Glade of Darkness

[Silktail]

[[Man oh man, I don't know hwere this should go...

:c

There goes the fire alarm <<

Ahem, I present to you, a Fanfic - Glade of Darkness*

*Nothing to do with Gladepaw]]

Silverstream lay in agony as she came into kit bare.
“Smallriver!” She cried, as her silvery stomach rippled, as if it were water. Smallriver and Gempaw raced in with herbs to comfort her.
“You’re doing great Silverstream!” Dapplewish encouraged, with Pearltail. Gempaw nuzzled Silverstreams side.
“Almost there Silverstream.” She mewled. After a few more pushes, one of the kits was out. Gempaw raced over to the kit, and started licking furiously. She watched as Silverstreams mate, Squirrelfur, raced inside from the morning patrol. Gempaw called him over to his kit, and he licked her, carrying her over to her mother’s stomach to suckle. One last push, and the last two kits were out. Squirrelfur raced over to his second kit, picking her up and carrying her to her mother. Silverstream purred as she licked her kits together. Two were like his father, whilst the only female was a perfect image of Silverstream. She purred at her mate.
“Any ideas Squirrelfur?” She purred as she nuzzled Squirrelfur’s leg.
“For the one that looks like you, Polarkit.” Silverstream nodded in approval. “And the two boys…” He looked at them. They were both the same pelt. “Barkkit and… Rustkit.” Silverstream nodded as she nudged her kits towards her belly. They immediately latched on, suckling to their hearts content. A call was heard from outside.
“All cats old enough to catch their own food gather around.” Came Frogstars voice. Squirrelfur nuzzled his mate, and stalked outside. He’d forgotten it was the night of the gathering. He prowled over, and sat by Thistleface. Frogstar sat proudly up on the rock, tail swishing impatiently.
“As tonight is the Gathering, I want Ashclaw, Squirrelfur, Smallriver, Gempaw, Whittledmouse, Thistleface, and all of the apprentices to come tonight.” She nodded as the cats all prowled off, doing what they needed to do before the gathering.

As they set off, a harsh leafbare wind blew, and as they crossed the Stepping Stones, they smelt something.
“Riverclan kits…” Smallriver said, smelling the air. “Quite young ones too.” Smallriver led them to a break in the water; where a large rock was protruding out, the water rushing out over it. Three wheat coloured kits mewled as the water threatened to wash them away any second. Ashclaw, Thunderclans best jumper, leapt over, and grabbed the smallest. He leapt back, and gave the kit to Smallriver, and then returned for another kit. As he leapt over with the second kit, the third kits mewling stopped. He put the kit down, and turned. The kit had been washed downstream. One of the apprentices, Whitepaw, his own son, leapt into the freezing waters, and grabbed the mewling kit. He paddled against the tide, trying his best to keep the kit out of the water. One paw slammed down on the bank, and he leapt out, kit in tow.
“Well done my son.” Ashclaw meowed, as Frogstar bent down and took the kit. Ashclaw, Smallriver and Frogstar carried the kits close to their warm bodies, whilst Chillpaw and Icepaw walked alongside Whitepaw, sharing their warmth with him. As the Fourtrees came into their sight, they saw they were the last to arrive. Thunderclan stalked into the trees, and were met by a gasp from Riverclan.
“My kits!” Pridestar exclaimed, leaping down off of the rock and next to Frogstar. “How did you…? They had gone missing from camp…!” He said. Frogstar placed down the shivering wet kit next to her father’s warm legs. The kit mewled, and squeezed in between them, shivering violently. Smallriver and Ashclaw placed the kits they had been carrying down, and they also rushed over to Pridestar, rubbing into his soft, yellow fur.
“They were on a rock sticking out of the water.” Frogstar exclaimed. “One of them fell in the water, but valiant Whitepaw saved her.” Frogstar purred as the shivering Whitepaw stepped forward.
“Thank you Whitepaw.” Pridestar murmured, licking his shoulder.
“Y-you’re w-w-welcome!” Whitepaw mewed in return. Thunderclan all sat in their place, and Pridestar called three Riverclan over to take care of the kits.
“May we start please?” Flightstar asked impatiently. Butterflygust nodded, stepping forward. A few other cats gasped. Where was Woodstar? Butterflygust gulped, and coughed.
“As you can see, Woodstar is absent from this gathering. Early this morning, he lost his last life, due to Blackcough. After this gathering, I am going to receive my name and nine lives. No other cats have caught Blackcough. Yet.” Butterflygust nodded to Flightstar. He bowed his head in respect for Woodstar, as did many other cats.
“Our clan has been strong since the attack by Windclan, although I am sorry to hear of Woodstars death. He was a valiant leader. Our clan is fine so far; we have a new medicine cat apprentice. She was the kit of a rouge but we took her in as a kit, raising her as our own. Two of our queens have given birth to eight healthy kits. Our prey is doing well too.” Flightstar purred, standing proud. His clan roared in approval, Shiningpaw shying away at the many looks she got. Pridestar coughed, stepping forward.
“My kits had become lost a few hours ago, but Thunderclan found them many fox-lengths from camp, alive, but cold, but Jewelgrasp says they shall be fine. A few days ago, Cloudfur died of Whitecough. He was a valiant warrior, and an amazing deputy, but a better friend. Riverclan grieves for him. Everyone else in the clan is fine and well.” Pridestar mewled, and let Frogstar say what she needed.
“Our clan have three new kits to take care of, and the proud parents are Silverstream and Squirrelfur, and we have six fresh apprentices ready to start their training. All cats are fine except Dribblefur, but his case of cracked paws is being seen to. As for the Gathering, I think it is safe to say we can all go home.” Frogstar nodded. As the three leaders and the leader to be came down, they all licked Butterflygusts shoulder, wishing her luck. As the clans went their separate ways, Pridestar came over to Frogstar.
“Thank you for saving my kits Frogstar.” He said, bowing his head. Frogstar purred.
“It wasn’t me. It was brave Whitepaw and his father Ashclaw, and their quick thinking.” Frogstar smiled. “Starclan are going to make sure your kits are fine.” Frogstar meowed. “I’m sure of it.” She licked his shoulder. “Good seeing you brother.” She whispered. “We better make sure our clans don’t clash, we’ve got kits to take care of.” She smiled, trotting away, catching up with Thunderclan. Pridestar flicked his tail as she left, but did not notice another pair of green eyes watching them through the dark trees.

As the Thunderclan cats walked out of Fourtrees, Frogstar behind them, they saw some of Starclan shift their places as they shot through the sky. Smallriver felt his fur prickle.
“There shall be a war soon…” He shivered, walking ahead of the group. They crossed at the stepping-stones, and ran towards camp, and heard Pearltail’s cries of agony. Gempaw raced into camp first, grabbing herbs for Pearltail, whilst Smallriver raced into the nursery. Gempaw raced back with the herbs, and gave some to Pearltail.
“Smallriver… The kits are so early…” Gempaw said, hanging back as a tom took his breath. Smallriver nodded, and placed the kit by Gempaw. She licked him, and heard him mewl in pain. She continued to lick him, and another kit was born. Dapplewish licked this kit, whilst the last two came out.
“Smallriver… I can’t breath…” Pearltail rasped, her eyes cloudy.
“Come on Pearltail, you’ve got to stay with us for your kits. Come on.” Smallriver nuzzled her, but her shallow breathing stopped, her eyes shut, and her four kits mewled as their mother died. Thistleface raced in, to see his mate dead. He roared in grief, and Frogstar comforted him.
“You have 4 healthy, but young kits Thistleface… Pearltail did not die for nothing…” She mewed. Thistleface nodded, rubbing his eyes. He looked at his four kits as they nuzzled next to Silverstream.
“Will they be a burden?” He asked nervously to Silverstream. She shook her head.
“I will tell them of their mother the moment they can understand… For now you need to name them Thistleface.” Silverstream said, bowing her head for Pearltail. Thistleface nodded again, and looked at his kits.
“For the one who looks like Pearltail… Pearlkit. The other two females are Moonkit and Sunkit, whereas my son shall be Stormkit…” Thistleface said almost to himself. Dapplewish licked his shoulder comfortingly.
“Do not grieve for her forever… She would not want that. She would want you to raise your kits to be aware of who she was, and possibly find a new mate…” Dapplewish said, nuzzling Thistleface. He nodded slowly.
“I might… But it shall be a while before I get over me missing Pearltail give birth…”
“Let there be a meeting for every cat in the clan…” Frogstar called from her rock. Silverstream stayed at the entrance to the nursery, keeping an eye on the kits. Frogstar cleared her throat. “Tonight, we were blessed with seven lives, yet we lost a valiant warrior, Pearltail.” Frogstar bowed her head. “Pearltail was a strong young queen, and helped drive away Windclan even whilst she was pregnant. Pearltail shall be sorely missed, but to sustain these seven lives we must double hunting efforts to sustain Silverstream and her own kits, as well as the four she is currently taking care of.” Frogstar nodded. “We all need to stay strong for Thistleface too. Go back to your duties, and try not to eat all the food pile, even if you are a little hungry, refrain yourself.” Frogstar turned around, and the other cats went back to what they had been doing.

Reddrop and Squirrelfur looked after the kits whilst Thistleface, Silverstream, Dapplewish, Gempaw and Smallriver took Pearltail’s body to the riverbank where Thistleface had declared his love for her. Thistleface and Smallriver dug a hole while Gempaw, Silverstream and Dapplewish went looking for flowers to bury with her.
“The hole is done.” Smallriver called out to the three she-cats as they prowled back with flowers. They lay Pearltail’s body into the hole, and placed the flowers and berries around her, then moved the soul over her. They stayed silent for a moment, and then walked back to camp, heads hung low.
When they walked back into camp, Dapplewish and Silverstream walked back into the nursery, followed by Thistleface. Smallriver shook his head.
“She was so young…” He sighed, walking into his den with Gempaw. Gempaw looked over, and closed her eyes. “Gempaw, come here…” Gempaw raised her ears, and raced into the Medicine Cat den.
“Yes Smallriver?” She asked eagerly.
“It is the night of the half moon in a week. I am taking you to the medicine cat meeting, it is time you were made a true Medicine Cat.” Smallriver said. “I am old, and I find it hard doing my job… I need you to take my place. And in one week you are 20 moons, correct?”
“Yes Smallriver…” Gempaw bubbled.
“That is old enough… It is time for me to pass over to the next life. But I shall always be with you in your dreams Gempaw, do not forget that.” Smallriver licked Gempaw’s shoulder, and she sniffled a little.
“I will not fail you Smallriver…”

EPISODE 1: At the beginning of the story, Silktail gave birth to three healthy kits. As our Thunderclanners made their way to the Four Trees, they rescued three Riverclan kits. The kits were given back to their father, Pridestar, and when the meeting was over, the cats went back to camp, and stumbled upon Pearltail, giving birth to her kits a moon early. Pearltail successfully had four kits, put died. Silverstream is taking care of her fours kits, and now, well, we don’t know yet…

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THUNDERCLAN

LEADER: Frogstar, she-cat, green eyes, dappled black brown and white pelt. AGE: 30 moons. LIVES LEFT: 7
DEPUTY: Ashclaw, Tom, Brown eyes, black pelt. AGE: 30 moons. MATE: Dapplewish.
MEDICINE CAT: Patiencestep, she-cat, amazing amber eyes, lovely red coat. AGE: 23 moons. MATE: Orangefur [Medi X Medi ;o]
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: NONE
WARRIORS:
Amberpelt, she-cat, deep brown eyes, amber coat with brown stripes. AGE: 19 moons. MATE: None.
Thistleface, Tom, Green eyes, bark brown pelt with a green tinge, tail poof out at end. AGE: 25 moons. MATE: Pearltail [dead]
Squirrelfur, Tom, red-ish eyes, and deep red coat with fluffy squirrel like tail and tufts on ears. AGE: 20 moons. MATE: Silverstream.
Reddrop, She-cat, amber eyes, dark brown pelt with lighter brown stripes. AGE: 23 moons. MATE: Whittledmouse.
Whittledmouse, Tom, orange eyes, mousey brown fur, AGE: 26 moons. MATE: Reddrop.
QUEENS:
Silverstream, she-cat, blue eyes, silver fur, AGE: 19 moons MATE: Squirrelfur
Dapplewish, she-cat, brown eyes, chocolate brown fur with white blotches. AGE: 22 moons MATE: Ashclaw
APPRENTICES:
Hollypaw, she-cat, orange eyes, deep brown fur. AGE: 8 moons, PARENTS: Reddrop and Whittledmouse. MENTOR: Ashclaw
Mousepaw, Tom, Amber eyes, mousey brown fur with lighter brown stripes. AGE: 8 moons. PARENTS: Reddrop and Whittledmouse. MENTOR: Thistleface.
Whitepaw, tom, pearl green eyes, black pelt, AGE: 8 moons PARENTS: Dapplewish and Ashclaw MENTOR: Thistleface
Smallpaw, tom, Identical to father AGE: 8 moons PARENTS: Dapplewish and Ashclaw MENTOR: Frogstar
Icepaw, tom, identical to mother AGE: 8 moons PARENTS: Dapplewish and Ashclaw MENTOR: Whittledmouse
Chillpaw, she-cat, Brown eyes pearl fur AGE: 8 moons PARENTS: Dapplewish and Ashclaw MENTOR: Reddrop
ELDERS: Joyear, Dribblefur, Rashfeet, Flowerflight.
KITS:
DAPPLEWISH: 2 kits, unborn, two she-cats.
SILVERSTREAM: 3 kits, two toms; Rustkit and Barkkit and one she-cat; Polarkit
PEARLTAIL [dead]: 4 kits, she cats: 2 pearl eyes, brown pelt: Moonkit, Sunkit, 1 mother clone: Pearlkit, tom: 1 father clone: Stormkit, Surrogate mother is Silverstream.
DEAD CATS:
Pearltail, She-cat, 18 moons, pearly fur, green pearl eyes.
Smallriver, Tom, 62 moons, deep blue eyes, deep blue pelt ‘dripped’ with white.
Coldeyes, Tom, 37 moons, father of Patiencestep
Hollyfeather, She-cat, 32 moons, mother of Patiencestep

RIVERCLAN

LEADER: Pridestar, Tom, yellow fur, brown eyes, AGE: 30 moons, MATE: Honeyfur. LIVES LEFT: 6
DEPUTY: Jaspertail, tom, MATE: Ebonyriver AGE: 29 moons, Black fur black eyes.
MEDICINE CAT: Jewelgrasp, tom, green eyes, brown pelt, AGE: 21 moons.
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: NONE
WARRIORS:
Flowstream, tom, MATE: Grapedew, AGE: 25 moons, Blue eyes black fur.
Skycloud, tom, MATE: Whiteear AGE: 21 moons, white fur, sky blue eyes.
Grapedew, she-cat, MATE: Flowstream, AGE: 20 moons, green eyes deep blue fur
Ebonyriver, she-cat, MATE: Jaspertail, AGE: 25 moons, ebony eyes and ebony fur
QUEENS:
Daisysky, she-cat, MATE: Old Deputy, AGE: 22 moons, white fur yellow eyes.
Honeyfur, she-cat, MATE: Pridestar, AGE: 26 moons, honey fur honey eyes.
Whiteear, she-cat, MATE: Skycloud, AGE: 18 moons, black fur with white ear tips, grey eyes
Cloudwind, she-cat, MATE: Greenfall AGE: 13 moons, white fur, blue eyes.
Greenfall, tom, MATE: Cloudwind AGE: 14 moons, green eyes, black fur,
APPRENTICES:
PARENTS: Kittypets, MENTOR: Jaspertail
ELDERS: Mellowdew, Silverfur, Snakeeyes, Blackpelt.
KITS:
DAISYSKY: 6 kits, coming soon, 3 of each.
HONEYFUR: 3 kits, two she-cats one tom, born, she-cats; Lionkit and Sunkit, tom is Beekit.


WINDCLAN

LEADER: Butterflystar, she-cat, black fur, white butterfly shape on head, amber eyes
DEPUTY: Firetree, tom, mate; none, orange fur, red eyes
MEDICINE CAT: Orangefur, orange fur, green eyes 27 moons, tom, MATE: Patiencestep [Medi X Medi ;o]
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: Cinderpaw, grey fur, grey eyes, she-cat
WARRIORS:
Waterghost, she-cat, mate; none, blue eyes, dark blue fur
Deerpelt, she-cat, mate; none, deer brown pelt, grey eyes
Ambereyes, She-cat, amber eyes, white fur
Greyfeet, Tom, grey eyes, grey feet and white body
QUEENS:
Mellowpelt, she-cat, mate is unknown, yellowy fur, yellow eyes
APPRENTICES:
Ashenpaw, tom, mentor; Firetree, ash fur, blue eyes
Pinepaw, tom, mentor Waterghost, pine bark fur, green eyes
ELDERS: Oakfur, Hollyfang, Dewpelt
KITS:
MELLOWPELT: To be born, 3 kits, two toms one she-cat.



SHADOWCLAN

LEADER: Flightstar, tom, mate; Blueeyes LIVES LEFT: 9, white fur, grey eyes
DEPUTY: Oaktree, Tom, mate; Hollydew, oak fur, brown eyes
MEDICINE CAT: Gingerfang, tom, ginger fur, blue eyes
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: Shiningpaw, she-cat, very dark green fur, almost white grey eyes
WARRIORS:
Eastfur, tom, black fur, blue eyes
Westwind, tom, white fur, red eyes
Wetclaw, tom, mate: Dryweed, blue fur, grey eyes
Silvertongue, she-cat, silver fur, grey eyes
QUEENS:
Dryweed, mate; Wetclaw, dark yellow fur, yellow eyes
Blueeyes, mate; Flightstar, blue eyes, blue fur
Hollydew, mate; Oaktree, red eyes, ginger fur
APPRENTICES:
Windpaw, mentor Eastfur, tom, white fur, green eyes
Flitterpaw, mentor Westwind, she-cat, black and grey fur, grey eyes
ELDERS: Yellowear, Whitefang, Deepfur
KITS:
DryweedXWetclaw, three kits, all toms, Greenkit, Smallkit and Wingedkit
BlueeyesXFlightstar, five kits, all she-cats, Skykit, Cloudkit, Lagoonkit, Dapplekit and Sunkit.

Yus.

This is mainly based around clans Thunder and River, hence why they have more info.]]

[Silktail]

[[No comment?

Oh come on, it took me forever to write this D:]]

[Twilight]

I like it!

[Silktail]

y thank you

I'll update when I get on my upstairs computer ;D

[Silktail]

UPDATE



A week later, Smallriver took Gempaw to the Medicine cat meeting place. She was scared. What if she were to fail? She shook the thought off, and the two cats sat at the meeting point.
A few minutes later, Jewelgrasp, accompanied by Orangefur and Cinderpaw arrived. The five cats stood around, exchanging news, until Gingerfang and Shiningpaw arrived. The seven cats silently made their way to the Highstones, to speak with Starclan.
“Gempaw is becoming a medicine cat tonight.” Smallriver said. Gingerfang looked at Smallriver.
“You shall be sorely missed. Am I correct in saying you are one of the few cats who can remember when the war was so bad?” Gingerfang asked. Smallriver nodded, and they walked into the tunnel, the light of the Moonstone guiding them. When they reached the Moonstone, they all laid down beside it, falling asleep one by one. Gempaw was the last awake.
‘Oh Smallriver… I am not going to fail you… I promise!’ Gempaw thought, lying down to sleep.

Gempaw raced through the trees, feeling her paws lift off of the ground. She was running to Starclan, where her mother greeted her.
“Hello mother!” Gempaw smiled, nuzzling her. Hollyfeather nuzzled her back, smiling too. Her father walked into the clearing next to her.
“Gempaw… We have some serious news.” Coldeyes said. Gempaw nodded, following her father. She saw Pearltail ahead of her. She bounded over, head hung low.
“Pearltail… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” She cried. Pearltail shook her head.
“Just take care of Thistleface… And my kits.” She said, licking her shoulder. Gempaw nodded.
“Come kit, we are not finished yet.” Coldeyes said, as Gempaw said her goodbye, racing after her father. She saw all of the descendants of her, all the original Medicine cats, all the Leaders, until she came to the very first Thunderclan. Gempaw bowed her head in respect to Owlstar, Knottedstar and Weedface
“What is the news?” She asked softly. Weedface stepped forward.
“Gempaw. Tonight you are to receive you medicine cat name. We also bare terrible news.” Weedface sighed. “Gempaw. In front of all you ancestors, I hereby give you your medicine cat name. From here on, you shall be known as Patiencestep. I hope, Patiencestep, that your time as Thunderclan medicine cat shall be full of good hope, and may no cat harm her.” Weedface said, as the other Medicine cats roared in approval.
“Now, Patiencestep, the news we bare.” Knottedstar stepped forward. “A new clan. Not Skyclan, not Bloodclan, not even Fireclan. A new clan. No, kit, not Legacyclan either. This clan is called Earthclan, from the very earth themselves. I sense a war. Earthclan are a group of four clans from another area; Earthclan, Flameclan, Lightningclan and Waterclan. They all joined forces to find a new territory, seeing as theirs has been taken by twolegs. Watch out, warn all the clans.” Patiencestep nodded, and felt herself being pulled back.
“No!” She cried. “Starclan! Tell me more!”
“We are sending a kit… The kit that is our salvation…”

[Twilight]

Owowowowowowowowowow!!!!! *loves*

[Silktail]

: D

Twilly, as you are our loyal reader, would you like to name our kit?

[Twilight]

Sure! Hmm....... *racks brain*

Freekit
Salvationkit
Earthkit
Elementkit
Independentkit XD
Serenitykit

Um... Pick from that list please. XD

[Silktail]

Hmm...

Why couldn't you think of simple names like Blackkit xD

I like... Elementkit. But a leader wouldn't call a kit that xD

Elementkit it is!

[Twilight]

Woohoo!!!!!

[Silktail]

Patiencestep cried out when she awoke.
“The kit!” She gasped, leaping up almost immediately after waking up. Her amber eyes swivelled over to Smallrivers still body. She bit her tongue; he had gone to Starclan now, and had left her to her fate. The other medicine cats stirred, and looked at Smallriver.
“When our medicine cat died before her time, Smallriver taught me all I know…” Gingerfang bowed his head in respect, along with the other cats.
“We should bury him.” Patiencestep said, and the other cats nodded in agreement. So, they carried his body outside, and placed it back unto the Earth from which all cats are born. Patiencestep let out a small sob as the other cats left to their own territories, and she walked home to Thunderclan, with grave news upon her already heavy shoulders.
She walked through the nettle bush, and everyone welcomed her happily, but they soon saw she was sad: very sad, so left her alone. Frogstar called a meeting a few hours later, and Patiencestep addressed the clan.
“Thunderclanners, dearest Smallriver joined Starclan this night, and Starclan have given upon to me a new name and prophecy.” Patiencestep said. “My medicine cat name is Patiencestep; for Starclan told me I shall need all my patience to make it through a war that is over the horizon, and a kit. A kit that is our salvation.” Patiencestep said. “And I want you to watch out for any lost, or alone kits, or any by the description of eyes of water, claws of thunder, fur of wind, and the strength of shadows.” A wave murmured through the cats.
“That makes no sense!” Amberpelt mewed. Patiencestep nodded.
“I know, but this is Starclan we’re dealing with. The kit’s name is Elementkit I guess…” Patiencestep stared at the floor. “It was not of either Pearltail’s or Silverstream’s kits… So it is either of Dapplewish’s litter, or of another litter all together…” Patiencestep said. Another murmur ran through the cats.
“So, we already have seven kits, do we need more?” Squirrelfur asked Patiencestep.
“Do you want an all out war between our clans and the clans of Elementclan?!” She hissed. “This kit shall lead the clans: OUR clans, to victory against these… These intruders!” Patiencestep roared. “Do you want to die? I am so sorry, would you rather be in my position Squirrelfur? I already had such a burden upon my shoulders when I gave the news of Smallriver’s death, do you wish for it instead?” She hissed again, eyes narrowing. Squirrelfur moved to the back of the group, and Patiencestep closed her eyes, praying to Starclan the kit would come soon.

I breathed in the cold, crisp air of the new morning. The sun bore brightly upon my fur of wind, and I peered from my eyes of water, my claws of thunder smousedunging at the ground softly. My strength of shadows sure better help me now, if I was going to live today. I was so hungry, and Starpelt no longer accompanied me, which was strange; he always used to watch over me.
I sighed, my perfect blue eyes peering out at the grey streak across the land. I was just a kit, but I had remembered something from my mother. The grey stripe was bad – VERY bad – and the things that zoomed upon it on round things like berries were Monsters, and their look could kill any cat!
I gulped – but it was there my heart told me to go, cross the grey stripe to reach… Who was it? Pat… Ience… Steps? My head throbbed with the information Starpelt had told me; I could hardly remember my own name. Not that it was useful, the cats in these ‘clan’ things were dangerous, and would kill any cat that trespassed upon its territory. Her father said they were as high as mountains, and as fast as any monster that raced upon the grey stripe, and of the tall-walkers, and the small-tall-walkers, and there cubes of red, and white, and sometimes even grey.
I licked my fur as I watched the four trees in the center of the territory, that seemed like a good place to stay, to be safe, and away from the clans. Maybe it was neutral territory; maybe I could seek shelter in a cube of redness, or whiteness or greyness.

Patiencestep woke up on that rather chilly morning. She toddled to the queen’s den to check on the four, no, seven, kits and their mother/part surrogate mother Silverstream.
“Good morning Silverstream.” Patiencestep smiled., as she brought in a rabbit for her, and a magpie for Dapplewish. She plodded over to Dapplewish, checking her kits were all right.
“How are they doing?” Silverstream called over from her corner.
“Wonderfully, they’re not due for a few more moons yet, so we don’t have to worry about so many kits at one time.” Patiencestep smiled broadly. Silverstream nodded.
“Patiencestep, I want you to check up on Sunkit, Moonkit, and Pearlkit, oh and Stormkit, to check them for anything that may have caused their mother’s death.” Silverstream said. “Stormkit doesn’t suckle much – it seems he misses his mother already.” Silverstream said, and Patiencestep nodded.
“Okay.” She picked up Sunkit, who mewled in defiance as she moved through the air, twisting around. Patiencestep checked the kits ears, and gently pried open her dainty mouth. “She’s fine.” She did the same for Moonkit, same result, and the same was to be said for Pearlkit, but Stormkit had a case of kittencough. “Seems he didn’t want it to be spread to his sisters.” She nodded, going out and bringing some cures for it. She opened Stormkit’s mouth, and gently pushed the leaves in. Stormkit mewled in defiance, almost spitting it out.
“Come on Polarkit, darling, eat that for Silverstream, it’ll make you feel all better.” Silverstream purred, and Stormkit reluctantly swallowed the vile leaves. He started coughing, and Silverstream picked him up, and placed him beside his three sisters, and two surrogate brothers and one surrogate sister, and he started suckling next to the six of them, soon suckling away happily. Patiencestep smiled, prowling back to her den.
“All cat’s old enough to hunt their own food gather.” Frogstar called. All the cats prowled around: tonight was the gathering, Patiencestep had been so worked up she’d forgotten. She sighed, prowling over.
“Tonight is the gathering as you all know. Today I wish for Patiencestep, all the warriors except for Ashclaw, and Chillpaw and Whitepaw.” Frogstar said. “The rest shall stay to guard the camp. As Patiencestep said, there is a war upon the horizon.”

I snuggled into a pile of leaves I had gathered, and watched the blinking blackness stare back at me. Starpelt had told me he was from up there in the sky, with many, many, many a cat from the very beginning of time. I stared in awe, then, I heard a rustling. I leapt up, ready to strike. I strange scent flared in my nostrils. Water, rushing water, fish, and fur.
It was a cat. I let myself relax, but I realised it was too late. A cat a little bigger than me leapt on me, hissing and spitting. A large cat, which smelled of many lives, told him to get off me.
I cowered under his gaze, and he looked me up and down, inspecting my every aspect. I was shivering, and I saw more cats behind him, and I heard more rustling. Marshy smell entered my nostrils, followed by a smell of Wind. Then, the most defining smell was the smell of Pines and Brambles. Four large cats, all smelling of lives, surrounded me. I gulped under their gaze.
“H-hello!” I managed to say. The yellow leader of water looked at me.
“Young kit, what are you doing in the Fourtrees?” He asked me. I looked at him.
“I have walked from the White Tops, down the Dip Downs, and across the Grey Stripe. I have walked the places of many, and met cats that are no longer amongst the living. I have walked the place of No Sleep, and I have no rightful name.” I nodded, and my eyes fell upon a cat with a lovely red coat, and amber eyes. She looked like my mother. I ignored my elder’s blabbering, and toddled over to her.
“Hello there young on-!” She started, but she was cut off. “Elementkit…” She said, eyes widening. Another orange cat prowled over.
“Patiencestep, I have heard Shadowclan discussing. They want this kit. We need to hide her and keep her safe.” He said to her. She nodded.
“Come kit, I must take you where they cannot see you, where they are not allowed to harm you.” The she-cat whispered. I nodded, and she picked me up.
“Orangefur, where are you going?” A to-be asked. She was grey, and looked like a strong cat.
“Cinderpaw, I need you to cover for me. Tell them that the kit ran off, and Patiencestep and I are following her, ok?” The one named Orangefur said. Cinderpaw nodded, and raced off.
“Come on.” The she-cats voice was in my ears, but I did guess that was because I was hanging from her mouth.

Patiencestep and Orangefur raced over the moors of Windclan. They reached a hollow by the boarder of the two-legs.
“Is this where the tall-walkers live?” The kit asked. Orangefur nodded. He looked over at Patiencestep, and felt a sudden urge to do what is wrong within Medicine Cats. He would not be stripped of his position, but Patiencestep would.
“Patiencestep…” He said. “I… I have… A feeling… For you… A few feelings actually.” Orangefur said sheepishly. Patiencestep turned around, purring.
“I have feelings for you too Orangefur, but once we get Elementkit to safety, we can begin our mating process… Or is it a little soon?” She purred, smiling. Elementkit said something under her breath, but neither Patiencestep nor Orangefur heard it; they were transfixed on each other’s eyes. Orangefur felt a shiver go up his spine, so he stopped.
“This way.” He said, leading them down a burrow. “This used to belong to a badger, but the twolegs drove them off.” Orangefur said. “Bring Elementkit in here.” He indicated to a room to the left, with a plank of wood in the way. He moved the plank, and Patiencestep placed Elementkit there.
“Stay here, if you hear any other cats apart from us, make no noise, okay?” She smiled, and licked the kits ear. Elementkit nodded, smiling. Orangefur moved the plank back over the door.
“If you get hungry, there is some food in there too.” Orangefur called, before turning to Patiencestep. She grinned at him flirtatiously, and he stalked over. “You sure you wanted to do this? You could be kicked out of your clan.”
“I don’t care.” Patiencestep said. “I’m here to prevent a war, not stay in my clan and play medicine cat for the rest of my life.” She smiled, drinking in Orangefur’s scent. “I love you Orangefur, I want to bear your kits!”

Gempaw raced ahead of Orangepaw, grinning. She playfully threw some mud at him, and the two young kits played as their mentors walked behind them.
“Smallriver.” Willowpad said as she walked alongside him. “Should I tell them?”
“Tell them what?” Smallriver asked.
“That… Mating between medicine cats, or even mating, is against our rules?” Willowpad sighed. “I know, don’t say ‘You hypocrite’, I know, I bore kits… But… They all died… All bar one… Orangepaw… And… You know… The father… Was…Is… Silverstar…” Willowpad said. “And that is what makes it worse… He knows full well I was not allowed kits…”
“I know, but it was not your fault Willowpad…” Smallriver replied.
“I know… but I just can’t help feeling, maybe I could have stopped it. Maybe I could have refused… But I love Silverstar… I don’t care if Starclan strips me of my rank… I just want Silverstar to be mine… But he has a mate… A mate in your clan.” Willowpad sighed.
“Really?” Smallriver asked.
“Yes. He told me he no longer wants me.” Willowpad sighed again.

[Sorry if it's too much to read. I got really bored the other day and ended up writing 3 whole pages xD]