SunClan/Roleplay/Archive 1

"Follow me!" Firepoppy yowled from far below Burnfeather. The reddish tom leaned over the rock face, crouching low so the wind wouldn't blow him off his paws. At the bottom sitting in the sand was his golden brown sister, staring up at him with a twitching tail. "Firepoppy, this is a horrible idea. You know I can't climb that well, and Palmpaw is barely an apprentice, and she's not even our apprentice!" Beside him, he heard Palmpaw snort about being called barely an apprentice, which was cut off as a gust of wind brought sand in her face.

Sneezing, Palmpaw leaped to her paws and glared defiantly at Burnfeather. "I'm an apprentice now! Who cares if its only been a few days? I'm ready, I'm strong, I can do it!" she turned to look down at Firepoppy below. "I'll see you soon, Firepoppy!" she howled, cheerfully leaping off the edge of the rock and landing on the one below. "That's the spirit, Palmpaw! Feel the rock scrape your pads! Doesn't it feel awesome? And the wind threatening to blow you off the ledge!" Firepoppy yowled encouragement while Burnfeather stayed at the top, watching with a cross between an annoyed and troubled face. *Firepoppy, not again! Remember what happened last time?*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:48, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Songpool raced sat in camp, licking her ruffled fur. She had nothing better to do. "It's just sad, this Clan can't even have an adventure, as it's to boring," she meowed to nobody in particular. She just wanted to cause trouble. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

(does anyone have someone to mentor palmpaw?) "Look, I'm doing it, I'm almost down!" Palmpaw boasted, giving Burnfeather an I-told-you-so glare from below. Burnfeather kept his usual frown on his face as he observed silently, praying for the apprentice to make it down safely. *What will her mentor say if she gets hurt?* Palmpaw crouched ready to take a leap to the next rock, when a strong gust of wind blew hard into her, knocking her off her paws and sailing off the rockface. "Palmpaw!" both warriors screeched as the apprentice slammed onto the few rocks that covered the ground below, and there was a sickening crack. The last thing Palmpaw felt was horrible pain in her leg before black spots covered her sight and everything vanished. Burnfeather watched helplessly as Firepoppy hurried toward the young molly. "She's hurt! Get help!" she yowled, eyes shocked. No need to tell him twice, Burnfeather was already racing through the sand towards camp.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:29, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Songpool was laying in the camp when suddenly she saw Burnfeather. *He's probably just mooning over something that doesn't need to be a big deal,* she thought. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Bursting into camp and wiping sand from his face, Burnfeather yowled with frantic eyes, "Someone help! Palmpaw is hurt! She fell off the rockface!"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:36, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Songpool rolled her eyes. "What do you think I am? A medicine cat?" She sighed.

"I'll come anyway, since I obviously need to tell you that it's probably just a sprain or somethin'." She sighed, heaving herself to her paws, and padding after Burnfeather. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

"I don't think it's a sprain, there was a loud cracking sound when she landed, and she's unconscious!" Burnfeather told Songpool in a rush, a shudder passing down his spin at the memory of the sound and sight. "I shouldn't have let Firepoppy take her down there, she's a new apprentice and now she's already hurt. I should've tried to stop it," he murmured mournfully as he speedwalked. *It's my fault Palmpaw's hurt!*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:43, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

(@Patch you know I'm the med cat right) "Someone help! Palmpaw is hurt...!" Snowleaf quickly ran back into her den, dropping the herbs she just picked. *I'll organize it later*. She grabbed another batch of herbs in her mouth and set out. When she got to Palmpaw, she saw her unconscious body on the gorund. "What's going on here? And why didn't you come to get me sooner?" She asked, her voice clear and stern. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:01, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

(ye i know) Burnfeather and Songpool had walked on and reached the apprentice. The reddish toms ears flattened defensively. "I went to get help!" pushing that aside, he leaned over the apprentice. "Is she hurt really bad?" Firepoppy sat quietly to the side.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:25, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

"Please answer my questions," said Snowleaf, trying to keep her patience. "Anyway, she's looks bad(if that's okay with you), but she should wake up in a few sunhighs. We'll see how she feels after that." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:31, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

(yeah, she broke her leg on the rocks) "It's my fault for what happened," Firepoppy meowed, stepping forward. "I pushed her into coming down the rocks, a gust of wind blew her off. She landed and... well, you know everything from there." Burnfeather winced at his sisters words. But both of them were relieved to hear Palmpaw would at least wake up.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:34, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf didn't know really what to say to Firepoppy without having it come out mean. She wanted to tell her that she really shouldn't have put Palmpaw on the rocks but the only way of saying it she thought was a bit rude because she's already pushing pressure on herself, so why add more pressure? So she ignored Firepoppy's explanation and went on. "I'll carry her to my den." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:38, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm was carefully placing her caught prey on the fresh-kill pile, but a cry alerted her to three figures coming in to camp, and heading straight for the medicine den. "Hey! Is that my apprentice?" The auburn she-cat flew towards the den, knocking some other cats over, and panting as she peered inside. "Palmpaw!" she cried. "My apprentice! What happened?" She glared at the assembled cats, and her eyes passed over Firepoppy and Burnfeather. "Firepoppy . . ." she growled, sliding out her sharpened claws. "Tell me. Now!" forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 23:43, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy's heart dropped when she saw Wolfstorm. She wanted to say something funny and sarcastic but now at a time like this wasn't right. At least she had the sense to know that. "Look, Wolfstorm... so uh, Palmpaw begged me to take her -" she cut off when Burnfeather shoved her. With a sigh, Firepoppy admitted, "Okay, okay... I pushed Palmpaw into going down the rocks. A gust of wind blew her off and she... well she got hurt."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:48, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

"Like I told the others, she's going to wake in a few days and we'll see how she feels then so we can take the stuff from there," said Snowleaf. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:50, August 28, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm tried very hard not to leap at Firepoppy. *At least contact* me *when you take her StarClan knows where!* She took a step forward towards the golden-brown tabby. "How dare *you*! You dare take my apprentice out to the rockface? You dare train her without me?! I'll make sure the leader hears about this!" With that, she stormed out, her mind cleared of anything else except getting Firepoppy in trouble. That she-cat was no good anyways. One step in the wrong direction and the warrior would find out she had no fur left. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:01, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy snorted, anger burning her pelt. She wanted to argue with Wolfstorm, oh man did she, but Wolfstorm was already gone by the time she could think of some good comments. "Looks like I'm in trouble *again,"* she puffed, turning to Burnfeather. "You need to listen to me when I advise you! Palmpaw would be safe and you wouldn't have stepped on Wolfstorm's tail." Firepoppy scowled at this. "Look, I can try talking to Wolfstorm, maybe your punishment won't be that horrible if I do," Burnfeather mewed when he suddenly felt a wave of sympathy for his sister. "I don't want her to rip your pelt off, but that'd be nice of you to try," Firepoppy replied glumly. Burnfeather nodded and with that, padded after Wolfstorm. He wondered if he should wait for her to cool down... but oh well, too late. "Hey, Wolfstorm," he called, pausing to gather words.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:09, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm whipped around to see Burnfeather, the more sensible one of the two. "What do you want?" she muttered, her heart softening a little. "Is this about Firepoppy and Palmpaw?" She glared at the leader's den. "Because I'm talking to our leader, no matter what." She stalked over the den. "You know, Firepoppy's a bad influence on my apprentice. Can you keep her away from Palmpaw?" Her face felt hot, and her voice rose. "Remember when Palmpaw fell in the lake? Or when they ended up as captives in SoulClan? (pause is this okay for the background Patch?) Do you *remember?* I don't want Firepoppy near Palmpaw. Ever. Excuse me, but I need to see our leader." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:19, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

(sure its cool) Burnfeather followed her, listening to the cold harsh truth he was aware of, but it hurt hearing it in the open. "I know Firepoppy is a horrible influence, I do. But I think she's learned her lession this time, I know she should have before, but I think she really does feel bad about this." *She looked so shocked and in pain at the sight of Palmpaw...* He trailed off, thinking he wasn't explaining very well. If his sister got punished, then so would he. "If Firepoppy will be punished, then so will I," he meowed, guilt flooding over him once more. "I knew how reckless Firepoppy was, and I watched and did nothing as Palmpaw went after her. I should have done something, I could've stopped it... but I didn't... its just as much my fault as it is Firepoppy's," he stopped to take a breath. "Wolfstorm, I'm so sorry."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:52, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight watched ruefully from thhe nursery, jealously washing over her. *Oh Speckleflame, I wish you were here...* She licked her paw and ran it over her ears, closing her eyes.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:37, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw sat patiently in the medicine cat den, thinkinig hard. *Is this comfrey, no, it's gotta be burdock root... No! It* has *to be borage...*

"Oh I don't know! I just don't know!" She burst out, exasperated. "I can't do this! Honestly, being a warrior would be easier!" Hawkpaw scratched at the ground with her sharp claws, eyes narrowed, trying to fight back upset tears. *I honestly think this is too hard...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:44, August 29, 2017 (UTC)*

"Calm down, Hawkpaw," said Snowleaf dragged in Palmpaw. "Almost every medicine cat apprentice has the same problem too. You'll get it one day. Just believe in yourself, and you'll be there before you know it." (guys should we timeskip until Palmpaw wakes up) ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:34, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

(i'm inbetween; what does everyone else think? and we can have Burn and Mist interact a bit, just to see if they'll work. i don't really think i want him to already be mates with someone) Firepoppy still sat by the medicine den, watching as Snowleaf dragged the limp body of Palmpaw into her den. She shook her head ruefully as grief and anger stabbed her heart. *I shouldn't have done this. If any cat was truly meant to fall, it should have been me. I should have learned since that time Palmpaw blinded herself!* She caught sight of her brother and Wolfstorm talking out of the corner of her eye, but little hope flared in her. *Why did I let him, because what's the point? My leg should be broken and head banged on rocks for what I did.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:31, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

(okay) Snowleaf stared at Palmpaw for a moment. "I think it's time we can apply some herbs. Hawkpaw, please make a poultice out of comfrey root," she ordered. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:48, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Rising to her paws, Firepoppy silently left camp. She wanted some time to herself. *Okay, I admit, I should have talked to Wolfstorm before taking Palmpaw out anyway. She* is *her mentor, afterall.* The golden brown tabby's steps flattered. *Wow, I would not be a good mentor. I think that's sad but funny, but mostly sad.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:00, August 29, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw got to her paws and started searching the herb stocks for comfrey. *Oh no I don't remember...* She stopped in front of one of the clefts in the wall where some tangy scented herbs were. *Gosh I hope this is confrey...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:56, August 29, 2017 (UTC)*

Mistflight hopped to her paws and struggled out of the den, her heavily expecting belly slowing her down. She used to be swift, but not since she was expectant with Speckleflame's kits.She bounded over to where Wolfstorm and Burnfeather were discussing heatedly about Palmpaw's accident. Mistflight winced inwardly. *Palmpaw is my kit and I let her get hurt!*

"Burnfeather, Wolfstorm," she greeted politely, keeping her gaze firmly away from Burnfeather, who was shuffling his paws awkwardly by the sound of it.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:01, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

(we really need a leader soon so I can call him/her by name) Wolfstorm impatiently scraped the ground in front with her paws, then heard paw steps behind her. She smelled a familiar scent, but didn't recognize it until she turned around. "Mistflight!" she mewed cheerfully. Seeing the queen's troubled face her own face soured a bit. "Um, is this about your daughter? Because I'm going to talk to our leader . . . and see if he'll give Firepoppy a little something." She shuffled her paws awkwardly. *Oh no. Mistflight is one of my friends, but will she get mad at me?* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:22, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

(anyone is welcome to request the leader, soo anyone up for it? also, i said i'm not sure if i want burnfeather to have a mate yet, i could make a tom for her though, and palmpaw is welcome to be her daughter)
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:36, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather shifted his weight when Mistflight came over and guilt flooded through him once more. Palmpaw was Mistflight's daughter; he had failed her too. "Palmpaw will be okay, according to Snowleaf. She'll awaken soon," he mewed, looking back toward the medicine den and frowned when he didn't see Firepoppy there. *Now where has she gone off to?*

Speckleflame padded into camp quickly. He had heard about Palmpaw and was deeply worried. Anger burned his throat. *This is Firepoppy's fault! One of the young ones got hurt because of her, yet again!* He tried to stick his face in the den to see but pulled away, letting out an annoyed hiss when the medicine cats had the whole den cramped.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:01, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"Speckleflame!" Mistflight shrieked when she saw her mate enter the camp, racing over to him and pressing her muzzle into her mate's shoulder.

"Our daughter is hurt!" She wailed.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:27, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm stormed into the leader's den. "Enough!" she cried, aware of the glare her leader was giving her. She, like the other cats, was intimidated by the glare. But she was too angry to care. "You let Firepoppy get away with *everything!* Everything! You let her take Palmpaw swimming as a kit! Guess what? Palmpaw nearly drowned! Firepoppy takes Palmpaw exploring while I settle down for the night! They end up as captives and who gets in trouble? *ME!* You favor your precious "poppy" and that's why she gets the special treatment, right? I was sleeping like every other normal cat. But Firepoppy, she takes Palmpaw out on only her second day of apprenticeship. Now we're at war with SoulClan! AND APPARENTLY IT'S ALL *MY FAULT!*" The she-cat's breath was loud and clear. Her voice raised, her heart booming. The face should be clear: you do nothing to right the wrongs of Firepoppy. Stalking away, she figured she should find someone to vent on, so she wouldn't be so angry.

Right outside were Mistflight and Burnfeather, with Speckleflame next to them. She decided to talk to Burnfeather, and give him a second chance. "Burnfeather!" she gasped. "I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. I . . . you know how I get when I'm angry. But if I'm honest, everything should've been consulted with me first. I would've let her had a chance at the rockface, eventually. After hunting and fighting, obviously. And . . . oh gosh I'm so angry and I'm ranting and venting right? But am I rambling? Is this a prank? I can't tell anymore, I'm that emotional. Sorry," she whimpered, with an embarrassed glance at the surrounding cats, who were staring at her weirdly. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 02:37, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight brushed her whiskers against Speckleflame just as Woftstorm rejoined them, a sorrowful look on her face.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:42, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather blinked at the she-cat. He had overheard her speaking with their leader; he knew Firepoppy was annoying to her, but he had never realized how much it upsetted her. "It's okay, Wolfstorm," he mewed calmly after she finished, resting his tail reassuringly on her shoulder. "I understand your frustration. I never realized how bad everything really was..." *How it was for you... you were blamed for Firepoppy's messes, and your apprentice always got into troubled with her.* "It'll be okay."

Speckleflame nuzzled Mistflight's nose and held back a growl. It was Firepoppy's fault their daughter was hurt. "How is she? Have you seen her?" he asked in a softer tone he used only for his family.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:03, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"She didn't seem okay when I saw her," Mistflight admitted softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. One of the unborn kits unside of her kicked, and it made her sadder. *Maybe they know what happened to their sister...*

Mistflight fought back a wail of distraught as she admitted the truth. Palmpaw, was in a bad way.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:07, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"She'll be okay," Speckleflame said softly, resting his chin on Mistflight's head. "Palmpaw is strong. I know she'll be fine." He let out a long sigh. "I want her to have nothing to do with Firepoppy any longer," he muttered.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:13, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight's ears perked at Speckleflame's words. *I can't help but agree with him if it means Palmpaw get's hurt in the process...* She licked Speckleflame's cheek affectionately.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:40, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"How are you and the kits," Speckleflame in a soft voice to his mate, eyeing her large belly. They would be born soon. Hopefully Palmpaw would be okay enough to see them.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:05, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

"Hawkpaw, are you holding comfrey root? Congrats! You just recognized comfrey! Now make it into a poultice. I go ahead and see how the others are doing," said Snowleaf.

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:39, August 30, 2017 (UTC)

(gonna have palm wake now) Palmpaw faintly heard voices around her and cracked open an eye, only to shut it instantly in pain. The light was so bright... and her head throbbed... But she kept trying and at last, was able to open them and keep them like that. She glanced around the medicine den, confusion bright in her gaze. "Where... am I?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:58, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

"The kits are going well," Mistflight replied to Speckleflame. "They're practising their fighting moves already by the feel of it!" She heard a rustle near the medicine cat den and scented the air. "Palmpaw's awake!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:17, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

*"Palmpaw's awake!"* At this, Snowleaf jerked her head around. "Palmpaw! You've waken! How are you feeling? Hawkkpaw, we could use that poultice now," said Snowleaf. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 21:44, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw looked around with wide blury eyes, finding Snowleaf. "Uhh... my head hurts... and my leg hurts... really bad," the cream and white tabby responded, trying to move her front leg but gasped when pain shot through it and let it fall back.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:49, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

"Don't try to move it - not yet. Just stay still until Hawkpaw finishes the poultice. I go ahead and find some feverfew for you to eat," Snowleaf said, going into her herbs and picking out the daisy-like flower with the sharp tangy smell and small soft leaves. "Eat this," she ordered. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 21:59, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw grunted, leaning down to eat it, chewing it fast and forcing her face to remain expressionless despite the bitter taste. "Is it broken?" she asked quietly. --- Speckleflame whipped his head toward the medicine den, bounding over and shoving his face inside, determined to see his daughter.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:05, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

"The leg? Yeah, it's broken. I keep telling Hawkpaw to make that poultice, but she's taking so long so I'll see if she needs any help making it," said Snowleaf. She walked away to where Hawkpaw was standing. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:50, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm bounded over to where her apprentice was. "Palmpaw! Palmpaw! Are you okay? You okay? Promise me you won't go on that rockface without *my* permission, got it? Oh, I'm so glad you're okay!" Gratitude and excitement made her words spill over, and although everyone knew she was a rambler, they always seemed annoyed by it. *Well they're just going have to deal with it,* she thought, irritated. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 23:08, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf was realieved to see Wolfstorm in a good mood. The last time she checked, Wolfstorm was yelling at Firepoppy. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:14, August 31, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm okay," Palmpaw answered her mentor, cowering a little. "I promise I won't go to the rockface without you knowing again." Glancing at her leg, she asked. "When can I train again?" Speckleflame ignored Wolfstorm and the medicine cats, sitting in front of his daughter with angry eyes, which made her cower more. "Why were you so stupid, kit!? You could've been killed. Now, I don't want you hanging out with that 'Poppy anymore." At that, Palmpaw nearly leaped to her paws in dismay. "You can't tell me who I can and can't hang out with!" Meanwhile, Burnfeather followed everyone, but stuck outside so he wouldn't crowd the den. Relief made his legs shaky and he still felt a little guilty.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:08, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight nuzzled Palmpaw's head lovingly and glared at Speckleflame, her belly swaying beneath her. "Palmpaw, it's okay if you play with Firepoppy, just be more careful." She glanced at Speckleflame apollogetically. "I'm sorry my love," she whispered.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:15, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Speckleflame glared at his mate for a moment. "Everytime she's around her, she gets in danger, we've told her this before, and its happpened, yet again," he mewed, wrinkling his nose and turning to glare at Palmpaw, his eyes challenging her to defy him. Palmpaw returned the same steely glare and kept her jaws shut. With a satisfied snort, Speckleflame weaved through the others and slipped through the entrance. Anger made Palmpaw more dizzy than she already was. How dare Speckleflame do this? *Fine then. Let him be happy and think I'm obeying him, when I sneak around with Firepoppy behind his back.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:59, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw chewed up the poultice as quickly as she could, before spitting it out just as Snowleaf padded over. The medicine cat took the poultice and dipped her head to the apprentice, before leaving the tiny herb store, Hawkpaw trotting after her, long, bushy tail sweeping the ground. - Mistflight exited the medicine cat den, her heart aching. *I really should have defended Speckleflame... I believe in his statement.* She glanced around the clearing, finally spotting Speckleflame and bounding over to him.

"I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, her chest heaving for breath. *Boy, these kits have made it hard for me. At least with Palmpaw it was only her!*

"I should have spoken up for myself!" She panted. "Because I agree, Firepoppy and Palmpaw *should not* be allowed together."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:49, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Songpool was back in camp. "Sorry about what? And what do Palmpaw and Firefern have to do with anything?" She meowed. She flicked her tail and padded into the warriors' den. "Just sort out your fox-dung, and don't yell in camp, honey," she purred. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

"It's okay. I just hope she listens," Speckleflame sighed, then shot a nasty glare at Songpool. "Are you blind and deaf? Palmpaw almost died because of Firepoppy," he hissed. "We'll scream as loud as we want!" he yowled loudly after her.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:57, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight fliched as a hard kick landed her in the belly. She gasped. *Honestly, I think these kits are going to knock me out!* She winced again and craddled her belly. "Speckleflame," she groaned.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:58, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm padded up to where her apprentice was. "You know, your parents are correct. How many times has Firepoppy gotten you stuck in a position where you were in serious trouble?" She shook her head, thinking about the many times Firepoppy *herself* got into trouble. "She's has a good heart, but . . . you shouldn't really stick that close to her. One, she's not your mentor. Don't train with her unless I give you permission to. Two, she's a horrible role model." Turning away, she added, "Oh, and when you get better, come see me so I can give you some training." *Now where's Burnfeather?* She had a good idea for revenge on Firepoppy. The ginger she-cat had gone overboard with her shenanigans. Smirking, the auburn she-cat skipped happily across the clearing, until she bumped into Ravenpaw.

Ravenpaw looked up at her mother. "Hello, *Mother.*" She glared at the auburn she-cat she knew to call mother, and waited for an apology. Wolfstorm only muttered a quick "sorry" and ran off. She then zipped back. "You know where Burnfeather is?" Ravenpaw slapped her tail over her eyes. The auburn she-cat always found time to do her duties, play pranks, yell at everyone, *and* talk to Burnfeather? Now that was something. She found herself trotting to where Palmpaw was. "H-How you . . . doing?" Shy. So shy. Ravenpaw was the shyest cat in the four Clans. However, this injured she-cat was her number one enemy. It all dated back to when they were kits. *I'll have my revenge. I'll have it, and you'll wish you never wronged me again.* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:40, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather was sitting outside the warriors den, finishing up a mouse. *Maybe I'll go hunting later...* He spotted Wolfstorm and got up. Anxiety stabbed made his pelt prickle as he padded over. "Hey," he greeted. "How's Palmpaw?"

Palmpaw was fumming after Wolfstorm left and leaned her head over her nest to pout. She looked up when she heard a quiet voice. Out of her one good eye, Palmpaw made out Ravenpaw standing in front of her. She honestly never really talked much to her, she was too quiet for Palmpaw's liking. Palmpaw was more of a fan of hyper cool cats. "Eh, not that great. I want to run but I can't... I want to train but I can't... Hopefully my leg will heal soon..." she squinted at the molly. "What's up?"

Speckleflame licked Mistflight's ear, yellow gaze concerned. "Are you okay?" he asked, anxiously.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:02, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"My belly hurts," Mistdlight moaned, crouching down in pain. "The kits are kicking!" *Oh StarClan, let the kits not come now...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:07, September 2, 2017 (UTC)*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:07, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf took the poultice and looked at Palmpaw. "We'll see how your leg heals," she said as she wrapped the poultice around Palmpaw's wound. "In a few days your leg should be good enough to start doing some excersises so it can heal even faster." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:28, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw perked up. "Really? that's great!" until her father padded in and she was worried. ---- With a slight worried frown, Speckleflame trotted to the medicine den. "Snowleaf, I think there's something wrong with Mistflight. I don't know if the kits are coming."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:57, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay, I'll go over to take a look," Snowleaf mewed. She turned to Palmpaw. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." She walked over to where Mistflight was. "How are you feeling?" ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:02, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Sore," Mistflight groaned. "I think the kits *might* be coming, but it's too early, right?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:43, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Hmm, the last time I checked, the kits were due in a couple weeks. But it's only been *one* week. I'll see what I can do," Snowleaf said calmly. She looked closer. "You look a bit weak. If the kits *are* coming, you'd better get some strength up." She walked over to the herb store and picked up some ragwort leaves and crushed it. "Chew this," Snowleaf ordered Mistflight. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:26, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Speckleflame sat away from his mate, watching intently from the side. He didn't want to crowd her. Kits came too early before, it wasn't a big deal. But still there was a little tinge of worry in his throat.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:18, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf saw the worry in Speckleflame. "Don't worry - Mistflight should be fine as long as she does what I tell her to do," she said. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 14:08, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar crouched on the edge of highrock, her eyes scouting the area below her. "All cats who can catch their own prey gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!" She yowled.

Mistflight groaned. "I can barely move!" She croaked softly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:58, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Then don't move. You're in the medicine den not because you lost your hearing - you can hear Echostar from here. Plus, you can't really catch your own prey right now," said Snowleaf sternly. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 20:51, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Mistlight nodded, "true." She had to hold back a wail of pain as one of the kits kicked her hard again.

Echostar raised her eyes to meet her Clanmates, and she began the announcment. "SunClan is at war with SoulClan," she called to the cats huddled below.

"As we have Mistflight in the nursery and some of us have been weakened by the sickness that sweeped through us quite recently, so we cannot risk SoulClan raiding us while we are in this state. I declare we attack SoulClan tonight, in their camp. Take out their herb stocks, weaken their warriors, then they will be our prey, instead of us being theirs!"

"SunClan will win! And with AshClan as our allies, we will suceed in teaching SoulClan a lesson!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:37, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf was not a fan of fighting. She was a medicine cat, after all. But she didn't like others fighting either. "I know nothing about battles, but don't you think all that might be going too far? I've seen wars before, and I've been observing them really closely - usually as a first move, the Clan only attacks, but it's far too early to take out their herb stocks," she pointed out. "I think it's better if we just strengthen our *own* warriors, and plan out everything, and wait until *they* attack *us*, but we'll be ready. So we won't be that weak after the battle because we strengthened ourselves up before it. And, if we do it the other way, we'd be all wounded and weak and we wouldn't be prepared for the next attack because we weren't strong enough before our first move." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:14, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Firepoppy had returned to camp and listened to Echostar's idea. "That sounds great, Echostar!" she called, not hearing the medicine cats wise words. ---- Burnfeather watched the leader closely, very doubtful of this battle. He glanced over to Snowleaf, hearing her words and gave a light nod of agreement. *This sounds risky...*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:25, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf nodded back at Burnfeather. She turned to Firepoppy. "Did you hear a word I said, or are you ignoring it?" she asked firmly. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 17:54, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar turned her head sharply to glare at Snowleaf. "We need to attack their herb stocks," Echostar insisted. "Then, if we deeply injure SoulClan's warriors, then they won't be able to treat their wounded." She lashed her tail and clawed at the ground.

Hawkpaw agreed with Echostar's words. "I think it is wise to attack SoulClan," she anounced. "Of course, we would take only fully healthy warriors, but that is almost *all* of the Clan. Not many of us were affected by the sickness."

Mistflight couldn't reply to her leader's words, she was in too much pain, but she loved her leader's idea. *We need to attack SoulClan before they attack us. Firepoppy, Hawkpaw and Echostar are right, we have to defend ourselves.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:25, September 4, 2017 (UTC)*

Wolfstorm sighed. Arguing, arguing, arguing. That's all the Clan ever did. "I have an idea. Why don't we send our stealthiest warriors over and raid their herb stocks, quickly and quietly. Then, we prepare ourselves in case of ambush. In case of an ambush, warriors will guard our stocks so the enemy can't get to them. We win, and the SoulClan cats can't heal themselves. Less casualties, less damage done to us. Work for you?" She dragged her paws through the dirt. "Of course, if you want to attack SoulClan straight on without even knowing if they're even planning an attack . . . your choice, Echostar, not mine." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 19:37, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar considered Wolfstorm's idea. "It's a choice," she dismissed. "And I choose it. It's smart, thank you Wolfstorm."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:42, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight couldn't hold it in anymore. She wailed in pain. "I think the kits *are* coming!" -

Hawkpaw rushed over to Mistflight imediately and felt the queen's rippling belly. "Lay down," she ordered and Mistflight obeyed.

"Snowleaf!" Hawkpaw called urgently.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:42, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw forced herself to stay planted in her nest, excitement and anger over the battle fighting with her fear for Mistflight. She wanted to fight in the battle too, but she couldn't! She wanted to help her mother, but she couldn't. She let out a defeated sigh. She felt so helpless.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:19, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

"I think Wolfstorm has a great idea," Snowleaf said quickly before rushing off into the medicine den. She inspected Mistflight closely. "You're right. They *are* coming!" she exclaimed. She grabbed a nearby stick. "Here, bite on this," she ordered. "Now push."

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:37, September 6, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm padded up to where a group of cats were clustered. "What's going on?" she asked. Seeing the queen lying on the floor, she realized what was going on. *Oh no! Palmpaw must be so distressed; that's her mother who's kitting.* Reaching her tail out to the injured apprentice, she inched closer. The apprentice had a wary look on her face, but the she-cat forced herself to stay calm. "Sorry about . . . earlier," she sighed. "I'm just fed up with Firepoppy. Y'know, she . . . was impulsive. A great cat to hang around, sure. Doing all the normal things a middle aged apprentice would do." Her eyes seemed to flash the scenes in front of her. "I . . . am a little biased towards her. I don't really want to explain it, but." She shrugged. "Later? And I'm sorry. Firepoppy is great. She's just a little too quick to act, really." *Geez, how can I not find Burnfeather?* She turned away.

Ravenpaw glared at her mother as the auburn warrior walked away. Her mother had cared for her, but it never looked like the she-cat had enough time for her. No, just the opposite when she was younger. Too much time with her. They said she was the remaining kit of Wolfstorm, but honestly! She was no kit! Sidling up to Palmpaw, she whispered. "Wolfstorm isn't being genuine. She just wants to boost her reputation." Leaving, she added, "And she's not very loving. Does she interact with me?" Her mew grew angry, though she didn't know why. "She's the worst. Don't ever--trust--her." She bumped into Wolfstorm, who looked cross. "Great, now I'll have to sort her out! Just because I'm busy doesn't mean I don't love you. It's just because your actions aren't always correct!" Ravenpaw slunk away, her feelings towards her mother even more negative. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 01:39, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw nodded to her mentor. She could understand Wolfstorm's frustration. *I wonder if Firepoppy hurt Wolfstorm in the past...* She was knocked out of her thoughts by Ravenpaw's words. Palmpaw stared silently as the apprentice walked away, only to bump into Wolfstorm. They were too faraway for her to hear, so Palmpaw turned her back on them. Not like she believed Ravenpaw's words anyway. Wolfstorm could be annoying sometimes, but she was a good mentor, and Palmpaw knew she had a good heart, even if she didn't show it sometimes.

Burnfeather let out a sigh as the meeting broke up, a worried and faintly confused look on his face. *I agree more with Wolfstorm's plan, but I don't think we should attack SoulClan at all.* But there was no changing his leaders mind. He spotted Ravenpaw slinking around and began to make his way over.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:25, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar remained on highrock as her Clan dispersed beneath her. *If I needed Snowleaf at anytime, it would be now.* Echostar was nervous for Mistflight, but even more nervous about the upcoming attack. *I need to send the strongest of our warriors, those who haven't or have fully recovered from the sickness.* Echostar wasn't just nervous about choosing who to send, she was nervous for herself. *The secret I'm keeping will be costly. But I have to keep it, I swore I would.* She leaped nimbly off highrock and hurried over to where Burnfeather was chatting casually with Ravenpaw. *I hope he's not telling her off for being stupid again. I doubt he is though, he seems distracted a little.* Echostar purred. Just like Ripplesky would have said, there could always be a little more love in the world. Her heart ached for the tom she was in love with, as well as their kits. *I will forever love you all.* -

Mistflight yowled in pain as she bit down hard on the stick, snapping it in half. The first kit slid out on to the mossy nest, trappe in the kitting sack. Mistflight watched carefully as Hawkpaw nipped the sack and it revealed a very handsome pale brown and misty grey tom with white circles around his not-opened eyes. She nuzzled the kit to her belly, where he began to suckle instantly. She paused her grooming off him to let out another yowl of pain as a contraction gripped her body. Next, slid out a bundle of grey and white with hints of mixed browns; a she-cat. Mistflight let her two born kits suckle and asked Hawkpaw weakly, "any more kits?" -

Hawkpaw felt her paw along the queen's belly. "Nope, that's it," she confirmed and Mistflight sagged in relief. "I don't think I could have lasted much longer," the queen admitted softly to the medicine cat apprentice and Hawkpaw touched her muzzle to each of the kits' heads in turn.

"Before you call Speckleflame," Hawkpaw began, already heading over to the herb storage to find some borage. *I hope I find it... This is my favourite herb. I'll be embarrassed if I don't.* She finally found the borage and collected some before trotting back over to Mistflight, Snowleaf and the two kits. Snowleaf was concentrating on murmuring under her breath in a corner, while Mistflight was licking her kits over their ears.

"Here," Hawkpaw meowed, passing the borage over to Mistflight. "Eat it," she ordered. "It will help your milk come." Hawkpaw exited the medicine cat den and padded over to the prey-pile. She grasped a vole and when she returned to the den she gave it to Mistflight.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:29, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather dipped his head respectfully to his former mentor, Echostar, as she approached. "Hello, Echostar. May I help you with something?" he asked, eyeing her curiously.

Speckleflame pushed past the cats, growling at them when they gave him nasty looks, until he reached Mistflight. The thorn sharp look melted from his eyes and was replaced with warmth at the sight of his newborn kits and mate. A protective feeling overcame his heart and he kneeled down to lick Mistflight head lovingly. "You did great," he purred. (do you want the tom or she-cat? Mine will be named Spicekit)
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:13, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

(I'll have the she-cat) "Should we name them?" Mistflight rasped wearily, snuggling the kits closer to her belly and protecting them by curling her tail tightly around them. *They're so perfect.*

"Maybe the she-cat could be Leopardkit?" She suggested.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:54, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"That's a great name," Speckleflame purred, resting his nose onto the gray and white she-kits head for a moment. "Leopardkit." He moved to the misty gray and brown tom kit. "What about Spicekit for the tom? Leopardkit and Spicekit."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:57, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Beautiful names," Mistflight murmured before resting her head on her paws and drifting into a deep sleep.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:05, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm stomped over to where Burnfeather was. "Can you help me straight your apprentice out?" she muttered through a mouthful of fur. She had dragged her daughter over by the tail, and her daughter did not seem happy. "She's spreading lies again."

Ravenpaw jumped up. "Let go of me! I told you, they were not *lies!* Stop thinking the worst of me!" *Stupid foxheart, thinking I'm such a bad kid!*

"I heard you!" growled Wolfstorm. "I know your personality. I *raised* you!" Her voice had risen a bit, but she didn't care. Her daughter was always so shy, so eager to please, but everything she did was not wrong; she was a brilliant learner . . . Yet Ravenpaw always did something . . . devious. She cheated. She unsheathed her claws during battle training. Many threats were made about her. "Why must you always make the wrong choice? You're a brilliant apprentice, my love. It's just . . . I'm tired of yelling at you and dragging you by the tail. Don't think I don't like that--I don't! Ask Burnfeather, does he like reprimanding you? No! So please just make a good choice. Please." Her face was pleading. She was tired. Tired of acting like the bad cop, acting like Ravenpaw was never good enough.

The apprentice stared at her. "No. You *enjoy* it," she snarled. "Why listen to you? You're just two faced. Stop bossing me around and worry about your own self!" With that she ran away, out of camp.

Wolfstorm stared at her daughter, her daughter, who she raised. Surely this wasn't hers? "Fine!" she yelled, her voice cracking and her eyes full of tears. "When you end up dead or in a horrible situation--don't--come--crying!" She blindly hurled herself into her nest, sobbing loudly. *How could she do this to me? How could she think I'm trying to torture her? I don't understand!* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 23:44, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather stood silently as the mother and daughter argued. Afterwords, his paws wanted to carry him to Wolfstorm's side and comfort her, but in his head he knew he had to go to Ravenpaw. She could get hurt, being so angry and alone out there. *I'll see Wolfstorm later,* he promised silently then raced out of camp into the sand dunes. Burnfeather followed Ravenpaw's scent. He silently wondered a thing he often worried over; was he not a good enough mentor for Ravenpaw?

He tried so hard, yet nothing he did seem to work. He spotted a single black flash and turned toward it. Ravenpaw's cream pelt blended in so well with the sand, the thing that gave her away was her one black paw. "Ravenpaw!" he called, running toward where he saw the flash.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:53, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Congrats for you and your kits, Mistflight," mewed Snowleaf. "And you, Hawkpaw, for the borage." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:58, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Thanks," Hawkpaw replied softly, before exiting the den. She headed straight for where Echostar was standing.

"Mistflight have birth perfectly," she reported. Echostar bowed her head in acknowledgement. "Good, good," she murmured.

"Now, Hawkpaw. I hear you're supportive of attacking SoulClan?" Echostar asked suddenly and Hawkpaw nodded. "I am," she agreed.

"Would you come to the battle if Snowleaf does not and help treat our cats?" Hawkpaw felt hope flare in her heart. "Of course!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"We need to decide who will go," Echostar went on, but Hawkpaw inturrupted. "What about we let the cats decide whether or not they want to come? Of course Wolfstorm will, and there's no need to try and convince Firepoppy, she'll come no matter what, and, hmm..." Hawkpaw wondered for a second whether her idea was outrageous or not.

"And Burnfeather *must* come." Echostar gave her a surprised look before nodding along.

"I agree. I will call I meeting."

She turned and dashed for highrock and leaped up, landing nimbly on top, Hawkpaw following eagerly.

"All cats who can catch their own prey, gather beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:21, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf walked toward the middle of the clearing. *Another meeting so close to the one before?* she thought. Before the leader could speak, Snowleaf raised her paw to say something. "I heard you asking Hawkpaw about treating the cats. You know, even though I don't support the type of battle planned, I'll still help the wounded." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:58, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar glared fiercely at the medicine cat before raising her head proudly. "I have decided what we shall do, in order of bringing cats," she began, tail lashing excitedly behind her and Hawkpaw shuddering in excitement and nervousness beside her.

"Whoever what's to come, may come, but I do have some must comes." She risked at glance down at her cats. "Burnfeather and Wolfstorm. Both of you are required to come," Echostar yowled.

"Long live SunClan! We attack at moon-high!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:04, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf looked worried. She was very anxious. *Echostar didn't really answer me. Does that mean I'm not going? What if Hawkpaw's not enough?* "So does that mean I will or will not go?" she asked. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:40, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather returned to camp with no luck in finding Ravenpaw. She was probably hiding somewhere... maybe it was best to leave her alone. He sat down with the rest of his Clanmates and watched as Echostar made another announcement. He swallowed roughly when his name was called. *Why am I important enough to go?* Meanwhile, Firepoppy had appeared from thin air next to him and was jumping up and down with excitement. "I'm going! I'm going! You can trust me, Echostar!"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:56, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

"Anyone who wants to join me, come tonight! We leave now!" Echostar screeched. She lead the way out of camp. "And of course you can come, Snowleaf." -

Hawkpaw followed her leader enthusiastically, ignoring Snowleaf nagging her from behind. *I'll be fine, Snowleaf. You trained me well.* She was eager to please Echostar.

Mistflight watched enviously as her Clanmates filed out of camp, ready for the battle. She felt butterflies go up in her stomach as she saw Speckleflame leave with them. *Don't die, my love. I need you to raise these two.* She looked down lovingly at her two sleeping kits, Leopardkit and Spicekit. *They're so perfect.*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:50, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Speckleflame waved his tail in farewell to Mistflight, love for her, Palmpaw, and his newborn kits making it hard. But he also had a Clan, and if they had to fight, he would too, even if he could die.

Palmpaw wriggled in her nest, forcing the pain to the back of her head. "Let me come! Let me come!" This could be her first battle! Firepoppy split off from the group leaving and galloped over to the cream and white apprentice. "Palmpaw, I'm sorry, but you can't go," Palmpaw's eyes widened. "What!? But there has to be some way you can get me to go," she pleaded. Firepoppy seemed to tower over Palmpaw for a moment, her brown eyes cold and stern. "I've already gotten you and myself in enough trouble. No." With that, Firepoppy turned and hurried after the group, leaving Palmpaw feeling like someone threw her heart to the ground and smashed it to little peices.

Firepoppy fell in beside Burnfeather, who was glancing around unsurely.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:00, September 13, 2017 (UTC

*Good*, thought Snowleaf.

FEW MINUTES LATER

The cats around Snowleaf charged towards SoulClan. *They're doing it. We're doing it. We're actually fighting SoulClan for no reason.* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:46, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight catiously ate her vole as her kits suckled; they had opened their eyes sometime in the past hour, and their eyes were gorgeous. Spicekit's were a shimmering amber and Leopardkit's were ice cold blue. *I just hope they see their father again. Oh Speckleflame, why did you have to go?*

Leopardkit felt her mother tense and she looked up from feeding, her brilliant blue eyes making her mother jump a little. "Are you okay?" She asked in her new highpitched voice. *Mum is probably just thinking about dad. I don't judge her for that. -*

"I'm okay," Mistflight told her little kit wearily, curling even tighter around Leopardkit and Spicekit. "Go to sleep. You'll need your energy."

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:14, September 14, 2017 (UTC)*

"But I'm not slerpy," Spicekit complained with a huge yawn while Palmpaw had managed to pull herself from her nest and curl up beside them.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:13, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar stormed into camp, fuming her Clan following. "We lost," she announced coldly to the cats who had stayed behind. She felt her pelt burn hot with shame. *Speckleflame died for nothing...* She had to look away when the cats brought Speckleflame's body into the camp. -

*No, it can't be!* Mistflight wailed in alarm as Speckleflame's limp form was trundled into camp, his eyes open, jaws wide and claws out. *NO!!!!* She dashed out of the medicine cat den, her tail streaming behind her, Palmpaw following with the new kits.

"NO!!" She screamed, falling down beside Speckleflame's body. "No! He can't be dead, he can't be!" She dug her face into her mates bloodied and matted fur, sobbing and crying uncontrollably. *StarClan why?! -*

Leopardkit trotted after her mother, her tail dragging in grief. *He must be my dad. I can't believe he's gone already...* She glanced to her left and saw Palmpaw was already gone, crouching beside their mother, but Spicekit was standing, his eyes blank, staring at the body of the tom.

"He must be our dad," Leopardkit murmured. "And he's already gone!" The kits joined their mother and older sister by their father's body. A reddish ticked tom joined them, curling his tail around Leopardkit and Spicekit. Spicekit extracted himself, but Leopardkit didn't move. She was too caught up in sadness to notice. -

Hawkpaw felt sorry for the grieving family, her head bowed in respect. But she couldn't stop thinking about the tom at the battle... *Why did he even ask to help me?*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:22, September 15, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw pressed her nose to Speckleflame's fur, looking upset but forcing herself not to cry, which was hard. It felt like a dam would break in her eyes at any moment.

Spicekit stared at his grieving mother and sisters, not sharing their pain. He didn't feel anything as his amber eyes studied his father blood-soaked fur and the gash in his throat. He turned away from them and padded into the nursery, curled up neatly in his nest and went to sleep.

Burnfeather watched with a heavy heart at the grieving family. Speckleflame was like a brother to them. Burnfeather and Firepoppy's parents had died young, so Speckleflame's mother had suckled them. Overtime, Burnfeather almost made himself believe he was a brother of the hot-headed warrior.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:39, September 15, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenpaw stared in shock at the body in front of her. Sniffing it curiously, she tried not to gag. "Is this . . . Speckleflame?" She backed away hurriedly. "No, no, no. That's not possible." She bumped into her furious mother. Expecting another lecture, she cowered.

Wolfstorm saw her terrified daughter and pressed Ravenpaw close to her. "No, my dear, I'm not mad at *you.*" She glared up at the leader. "I'm mad at *her.* I said sneak away the herbs! Not open warfare!" She pressed herself into Speckleflame's coat. *We were friends. I loved you like a brother. You reminded me of Flameflight. Now you're gone? StarClan . . . how could you?* Suddenly her thoughts came back to her. "ECHOSTAR!" She marched over to where the leader was moping. Her eyes blazing with fury, she roared as loud as she could to announce herself. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:37, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm sorry, Wolfstorm, Ravenpaw, Mistflight," said Snowleaf quietly as she entered the clearing. "I'm sorry. There was nothing we could do." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 00:48, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight looked up at the medicine cat, fury blazing hard in her eyes. "There must have been something!" She wailed. "You let him die!" -

Leopardkit shrank away from her mother. *Oh please leave Snowleaf alone. She tried. So did Hawkpaw.* "I never even knew him," she whispered, anger flaring in her heart when she saw Spicekit standing nearby, a grin playing on his face. *Our dad is dead! Why is he so happy? -*

Hawkpaw sat in her nest in her den, thinking. *Who was he? Why was he there?* Hawkpaw knew she should have been out there, taking care of Mistflight and her grieving family, but she couldn't, *wouldn't*. That tom was all she could think about. -

Echostar glared at her deputy. "Never, speak to me like that," she snapped. "I understand what I did, trust me I do. Don't you dare acuse me of treachery to my Clan." -

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:38, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf shook her head quietly, and walked away, dragging the wounded behind her. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:30, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw looked up at her mentor as she entered the den and immediately she recognised sadness in her mentor's gaze. "What's wrong?" She asked kindly, pressing her pelt reassuringly against her mentor's. -

Mistflight felt her lungs rasp for air in her fury. *Coward!* She turned back to Speckleflame's body and curled up against the curve of his belly. She beckoned her kits towards her. Leopardkit snuggled up, tears staining her cheek-fur, while Spicekit trotted over and pressed himself against his sister. *Oh Speckleflame. I hope you're watching over our beautiful kits.* She felt tears splattering the ground, *her tears.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:21, September 16, 2017 (UTC)*

(do we even have a deputy? also forgive me if i'm missing something here, i probably am [i'm that blind lol]) "Echostar, I clearly said to *sneak away the herbs.* Open warfare will deal us damage! I don't care how we sneak away the herbs--I just said to do it!" Wolfstorm scowled and stalked away. *Because we did open battle, Speckleflame is dead!* She sank right next to Burnfeather and became unaware of her surroundings. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 22:11, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

(huh, i don't think we do) Burnfeather sat close to his friend and licked her fur. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better. *Nothing will,* he realized. *We're all going to have to deal with the pain of Speckleflame's death. We'll have each other to lean on though. I hope Mistflight and the kits will be okay.*

Spicekit honestly had no idea what was even going on, but he pressed his fur into his sisters side since he sensed something weird coming from her - sadness. Why is she sad? He watched his mother cry with no expression. He watched her tears splatter to the ground like raindrops.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:36, September 16, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar couldn't watch the family grieve. She turned away, her own eyes only barely holding back tears and she padded to the medicine cat den, knowing she would find Snowleaf and Hawkpaw in there. She entered the large den and saw Hawkpaw bending over Snowleaf, trying to coax the medicine cat to eat some poppyseeds.

"Is Snowleaf sick?" Echostar asked and Hawkpaw looked up, alarmed. "No!" She scoffed. "She's just a little shocked is all. She needs to rest." Hawkpaw turned and her gaze rested on Snowleaf once more. Echostar felt a little overwhelmed her medicine cat wasn't her best, but she meowed, "I need to speak with Snowleaf." -

Hawkpaw pawed the ground nervously. "I guess. I'll leave the den, but if I hear her call for me I'll be in here quicker than you can say mouse." And she left the den, her tail swishing behind her. -

Echostar dipped her head to the leaving apprentice before crouching beside Snowleaf, the medicine cat's eyes glazed and unfocused.

"I lost a life in the battle," she murmured to Snowleaf. "I'm on my last life." -

Mistflight caught Burnfeather's eye and she let out a low choking noise. Who was she kidding she was the only one grieving? *Burnfeather, Firepoppy and Wolfstorm must be devasted!* She snuggled deeper into Speckleflame's soft fur, pushing back the instict to protest when a few of the senior warriors pulled her away from her mate's limp body. Instead, she settled herself with letting out a wail of distraught and anguish. -

Leopardkit screeched in alarm as her mother tugged her and her brother away from their father's body, Palmpaw following them, quietly croaking unrecognisable words. Spicekit wasn't even giving of a scent of being sad. *The fox-heart!* Leopardkit screamed inwardly, but she soothed herself with saying Spicekit mustn't understand that Speckleflame was their dad. *I'll make him understand, I know it.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:01, September 19, 2017 (UTC)*

Hearing the leader's words, her eyes shot open in alarm. "I'm sorry. I guess I was too overtaken by the battle that I forgot about your lives," Snowleaf whispered. "And no, I'm not sick." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 11:47, September 22, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar nodded stiffly. "Okay, it's fine. Should I announce the new deputy to the Clan? Rockwing died in the battle." (Let's just say since we don't have a deputy the old deputy [Rockwing] died in the battle and Echostar is going to choose a new deputy?) -

Leopardkit watched through watery eyes as her father's body was taken out of the moorland camp towards the burial grounds.

"Will we go and pay our respects?" She asked her mother softly and Mistflight jumped at her kit's words. Obviously she had been lost in thought. *Probably thoughts about dad... She loved him so much.* -

"I will," Mistflight told her kit. "You, unfortunately, are too young to go. You paid your respects already when we went and stayed by his body for a little." -

Hawkpaw watched as the limp form of Speckleflame was carried out of camp, before padding over to Wolfstorm, Firepoppy and Burnfeather.

"Show me your wounds," she ordered them. "You need to stay healthy."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:35, September 23, 2017 (UTC)

(sounds fine to me) Firepoppy lashed her tail, marching past the medicine cat apprentice. Anger and grief sharp as a stone in her throat. "I'm going hunting," before anyone could stop her she was gone. She raced across the cool morning sand dunes. She didn't try hunting, she just didn't want to be with the Clan right now. She didn't notice she had crossed the border until she found grass under her small, dirty paws and trees looming ahead. She tasted the air, recoiling at the scent of AshClan. Ew, AshClan cats were stupid. But hey, they had nice prey. Ignoring all the older warriors badgering her about respecting borders and all that dung, she crossed confidently across the scent markers into stinky AshClan. Maybe they'd be friendly to a passing enemy!

Burnfeather watched his sister go with a sullen expression and didn't try following. Speckleflame was her brother too, she needed time to think things over. He nodded to Hawkpaw, allowing her to see to Wolfstorm first.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:49, September 24, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw glared after Firepoppy before nodding back to Burnfeather and looking over Wolfstorm. The she-cat was covered in scars and bleeding wounds, a black eye as well. She had obviously been fighting fearlessly. Hawkpaw murmured to Wolfstorm to stay completely still before she dashed back to the medicine cat den, entered, grabbed the herbs she needed and raced back over to the warrior, her mouth stuffed with herbs.

"This might sting a little," she warned the warrior, before finding the stinging nettle leaves. *Yeah. This* is *going to sting.* Hawkpaw glanced over the she-cat once more before finding the infected wound she had spied before. The red swelling was oozing blood and pus at the same time and Hawkpaw fought not to gag. This was her job as a medicine cat! Without looking at Wolfstorm she plastered the stinging nettle leaf poultice she had made to the infected wound before quickly chewing up a chervil poultice and plastering that on top, before spreading cobwebs over the wound to finish it off.

Soon helping Wolfstorm's eye with some celandine, Hawkpaw moved on to the more serious injuries, which, luckily, there were only two of. The other wounds had already began to scab over, thank StarClan. Hawkpaw started on the first wound, noticing it was a fiery red color. *I think I caught it just before the infection.* Hawkpaw got to work quickly, making another chervil poultice and plastering that on first, noting the wound wasn't bad enough for stinging nettle. *I'm glad Burnfeather is patient,* Hawkpaw thought, turning to the other warrior and meowing, "not much longer, okay?" She glanced at her herb pile, then back at Wolfstorm's wound. Deciding the chervil was enough, Hawkpaw moved on to the final wound she needed to treat, a serious bleeding slashmark on Wolfstorm's flank.

Hawkpaw made *another* poultice of chervil and plastered that on first and then consulted the other herbs she needed for the open wound. She next plastered on some comfrey, then dock. "I think that's it for you," Hawkpaw finalised, only just remembering something.

"Oh! Have this," she passed a dandelion poultice over. "Since we're out of poppy seeds, unfortunately, dandelion is the other painkiller. Take it now and have a rest." Wolfstorm left and Hawkpaw turned to Burnfeather, already asessing the wounded warrior. The first thing she noticed was that Burnfeather's paw was twisted at a strange angle, so she set aside some elder leaves. She next spotted a rather large and long and deep wound on Burnfeather's side. Getting to work, Hawkpaw quickly healed up the warrior's wounds before asking, "how are you? I heard you were against Mothwhisker in the battle... He's a strong warrior." Hawkpaw felt a tinge of worry when she thought of watching, helplessly, as Mothwhisker had almost murdered Burnfeather... A knot in her stomach formed. *If Burnfeather had died, Mistflight and her family wouldn't have survived. And neither would have I.* -

Echostar padded out of the medicine cat den, Snowleaf hobbling after her as she made her way up on to highrock, the two she-cats casting the injured Clan glances as the elders carried Speckleflame's body out to buried. Echostar felt sadness wash over her as her friend's death burned even further into her memory. *And I never got to say goodbye...* She straightened, afraid that if her Clan saw how damaged she was, they would be even more worried.

"All cats gather for a Clan meeting!" She called and the cats assembled below her, all except for Burnfeather, whoose injuries were still being treated by Hawkpaw.

"We are all saddened by Speckleflame's death," Echostar yowled, her voice faltering as she mentioned his name. Mistflight gave a wail of despair and Echostar bowed her head in respect to the grieving queen. Palmpaw stood next to her mother and younger littermates, tears splattering the ground at her paws.

"And I hate to bring more sadness on to our Clan, but I have to. Rockwing was lost in the battle. Therefore, I must choose a new deputy." She cast her gaze over her Clan, who let out a wave of disgruntled murmurs. Rockwing had been very popular in the Clan.

"I speak these words to StarClan and Rockwing's spirit, hoping he can hear me and approve of my choice. Wolfstorm, will be the new deputy of SunClan." Echostar stared at the warrior and their gazes met, and a flash of shock went through Wolfstorm's eyes.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:03, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm scratched up, but I'm still alive. I'll be fine," Burnfeather answered the apprentice in a quiet, but firm voice. Mothwhisker had been a strong warrior, bigger than Burnfeather, but that hadn't stopped the reddish tom. He had speed on his side. He snorted down at his paw, which was facing his belly. It had a throb in it, but he stretched it out, relieved to see he could move it and set it down on the ground, forcing back a flinch. It was just sprained, nothing he couldn't handle. "Are you all right?" He then watched silently as Echostar made the announcement and his amber gaze flickered toward Wolfstorm. She'd make a good deputy.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:14, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw felt her stomach lurch when Burnfeather winced. *What if it's broken?* She wondered, before answering Burnfeather's question. "I guess I'm okay... It's just I was scared," she confessed. "When I saw you and Speckleflame and all the others were hurt. I was terrified for you, terrified for myself. I didn't want to see all the blood..." She shivered before asking, "do you want me to re-do your paw?" She didn't wait for an answer and immediately peeled off the poor work she had previously done on Burnfeather's paw. She scraped off the herbs and replaced them with comfrey and burdock root, then covered it all with cobwebs. She grabbed some rush and binded the sprained paw.

"That should do," she meowed finally. "Come straight back to me if it needs to be redone." She shuffled her paws conciously. Should she say this? *I'll ask him afterwards, after I ask this question.* "Do you think Wolfstorm will be a good deputy?" She asked the warrior. She hoped he said yes, otherwise her next question would be pointless. -

Echostar watched with a smile as Wolfstorm made her way up highrock, before she called, "I have one more announcement to make." Her Clan froze, their eyes trained on her. "I would like to preform another ceremony, if everyone approves," she added carefully, but she knew her Clan knew she was not going to take their opinion into account. She never did.

"Hawkpaw preformed her role of medicine cat with excellence in the battle, and I would like for Snowleaf to give Hawkpaw her medicine cat name. She has trained for a long and hard nine moons now, and I think she is ready for her new role. But," she added warningly, "Snowleaf must approve of it." Echostar had a feeling the medicine cat would deny that Hawkpaw was ready, and Echostar hadn't helped by not informing Snowleaf of this announcement. -

Hawkpaw froze and looked up at her leader, just as Burnfeather opened his mouth to reply. She knew he would answer her after this moment of shock, but Hawkpaw felt frozen in time. *Wait, what?! She wants me to become a full medicine cat?* -

Mistflight felt shock course through her body, inturrupting her grief for her dead mate. She had raised Palmpaw alongside Hawkpaw's now deceased mother, Breezesky, and Mistflight knew that Hawkpaw would not think she was ready for this. *I think she is. I think she's ready, unlike Speckleflame wasn't ready to die...* Her grief swallowed her once more.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:16, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

"I think she'll be a great deputy," Burnfeather replied then angled his ears towards Echostar, realizing what she had just said. Hawkpaw was ready to become a full medicine cat, in his opinion.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:59, September 25, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw shook herself out mentally and asked Burnfeather, "how do you feel about Wolfstorm? I know she likes you a lot." She shuffled her paws. "I mean, if you don't want to answer, don't."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:14, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather's ears twitched in surprise at the question. He wasn't expecting Hawkpaw to ask that, but he remained calm as he replied. "Wolfstorm means a lot to me. She has been my friend since we were kits, but I don't think I have 'like' 'like' feelings for her." Burnfeather said truthfully. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Why do you ask?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:37, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw ducked her head in embarrassment. *I wasn't expecting him to ask why I asked him about Wolfstorm!* "Well," she breathed. "Don't take me serious if you don't want to, seeing as I don't actually know for sure, but by the way she acts around you, I think Wolfstorm 'like' 'likes' you. Please don't get mad," she pleaded.

"I was just, overly curious. Sorry."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:51, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"It's okay, Hawkpaw," Burnfeather chuckled lightly to the molly. Did Wolfstorm really 'like' 'like' him? He honestly didn't know how to feel about that. "It's probably Clan gossip, you know as soon as two cats are seen sitting near each other, everyone believes they're in love," he laughed.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:00, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"It's not just that," Hawkpaw insisted. "I see it in her eyes whenever she looks at you." She purred. "Don't worry, I'm sort of going through that as well right now..." Her thoughts flittered back to the strange tom and she quickly corrected her statement, "I mean, a load of toms like me, apparently. According to Ravenpaw *and* Palmpaw. Palmpaw said that *you '*like' 'like' me." Hawkpaw thought it was only fair to tell Burnfeather. "Although, your the only one you should know that." She purred. "Palmpaw does not know the truths from the lies."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:06, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Hm," Burnfeather said, shifting uncomfortablely. He wanted a mate and have kits one day, but he wasn't so sure on the whole 'love' thing yet. It sounded painful. Then he laughed lightly. "Palmpaw's got a head full of bees. She says cats like each other just by mixing and matching their names."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:21, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"I know, right!" Hawkpaw exclaimed. "I just ignore her, honestly. I mean, once she teased me with a ship name '*Hawkfeather'.* She shipped me with you! I clawed her in the face afterwards," she added sheepishly, laughing a little. "That was when we were kits."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:27, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"I see where Palmpaw got it from. I was friends with a cat named Songpaw once. Firepoppy called us 'Burnsong.' She would never shut up! I got so angry at her all the time, but overtime I just ignored her," Burnfeather laughed at the memory and wondered for a moment where his sister is and a twinge of worry touched his heart. *What if she's so sad she doesn't know where she's even wondered? It's happened before.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:33, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw purred. "Why don't you go and get some rest? I think you need it." She padded away, waving her tail in goodbye to Burnfeather as she scooted over to Snowleaf and Echostar, who were agruing heatedly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:59, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm's eyes widened. "Me? Deputy? Uh . . . I'd be honored, Echostar." She hastily dipped her head. All around, Clanmates were congratulating her on her promotion and she cheerfully replied with "No biggie." She overheard Hawkpaw talking to Burnfeather. Quickly she made her way past them. Maybe it was kind of true that she sort of maybe probably had a teensy little crush on Burnfeather. Okay fine, she had a over the top crush on Burnfeather. But no biggie . . . was it? She bumped straight into her daughter. "Ravenpaw, we have got to stop doing this."

Ravenpaw shuffled her paws. "Sorry." She twitched her tail. "Do you have a crush on Burnfeather?" She widened her eyes. Burnfeather was a good cat, and he would be *perfect* for her mother. "Burnstorm! Burnstorm!" The she-cat giggled. "Or how about Wolffeather? Stormburn? Wolfburn? Stormfeather?"

Wolfstorm sighed. "Enough, Ravenpaw. Though did I hear a rumor that you and some SoulClan tom are together? I was just joking," she added after she saw her daughter's face. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 04:34, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

(Is that a hint at Raven x Storm?) Hawkpaw moved past the arguing cats and towards where Ravenpaw and Wolfstorm were talking. Hawkpaw swore that she heard Ravenpaw say something along the lines of '*Burnstorm!'* Hawkpaw couldn't help but chuckle. *Love has become a priority in this Clan!* She thought, but her tail dropped a little when she thought about it. *I'm never going to be able to have kits, or a loving mate.* Her thoughts, once again, strayed dangerously close to that strange SoulClan tom.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:54, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather rolled his eyes when Ravenpaw began making a million names for him and Wolfstorm. He didn't like Wolfstorm in that way! But when he saw her nearby his heart did a little skip and his pelt grew hot.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:35, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight didn't even really hear Ravenpaw teasing her mother and her mentor, she was too focused on trying to stop thinking about Speckleflame being *gone*. It hurt her heart so much, so barely noticed when Palmpaw snuggled against her. Leopardkit and Spicekit qwere curled up in the curve of Palmpaw's belly, fast asleep. *The family isn't complete anymore.* -

"Hawkpaw is ready to tke on full resposiblity as a medicine cat!" Echostar snarled at Snowleaf, her white pelt bristling and her lips drawn back in a snarl. "She preformed brilliantly in the battle *and* she was eager to help! Unlike you, her mentor for StarClan's sake!" Echostar knew she was being harsh, but Snowleaf had no idea what she was doing, not making Hawkpaw a full medicine cat!

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:47, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

(Assuming we can roleplay them now...lemme know if we can't yet, Sandy!) Whitekit, active as per usual, bolted from the nursery, amazonite colored eyes wide and gleaming with energy. His pale coat, boasting carefully black-tipped individual hairs, glowed in hte light of camp as the heat bore down onto him. He was thankful for the lightness of his coat, or rather, he should be. Whitekit scrambled onto a rock, where he eagerly glanced about camp to find something to entertain himself.

Camp seemed unusually active in the eyes of the large kitten. Things seemed aggressive, but he was well-aware that was typical for cats within his clan. But he had no interest in petty arguments: he seeked entertainment!Silverstar  00:58, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

"Whitekit! Get back here this instant!" Mousefern called shrewdly after her only tom-kit, her tail flicking to and fro impatiently. "Your not allowed out at this hour! It's almost moonrise!" *Why is he such a pawful? I guess he is his father's son...* Mousefern took a glance down at her two other kits, Foxkit and Violetkit, who were shuffling in the nest, their mouths wide open in stretched yawns. Mousefern wasn't going to Speckelflame's burial, not just because she had barely known him in her time in SunClan, but also because she had kits to care for. *I guess I'm looking after Leopardkit and Spicekit... Thanks Mistflight,* Mousefern thought with annoyance, knowing her fellow queen would never miss her mate's burial. *I know what she's going through... I may as well have lost Whitewhisper.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:54, September 28, 2017 (UTC)*

The shaded tom flattened his ears in disappointment as he glanced back at his mother with a wide frown. "But I'm not tired!" He called back to her with a small whine, rolling off the rock dramatically and flopping onto the ground, thick fur along his spine pressing into the dry earth. Besides, now that his sisters were safely tucked away in their nest, Whitekit had the opportunity to go out and play all on his own! Even if it was in the middle of the night.Silverstar  11:56, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

Foxkit, who had begun to dose off, stirred, woken by the yowls of Mousefern and Whitekit. She slowly opened her amber eyes, blinking a few times until they came into focus. Standing up, yawning, Foxkit stretched a few times, then blinked up at Mousefern. "Whitekit's outside? Can I go outside too?" **The light will always overcome the dark** 18:27, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

(nope I was being random) Ravenpaw's face grew red. "Um . . . see ya Mom! Gotta go do . . . hunting stuff with Burnfeather. Bye!" She sped off, her heart pounding. It wasn't some SoulClan tom she had herself in a tizzy with--it was an AshClan tom. The only way she knew about AshClan was because her sleepwalking nights. Often she found herself just inside AshClan territory, and usually the tom on duty was the one to escort her back. She had fallen for him, and his dreamy face echoed in her mind.

Wolfstorm shook her head. *Well, let me think. Oh, it's moonrise now. Time for everyone to be tucked in!* "Attention! If you are not on night patrol, you must retire to your nests for a good night sleep so you can be alert for tomorrow! That includes warriors, apprentices, kits, queens, and medicine cats! Sleep tight, and don't let the fleas bite." With that she padded off to her cozy little nest. *Wait, Ravenpaw was heading out . . . and . . . oh, no, she's out there alone! But I'm sure the night patrol will find her.*

(she bumps into her crush from AshClan here, so yeah) Ravenpaw ran faster. She wasn't on the night patrol, which meant that she would surely get in trouble should she be caught. Her heart pounding, her paws thrumming on the sandy floor of SunClan territory, running faster and faster until she bumped into something furry. "Oof!" forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 21:12, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight picked herself up from outside of the medicine cat den and ushed her kits into the nursery, flattening her ears when she heard Mousefern scolding Whitekit for going outside of the nursery. "Hello, Mousefern," she greeted half-heartedly. "Can you please look after Leopardkit and Spicekit while I go to the burial? They're too young to come, unfortunately." -

Mousefern sniffed, breaking off her heated conversation with Whitekit and Foxkit. "I have no choice, do I?" Without another word she nestled Leopardkit and Spicekit towards her, before saying to her own kits roughly, "set these two an example for once, will you? I don't want them turning out like my siblings did." -

Echostar left Snowleaf and bounded over to join Wolfstorm, a grave look in her eyes. "Are you coming to the burial?" She asked. "I'm sure Speckleflame would love it for you to be there."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:40, September 28, 2017 (UTC)

Spicekit wobbled over to Mousefern, squeaking up at her with bright eyes. Did she have food? He smelled food! "Hungry!" he mewed. His first word ever.

"SunClan is beautiful..!" Rainwisp breathed as he padded alongside Hawkpaw, gazing around with amazment. Instead of cool undergrowth tripping his paws, warm sand bathed them under a bright dawn sky. *The sky...!*  *Light!*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:51, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw chuckled softly. "It is beautiful. I don't understand how you SoulClan cats and AshClan cats can live in the darkness of the forests!" She stuck her tongue out to show her displeasure at the thought. "I can't imagine living in the forests..." She thrust her head towards the dip in which SunClan camp was. "That's my home. No trees to block out the sunlight!" She added, leading the way at a jog. -

Mousefern nudged Spicekit closer to her belly grudgingly and asked Leopardkit whether she was hungry or not. When the younger kit said no Mousefern nudged all of the kits closer so they could sleep. "Keep it down," Mousefern murmured kindly to her son. "Do you want to bring the whole of SoulClan on top of us?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:51, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

"Yes I know! That's one of the worst things about SoulClan! It's so dark all the time! I've always wanted to see the sky so bad, to be in the light.." He quickened his pace with Hawkpaw, relishing the wind blowing through his fur. He felt more alive than ever..!

Spicekit gladly ate until he was full snuggled close to Mousefern, purring. He liked Mousefern! She was so nice!

Firepoppy led Dezi into SunClan's camp, then yowled, "Yo, Echostar! I found this dude who wants to join!" She gave Dezi a sidelong grin.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:52, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

((Please don't roleplay my characters. Whitekit is NOT grumbling or at all being grumpy, he's only being a kid. ;) )) Whitekit gave a roll of his vibrant eyes. "Don't worry, mom! I'll set a great example, so they turn out to be just like me!" There was some sort of glowing pride in both his grin and chest, puffing himself up as if he was trying to intimidate his opponent. But, as his mother nudged him closer, he squeaked in alarm.Silverstar  19:38, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Mousefern couldn't hold back a purr, but her blood went cold when she heard Firepoppy's yowl. *Is Whitewhisper the one she found?* Mousefern's hopes died immediately when she peered outside of the den and saw a british shorthair. *Oh Whitewhisper, will I ever see you again?* She nuzzled each of the kits in turn and began to tell them their bedtime story. The kits always asked for one. But tonight, Mousefern only told the tale half-heartedly, her mind distracted with thoughts of her lost love. -

Echostar glared at the stranger next to Firepoppy, who returned her glare relentlessly. "What's his name?" She asked Firepoppy abruptly before she drew in a sharp breath. He smelled of rogue. *I wonder what he's here for?* -

Dezi glared heatedly back at the silver and white she-cat, then at the auburn she-cat next to her. *"What's his name?"* The silver and white she-cat snapped and Dezi opened his mouth to reply first, but he realized the she-cat was speaking to Firepoppy. -

Hawkpaw lead Rainwisp into camp and bounded towards Echostar, Rainwisp on her tail. "Who's that?" She wondered aloud, but then her blood went cold. Firepoppy was standing in front of the stranger, her claws unsheathed. *Don't attack Echostar!*

*"*Be careful," she murmured to Rainwisp. "I'll see if we can get around to the medicine cat den without being spotted." *I hope this doesn't go terribly wrong.*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:13, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Whitekit, immediately distracted as his mother began to tell a story, sat upright with his eyes wide. And then, of course, he slowly began to doze off, frequently shaking himself awake to hear the rest of his mother's story. After a while, he flopped on one of his sisters out of his exhaustion without a moment of hesitation. He yawned, but glanced up at his mother with round, worrisome blue eyes. "Momma? Why'dya seem so sad?"

The concerned kitten wore a large frown, although his entire frame was relaxed as sleep constantly murmured his name. But he refused to sleep just yet --- something was bothering his momma!Silverstar  23:26, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

"You wouldn't understand, I'm afraid," Mousefern told her son. "You never met your father, after all. Now get some shut-eye. We have a big day tomorrow." Mousefern nestled down and curled around the kits protectively, pretending to drift off to sleep.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:37, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

"His name is *Destiny.* But he prefers Dezi," Firepoppy snapped, forcing her fur to lie flat, placing herself protectively in front of Dezi, although she was sure he could protect himself. Did Echostar have to be so rude? "He wants to join," she said, flatly.

Rainwisp slowed to a walk when he peered into the SunClan camp. Echostar and a golden brown she-cat appeared to be arguing or something. Unease pricked beneath his fur.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:38, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar smirked at Dezi. "*Destiny,*" she sneered. "Does he really want to join the Clan? He seems like a failure." She shook out her fluffy pelt and tilted her head as Dezi gave a snarl of fury.-

"Do you really want to mess with me?" Dezi snarled at the silver and white she-cat, his muscles rippling beneath his pelt. HE flattened his ears against his head and added threateningly, "I'll join even without your permission." -

Hawkpaw pressed herself reassuringly against Rainwisp and muttered, "Come on. I've figured out a safe way." She beckoned to him with his tail and they went behind the dens, keeping low to the ground. From her time training as a warrior, Hawkpaw knew the basics of stalking.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:44, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

"This doesn't need to end in a fight!" Firepoppy protested, standing up tall, only reaching her leaders shoulder, and puffed out her chest. "Let him prove himself worthy of a place within our Clan and the name of a warrior. Challange him - do whatever you have to do to let him prove himself!"

Rainwisp nodded and padded close to Hawkpaw, still uneasy with the fight. "Does your Clan fight often?" he asked, wondering right after if that was rude.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:58, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. "Ever since Echostar became leader, SunClan has been known for turning on each other more than the other Clans." She looked Rainwisp right in the eye. "I grew up when the Clan was divided, when one side supported one warrior, the other side the other warrior. They were arguing over who should have been deputy. One side was a warrior named Vixenheart, the other side supported Rockwing, who was chosen in the end. Now, unfortunately, I think the Clan is divided over whether Wolfstorm is the right choice for the new deputy." Hawkpaw shivered. "I just want less fighting."

"What about SoulClan? Do they ever fight?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:04, September 30, 2017 (UTC)

(dancingdude is of soulclan :P) "Oh..." Rainwisp frowned. SunClan had seemed like the perfect Clan to him, but it appeared they had their problems. But that didn't matter, he still felt an odd longing to be there - he could help them! But he pushed the thought aside. "Well... yes, they did, a lot. Our leader, Larchstar, caused many conflicts and even broke many rules... some cats sided with him out of fear or they believed they were doing the right thing; others wanted to get rid of Larchstar. But recently... Larchstar has changed... like... *dramaticlly.* He's like a completely different cat now, and since then... there's been less conflict, less fighting..."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:13, September 30, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw was a little jealous of SoulClan, but she brushed it off. "SunClan is stil great," she meowed softly. "We just have a sort of 'bad temper' thing."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:22, September 30, 2017 (UTC)

Rainwisp nodded. "I understand. All Clans have their troubles...Things will get better for SunClan at some point, they will."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:10, October 1, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw sighed, "I hope so. Oh! Here, go in there. I made that hole in the den wall last moon," she admitted as she slipped into the medicine cat den, Rainwisp on her tail. She gestured towards the patient nest, which was now empty. "Get yourself comfy," she sighed, immediately checking the herb stocks.

"Snowleaf won't be sleeping in here tonight, so I'll tell Echostar in the morning. Almost the whole Clan is going to Speckleflame's burial. I'm not. Echostar won't let me," she added bitterly. She wanted to say her goodbyes to Speckleflame too, Echostar just thought ti wasn't safe to leave the camp without a medicine cat, especially when the deputy and leader weren't there. And Hawkpaw couldn't deny that.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:30, October 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Hey! I'm the medicine cat, I know more than you do how Hawkpaw's doing and her readiness!" Snowleaf pointed out. "I'll make her full medicine cat when she's truly ready." She walked away, and prepared some lavender for the burial. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 00:35, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw glanced expectantly at Rainwisp. "Are you comfortable?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:38, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, I'm comfortable," Rainwisp replied, settling into the nest. "What should I do first?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:36, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw repiled smoothly, "you just rest. I'll try to be quiet, but I have to sort through these herbs." She gestured with her tail at the herb stocks. "Snowleaf get's rather angry when there are dead herbs in the piles." -

Echostar glared at Firepoppy. "You can help him settle in," she snarled, lashing her tail. "I have better things to be worrying about." *Like clawing that rogue's throat out.* But she pushed that thought away.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:51, October 6, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm stared uncomfortably at Echostar and Firepoppy. Tentatively she stepped forward and drew herself up. "Hello, Dezi," she began, forcing herself to look into his fierce eyes. "I'm Wolfstorm, and I'm the deputy around here. I'd like to know a little more about you. If Echostar approves, we'll be seeing a lot more of you." She waved her daughter over. "This is my daughter, Ravenpaw. Ravenpaw, this is Dezi."

Ravenpaw shrugged. This dude wasn't much of a looker, and actually looked like he knew how to use his claws. If any she-cat—or any cat for that matter—rubbed his fur the wrong way, they were in for a nasty surprise. "Oh hey," she murmured indifferently. "Nice to meet ya."

The auburn she-cat licked Ravenpaw around the ears, then padded off to Speckleflame's body. *I still can't believe he's dead.* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:12, October 7, 2017 (UTC)

Dezi glared after Wolfstorm, his hackles raised, but his gaze softened a teensy bit when he looked at Ravenpaw. *She's only a little older than a kit.* He looked expectantly at the silver and white she-cat and then meowed through stiff and gritted teeth, "so can I join?"

Echostar thought fora moment, her anger swelling by the second. "Look, after the burial I'll hold a ceremony for your apprentice ceremony." She knew it would annoy both Firepoppy and Dezi, since Dezi seemed about thirteen moons old.

Brokenfoot eyed Echostar carefully as he guarded the entrance to camp, his ears perking up occasionally when he heard one of the elders muttering about burying Speckleflame. Brokenfoot had been a warrior at the time Speckleflame was born and he had had a sort of affinity towards the prickly tom.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:44, October 7, 2017 (UTC)

She could be marked as somewhat of an outcast from Sunclan, lacking the aggression and emitting much more of a gentle and mysterious aura. Gentle and beautiful in her wake, some rumored that Galaxystorm was actually a being created by the congregation of StarClan, to spread their wisdom and best-kept secrets. She looked like StarClan, after all.

No, no, it wasn't true: Galaxystorm had a real family. It was broken and split up...but it was still family. The quiet molly slunk forward with fluid movements, her eyes fixated on the freshkill pile. All of the recent camp commotion had kept her from sleeping, so she was going to grab a midnight snack before taking a catnap. She'd be going out on patrol first thing in the morning.Silverstar  01:51, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

Brokenfoot watched Galaxystorm admiringly, his thoughts straying dangerously close to asking her to hunt with him, *alone.* He had a mate, kits even! But he did have to admit her preferred Galaxystorm over Dripclaw, who had become the bully lately...

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:35, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

She settled for a mouse, deciding that it was best not to overeat before returning to her slumber. Galaxystorm stalked off and lay by herself, beginning to eat her freshkill. Her mind drifted to her best friend, Shadowstorm -- where was he yesterday? They had been due to meet up and have a chat from across the borders, but he didn't show. Concern washed across the molly's face. Was her best friend ok?Silverstar  11:53, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

"He already knows how to hunt and fight," Firepoppy hissed in annoyance. "He just needs a day to learn the warrior code then he'll be all good." It was kind of werid. She was dodgedly loyal to Echostar and never dared speak against her, but here she was, arguing with her, defending a rogue.

Palmpaw rose to her paws and left camp on a limp. She knew she shouldn't be out and about, but she wanted to be anywhere but camp. Bitterness rose in her throat as she padded slowly through the sand. Her dad was dead. Her best friend told her to get lost. Her mom had new kits to worry about. She couldn't train anymore. She sucked in a deep unsteady breath and faced the horizon. *Firepoppy told me to get lost? So I'll go get lost.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:10, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

Echostar whipped around and faced Firepoppy with a fiery and enraged glare. "Do not defy me, Firepoppy!" She snarled. *I thought she could make a loyal deputy if Wolfstorm died... Obviously I may have been terribly wrong.* She threw a spiteful look at Dezi, who threw her one back, before she sighed dramatically.

"I guess it may be okay," she muttered, flattening her ears to her cranium. She had to make it look like she was forced, otherwise many would think she was just a weakling in general. At least if she feigned being forced, her Clan would hopefully stand up for her at the ceremony.

"It will be done," she decided through gritted teeth, still pointedly glaring at both Firepoppy and Dezi. -

"Palmpaw!" Mistflight called anxiously after her oldest kit, worry tightening her chest until she could barely breathe. *What if she gets lost out there? It's a big world and Wolfstorm hasn't gotten around in showing her the whole territory...* "Palmpaw!" She padded over to the entrance of camp, spying around for her kit. She would go look for Palmpaw if she did not respond, even if it meant missing the burial. *Speckelflame wouldn't want me to let Palmpaw go.* A lump of grief formed in her throat. *I love you, my hero. And I will never let you down.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:17, October 11, 2017 (UTC)*

Firepoppy glared back, a sort of calm anger burning off her pelt. "Very well, Echostar," she said, dipping her head stiffly.

Burnfeather twitched his ears when Mistflight called out Palmpaw's name in the camp entrance. He ripped his gaze away from the argument and padded over to Mightflight. "Is everything all right?" he asked, concern edging his mew. "Is Palmpaw lost?"

Palmpaw didn't hear her mothers calls, she was too faraway. What was the point of going back if Speckleflame was dead? Oh wait, he would've just yelled at her for being stupid if he was still alive. Why should she go back, for Firepoppy? Who was too weak to stay friends with her, letting others order her around? Mistflight? For a moment Palmpaw's step staggered, not because of her leg. She considered for a moment going back. For Mistflight. Could her mother cope with the pain of losing her mate and daughter? Mistflight was one of the only cats who hadn't been... mean, you could say, to Palmpaw. She never lied. She was a great mother. But she pushed the thought away. Mistflight had new kits now. She'd be fine without Palmpaw.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:03, October 11, 2017 (UTC)

*No, Shadowstorm has to be alright.* Galaxystorm firmly told herself as she began to eat her late-night snack. She paused, staring thoughtfully at her meal for a moment. *Although, he can be somewhat foolish...* The constellation-like molly shook her head before continuing to eat. *Nonesense. I need to stop worrying.*Silverstar  02:24, October 13, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight shook her head. "Palmpaw left camp," she rasped at Burnfeather, her eyes wide and pleading him to come with her. *I could use his company... He might as well be my brother.*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:26, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Burnfeather stared at her with huge eyes. "She left?" How had Palmpaw even managed to stand with her broken leg? Why would she leave camp? "We've gotta find her." He studied her, a small frown on his face. "Do think think you could help?" Of course, Mistflight had to be worried sick about Palmpaw, but was she in too much grief to be out and about? He shook the thought off. It'd probably be worse if Mistflight stayed behind.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:38, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Galaxystorm found herself taking a restless nap after finishing her snack, waking a few hours later. She left on her solo border patrol, and regardless, found herself wondering over to AshClan borders. Was she looking for Shadowstorm? She....wasn't sure. She kept on her side of the border, and continued with refreshing the markers.Silverstar  03:11, October 16, 2017 (UTC)

Oasisbloom sat near the nursery, quietly observing camp. The Clan seemed to be doing all right since the days after the battle, SoulClan hadn't sought out vengeance. Yet. Her eyes fell onto the kits who play fought together, having a ton of fun. Affection for them welled in her chest, which was dampened by a twisting pain. She let out a hollow sigh and curled her fluffy tortoiseshell tail around her paws.

Spicekit had grown bigger and stronger already and was charging around camp. He crept up on the warriors den and slipped inside, then glanced around, sure no one was looking, then snatched a piece of moss from one of the nests and raced across camp behind a rock. He was stealing random objects from around camp, including bedding. So far he got a someones mouse, a rock, a pile of bedding, and a cool shell. He poked his head out from behind the rock, looking around camp, plotting his next move.

Palmpaw had returned to camp and remained on bed rest. Her leg had already healed very well, but she still had to be very careful. She lie outside of the medicine den, glaring at Firepoppy, who watched their new Clanmate - that dumb tom. *I see she had no problem replacing me.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:14, October 31, 2017 (UTC)

(note that this is soon after Palmpaw ran off) Wolfstorm panicked when she heard. "She *what?*" cried the she-cat. Her own apprentice . . . had ran off? Oh bad. Oh bad. Oh bad bad bad! This was not good. Not good at all! She started pacing. "Have any of you seen him?"

Ravenpaw shook her head, her head screaming *RUN!* She had never seen her mother like this. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 05:05, October 31, 2017 (UTC)

Dezi knelt close to the ground, desperately trying not to grin. *Firepoppy has no idea what's coming for her.* He watched carefully as she leered over him, smiling. He pushed upwards and knocked her off her paws and they rolled around for a little while, before they stopped with Dezi on top, grinning down into Firepoppy's face. (Okay Patch this bit wasn't in our plan but it's a little drama). He developed a little bit of feeling for the pretty she-cat, but his plans remained clear in his mind. *Take her, have kits, leave.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:53, October 31, 2017 (UTC)*

(perfectly fine) Firepoppy stared up at Dezi, a warm feeling in her chest and her heart sped up. She stuck her tongue out at the tom then kicked him gently, but firmly off her, then raced toward him, planting her small front paw on his chest. "You're a good fighter!" She felt the feeling like she was being watched and scented Palmpaw. With a twinge of guilt, she pushed her friend to the back of her head and focused on Dezi.

Violetkit padded close to the camp wall, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She carried a white feather between her teeth, and she was very proud of her catch. Spicekit watched her closely, eyeing the feather in her mouth, then he tackled her. He was already bigger than her, even though he was younger. He flattened her to the ground where she let out a wail cut short. She dropped her feather. Spicekit sprang off her and snatched the feather, racing away with it.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:49, October 31, 2017 (UTC)

"Spicekit!" Mousefern shrieked, her pelt standing upright as she stalked over to the little tom-kit who had just tackled her daughter. Violetkit had scurried over and was cowering beneath her fearsome mother. "Give me that feather," she ordered him snappishly, her tail lashing in her anger. No one took something from her kits! "*Now*."No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:07, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit huddled beneath her mothers belly, trembling and whimpering a little. It took her a long time to find that feather, and she loved it, and Spicekit hurt her paw when he jumped her.

Spicekit stared at Mousefern for a long moment, torn, just a little, on what to do. He actually really admired Mousefern buuuuuut he really admired this feather, too. "No!" he shouted at last, then sprinted away on his tiny paws and hid behind the boulder where he horded all of his stolen prizes.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:14, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Mousefern made a sound mixed with a dangerous yowl and a choking sound, before turning to the little trembling figure of Violetkit. *I have no idea how Mistflight has managed her kits on her own. I can handle my own, but I guess their not much of mouth fulls...*

"Go play with your littermates for a bit, sweetie. I'll go get your feather." The bad tempered queen shooed her little kit away towards where Whitekit and Foxkit were, before she stomped over towards Mistflight, who was grooming Palmpaw while watching Dezi and Firepoppy train with a misty look in her eyes. That always told you she was thinking of Speckleflame.

"Mistflight!" She yowled, stalking over to the queen. The gray she-cat jumped to her paws, fur bristling, misty eyes gone. Palmpaw looked up and flinched away; it was well known that Mousefern was a feared asset to SunClan.

"Your rascal of a kit has hurt Violetkit! That tom... He won't grow up well, I tell you, if you don't get him under control." -

Mistflight bared her teeth at Mousefern. They may have been friends, but talking this way about the kits thrust a wall in between the queens. "I can raise my kits however I like, thank you very much!" The gray warrior snapped, her temper rising as Mousefern opened her mouth to retort.

"Shut that mouth before I do it for you!" She took a threatening step forward, unsheathing her claws and digging them into the dirt. "Look, Mousefern. How do you think it feels, *watching* your mate die? *Watching* the father of your sunrise old kits? It feels terrible... I'm trying my best, I really am." -

Hawkpaw shuffled around the medicine cat den, her gaze occasionally locking with Rainwisp's. The tom had been visiting a little more regularly than he had informed her of, but it worked. He helped her and Snowleaf with herbs, and Snowleaf didn't care! Of course, the three were the only ones who knew about it.

"Hey, Rainwisp?" She locked gazes with him again and looked away, visibly blushing. "Mind helping me sort these herbs? I'm a little confused on them all... I haven't seen many of them before." She shuffled her paws, a little embarrassed. Snowleaf had found new herbs and Hawkpaw had no idea what they were or what their purposes were. -

Leopardkit slithered up behind her brother, eyes slits. She had grown a lot in the passed few sunrises and she already matched Burnfeather's shoulders. She had watched Spicekit steal Violetkit's feather and she wasn't okay with it. She leaped and twisted mid-air, grabbed her brother's shoulders and yanked him backwards, her eyes trained on his neck. She had... kinda been training. In battle moves, to be precise. She loved hunting as well, and it gave her an edge.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. (the sig glitched a little)

Palmpaw stood shakily to her paws and glared defiantly at Mousefern. "Go back to your hole, Mousefern. All kits do stupid things sometimes. He'll get bored of it, then return it at some point, then you can smack his tail," she defended her little brother, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth when she pictured her siblings, Spicekit mostly.

Rainwisp nodded, rising to his paws and trotting lightly over to SunClan's medicine cat apprentice. He sniffed at the leaves, a painfully sharp scent biting his nose, then all of a sudden, gave a huge sneeze that scattered the leaves all over. He stared around him in dismay. "Ooh! I didn't mean to do that!" he quickly went to work, gathering them back up in a frantic pile. He had been visiting SunClan's medicine cats so much recently, and... it actually felt good. Even though he didn't talk to anyone, he felt like he belonged, just being in the sun all day, feeling the rock and sand on his paws, having Hawkpaw as friend. It was perfect.

Violetkit padded toward Foxkit and Whitekit, her tail trailing low to the ground and feeling like her mother told her to get lost. She knew Mousefern cared, that's why she was yowling at Mistflight right now. *But I don't* want*her to yowl at Mistflight.*

Spicekit let out a high-pitched squeal and slammed his hindpaws into his sisters belly. *She's a good fighter! But I'm bigger and stronger!* He spun around and tackled her.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:14, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Hawkpaw." Snowleaf turned to her apprentice. "It's time for you to become an apprentice. You've trained hard, and you're ready for it. Though we do have to wait until the next half moon."
--***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:01, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Whitekit hung away from the arguing queen and the other litter. Anger boiled within his belly, so he kept himself a far distance from Spicekit, set on protecting his sister. It was just a feather -- sure, it was, but it was his *sister's* feather. That little thing of ownership made it all that more special. If it was up to Whitekit, he'd smack that tom silly! Teach him some manners, show him how to treat a lady!

Awkwardly, the growing heavy-set-buff-kit turned towards Violetkit, a concerned expression on his features. He couldn't hold back the rage burning in his gemstone blue-green eyes. "You ok?"

Galaxystorm was now lingering near the AshClan border, curiously sniffing the borders. Still not old, but it couldn't hurt to refresh them...especially if her daft friend, Shadowstorm, decided to go stumbling over them again.Silverstar  23:24, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenpaw couldn't wait for her warrior ceremony. Though she was already twelve moons, she had to train for at least another moon. *It's not fair. I'm perfect, and Burnfeather knows that. Why can't he just tell Echostar to make me an apprentice* now*?* She kicked at the dust, creating a dust cloud that nearly hit Wolfstorm.

Wolfstorm spotted Palmpaw. "Palmpaw, good to see you! You want to go training? Sorry if I sound overeager." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 23:28, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit nodded to her brother, trying to appear strong, but her eyes felt watery and she turned her head away so Whitekit couldn't see. "I'm perfectly fine. I can just find something else to call my own."

Palmpaw staggered away from the queens, desperately wanting to get away from it. She was completely fine with defending her mother, but not Spicekit. He didn't deserve her defense. "I can train again?" Palmpaw asked, turning her head so she could look at Wolfstorm with her good eye.

Burnfeather had been a bit anxious since Palmpaw had tried to wander away by herself. She had been all right when they had found her, but very distant. He didn't know what she had been planning - maybe she was trying to leave the Clan? Even though he and the apprentice didn't get along well, the thought of her being gone made his heart heavy. He spotted his own apprentice, Ravenpaw, then padded over to her. He lifted his tail and waved in greeting. "Why don't we go training? We can hunt too."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:23, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw felt shock wave through her as her mentor spoke and she dipped her head and meowed, "thank you." She turned to Rainwisp and purred softly. "I'll help you. This *is* my task." She began to help the handsome medicine cat sort through the drifting herbs. -

Leopardkit snarled and clawed her brother's face, little droplets of blood being shaken off by her brother. "Sorry!" She gasped strongly, tackling him and pinning her paws strongly on Spicekit's chest, moving her left one against his neck, shoving his head towards the ground.

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred.*

Raccoontail had wandered out of AshClan territory, in a bit of a daze, just enjoying the sights around him and ignoring the smells. Then he walked past a few jutting rocks, and a tail-length in front of him stood a striking cat. Her pelt was black, speckled like the stars in a night sky. Her SunClan scent bathed his tongue and he realized with dismay, he had crossed the border. He froze up, as still as the rocks around him, as if he hoped she wouldn't notice him.

"Thanks," Rainwisp stifled an affectionate purr and soon they had all the leaves piled up again. He turned to Snowleaf, looking uncertain. The medicine cat didn't *seem* to mind having an extra paw to help out, even if he was from different Clans. *We're all medicine cats though. We're free to help anyone, no matter where we're from.* "What kind of herbs are these?"

Spicekit squeaked in a mix of terror and pain and crumpled to the ground, shivering like he had been brutally beaten. Just because Leopardkit had given him a scratch.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:37, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Leopardkit leaned down and snarled in her brother's ear, "that's what you get for stealing." She snatched the feather away and bounded out from behind the shadows and towards Violetkit. "Hey, Violetkit! I heard this was yours?" She placed the feather at the tiny she-cat's paws, a grin playing on her gorgeous features.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred.

Violetkit stared at the feather on the ground, then looked up to the pretty cat in front of her, then glanced away, afraid of meeting her eyes. "It was mine, but Spicekit can have it if he wants. I don't mind." She was grateful that Leopardkit had gotten her feather back for her, and it made Violetkit feel a little better, but if Spicekit really wanted it so badly, she'd feel so guilty.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 16:59, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

The overwhelming scent of AshClan practically smacked the gentle-natured speckled she-cat in the face. She wrinkled her nose in disgust before catching the intruder: a warrior. Honestly, she had expected the daft weirdo to first cross the border to be Shadowstorm, so this came as a surprise to her. Nonetheless, Galaxystorm semi-crouched and slithered over to Raccoontail, before springing at him with full force. She firmly placed a paw on his chest, although was yet to unsheathe her claws. Bloodshed wasn't necessary.

"Can't you smell up your own territory, AshClan guy?" She glanced down at him, although there was no rage in her eyes. Her tone, however, was loaded with sarcasm and had the slightest edge of harshness. She had to ensure that her message was made clear, and that he didn't think trespassing was ok and funny.

Whitekit admired Leopardkit for her willingness to step forth, so he decided that it was ok to leave his sister's side at this point. The shaded silver tom turned his back on the conversing kittens and shouldered his way out of the nursery. Now, to find something interesting to do...well, now that he was getting older, those kit activities of pouncing on leaves and chasing his own tail were growing really boring. Embarrassing, even. He needed excitement!Silverstar  20:20, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf dipped her head. "I'm going to go get some herbs. We're low on some juniper berries," she said. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:49, November 2, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail didn't fight as the warrior knocked him over and planted her paw firmly on his chest. He stared up at her with his large yellow eyes. She hadn't really hurt him, and she didn't sound like she wanted to murder him that much. "Oh, ok. I know, I mean, I'm usually really good about respecting the borders, but today, I was just wandering around, not paying much attention to anything and I wound up here. Haha! isn't that funny? But uh I can go now," Raccoontail stammered throughout his speech, anxiously wondering if she'd believe anything he just said.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:19, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

...what? He had stammered through so much, and spilled out such a long speech that Galaxystorm got a little lost. She assumed he was sorry, based on the shock in his round optics. Guilty, she stepped off so he could speak clearer. Mean and scary wasn't her thing, even if she was a SunClan warrior. "I didn't mean to terrify you, I'm sorry..." Silverstar  01:55, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail got slowly to his paws, careful to not surprise her with any sudden movements, feeling slightly dizzy. "Oh, no, no. It's fine, I'm not scared. I've got more pride than that." He puffed his chest out. "I just feel really stupid for crossing the border."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:16, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

He was strange, to say the least, but she found it somewhat amusing. With a humored twitch of her whiskers, Galaxystorm chuckled softly. "You're a spunky one, aren't you?" Her voice sounded more curious than playful, and her eyes remained cautiously on him. "Pride, eh? Don't see how a cat can be proud with that AshClan stench." Silverstar  02:25, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw glared at Racoontail through the bramble thicket at the border. Needleclaw won't be happy! She thought, her tail swishing excitedly. Think of the drama... She had lied about needing the dirtplace in a training session with Yewcloud and Oakpaw, but this was too good to miss. -
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:02, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

(the scene with Oak & Yew should be in AC's rp) Raccoontail gave a snort of disbelief. "Haven't you smelled *yourself* lately? I smell like flowers," his mew was playful, and he relaxed a little, but remained somewhat wary of her. "What's your name? I don't remember meeting you at any Gatherings before."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:53, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

(oh yeah. I'll put it over there)
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:39, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Allowing herself to lighten up, Galaxystorm let out a light-hearted laugh. "Starclan, i hate to smell the flowers you've been sniffing." She never recalled meeting Raccoontail either. It wasn't against the code to talk and make friends, otherwise all would be guilty. "I'm Galaxystorm. I'm friends with Shadowstorm, he's in your clan."Silverstar  03:20, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Twilightpaw felt like revealing herself, but she'd make it look like she was patrolling the border. She backed up slowly and padded in a circle, crouched low to the ground before standing up tall and sniffing along the border, as though she was checking to see if any trespassers had been by lately. "Raccoontail!" She called, feigning a surprised look. "What are you doing over there?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:48, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

"Nice to meet you, Galaxystorm. Cool name," Raccoontail said, a kind smile on his face, before bowing a little. "I'm Raccoontail." He nodded to his striped tail. "On, you're friends with Shadowstorm! He's pretty cool, likes flowers..." he suddenly froze at the sound of a voice coming from AshClan's side of the border. He tried not to look panicked as he turned to see who it was. It was a well known fact AshClan were always ready to spring into battle, he hoped this meeting wouldn't provoke one. Raccoontail gave a tiny sigh of relief when he spotted Twilightpaw. She couldn't cause a battle, now could she? "Oh, it's fine, Twilightpaw. I walked over the border without noticing. I was about to leave," he mewed, but felt a longing to stay and talk more to this warrior. She seemed very... interesting... *Twilightpaw's supposed to be training with Yewcloud... Why is she at the border, of all places?*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 05:09, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

"Needleclaw won't like it!" Twilightpaw chirped, her paws churning the ground in fake nervousness for the tom. She knew Needleclaw had feelings for him and she wasn't about to let the tom have a fling with another she-cat so soon! "I'll take you back to where I was training. I won't say a word, I promise." She twitched her tail as Raccoontail shot the strange starlit warrior a longing look. They've been here talking for what, two minutes? And he's already wanting to stay... Twilightpaw thought, glaring at the SunClan cat.
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:57, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

"Unique name for a unique cat," Galaxystorm glanced at his tail. Maybe not overly creative, seeing that his tail was similar to that of a 'coon, but it was still interesting nonetheless. She let out a minuscule sigh at the mention of Shadowstorm's flower-loving. "Yeah, he's a strange one...but still a good cat." However, as the apprentice glared at her, she returned the fiery glance. "I wouldn't go glaring at me, apprentice. Your friend trespassed, and I let him off without drawing blood. Should it have been a different SunClan cat, things wouldn't have gone nearly as well." Thereafter ignoring the apprentice, Galaxystorm gave Raccoontail a friendly nod. "It was nice meeting you."Silverstar  14:12, November 4, 2017 (UTC)

Raccoontail ignored Twilightpaw for a moment and gazed back at Galaxystorm. "Nice meeting you too. Maybe we'll see each other around again," he mewed before waving his tail in farewell and turning away, although he felt the odd need to stay and talk more. It was so rare to meet someone not shaped and controlled by battles. *I hope we see each other again...* When he reached the border he passed Twilightpaw then padded a few tail-lengths away until he was hidden from the SunClan warriors view. "I don't care if you report it to Needleclaw, maybe I'll do it myself. It was my own mistake." He sniffed, looking annoyed. "Return to your training, your mentor will be worried." Then he continued to pad away, Galaxystorm still on his mind. She said she was friends with Shadowstorm, maybe he could ask the warrior about her.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:40, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw turned to Rainwisp worriedly and told him, "it's almost sundown. You should be getting back to your home." She brushed her muzzle against his affectionately. "I'll see you later!"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:10, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Good-bye!" Rainwisp chirped, feeling the warmth of her muzzle on his. "I should see you next time at your ceremony," he smiled at her, then slipped away from camp, through the sands of SunClan's territory. With the sun setting, the world seemed to be so much colder now. "Hey you!" he heard someone call from behind him. He froze, turning to see a tortoiseshell she-cat trotting towards him, halting in the half-light. Her eyes were mildly surprised. "You're SoulClan?" she asked, not even asking what he was doing on her territory.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:21, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpaw waved her tail in farewell before purring as she turned to Snowleaf. "I'll go get the berries." She bounded out of camp towards the berry patches south of camp.
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:28, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Um, okay then," Snowleaf said. (are we allowed to do a timeskip to Hawkpaw's mc ceremony) --***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:02, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

(go ahead, i can make a different page for that to happen on) "Rainwisp," the gray tom replied, uneasily watching the pale tortoiseshell. Her ears seemed to drop a little and that almost desperate look disappeared from her eyes. "Oh. I thought you were someone else." She pricked her ears suddenly, eyes hardening. "What are you doing on SunClan territory? Get out of here!" she sprang toward him, ready to attack, but he was already bolting away, over the border, safely in SoulClan's territory.

Oasisbloom glared after the tom, an empty feeling in her heart. *Why did I think it was him? Don't do that again, it'll only make things worse.* That tom had looked a lot like her son; his stripes were a bit different, so were his eyes. She really believed it was him for a moment. *But his name had Sky- not Rain.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:53, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Snowleaf brought Hawkpaw to the Moonpool. "I, Snowleaf, medicine cat of SunClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of a medicine cat, and with your help She will serve her Clan for many moons," she said. "Hawkpaw, do you promise to uphold the ways of a medicine cat, to stand apart from rivalry between Clan and Clan and to protect all cats equally, even at the cost of your life?" --***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 14:57, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Galaxystorm stumbled back to camp, although her head was seemingly in the clouds. Raccoontail...he was an interesting cat, she liked how willing he was to start up a casual conversation, rather than fight with her over the borders. She wished he was in SunClan, so they could talk on the daily.

Her thoughts were disrupted as she practically tripped over Whitekit, who yelped in alarm. "Watch where you're going, Galaxystorm!"Silverstar  15:27, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit took her feather and hid it in the nursery under her nest. She padded back out of the den, tasting the air and feeling a little bored.

Oasisbloom returned to camp, looking subdued before lying next to the nursery, where she usually was to be found, keeping an eye on the kits.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 19:23, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"I do," Hawkpaw meowed, her heart thumping in her chest. She was going to be a full medicine cat!
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:36, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Hawkpaw, from this moment you will be known as Hawkpool. StarClan honors your kindness and curiousity, and we welcome you as a full medicine cat of SunClan," Snowleaf mewed. --***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:56, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

As they returned to camp, Hawkpool was still marvelling at the ceremony. She had met so many StarClan cats, and her new name was beautiful... She couldn't wait to tell Rainwisp! He'll be so happy! Maybe they could talk for a little afterwards... No, Hawkpool, she told herself inwardly. That's taking it too far.
But she couldn't help have small feelings towards him. They were so close... And they had that connection... Perhaps they were best friends? She hoped that's what her feelings for him were. No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:08, November 6, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm saw Hawkpaw arrive back from her meeting. "Hey, Hawkpaw!" she beamed. "You get your full name yet?" *I know I was excited when I got my full name . . . And then it all went downhill . . .* She shook those thoughts from her mind. "I should be sleeping . . . I feel so tired nowadays." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 01:47, November 18, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah she did! Her new name is Hawkpool," answered Snowleaf.
***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:30, November 18, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit sat nearby the medicine cats with her feather and pricked her ears in interest. What was it like to speak to StarClan?
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:32, November 19, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight felt the furious gaze of the SoulClan cats meet the patrol cats', so she moved closer to Ravenpaw, whom the SoulClan tom had an eye on. "Be careful," she whispered before stalking up to the front of the patrol. Yes she had kits to care for, but they were weaned and could look after themselves for ten minutes, after all, the SoulClan border was pretty much next to the SunClan camp! "What are you doing?" She hissed at the blueish tom, who stood proud and tall: He must be Skippingstone's son. -

Stormpaw pushed Whitepaw lightly back behind him, keeping his head high. He must've looked like a leader, because he spotted a young apprentice looking at him with an astonished glare. Whitepaw moved closer until their pelts were brushing. Stormpaw barely noticed, he was too focused on Ravenpaw and the angered gray she-cat. "We were merely patrolling, such as you were," he told her calmly.
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:37, November 19, 2017 (UTC)

"Make sure you don't cross the border then," sniffed Ravenpaw. "One step out of line," she threatened, "and you might lose your fur." The apprentice slid out her claws, trying not to panic. She never wanted to talk to others; she was antisocial and didn't like confrontations. She made sure her face was neutral and did not show any fear. These SoulClan cats couldn't know that she didn't want this. "Now aren't you going to continue with your patrol?" she hissed. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:24, November 20, 2017 (UTC)

"Now are you, too? I will not leave until I know that your patrol will not cross the border." Stormpaw's voice softened as he spoke to Ravenpaw, knowing that she tensed at his look. It wasn't pity, he was only caring for her. He felt that tug, the tug he always felt when he was around Whitepaw. Except, this time, it was stronger than all of the ones he felt with Whitepaw combined... He mentally shook himself out.
"I hope for you to have safe travels, guided by StarClan." He looked upwards, as if to seal his point. "Dark times are ahead of all the Clans, all the medicine cats seem on edge. Hawkpaw especially." He had let himself slip it out too much at one time.
"I mean, she was edging at the last gathering. I realise though, that this is not the time for gossip. I bid you all farewell, and hope to see you at the gathering." He looked pointedly at Ravenpaw, hoping she understood the look. It meant: 'We need to talk at the gathering'.
He nodded respectfully to Mistflight, before brushing his head on Whitepaw's shoulder, telling her move. They trudged away, anger scented in the air quite vividly, coming off of Whitepaw.
"What's wrong?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:04, November 20, 2017 (UTC)

"You pushed me back!" Whitepaw snarled, coming to a halt. "You handled it well, but you don't get to control my actions for me!" she lifted her head defiantly, rage bristling her fur. "If I want to speak to them first, you let me! I know what I'm doing, I could have done even better than you!" A longing to go back to the border and glare at the SunClan cats threatened to tug her paws. She noticed the way Stormpaw was looking at that she-cat, and she didn't like that look.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:49, November 20, 2017 (UTC)

"Ugh," muttered Ravenpaw. She saw the way the tom was looking at her. It didn't register with her. What was it, pity, joy, love? What was love anyways? She never understood it. "That tom's so full of himself. I don't get him." *And why did he give me that look? That look . . . meant something.* She shook her head, so confused, and grumbled, "Let's just continue with this stupid patrol." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 17:54, November 20, 2017 (UTC)

Rainwisp padded across the border toward the SunClan camp. Despite all his instincts telling him it was a bad idea, and he was being disloyal, he just couldn't stop himself. He knew it was wrong, but he felt truly at home in this harsh territory. SunClan was healed up from the battle with SoulClan, but he wanted to see Hawkpaw. He had grown fond of her. *She's my best friend.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:10, November 23, 2017 (UTC)

Galaxystotm was itching to see him again. She shifted awkwardly among her clanmates, her meeting with Raccoontail at the border a few days back had become a happy burden. It weighed down her shoulders like a boulder, but made her feel light on her paws. Perhaps they'd meet again?

Whitekit was eager to grow up. The tom with black-tipped fur felt too big for the nursery, it was too tiny to house his games anymore. He stumbled out of the nursery, pale orbs narrowing. Hmm... maybe he could have his fun in a different den today. He could pass for an apprentice, right? Only one way to find out. Silverstar  23:49, November 23, 2017 (UTC)

Mousefern cackled inwardly as she watched her massive son leave the den. He was way too tall... Meh. It didn't bother her. He would be the perfect warrior, like his sisters. -
Hawkpool scented the air as she made her way out of camp again, smiling shyly at Wolfstorm, before bounding over to a juniper berry patch, a few badger lengths off to the south of camp. The scent she picked up made her heart leap into her throat.

"Rainwisp!" She called to the tom, before hurtling over to him and brushing her nose against his cheek in greeting. Her friend nuzzled her back before she asked him, "why back so soon?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 04:02, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

(@Patch @Sandy is it okay if Snowleaf comes in) --***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:47, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

(maybe in a bit. wait an see what sandy wants to do) Rainwisp hurried over to Hawkpool, nuzzling her cheek. "Oh... I thought I check and see how SunClan was doing. And maybe we could gather herbs together? There's one herb - juniper - that's been eaten by the frost in SoulClan."

Violetkit huddled close to her mother, watching Whitekit leave, then nuzzling her face into the moss. She was a little frightened to leave the nursery or her mothers side because of Spicekit. He seemed to be obsessed with tormenting her. He didn't do anything too bad, mostly just made fun of her.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 16:02, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

(Okay)
***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 17:34, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

(@Holly maybe in a little bit to call Hawkpool back into camp and she sees her with Rainwisp? They rest is up to you)-

Hawkpaw uttered a chuckle. "Here's some!" She gestured to the juniper, which was in perfect condition, thank StarClan. She nipped a little bit and passed it to Rainwisp. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I got my full name. It's Hawkpool now." She puffed her chest in pride; Rainwisp and Snowleaf were the only ones she wasn't her shy self around. "'I'll show you a juniper patch that is closer to the border."
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:18, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

"Hawkpool," Rainwisp murmured. "That's a nice name." He nodded, pelt prickling. "Thanks for the juniper. And that'd be great." He glanced around the warm moor, wondering if he'd see that one cat again. That encounter was sort of weird. *I wonder if she found who she was looking for.* "Do you happen to know this cat? Well, I think you do, she's in your Clan. She's a tortoiseshell - I think a warrior, maybe an elder. But last time I was here, she saw me, thought I was someone. Did you lose a Clanmate?" he asked, or more so blurted out a bunch of words that didn't make sense to his ears.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:01, November 26, 2017 (UTC)

Hawkpool answered as she lead Rainwisp over towards where the second juniper patch was, "I think you might mean Oasisbloom." She lashed her tail, a dark thought coming over her. "She hasn't left camp for days... But she's the only cat that matches your description..." She shook her head. "I'll ask her."
"Hey! What's this?" Hawkpool bounded over to a glow in a small ditch and she recoiled as the light shone in her eyes. "What in the name of StarClan," she breathed, slowly creeping forward to investigate. A small purple and blue, glowing herb was planted at her paws, the light blinding. She scooped a little up in her paw and clambered out of the ditch and dropped the herb at Rainwisp's paws.

"Any ideas?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:33, November 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh," Rainwisp mewed curiously, but the thought left once Hawkpool found the strange herb. He blinked at it, then leaned in, giving it a sniff. "I - I've never seen this sort of plant before," he mewed, amazed. "I wonder if it can cure anything?" he muttered more to himself, poking it lightly with a claw.

"Can you tell me a story?" Violetkit shyly poked her mothers flank with a soft paw, staring up at her with large blue eyes. She was a tiny bit worried she might be being annoying.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 04:14, November 26, 2017 (UTC)

Moving lightly on her paws, as if she was floating within the clouds, Galaxystorm exited the warrior's den, her heart feeling unusually warm. But, she was more focused on that feeling in her belly-- that stomach-twisting anxiousness. She couldn't wait until the Gathering -- for once in a long time, Galaxystorm was feeling impatient! She wanted to talk to Raccoontail again, maybe she could meet him and talk to Shadowstorm as well?

Whitekit peered into the apprentice's den, his colorful sea-blue eyes glowing with amaze. Whoa, it seemed so much bigger than the nursery! He kind of wanted to enter it...explore a bit, pick where he'd put his own nest in the upcoming moon. Well...he could always just say he 'fell' or 'slipped' in.Silverstar  04:06, November 29, 2017 (UTC)

Mousefern nuzzled Violetkit softly. "Of course sweetheart." She began the story of her leaving SoulClan and finding Whitewhisper. Her heart cracked a little more. -

Echostar yowled to the sky, "all cats gather below for a Clan meeting!" She started, without waiting for everyone to settle down.

"The gathering is tonight, as you all know. Anyone can come, but Dezi and someone need to stay behind and guard camp." She flicked her tail and jumped down to the entrance of camp. "We leave soon. One of you come and let me know it is time to leave."
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:33, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit snuggled closer to her mother and quietly listened, a little shocked. "I never knew you were once a SoulClan cat," she mewed, thoughtfully. "Do you have any family there?" *And what was dad like?* She had heard her mother speak of him sometimes, and Violetkit knew he was a great warrior, and she was proud to be his daughter. She wished she could have met him.

Firepoppy kind of wanted to go with the patrol and show off at the Gathering, maybe kick a few SoulClan butts, but her heart told her to stay and help Dezi. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she made her way over to Echostar, dipping her head slightly. "I'm staying behind to help Dezi," she informed her, just as Burnfeather stopped beside her and glared wistfully at Firepoppy.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:11, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

*Just gonna send it.* Raising a paw, Whitekit took a big step forward and flopped into apprentice's den. He landed in an uncomfortable position, but immediately beamed as he rose to his paws and shook the dust from his shaded pelt. He was in! This was great! He'd only taken one tiny step, and it was already great! Now, to explore that mess of a den...

Galaxystorm jolted in her place, tossed out of her focused thoughts as her leader spoke up. Yeah, the Gathering was tonight, but...what if Raccoontail wasn't permitted to go? What if *she* wasn't permitted to go? That couldn't happen, she wasn't able to go last time...Galaxystorm had to sit it out because of the thorn in her pawpad. She shifted in place anxiously, eyes darting around camp for a distraction. Well, she was getting hungry...Silverstar  03:56, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Of course, Firepoppy," Echostar meowed to the she-cat, before glancing around camp. "We will leave for the gathering in ten minutes." She noticed Burnfeather and dismissed Firepoppy, looking at the tom apologetically. "Are you okay?" She wondered, for a minute, whether or not Burnfeather was having she-cat issues with Wolfstorm, perhaps Hawkpool and she had to restrain her purr. Hawkpool was medicine cat anyway, but Echostar was a little bit curious. -

"I used to have family in SoulClan," Mousefern told the little she-kit. "I have no idea whether or not they're still alive." She paused for a moment, still remembering the day when she had saved Whitewhisper... The day she knew she'd love and lose. Her voice cracked a little as she continued the story, just reaching the part where she met Whitewhisper. "Your father would have been proud of you and your littermates, Violetkit."
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:30, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

(maybe burnfeather and dezi can be rivals?) Firepoppy nodded to Echostar, then hurried off, leaving Burnfeather behind. Burnfeather searched for words. "Oh, yes, I'm very fine. I'm just a little concerned about Firepoppy..." closing his eyes, he lashed his tail dismissively. "I'm just being a little overprotective, is all." He wasn't sure about that new cat Dezi. He was still new to the Clan, and Firepoppy seemed to be growing *very* close to him, and Burnfeather didn't like that. *You have to be sure you can trust him first, Firepoppy.*

Warmth spread from her heart to the rest of Violetkit's body at the thought. *Even me?* She wasn't very brave, or courageous, or smart, or fast... she couldn't imagine someone being proud of her. Sometimes she wished she was more like Whitekit... he was strong, he wasn't afraid of anything. "What happened to him?" she asked, quietly.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:01, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

(that'd be interesting... Sure they can be rivals) Mousefern felt her voice crack again as she told Violetkit. "Your father was in exile from the Clans. He would have been killed if he had returned. So he told me to go to SunClan with you kits and raise you here. I-I have never seen him since."
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:13, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit felt a twinge of disappointment. So she would never meet him. Then the disappointment was replaced with a dull sense of outrage. "Why was he in exile?" she asked, her anger at the Clans melting for a moment. Her father hadn't broken the warrior code, had he? He hadn't *killed* someone, had he?
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:10, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm padded around to see her daughter returning with a look of disgust on her face. "All right. I know that face. Something's up, and you can't lie to me and say nothing's up." She gave Ravenpaw the look until the she-cat gave in.

"It's *Stormpaw*," she hissed. "He's annoying, he's from another Clan, and I hate him."

"I see no—" She cut off as Ravenpaw gave her a hardcore death glare. Oh geez, this was going to be intense. "Well, let's see how this works out. Meanwhile, I'm kinda unsure about Dezi." *He seems like a nice tom, but when have Firepoppy's instincts ever turned out something good?* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 23:51, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

(OK) "Hawkpool! Where are you? Come over here, help me sort out theses herbs," ordered Snowleaf.

--***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:33, December 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Your father was exiled because someone placed the blame on him that he killed a Clanmate," Mousefern explained quietly. "But he did no such thing."
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:40, December 2, 2017 (UTC)

Violetkit felt that spark of anger return. Why would someone do something so terrible? She was tempted to ask Mousefern who had framed him, but she remained silent, worried this might be upsetting her. "Do you think we'll ever see him again?" she asked instead. Well, she more meant 'will we ever meet him.'

Firepoppy padded over to Dezi, tail held high. "Hey, I'm staying behind to help you guard camp," she announced, cheerfully. Even though he hadn't been part of the Clan long, she felt like he was her best friend. She held back a flinch when an image of Palmpaw went through her mind. *I'm not allowed to hang out with her anymore, anyway,* she decided, quickly.

Palmpaw limped out of the apprentices den, searching for her mentor. She spotted Wolfstorm nearby, with Ravenpaw. Despite her gloomy mood, she put on a bright face and trotted over on three legs. "Can I go to the Gathering tonight, Wolfstorm?" she asked, hopefully. She nodded to her leg, which was still looking a little awkward, not healing the right way. "I can walk fine now, I can manage the trek to the Gathering place." It would be nice to go to the Gathering again, and maybe she could make some new friends. Firepoppy ignored her now, obsessed with that "Destiny" dude, the other young cats were too young for her to really have fun with, barely out of the nursery, and she had a feeling Ravenpaw didn't like her that much.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:18, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfstorm sighed, looking at her apprentice's leg. It wasn't healing properly, and she wasn't sure if it was going to get better or worse. "Oh boy . . . um," she stuttered. "I dunno, your leg's being kinda funky, but if you're sure you can do it . . . then I'll see about it. Don't overexert yourself. I already spent too long without my apprentice. I don't need more time away." Turning to Ravenpaw, she saw her daughter's face with an expression of "please-don't-mention-*him*-while-she's-here." She ignored Ravenpaw and hissed, "I seriously don't see the problem with Stormpaw!"

Ravenpaw flinched as her mother quickly embarrassed her. "Mom!" she growled. "I don't need you babying me!" She stepped closer towards Wolfstorm. "And I don't see the problem with *Dezi* anyways!" The apprentice stepped back, smug as she finished turning the tables on the deputy. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 16:35, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw's heart leaped with an odd feeling of joy, and she nodded quickly to Wolfstorm. "I'll be careful." She pricked her ears at the mention of Stormpaw. There was no Stormpaw in in SunClan. "Who is Stormpaw?" she asked, scowling when Ravenpaw mentioned Dezi. *He's not Clan born, he seems too full of himself, and he stole my friend. Firepoppy doesn't even look at me anymore.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:16, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Yeaaaah, freedom, woohoo! With a chunk of the Clan gone for the Gathering, Whitekit had full access to a majority of the dens he never had access to during typical days. He was done fumbling through the apprentice's den, it was time to take it to a *new* level: Echostar's den! Not like Whitekit could really help it (or so he would claim), rebellion and curiosity was part of his nature. Scrabbling out of the apprentice's den, the shaded tomkit darted for the Leader's den, sticking to the shadows to sneak around his clanmates.Silverstar  02:05, December 5, 2017 (UTC)

Spicekit was sleeping and there weren't many cats in camp now that they were at the Gathering, so Violetkit decided it was a good chance to have some sort of fun. It was dark out, but that wasn't a big deal. She padded quietly out of the nursery, pricking her ears, alert for any sounds. She heard a fox cry in the distance and felt a strange surge of excitement at the thought of finding where it was at, yet a prickle of fear tingled her pelt at the same time.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:44, December 6, 2017 (UTC)

Palmpaw limped into camp, trailing her Clanmates in the way back, moving very slow with her head and tail down. She let out a gusty sigh when she saw Spicekit, squealing with laughter as he teased Violetkit. Jealousy made her pelt burn as she plopped down in the shadow of a rock. She was really depressed. She had been so hopeful and excited last night at the idea of searching for new friends, but it had failed. Palmpaw couldn't bring herself to speak to anyone, except those two apprentices who seemed to ignore her most of the time, and no one came over to her. *Some cats are destined to be loners. I guess that's my place in life.*

Scropionshade cleaned his paws, then looked up to see Spicekit messing around with Violetkit *again*. Why was he so obsessed with tormenting her? When would that kid learn? He scowled and abandoned his grooming and made his way over to the broad-shouldered kit and roughly grabbed him by the scruff and lifted his away from where he had taken a rock Violetkit had found. The little she-cat quickly dove in and raced away with the rock. *Your welcome,* Scropionshade thought smugly, when Spicekit started to wail loudly. Alarmed, Scropionshade dropped the tom kit "Mama! MAMA! Scropionshade hurt me!"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:18, December 26, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight hurried towards her paling son and snarled in Scorpionshade's face, her tail lashing so hard over his back she swore she heard his spine give a little *crack*. "Damn you," she told him simply, "damn you so many times for laying a paw on my kit." She picked Spicekit up with gentle care and carried him back to the nursery, where she set him down in their nest. Leopardkit was still fast asleep. Mistflight growled to her youngest kit, "there isn't a scratch on you. Tormenting Violetkit is about as wrong as it gets, by the way." Yes, she was being hard on him, but he needed the extra teachings. He wasn't nearly as easily convinced to obey as Leopardkit was.
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:19, December 26, 2017 (UTC)

Spicekit gazed up at Mistflight with huge eyes. "But mama, she's stupid."

Scropionshade glared after Mistflight, tensing his muscles and following, ready to give her a piece of his mind. He stopped just outside the nursery to avoid getting a smack in the face. "I barely touched him! He's a little drama-queen. I *carefully* lifted him away from her rock." Well, maybe he had been just a tiny bit rough when he *carefully* lifted him, but he hadn't hurt the little monster.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 16:02, December 26, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight growled at Spicekit, "no she's not." She heard Scorpionshade's voice and spun on her heels, teeth bared, until she heard what he said. "I know he isn't injured now... But how could I know that at the time?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:22, December 26, 2017 (UTC)

"Whatever," Scorpionshade muttered. "Just... just please watch him closer." He felt a little awkward around Mistflight, she had recently lost her mate and he honestly didn't know what to say... Should he say anything? Did it matter? Or should he keep his mouth shut. "How have you... been?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:55, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

Mistflight felt that familiar pit of despair rise up to claim her, and struggled to fight it back. She held out long enough to whisper-wail, "I don't know what to do anymore." Her voice cracked and she turned away from Scorpionshade, hate, fury, confusion and grief wreathing themselves around her mind, turning her body into an object of despair. Mistflight felt her legs buckle beneath her, but she managed to continue standing, her voice strangled, "why do you care?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:50, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

"You're my Clanmate. I should care." Scorpionshade flattened his ears, mildly concerned. She was taking Speckleflame's death badly, it appeared.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:41, December 30, 2017 (UTC)

(Wasn't my post) Whitekit prepared to enter the leader's den, but promptly hesitated in his gait, an ear angled towards the nursery from where all the ruckus sounded. StarClan... He was due to be an apprentice, and was more eager than ever with all the drama. Without a moment of hesitation, he rushed into the leader's den to begin his exploration. Silverstar  23:10, February 28, 2018 (UTC)

(Guys it was a new user I'll take care of it)

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 00:45, March 1, 2018 (UTC)

Mousefern curled up tightly in her nest, swathing her tail back and forth, back and forth... She watched the kits play, but noticed Whitekit was there with his sisters. *Probably exploring,* she thought gruffly. *Good on him.-*

Mistflight stayed close to Spicekit and Leopardkit for the rest of the day, making sure that neither of them tried to sneak away to torment the younger kits in the Clan. -

Hawkpool found herself fantasizing over when Rainwisp would next show up. *Ugh, I hate being lonely.* She quickly noticed the herb piles at her paws, and continued sorting. *I hope he comes around soon...*

(I can't be bothered to edit a section for Echostar, but I will when I get home from school)

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:39, March 7, 2018 (UTC)

(@Sandy is it ok if snowleaf "confronts" hawkpool or tells her stuff or whatever you call it about rainwisp?) Snowleaf stared at her former apprentice. "Everything okay? Lately you seem...blank," she said. "If anything's bothering you I'll be happy to help. You just gotta tell me, you know?" She slowly padded away, sorting her own pile of herbs. *I hope it's not something with me. I just hope I'm not being a bad denmate to her. It would surprise me if I were.*

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 20:29, March 13, 2018 (UTC)

(@holly sure!)
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:39, March 16, 2018 (UTC)