them alone. The last thing she needed was to easvdrop on the couple.

She trotted to the near opposite side of the camp. As she went, she kept glancing around, looking for some cat she knew. Her mother and sister seemed to be nowhere in the camp, while her father was speaking to Seaheart by the nursery. Thankfully, she couldn’t spot either Goldenstorm or Cloudyrain. The camp itself did seem pretty barren. Most cats are probably out on a patrol…

Mothleap settled herself in a small nook between the elder’s den and one of the ending warriors den. It was shaded, but still warm. She wanted to soak up whatever warmth she could, as leaf-fall would kick into full any day now. She was alone sure, but she was happy. And wasn’t that the most important thing?

Before her thoughts could wander too far, the ending of the warriors den shifted as a cat padded out. It took Mothleap a moment to recognize who the cat was. The scent was familiar, but all too common, and nothing about th cat’s brown tabby pelt stood out in any way. But when the warrior turned to face her, Mothleap immediately recongized those alluring eyes.

Tigereyes! The molly had been named after her unique eyes- one was green and the other was blue. Maybe she wants to… talk? Is that what cats do?

Slowly, Mothleap approached the other cat, as Tigereyes let out a long yawn. “I can’t believe I slept in.” She heard the warrior murmur to herself.

Mothleap cleared her throat. “Good- well, I think it’s sun high by now.” she said, briefly glancing at the sky in order to see where the sun was. Sure enough, it was sun-high.

Tigereyes gaze met her own, and Mothleap could’ve sworn she saw the other molly’s eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, hey there Mothleap! What, uh, are you up too?” Tigereyes asked, her voice cracking awkwardly.

“Well, I was resting. I just got back with Lilypaw after a successful training session.” Mothleap explained, purposefully leaving out the situation with Maplepaw. “But now I’m thinking of going out hunting. I like to spend my time being active. Would you want to join me?”

Tigereyes seemed winded, as if a large badger had knocked her off her feet. “Really? You want me to go hunting with you?” She asked.

Mothleap nodded, but she suddenly felt unsure of herself. Tigereyes was acting a bit strange. Maybe she’s just tired.

“I mean, yeah of course! I’d love to go hunting with you! Let me just.” She stopped suddenly, and glanced around camp. “I need to tell my sister first. You know the lookout system?”

Mothleap agreed with a nod. “Of course.” In all the events that had happened today, she had nearly forgotten about all the horrible things that had afflicted LynxClan in the past few moons.

She tried to remember where Mossheart had said she would be hunting. Was it by the river? Or closer to the Great Rock? She was suddenly embarrassed that she had been so lax in her treatment of this important rule. It’s irresponsible. She chastised herself.

As soon as Tigereyes returned, Mothleap led her out of the camp and into the forest. The wind was blowing harshly from down below, and she couldn’t help but shiver. I better get thicker fur by the time leaf-bare comes around!

Tigereyes seemed unaffected by the chill wind. “Where did you want to hunt?” She asked.

Mothleap glanced towards the common path to the river. So many cats had tread that way that the grass was flattened and thin. “I was thinking we could go by the river. A lot of berries grow by the water, and where there’s berries, there’s prey foraging.”

Tigereyes nodded, and the two warriors headed down the familiar pathway in a comfortable silence. Mothleap had a secret reason she chose the river. She wanted to double check that her sister was down there. It’s not lying, it’s multitasking. No cat could object to killing two mice with one strike.

“So, what made you want to hunt with me?” Tigereyes asked shyly. “Not that I’m complaining! Just… well, we’ve never hung out before.”

“We did battle training as apprentices. You needed help with the leapstrike manuevere, and Leopardstream thought I could help.” Mothleap responded swiftly, focusing more of her attention on the sights and smells of the forest. No sign of Mossheart yet. She thought.

Tigereyes snorted. “Oh yeah, I suppose we did.” She tilted her head to the side. “I didn’t think you’d remember that.” She said softly.

Before Mothleap had the chance to respond, Tigereyes followed with “But I meant as warriors. I don’t think we’ve really spoken spoken… you know?”

Mothleap nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.” She said unsurely. What was Tigereyes trying to imply?

But the other molly didn’t explain any further, choosing instead to pad ahead on the path towards the river. When they finally arrived, Mothleap let out a sigh of relief.

“The water is beautiful, don’t you think?” Tigereyes asked, her unusual gaze fixated on the current. Mothleap looked at the water. It looked about the same as usual.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” She said simply.

As her eyes traced over the vague outlines of rocks in the riverbed, a a dark shadow dashed forward. It looked far too large to be a fish. The shadow seemed to contort and shift, its shape growing larger and larger until it spread over the entire river.

Mothleap stumbled back, eyes wide in shock, as the shadow seemed to morph into a crooked, cracking down the middle like a ravine. Large, jagged lines stood out from either side, the shape looking more like a large sharp toothed mouth.

A low, ominous growl rung in her ears, and Mothleap spun around, trying to pinpoint where the growl originated. It was as if it was everywhere and no where at the same time. She unsheathed her claws and tucked her legs under her, ready to pounce when she located the source of the sound.

“Mothleap?” She heard the voice of Tigereyes call out. Despite the molly formerly being right next to her, her voice sounded far away, like a bird song in the morning.

In the next instant, everything returned back to as it was when she first arrived at the river. The shadow and it’s toothy jaw-like shape was gone, the growl she had heard so clearly was silent. The river had returned to normal, it’s water as calm and still as always.

“Mothleap? Are you okay?” Tigereyes asked. Her voice had returned to be right next to her, and Mothleap could scent her once more. What in all of StarClan was that?!

“Uh, yeah. Sorry- I was just distracted by the river’s beauty.” Mothleap said, trying to sound confident. Based on the worry in Tigereyes’ gaze, she had a feeling she failed.

“You were staring for such a long time- I won’t lie, I was a bit worried.” She said. Mothleap nodded to acknowledge what the molly had said.

“Yes, well, thank you for your concern. Why don’t we see if we can find some prey, that’s why we’re here after all.” Mothleap responded. She turned and walked away from the molly before Tigereyes could respond. A part of her felt bad for leaving the other warrior in such a snippy way, but she needed to be alone for at least a few moments.

So clearly, none of that was real Mothleap thought. If Tigereyes hadn’t seen what had become of the river, then that must mean it was all in her head. She must’ve been daydreaming!

But it felt so real. She had daydreamed before, mostly when she was an apprentice. One time, she’d dreamt of a silly scenario where she and Mossheart grew wings and soared into the sky. But when I did it then, I could never actually feel the wind in my fur.

And besides, why would she dream of something so wretched? A river with a growling, gaping jaw? It was more like a waking nightmare than a day dream she would want to indulge in.

Mothleap was soon pulled from her thoughts when she could pick up the scent of a mouse, and quickly dipped into a crouch. Using her tail she checked the wind, and was glad that she was downwind of the mouse.

As she automatically started to slowly stalk the mouse, her thoughts were quickly brought back to the strange daydream she had experienced. What could have possibly caused her to have such a strange and powerful thought?

Maybe it was a vision from StarClan? She wanted to banish the thought as soon as it came to her. Only medicine cats and the clan leaders got visions from their warrior ancestors, and Mothleap was neither. How dare she put herself above them?

Mothleap stepped on a twig, startling herself and the mouse that was now only a fox-length away. The small creature heard the sound, and bolted, but Mothleap was faster. In a quick dash she had captured the small mouse, killing it with a quick bite to the neck. I need to pick a focus. She thought. I almost lost such a small piece of prey to my wandering thoughts.

“Nice recovery.”

This as a new voice, not Tigereyes calm and soothing voice, nor the deep and growling anger of the voice from her day dream.

She turned, and her eyes lit up with welcome surprise. It was her father, Whitestripe. The tom padded forward, and Mothleap dipped to allow Whitestripe to lick the top of her head affectionately.

She gently placed the mouse down. “Thanks, but it’s pretty scrawny. I think it’ll only feed a kit or two.” She was hoping to find something thicker, it wasn’t leaf-bare yet. “What’re you doing out here, anyway?” She asked.

Before Whitestripe could answer, the shrubbery rustled and Mossheart padded out. She was glad to see her sister once more, but her gaze was troubled and almost haunted.

“We were hunting too.” She said, but her voice was nearly emotionless.

“Caught anything good?” Mothleap asked, though her attention was more on how downtrodden her sister seemed.

Mossheart shook her head. “I’m going to head back. I think I need some sleep.” She said. She quickly padded away from the two cats, her tail between her legs as she scurried.

“Did something happen?” Mothleap asked Whitestripe. She had a dark feeling in the pit of her stomach, but wanted to be sure before she jumped to conclusions.

Whitestripe hesitantly nodded. “Yeah. We went to the river and Mossheart was staring intently at the water. I had to shake her with my paws to get her attention.” His gaze softened. “I think she’s just been distracted recently with all the secret admirer stuff.”

Mothleap sat down, trying to hide her fear and shock at her fathers words. “Maybe you should check on her.” She said, wanting to be alone once more.

As Whitestripe padded away to meet back up with his other daughter, Mothleap knew in her heart that her suspicion was correct. There’s only one way two different cats can have the same reaction to something so innocuous- it must’ve been a vision from StarClan.