FrostClan/Roleplay/Archive 1

(I'm just going to start this roleplay but if the admins don't want it started delete my edit) Fernfrost was settled down in the nettlepatch in camp, sorting through her new herbs she'd collected. *Okay, we're a little low on comfrey and burdock root, as well as catmint...*

"Catmint!" She gasped, realising she'd only collected one clump of catmint. *I can't believe I didn't notice!* She scrambled to her paws, scattering her herbs. *I'll sort through them later,* she thought dismissively. *Right now, we need catmint. I mean, it's almost leaf-bare!*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:41, September 1, 2017 (UTC)

Splashstar watched as Fernfrost scrambled out of her den. "What is it this time?" She muttered to herself.

Her paws carried her in front of the she-cat. "You can't leave! There are herbs to be sorted! If our Clan members get hurt, and you are out there in la la land, what are we going to do?" She unsheathed her claws. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

"Brackenheart! Go hunting! With Ebonypaw! And I don't want to repeat that!" Wolfclaw ordered. He lashed his tail and turned around. "Oh, there's Fernfrost, arguing with the leader *again*. Will you ever stop?" ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 20:11, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

Splashstar bristled. "Why did I ever make you deputy? You can't make me stop," she snarled.

Splashstar felt anger boiling inside of her. She was a great leader, how dare her Clan question her? Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Kestrelkit spotted Fernfrost arguing with Splashstar . . . again. However, the neatly sorted herbs were sitting inside the den, waiting to be messed up. So, like any sane cat, he jumped into the herb pile, squealing and rolling. Finally, he made dirt in the den as a bonus gift. Then he ran off towards his loving mother and sister, who always understood him. *They'll understand.* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 20:33, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

(i'm assuming brackenheart is accepted then, but lemme know if i'm wrong. also, kestrelkit is so cute <3 just like my kittens) Brackenheart leaped to his paws, startled out of his doze when he heard his name. He glanced around with a puzzled look. "Huh? Did someone want me?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:20, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

(oh whoops i added brackenheart into the allegiances but i forgot to reply to your comment lol) "Hey, I wasn't even talking to you. I was talking to Fernfrost," Wolfclaw pointed out. "Brackenheart! I said go hunting with Ebonypaw! Or if you prefer to go alone that's fine with me because I honestly don't care." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:30, September 2, 2017 (UTC)

"Oh, okay," Brackenheart replied, itching a spot behind his neck before looking for Ebonypaw. *Who stepped on Wolfclaw's tail?*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:56, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw glanced over her shoulder and imediately blushed as she realised Brackenheart was looking for her. *God why do I have to have a crush on him?*

"Brackenheart! I'm coming!" She called, racing across to the older cat. *Why is he so ridiculously handsome?*

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:24, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Hi," Brackenheart greeted her with a smile. "Wolfclaw has assighed us to hunt." Beckoning her along with his tail, he led the way out of camp, ignoring the tension in the camps air. "Where would you like to go?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 05:10, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

*Gotta act cool, gotta act cool...* "The cliffs," Ebonypaw answered, purring slightly. "it's almost sunset as well, so..." She stopped, blushing. *I'm an idiot.* She trotted beside Brackenheart, holding back something really weird she wanted to say.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:18, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfclaw stared at Brackenheart and Ebonypaw. *They better be going soon*, he thought. He slowly walked away in the other direction. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:20, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"That's a good idea, there should be mice out aroung now, and it's beautiful there at sunset," Brackenheart mewed light-heartedly. He gazed curiously at Ebonypaw for a moment before shrugging it off. She seemed distracted. *Not a big deal.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:00, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

*What else can I do?* Wolfclaw thought. He didn't really have any friends but guess what? He didn't care. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 14:16, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw followed Brackenheart to the cliffs, trying to register something to say. *It'll come out dorky,* she told herself firmly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:00, September 3, 2017 (UTC)

"So how's your training been going?" Brackenheart attempted a conversation awkwardly as they walked. He had never been that amazing at coming up with great topics, and he hated small talk, yet always tried making small talk. *Why do you make small talk when you hate it? You're dumb, Brackenheart.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:22, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay," Ebonypaw replied honestly. "I mean, the thing is that my mentor (can anyone roleplay her mentor because she currently doesn't have one) is too busy mooning over unimportant stuff, so I've been training myself." She shuffled her paws a little.

"And the includes learning about herbs, you know, in case of an emergency the medicine cat cannot be there for. Fernfrost is happy to teach me a little!" She added hastily, picking up her paws higher when she felt them tingle. *I hope you don't think I'm stupid after this, Brackenheart.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:18, September 4, 2017 (UTC)*

(problem is that there aren't that many cats in FrostClan and all of them are all doing something so I have no more cats for Wolfclaw to yell at because who would yell at a queen) Wolfclaw saw that Splashstar and Fernfrost were still arguing. "Besides, you're not the medicine cat, Splashstar. What if the herbs run out while Fernfrost is sorting them?" he called out. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:22, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

(i can probably make a cat as her mentor) Brackenheart couldn't help but look back at the black molly, surprised and half admiring. "You teach yourself? That's amazing!" he was going to say more when suddenly there was a tree banging into the side of his head. He rubbed his scrapped cheek with a paw and kept walking, not that embarrassed. "But your mentor sounds irresponsible. You should talk to Splashstar about it, she could find you a better mentor."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:30, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

(okay) Ebonypaw was thoughtful. "I might, actually," she decided. "But I *have* enjoyed teaching myself," she admitted. *Oh Brackenheart, you're so handsome and smart.* She blushed and realised how vibrant it would be against her black pelt.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:46, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

"That's cool. I have no idea how you pulled off teaching yourself, but great job! I've seen you use your skills before," Brackenheart mewed as the walked, not noticing her blush. *Hey, maybe she'd even be my apprentice. That would be cool.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:49, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

"Uh, Brackenheart," she started awkwardly, blushing again. "Would you, like to mentor me?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 23:55, September 4, 2017 (UTC)

"I'd love to have you as my apprentice," Brackenheart purred. "Why not later we talk to your mentor and Splashstar about it. I'm sure they won't mind too much." It would be excting to have an apprentice again. He had had one before, but he was made a warrior.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:37, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay!" Ebonypaw breathed excitedly, her tail laying across Brackenheart's back and she blushed *again*. She felt her pelt grow hot, but she didn't care, Brackenheart didn't pull away from her, and she liked it.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:37, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart gave her a sideways grin. They trugged on through thin brush then Brackenheart spotted the ground suddenly dropping away. There he was met with a rank scent, faint, but still there. Narrowing his eyes, he moved his muzzle close to her ear. "Keep a watchful eye not just for prey. Coyotes were around not too long ago," he whispered, then pulled his head away and gazed across the landscape. It wasn't rare to find Coyotes at the cliffs, but it was usually only a stray, there were at least two or three different scents. Apprehension tugged at his fur, but he reassured himself with his own words. "Scents faint though. They were probably here last night or this morning."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:48, September 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Daisypad! What have you been doing? I had to send Ebonypaw with *Brackenheart* because you weren't with her! We've talked about this, I hope I don't have to repeat it!" Wolfclaw yelled as soon as he spotted Daisypad. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:10, September 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Hmm? Who?" Daisypad looked up from the shiny shell she had found by a stream eariler that day. It was a pretty mottled tan with a smooth glossy beauty to it. She had to stare at it every now in then. "Ooh! Sorry, yeah, I'll do something with her soon."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:09, September 7, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw puffed out her chest. "I remember on my third day as an apprentice, while I was training myself for battle, a Coyote snuck up on me! I fought it off though," she added proudly and she blushed when Brackenheart gave her an admiring look.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:43, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Impressive," Brackenheart murmured, glancing at the young molly again. *She's really something, ain't she?* he thought, light-heartedly. "But two warriors can't take on a pack of coyotes. They can be deadly," he swallowed roughly as the memory of a elegant white she-cat with black points came to his mind, making his heart feel hollow. He'd never shake the image from his mind that stalked his dreams of the events that happened that day. *I'm not letting myself break down in front of Ebonypaw,* he told himself stubbornly, shaking the emptiness away. "Let's scout around," he said, staying low with pricked ears and glided like a snake through the grass.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 17:19, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

*He has that glint in his eyes again... Why is he thinking about Frosty?* Ebonypaw pressed herself against Brackenheart reassuringly, glancing up at him with loving eyes.

"I can't imagine losing my mate like you did," she murmured to the tom. "Are you ready to move on though?" She had pretty much asked the question, he just had to search through her eyes to figure out what she meant.

Ebonypaw suddenly paused. "Get down!" She hissed, dragging Brackenheart into the nearby bushes. Two dog-like creatures raced into the place where the two cats had just been standing.

"Coyotes!" Ebonypaw breathed; she hadn't seen one since she had fought that one she had told Brackenheart.

"Should we fight them? There's only two of 'em."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 20:08, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart was taken aback by Ebonypaw's question and a fresh pang of loss throbbed in his heart. He was so caught up in his inner pain, he hadn't payed attention to the scents around him and was surprised and shocked when Ebonypaw shoved him into a scrubby bush. He held his breath and peered through the thin leafy covering to spot the two coyotes sniffing the spot they had been a moment before. Brackenheart eyed them warily, a dim anger burning in his throat. He wanted to rake his claws down their flanks. He wanted to get rid of all the coyotes in the world for what they did to Frosty and his kits. The creatures had not harmed his children, but he was a rogue not long ago, he had to give them up to a she-cat who had the milk they needed. Who knew where they were now. "... We will wait. Thre could be more lurking around. If we have no choice, we will fight."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 20:29, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Answer my question after we deal with these stupid dogs," Ebonypaw spat. Suddenly, she felt a huge weight crash into her and she was thrown back against a tree, a Coyote crouching over her.

"Get away from me you stinking moth-ball!" Ebonypaw screamed, raking her claws over the dog's eyes before leaping and twisting mid air, landing in the middle of the dog's shoulder blades. She reached forward and claws the coyotes face relentlessly.

She hoped Brackenheart was okay... Brackenheart! The split second she raised her head to call for the tom, the coyote threw her off and she landing on the ground with a thud. Her head smacked against a rock and stars popped in front of her. *This is the end, isn't it? This is how I'm going to go...* She went limp.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:13, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Rage flared in Brackenheart. That stupid coyote hurt Ebonypaw! *I'm not letting her die too. I can save her!* He had failed to reach his love in time and ever since he had felt guilt over her death. But Ebonypaw would survive. Without any other thought, Brackenheart let out a hiss of pure rage and threw himself at the coyote. He slashed his claws down its face, spattering his pelt with it. It howled and bit into his leg, but he barely felt the pain. He ripped it free, teeth gritted and kept lashing out in a mad frenzy at the creature. It was a small one, probably young. Its whines of anger turned into fear and it reeled away to take a breather. Brackenheart stood huffing for a second when the second coyote came to aid its pup. *I can't take on two.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:29, September 8, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw opened her eyes and all she saw was a blur of movement. Her head spun and ached terribly, but she got to her paws gingerly, her vision clearing slightly.

"Brackenheart!" She screeched, rushing forward and tackling the pup coyote. "I'll take this one!" She leaned in and whispered in the dog's ear, "you're dead." She reached her claws down and clawed the coyote's neck fiercly, her head spinning as she. *I'm going to pass out again aren't I?* She fell off the coyote's back and scrambled to her paws, backing away slowly, her hackles raised and her fur bristling like crazy. She felt the blackness creep up on her and she stumbled and fell on her back, leaving her underside exposed. *I'm dead.* She watched the coyote lean in, teeth bared and paws pressed against her throat.

*Kill me now and get it over with...*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:55, September 9, 2017 (UTC)*

Brackenheart fought with the adult even though he didn't think Ebonypaw should be taking on any coyote. He swiped its muzzle, then glanced over his shoulder to see the pup hovering over Ebonypaw. With a yowl of fury, Brackenheart dived toward it, determined to not let the apprentice get hurt.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:16, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw saw Brackenheart racing over to her, and she croaked as he got nearer, "we have to retreat, I can't fight it anymore." She collapsed and felt a gentle tugging on her fur as Brackenheart hauled her away from the coyotes. She let the blackness take hold of her.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:24, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart sprang for Ebonypaw, grabbing her by the scruff and pulling her away as fast as he could, wincing when the coyotes bit his tail as they chased. At some point they gave up though and Brackenheart returned to camp, both he and Ebonypaw covered in blood. She was treated by the medicine cat and made a nest in their den. Now Brackenheart anxiously dozed outside, waiting for her to wake.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:53, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw opened her eyes gingerly and noticed a herby tang in the air. She instantly felt frightened. "Brackenheart!" She wailed, her throat dry.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 02:56, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart leaped to his paws instantly, eyes wide and startled. He rushed to the medicine den, ended up hitting his head on the wall a mouse-lenth from the actual entrance, then pushed his way into the den and crouched down to Ebonypaw and gave her a reassuring lick on the neck. "It's okay. We got attacked by coyotes. You're in the medicine den. You're okay," he mewed, feeling more relieved than ever. Ebonypaw lived. *She's okay.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:06, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Thank StarClan you're alive," Ebonypaw murmured in Brackenheart's ear. "I wouldn't have been able to survive without you. I need you, Brackenheart."

She felt her heart burst with love for the tom.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:08, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart let out a rusty purr, resting his chin on the apprentices head for a moment. "I thought you died," he said, mew thick with emotion. "But you're okay. I'll always be there for you, Ebonypaw."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 03:13, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Thank you," Ebonypaw breathed before licking Brackenheart over the ears lovingly. "I'm really sore and tired," she admitted softly.

"Could you sleep with me? I'll think you're dead if I wake up because I'll have nightmares about you being killed..." She trailed off and rested her head on her paws.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:18, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart gave her a stiff nod. "Sure. Yeah I'll stay here," he mewed. She stood up and paced a circle for a moment beside Ebonypaw's nest, then settled down, heart aching for the she-cat. She had nightmares of him dying, she nearly died... *Ebonypaw's been a great friend of mine since I joined FrostClan. I don't know what I'd do without her...*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:44, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"You better," Wolfclaw growled at Daisypad. "I know you do not want to see me any angrier than this." ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:47, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Daisypad shrugged, looking back at her shiny shell. "I don't really care if you get angry, so whatever," she yawned, softly batting the shell with a paw.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 12:54, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Heat and anger rose in Wolfclaw. He turned around and walked away towards the leader's den. "Splashstar! Daisypad is being a real pain and she's not mentoring Ebonypaw! Please change that apprentice's mentor now or tell Daisypad to go mentor her apprentice!" he shouted. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:01, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Fine, change her mentor. I really don't care," Daisypad shrugged once more as Wolfclaw demanded Splashstar change Ebonypaw's mentor. "I never wanted to be a mentor anyway. I wasn't ready."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:08, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

"*Fine, change her mentor. I really don't care." "*See? Even Daisypad herself agrees with me!" Wolfclaw exclaimed. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:11, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

Daisypad couldn't help but giggle at Wolfclaw's words. Swiftly, she got up, kicked earth over her shell and darted out of camp to get herself in trouble.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:13, September 9, 2017 (UTC)

(Sorry my brother had the computer all day for like 7 days straight) Splashstar sprang up. "I do agree that Daisypad needs to start mentoring her apprentice," she snarled.

"Neglecting an apprentice is not Clan-cat-like." Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

(it's okay) "I know, right? We have to do something," said Wolfclaw. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:02, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

"Wolfclaw, send out a patrol to look for her," Splashstar ordered.

She knew that Daisypad just wanted to be in trouble. But apprentices were not something to do that with! *She's going to end up banned,* Splashstar thought. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

"Okay, Splashstar," said Wolfclaw as he dipped his head to the leader. He turned around and walked out of the den. "Ebonypaw!" he yelled, not caring if she was asleep or not. "We're going to find your lazy mentor! She has disappeared again! Splashstar's orders!" ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 12:24, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart had dozed off once more beside the sleeping form of Ebonypaw. Wolfclaw's yowl woke him and his pelt tingled with annoyance. Was Wolfclaw blind to the fact Ebonypaw nearly got killed by a coyote? *I don't know who's dumber, me or him,* he thought, careful not to wake the apprentice. Making sure she was still asleep him slipped out of the den, his anger flaring when he saw Wolfclaw. "She's resting after the coyote attack," Brackenheart reported in a steely calm voice. "She cannot look for her mentor right now. She need rest." Once again Brackenheart wondered why Wolfclaw was always so angry all the time. *You need to relax, you give everyone throbbing headaches with your screaming.*

Talonfang slipped through the undergrowth, relishing the feel and smell of fresh air. She and Creekpaw had been found on the border alone as kits, so Talonfang assumed they had been the kits of loners. *Yet we had Clan names. Our parents may have been from a different Clan. Perhaps our father is still out there. Perhaps mother was running and got killed...* She pushed the memory of her mothers death away and once again felt anxiety sparking off her pelt.

How did Wishfoot know what she had done? How? *It must only be her then. I made sure I was alone. Or maybe she scented me on their bodies. Oh, I'm sorry I did it! I HAD too! Shut up Wishfoot! Shut up Talonfang! You're a stupid murdering monster!* The speckled she-cat stopped to rub her head at all the angry yowls. *I need to find Smokewhisker. He always makes me feel better. I don't even care about being deputy when I'm with him. We should run away together, leave the Clans behind, we can build a nice happy family, just the two of us, no worrying about Creekpaw, the Clan, leadership, just our love and survival. Where is HE? WHAT IF HE'S NOT HERE!? WHAT WILL I DO!?*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:34, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

"Talonfang?" Smokewhisker called softly, slinking under the blackberry bush that blocked his vision of the border. *She better be here, otherwise I'll kill her.*

"Talonfang? Are you here?" *I hope Wolfclaw doesn't realise I didn't return from patrol... -*

*Ebonypaw screeched in horror as the coyote clawed out Brackenheart's throat as the tom wreathed and screamed in pain. No! He can't die! Ebonypaw couldn't move but she thrashed all she could, but just as she broke through the barrier Brackenheart fell limp on the ground.*

""Brackenheart!" She screamed, just as she woke up, a startled Brackenheart staring at her, curled protectively around her.

"I dreamed of you getting killed," she whispered, horrified. "I need you to survive, otherwise I'll fall into a million pieces." She snuggled closer into the curve of Brackenheart's belly, sobbing. -

Fernfrost hurried into the medicine cat den, burdock root held firmly in her jaws. Her jaw dropped when she saw Brackenheart, but she just shook it off and left the fallen burdock root next to the nest before fetching some marigold.

"For *both* of your wounds," she meowed stiffly to Brackenheart, gesturing at him, then at Ebonypaw.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:11, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang's dispair melted away like morning frost on grass. She spotted Smokewhisker and raced towards him, heart soaring. She rubbed her muzzle alongside his cheek. "You weren't followed?" she asked, glancing around with alert eyes.

After arguing with Wolfclaw, Brackenheart went back to Ebonypaw and curled up next to her again. She kicked in her sleep, so he curled his tail around her, hoping to sooth her, but she awoke, screaming his name. He jumped, startled. She curled up closer to him. He didn't reply to her words but a lump formed in his throat. *I can't promise I won't die, but I'll try not to.*

He glanced up to see Fernfrost entering the den and nodded to her. "Thanks, Fernfrost."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:25, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost dipped her head and she left the den. *They can be left alone for a while, but I'll check on them later. Just in case they need urgent treatment. -*

Ebonypaw curled up against Brackenheart and sighed, closing her eyes. *Please StarClan, keep those awful dreams away. -*

Smokewhisker nodded. "I made sure no one followed me. I wouldn't have known if someone had." He glanced at Talonfang's eyes and saw they were full of nervousness.

"How are you?" He asked, slightly concerned. "I haven't seen you for a while. I couldn't go to the gathering." He shrugged before licking her over the ears lovingly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 22:40, September 10, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart licked Ebonypaw's head comfortingly. "It'll be all right. They'll go away in a few days. I had some nightmares after Frosty died," he meowed, feeling once again that hollowness he felt whenever he thought of Frosty.

"I'm okay," Talonfang sat down next to him and took a couple of deep breaths. "...Everthing's been going well in SoulClan. A... a Clanmate made an awful comment... I got upset and came to find you... How are you?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:10, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

"I'm okay," Smokewhisker meowed a little too confidently to be convincing. He nodded hastily to add to it, but then he let his shoulders sag.

"Who said the comment?" He demanded abruptly, as though to distract Talonfang.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 01:28, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

"Unimportant," Talonfang flicked her tail dismissively, her sharp green eyes locked on Smokewhisker. "Everything's not going that well, is it?" she asked, spotting the sag of his shoulders instantly.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:04, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

"Not really," he admitted. "Ebonypaw just got back to camp with Brackenheart, both of them injured badly. Coyote attack, apparently." Smokewhisker tried to stop himself from spilling everything out too fast.

"Ebonypaw is my *sister.* I'll kill myself if she dies."

"But, honestly. I have a question for you..." He boxed his shoulders nervously. "Do you want to hear it, though?"

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

Talonfang listened quietly as he spoke. His pain for Ebonypaw reminded her greatly of how she felt when Creekpaw got hurt... expect she was usually the cause of it. She pricked her ears, then meowed, "Of course I want to hear it."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:44, September 11, 2017 (UTC)

(Hey, I've got Sweetfeather and Poppyflower free; y'all can use them if you want)

Poppyflower padded out of the nursery, stretching. She had caught wind of Ebonypaw and Brackenheart getting attacked by a coyote. *Young mousebrains, who assigned them to go hunting by themselves?* Padding into the medicine cat den, she saw the two cats left there unattended. She knew that Sweetfeather was out to collect some cobwebs and hopefully some catmint. Sighing, she went over to the herb pile, taking a few cobwebs and tending to the two resting cats' wounds.

Sweetfeather was out in the forest, looking for catmint. Padding around, she seemed to be walking in circles. She accidentally stumbled upon a huge oak with plenty of cobwebs on it, resulting in her collecting cobwebs instead of catmint. -lyrix

Brackenheart rose his head in surpise when he saw Poppyflower, but dipped his head gratefully. "Thank you. But I can do my own wounds," he meowed, sitting up to lick at them and wincing.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:19, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Splashstar waited impatiently for Daisypad. The minutes seemed to like hours, ticking by slowly. Splashstar sighed, letting her paws carry her into her den. She wanted a change of scenery - she had been watching the Clan of the Highstone all day. She decided to call a Clan meeting, all about Daisypad. "All cats old enough to swim and hunt, join me beneath the Highstone for a Clan meeting!" Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

Brackenheart lifted his head from licking at Splashstar's call. He padded to the den entrance and sat down, curiousity pricking his pads.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:20, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfclaw growled at Brackenheart's reply. He was just about to walk back into the leader's den when she came out herself and called a Clan meeting. *I'll tell her later. But she'll be highly irritated when she hears this. I* am *highly irritated.* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 23:48, September 12, 2017 (UTC)

"Well," Smokewhisker started awkwardly. "I-I was wondering, how you feel about me?" He would elaborate if she asked him to. He gazed at Talonfang, trying not to give away anything. -

Ebonypaw felt Brackenheart's warm pelt leave her's and her eyes immediately snapped open, afraid of dreaming od his death...

She scrambled to her shaky paws and limped over to where Brackenheart was sitting. "Hey," she breathed weakly. "I heard Splashstar's call... I wonder what it's about?" She winced when she put too much weight on her left hindleg and she fell over with a whimper-screech.

*Ouch.* -

Fernfrost stood beside Splashstar, really wishing she didn't have to. *Where in the name of StarClan is Sweetfeather? She needs to be here.* Fernfrost moved a few steps away from her leader, her pure white pelt standing out against the night.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:46, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart helped Ebonypaw to her feet again, letting her lean against the den wall while he sat on her other side, ready to catch her if she fell again. "I don't know. Maybe it's about Daisypad, Wolfclaw was screaming to her and everyone else not long ago... not that that's not normal but.."

Talonfang stared at the tom with an expressionless face, her thoughts going back to when she was looking for him, how she was thinking about running away with him and starting a family. *I think of you as more than a friend,* she thought, before smirking at him. "Well, how do you feel about me?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:49, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Smokewhisker shuffled his paws, embarrassed. *This is it.* "I love you." -

Ebonypaw quietly thanked Brackenheart for helping her and she looked up expectantly at where Splashstar was, as Daisypad moved forward, oblivious to what was happnening. -

Fernfrost watched the medicine cat den closely when she saw Ebonypaw leaning on Brackenheart. *Young ones are way to curious.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 19:24, September 13, 2017 (UTC*

*Maybe this* is *about Daisypad. Maybe Splashstar is listening to me and assigning Ebonypaw a new mentor*, thought Wolfclaw. *If that is true, I'll be very glad about it.* ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:41, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang stared at Smokewhisker, expressionless, until he looked worried, then she laughed, "I'm glad to hear, fluff-head. I love you too."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:59, September 13, 2017 (UTC)

Smokewhisker felt his jaw fall in disbelieve. *I've hoped for so long... All I needed to do was ask. Now we can be open about our love.* He reached forward and touched his muzzle to Talonfang's ear.

"I'm looking forward to our future," he purred. "But I should go now, before Wolfstorm tracks me down." He stared lovingly at Talonfang before whipping around and dashing into the undergrowth, not even making a sound. -

*I hope I'm getting a new mentor,* Ebonypaw thought ruefully as she glared at Daisypad. *She hasn't taught me anything!* -

Fernfrost felt her head spinning, but her heart was beating normally. "Splashstar," she whispered hurriedly. "We should hurry this up a little, you know?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 06:08, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Talonfang watched him go, her head fuzzy. Her heart told her to follow, but she forced herself to stay; to turn away and leave. She made her way back into the darkness of SoulClan and sighed. Her worries had vanisined and she felt at peace now. None of her thoughts yowled and argued. It was just quiet nothingness for once.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:28, September 14, 2017 (UTC)

Sweetfeather heard Splashstar's call and despite her drowsiness, padded out of the den along with Poppyflower. -lyrix

Fernfrost spied Sweetfeather out of the corner of her eye and growled lowly. She'd better get up here otherwise she will be punished. Fernfrost felt her fury grow as Splashstar went into a long lecture about what it means to be a mentor. *just get on with it! i have to sort herbs and I don't have time for this!* -

Ebonypaw returned to her nest, knowing that Splashstar would take her time. "Tell me what she says when I get up," she told Brackenheart, yawning as she slowly fell asleep.

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:24, September 15, 2017 (UTC)*

Raptorpaw pelted into camp with a wide and very suspicious grin on his features, confident in his strides as he zipped through the place. With great ease, he weaved between various cats before diving into a den to hide, while his luminous eyes glowed with mischief in the darkness. A snicker emitted from his mouth as he pressed himself against the ground in order to hide from something. That was always a great sign.

And then, in came the answer: a completely mud-drenched Galepaw. He eyes hinted a hurt mood, and her voice had a bit of anger in it as she spoke. Yet, at the same time, she was cool and collected, good-natured all the meanwhile. It was only a joke, after all...not like she didn't intend on getting her revenge, however. "Raptorpaw!! Get your tail out here." Galepaw's beautiful snowshoe tortoiseshell pelt was hidden away by the mud, but it wasn't like she didn't mind getting dirty. No, it was the fact that her brother decided to pick on *her* of all cats that got her all riled up. It would be an interesting day, after all...Silverstar  00:12, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Kestrelkit looked blankly up at Daisypad. "You sure I did something wrong?" he asked, his voice sweet and innocent. The warrior was glaring down furiously at him. "Sure?" he repeated. Skipping away, he wailed to his mother, "Mommy, Dwaisypwa's bullying me!" Then he huddled protectively in his mother's soft coat as she prepared to yell at the innocent warrior. Chaos had begun. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 04:38, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw was awakened by the furious yowls of Kestrelkit's mother and she growled in annoyance. *Why does that kit cause she much trouble?* -

"Quiet!" Fernfrost howled and Daisypad, Ketrelkit and the kit's mother shut their mouths tight.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:03, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

Shoulder fur bristling despite being stuck to her slender form because of the mud, Galepaw frantically searched for Raptorpaw. Meanwhile, her brother remained motionless in the den, snickering at her under his breath. Was she blind, for StarClan's sake? Scentless? "Mouse-brain..." he muttered quietly, only to cringe to himself as her head suddenly whipped around in his direction. Not deaf, apparently. "You fox-heart!!" With that screech, Galepaw launched herself at Raptorpaw, tackling her brother and wrestling him to the ground.Silverstar  11:57, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

"He was trying to wreck the medicine den *again*," Daisypad huffed to his mother. "I was just standing, waiting for Splashstar to most likely give Ebonypaw a new mentor, when your little fox-heart went wandering in there, I went over, he claimed he didn't do anything, then ran over to you, saying that a *grown warrior* was bullying *a kit,"* the she-cat finished, glaring at the kit. Sure, she hated the little scrap, but she wouldn't actually hurt him. "I was only trying to stop him from causing *more* trouble."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:30, September 26, 2017 (UTC)

(actually i was thinking that somehow daisypad caught kestrelkit being naughty, then scolded him, if that's not what you want then oops) Kestrelkit narrowed his eyes. "Shut up! You were too, and you know it!" he growled, baring his teeth. "Just because I was playing in the medicine den doesn't mean I'm a *troublemaker*!" The kit waved his night-black tail. "You're--a--honest-to-goodness--StarClan-friggin--monster!" he yowled as his mother made threatening gestures. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 02:31, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

(oh thats fine. i redid my above post, if that's all right) "You keep destroying all the herbs!" Daisypad growled. "You're a troublemaker whether you believe it or not." She turned to his mother, ears flat. "Keep that kid on a *leash* in the future."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:38, September 27, 2017 (UTC)

He could feel the hot anger emitting from Galepaw as she wrestled him to the ground. With Raptorpaw's back buried into the earth, and paws resting on his furious sister's shoulders, he let out a good-hearted laugh. "Wowee, Galepaw! Who made dirt in *your* freshkill?" The blue tabby followed his comment with a chuckle before his sister rolled her eyes. He paused, stopped his laughing, and straightened his face with an innocent gleam in his eyes. "Oh, right, that was me!"Silverstar  23:43, September 29, 2017 (UTC)

Once all the cats had gathered, Splashstar yowled, "I am going to reapprentice Ebonypaw."

Splashstar did not wait at all for any gasps or protests. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

*Yes!* Wolfclaw thought as he cheered a quiet cheer. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 21:29, October 18, 2017 (UTC)

Raptorpaw took advantage of his sister as she was distracted by the sudden announcement. He reversed her plan, rolling with Galepaw and pinning her on her back, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Face it, little sister...you can never beat the master." He grinned down at the snowshoe tortoiseshell, who growled up at him in response. But Raptorpaw babbled on. "But, of course, you can always *join* me in my feats."Silverstar  22:35, October 4, 2017 (UTC)

Daisypad turned her attention away from the kit instantly, staring up at Splashstar with huge thankful eyes. "Thank you, Splashstar. I am a terrible mentor, please, pick a fine stong cat to replace me." She glanced toward the medicine den where Ebonypaw was. She actually kind of liked her and was proud with how far she came along. *But I wasn't ready for an apprentice, I'm still not.* Daisypad felt a sudden rush of relief that this weight had been lifted off her chest.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 23:10, October 4, 2017 (UTC)

Nightshadow sat and watched the announcement, a little surprised, yet relieved. She had seen Daisypad mentoring Ebonypaw, and while she felt that having an apprentice was good for Daisypad, she didn't think the she-cat was quite ready for an apprentice. Turning her thoughts back in to the present, Nightshadow kept listening. **The light will always overcome the dark** 23:33, October 4, 2017 (UTC)

(wolfstorm? don't you mean someone else?) Raindrop padded over to listen to Splashstar. *Finally!* she thought as the leader announced that Ebonypaw would be removed from Daisypad's mentorship. "About time," she pointed out. "I never thought you'd get around to it. Daisypad's a *horrible* mentor." True, she was very reserved, but super passionate about important things. For example, this. Daisypad never cared about her apprentice's education, and it bugged her that her childhood bully was getting such privileges (pause that cool about daisy's background?) when she didn't deserve it. "We all know *I'd* be a better fit for Ebonypaw."

Kestrelkit winced. Even though everyone scolded him for his tricks, he hoped everyone was willing to give a scolding to Raindrop for her behavior. *She's being really rude to Daisypad. What is* wrong *with her?* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:21, October 5, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw immediately awakened when she heard she was getting a new mentor. *Yes!*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:25, October 5, 2017 (UTC)*

(maybe she bullied her during apprenticeship? Daisy only joined the clan a few moons before and had a short apprentceship) Daisypad felt her pelt start to bristle at Raindrop's words and and took all of her control to not make a sharp retort. *That's not who you are, Daisypad, don't let her get to you. Well, she doesn't have to rub it in my face. I just admitted I'm a terrible mentor.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:33, October 5, 2017 (UTC)

Splashstar snorted at Raindrop. "Of course I'd get around to it. I'm not dumb."

She turned to her Clanmates. "Ebonypaw's mentor, Daisypad, has not been training her apprentice. I made the wrong judgement to think she was ready."

"Ebonypaw, your new mentor will be Brackenheart."

Splashstar secretly hoped her Clan thought she had made the right choice. *I've already had one wrong judgement, which ruins their respect for me. Come on, Splashstar! You've got to had make the right choice!* Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

"Yes!" Ebonypaw croaked, leaning against Brackenheart for support. "You're now my mentor!" She felt excitement claw at her pelt and she felt wide awake. *Stupid coyotes... Now I can't train!* -

Fernfrost titled her head at Splashstar. "Interesting choice," she commented, quietly of course so only Splashstar could hear. "A good one, I think. I was expecting you to give Ebonypaw a powerful mentor, deputy, or even yourself." She shook out her pearly white pelt.

"It'll do. Now, are there any apprentices to spare? I'm low on catmint and celandine, rush and alder bark to add to that as a little naughty kit destroyed my small piles of those," she added through gritted teeth, glaring pointedly at Kestrelkit. "Sometimes I think it would be better if he had littermates."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:23, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

"Oooo," Daisypad turned to the medicine cat, a confident grin on her face. "I can find the herbs! Plants are my thing, sister!"

Brackenheart licked Ebonypaw's head fondly. "You can probably start training again in a few days. You'll be a warrior pretty soon."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:05, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

She had been in the nursery for nearly six moons now, and Coldpool was growing anxious. To think, within a few weeks, her kittens would be apprenticed! She wasn't going to lie: she was going to really miss having all four of her kittens by her side. They reminded her of her 'happy days', when Coldpool wasn't single, and had a loving mate by her side. And now, here she was: a single bean about to watch her first litter grow up.Silverstar  21:11, October 9, 2017 (UTC)

Splashstar jumped down and meowed, "Fernfrost, you can have Galepaw."

She turned to Daisypad. "No. You have warrior duties to tend to. Go see if Wolfclaw will put you to work."

Splashstar padded into her den, sighing with relief, and plopping down into her nest. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

(I checked the allegiances, and don't you mean Wolfclaw? Wolfstorm is from SunClan) Raindrop gritted her teeth. *You idiot, Splashstar!* I *should've been the one chosen to be Ebonypaw's mentor! Stupid leader.* She was about ready to scream in the mouse-brain's face. Then she stopped herself. *No! I can't do that. I promised Palmwhisker and Splashstar's predecessor that I could be better than that. I have to make them proud of me.* She slid up near Wolfclaw. "Um . . . anything I can do to help?" Maybe if she didn't hang around other cats she wouldn't snap at them. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 22:57, October 10, 2017 (UTC)

"So unfair," Daisypad grumbled and hung her head in a pout. With a sigh, she turned and padded out of camp to do whatever warriors did - collect shiny rocks and stuff.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:08, October 11, 2017 (UTC)

"Not really anything - except not bothering me," muttered Wolfclaw. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:02, October 14, 2017 (UTC)

"I always join you on your feats, brother," Galepaw sniffed up at her brother with a small roll of her eyes, back pressed against the earth as Raptorpaw stood proudly over her. "But I want to *lead* one, some day." She claimed with a wide grin, continuing a heartbeat later. "After all, I *am* better than you." She offered a gentle tease, which caused Raptorpaw to recoil, giving his sister a disgusted expression.

"What? You, *Galepaw,* better than me with pranks? I think not." The bad-boy tempered Raptorpaw responded with a scoff, a sudden cruel grin growing on his dark features. "Admit that I'm better, or else." He threatened Galepaw, leaning over to her face closer and threatening to drop a giant glob of slobber on her face.Silverstar  01:09, October 14, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost raised her head to the sky and yowled, "Galepaw!" She glanced over her shoulder towards Splashstar, who was already moving on with her work. *Good. We're behind the other Clans in prey, apprentices and kits. We have to plan and I hope she is.*

*No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:30, October 16, 2017 (UTC)*

(oh sorry typo) Splashstar looked at Raptorpaw and Galepaw. "That ought to stop the fight," she mutter-whispered, placing her head on her paws. Turtle Tail Dawn of
 the... CLANS

(OH LOL whoops and Wolfstorm is not even my character!! I can't believe i did that I fixed it) ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 21:29, October 18, 2017 (UTC)

Raindrop sighed and faced Kestrelkit. "Kestrelkit," she began, "what you did wasn't . . . the best." *No! Stupid me!* "It wasn't . . . not very . . . great . . . no respect . . . \*sigh\*." The she-cat gave her brother a hard look. "Kestrelkit, how could you mess up the herbs in the medicine den? Fernfrost needs them, and if you destroy them, some cat could die of greencough!"

"Good," sniffed the kit. "Let them die. Why should I care? They're *all* beneath me. Especially you, sister." With that he turned away. *The only life I should be worried about is* mine. *Because I am the greatest tom in the world. And I definitely deserve a great she-cat to be my mate.* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:22, October 23, 2017 (UTC)

Raindrop sighed and faced Kestrelkit. "Kestrelkit," she began, "what you did wasn't . . . the best." *No! Stupid me!* "It wasn't . . . not very . . . great . . . no respect . . . \*sigh\*." The she-cat gave her brother a hard look. "Kestrelkit, how could you mess up the herbs in the medicine den? Fernfrost needs them, and if you destroy them, some cat could die of greencough!"

"Good," sniffed the kit. "Let them die. Why should I care? They're *all* beneath me. Especially you, sister." With that he turned away. *The only life I should be worried about is* mine. *Because I am the greatest tom in the world. And I definitely deserve a great she-cat to be my mate.* forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 00:22, October 23, 2017 (UTC)

(sandy, do you want to have a little while pass so ebony and bracken can go out training n stuff? it shouldn't effect the rest of the rp)
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 01:05, October 31, 2017 (UTC)

(yeah)

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:07, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart stalked a squirrel, staying low to the ground. His ears twitched when it was within pouncing distance, then he leaped, landing clumsily on its tail. It screeched in terror and tried to wriggle free, but the ginger tom dug his claws firmly into it's tail fluff, then leaned over and snapped its neck with his stong jaws. It went limp and he got up, feeling a pang of guilt. The one thing he hated about hunting was killing other animals. It was strange to him - but he always pictured their familes, what happened to them after they died... Maybe their prey was kind of like cats too? Maybe they have feelings? He roughly shook his head. *Oh, shut up. It's just a squirrel...* Ebonypaw had healed enough to continue training, so he decided to take her hunting, he had left her alone for a few moments so he could catch his squirrel. Brackenheart buried it, then went in search of his apprentice.

Dustkit groomed her long, dusky fur, pulling burrs and cobwebs out of it. She was pretty proud of her beauty. *I think I'm one of the prettiest in the Clan!*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:27, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Vinekit watched her sister cautiously, her gaze sometimes flickering away from Dustkit and over to Kestrelkit, who seemed like he was hating on life quite a bit.

Ebonypaw sat, perched on a sturdy branch, way up high in a tall oak, near the river where she and Brackenheart had been hunting. Her mentor had gone off to catch a squirrel and Ebonypaw was looking for her own prey.

Bingo.

She spotted a small thrush; it was a little scrawny, but it was prey. It sat on the branch across from Ebonypaw, flittering around, seemingly scanning the ground for berries and/or worms. *Birds aren't that smart.* She stalked forward nimbly on her branch and hurried over to the trunk, where she leaped on to it silently, scrambling up a little higher. She pounced and landing on top of the poor little thrush. It must've been winded, because it didn't struggle as she nipped it's neck.

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

Dustkit stopped mid-lick when she realized Vinekit was watching her. She spun on her paws and scrambled over to her. "Hey!" she mewed cheerfully. "What's up?" Dustkit had very bad mood swings a lot, but right now she was in a rare good mood.

Brackenheart spotted Ebonypaw up in a tree and stayed silent until he was sure she had made her catch. "I'm down here, Ebonypaw," he called softly to her.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:18, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Raptorpaw hissed bitterly under his breath. "Gee. Old cats are bores, never have a sense of humor, or a taste for fun. No wonder they get all gray. They go bland." The rebellious apprentice rolled his eyes before placing his sister's ear between his jaws and giving it a firm tug. "See ya later, Gale. Don't go stale."

"I know...we can't even play fight anymore." Galepaw responded to him with a little roll of her eyes. They were only having their fun! Couldn't they be young anymore? They were still only apprentices, and siblings on top of that. All they had left were each other, after all. Splitting up the 'twins' was a bad idea anyways: Galepaw would behave, of course, but Raptorpaw...it could be disastrous. *Would* be disastrous. "See ya, brother." Turning, the snowshoe tortoiseshell trudged over to the warrior calling her name.Silverstar  23:33, November 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw leaped down from the tree, her eyes narrowed as she stared at Brackenheart, the thrush clamped tight in between her jaws. "So? Did you get anything? This was the only prey left in this stretch of forest I could find..." She trailed off, her voice muffled by the thin layer of feathers.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:47, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart nodded, lifting his head proudly. "I got a squirrel. I buried it a few trees away." He then blinked approvingly at her catch, before scenting the air. She was right; there were no fresh scents from any other small creatures. They must have gone to hide when they scented the warriors. "Well, we can stop for now. Why don't we battle train? I'm interested to see what you've learned."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 22:08, November 3, 2017 (UTC)

Duskpool walked around the camp in boredom. "Is there anything I can do, Wolfclaw?" she asked as she went up to the tom. "Not really. Unless you could hunt," Wolfclaw said. He padded away before Duskpool could respond. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 19:21, November 5, 2017 (UTC)

"Yes!" Ebonypaw replied eagerly, dropping the thrush and digging a small hole before burying it. "We can collect our prey after!" She was bouncing off her paws as Brackenheart lead her through the trees, her thoughts all composed into one thing: Battle training here I come!

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:35, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart padded slowly toward the clearing and soon they reached it. He padded onto the muddy ground, wrinkling his nose at the cold sticky stuff seeped between his toes. He still didn't understand why they had to train on mud. It sucked. "All right... tell me what you know."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:50, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Duskpool walked out of camp. *Mouse!* she thought. She crouched down, and she leaped onto the gray creature in front of her. She burried the mouse and walked forward. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 15:08, November 7, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw smirked slowly, before dropping to the ground. "Why don't I show you?" She leaped into the air twisted beneath Brackenheart, raking her sheathed claws over his belly, before shooting out the other side and leaping to her paws, before flipping backwards and landing in between his shoulder blades.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 08:35, November 13, 2017 (UTC)

Raindrop sighed. She was in the middle of hunting, but she couldn't keep it in. "I can't wait until I get my own apprentice," she announced loudly. "Then I won't be pressed by Quailspot to keep an eye on that little *rascal!*" She sliced at the ground angrily. *That foxheart—if I was his mentor, I'd have shredded him by now! Son of a—* She spotted a squirrel. *That would feed some hungry elders, except for that excuse of a father, Quailspot,* she thought, and ran after it, finally pouncing on it and killing it. Then she spotted a thrush. Burying her squirrel, she clambered up a tree and managed to swipe at the thrush, injuring it before she heard a creak. Raindrop looked down and panicked; she was on a thin branch and there was a decent distance between her and the ground. Before she could react, the tree snapped, and she fell all the way down. "HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!" she shrieked before thudding on the ground and fainting.

Quailspot heard his daughter screaming for help. "What now?" he muttered, and padded out the elders' den. He thought of the ways he would yell at her when he spotted the she-cat's body slumped on the ground and ran towards her. *Mouse dung . . . no no no!* "Fernfrost! Sweetfeather! Anybody!" he yowled. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 01:56, November 18, 2017 (UTC)

Brackenheart reared up on his hind legs, shaking Ebonypaw off, then spun around to face her. "That was good. I'm impressed you taught yourself this," he said, still a bit shocked Daisypad never cared to train her apprentice. "Have you done any water combat yet? That is very important to being a FrostClan cat."

Daisypad was looking for more shiny rocks hunting, when she heard a scream for help, then Quailspot's voice. The golden tabby abandoned her hunt and followed the scource of the sound, finding her Clanmates. She halted, spotting Raindrop lying on the ground. "What happened?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:40, November 19, 2017 (UTC)

Quailspot shrugged, trying to look calm. He probably still looked frantic. "I-I-I don't know! One moment I was lounging in the sun, then—" The tom started sputtering. "She called for help and-and when I came she was like this!" Tears started to brim at his eyes. "Call for Fernfrost. Now." forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 17:13, November 19, 2017 (UTC)

Duskpool suddenly stopped. She heard a high scream nearby. She quickly ran towards the scream. When she got there she saw Raindrop lying there, on the ground. "Fernfrost...Where even is she? It's been a long time since I've heard that name...How did Raindrop end up like this?" she asked, panicking.

--

Wolfclaw jumped, snapping him back into attention. "Did anyone just hear someone scream?" he asked the others.

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 20:48, November 19, 2017 (UTC)

"I don't know where Fernfrost is," Daisypad frowned, padding closer to study Raindrop. "We should get her back to camp at least. Fernfrost might be there."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:57, November 20, 2017 (UTC)

"I'll help carry her," Duskpool offered. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:16, November 22, 2017 (UTC)

Daisypad jumped, startled by Duskpool's voice. "Oh, you scared the fur off me! Yes, please help us," the golden and white tabby mewed, then tried to figure out the best way to carry Raindrop. She had never carried a full grown cat before. "I'll lift her onto your back, so you can carry her shoulders and head, while I carry the rest of her."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 02:16, November 23, 2017 (UTC)

"Okay," agreed Duskpool. ***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:01, November 25, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost heard the wails of startled cats in the background and she gasped as a group brought in Raindrop's seemingly broken corpse. She hurried back to her den, gathered about ten different herbs blindly, and hurried over to the she-cat. "What happened?"-

Ebonypw purred. "Thanks for the praise. I guess you kinda learn new things without really knowing... But," she paused to shrug. "Oh, I've kind of tried to stay away from water for a while... But I have done some water combat skills, but only basics," she added quickly.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:25, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

"This seed-brain fell out of a tree," Daisypad let out a snort of laughter, then added more seriously, "Is anything broken? Will she be okay?"

Brackenheart gave a a single nod and led the way to one of the many small streams in their territory. He slid into the water smoothly, an icy shock gripping him. He wished he had thicker fur, like the rest of the Clan. But he wasn't FrostClan born, he wasn't even Clan born.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:58, November 30, 2017 (UTC)

*Guess I'm not going out after all.* Galepaw returned to where Raptorpaw had been, but found the troublemaker to be gone. What? Her whiskers quivered in excitement, although her hackles raised at the same time. Great, he was probably up to no good now. Let's see...Galepaw sauntered around camp, anxiously searching for her littermate with no luck. Not in the Medicine Cat den, surprisingly...not harrassing the warriors...Not tromping around the leader's den....Where in the name of StarClan had he run off to? He couldn't possibly have all the fun without her!Silverstar  04:05, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

Ebonypaw watched the water swirl at her paws and she fought back a shiver. She remembered the day when she had attacked that apprentice, Shinepaw... And then the apprentice had drowned. Ebonypaw felt guilty as she slipped in after Brackenheart, praying that StarClan wouldn't take it's revenge over Shinepaw's death. "It's cold!" She gasped as she fully submurged herself, everything except her head. Her paws worked furiously at the water, but swimming was natural for her. -

Fernfrost tested each twisted or bruised area on Raindrop's body before she answered Daisypad frostily, "speak respectfully about and to your Clanmates. No broken bones, but quite a few bruises." Fernfrost swept her tail around her paws neatly. "All *you* can do is wait. All *I* can do is test herbs. Someone help me get her into my den."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:35, December 1, 2017 (UTC)

"Is Raindrop all right?" Wolfclaw asked as he walked in the den. ~

Duskpool stared at the body she laid down. She felt something come in from behind her. She turned around. "Oh, hey, Wolfclaw."

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 01:32, December 2, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost tried not to snap at the deputy. "She's fine, just a little bruised."

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:44, December 2, 2017 (UTC)

"I can help," Puddlestep, offered, stepping forward from the crowd of warriors. If Fernfrost needed some help, of course he was willing to drop a few things to do that. Besides, he wasn't a huge fan of weaving brambles into dens. He wasn't a great one, it ended up looking more like an owl nest than a den. His shoulder ached from the large cut that split through his gray-and-white tabby fur, but he was desperate to do *something* other than weave. He was confined to camp until it was just about fully healed.

Brackenheart swam around Ebonypaw, wrinkling his nose as the water soaked through his thin pelt, freezing his skin and dragging him down. He put some extra effort into his paddling. "Okay," he began, paddling in circles around her, afraid that he'd sink if he just sat. "I swim more like a dying duck, so forgive me. I'm thinking we should practice the underwater leg sweep. You will swim to the bottom and hold your breath, while I wad through the water. You hit my legs with your paws, I'll be unbalanced and fall. It's very useful with other Clan cats."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 00:29, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Thank you." Fernfrost's temper thread slowly weaved thicker once more as Puddlestep helped her get Raindrop to the medicine cat den. Her pelt was matted from a long search for herbs and Fernfrost was suddenly glad she had restocked comfrey root. -

Ebonypaw dove underwater, already planning. *I already know this move... Maybe I can try the tumble-twister?* She heard Brackenheart swimming above her and she almost laughed at the splashing he made. *He's right, he does swim like a dying duck, maybe one that lost it's face.* She found herself at the bottom of the river and pushed upwards with unnatural strength, lashing out her paws at his leg. Brackenheart fell underwater and Ebonypaw took advantage. She tumbled in the water, doing a type of frontflip before finding herself above Brackenheart's back. She pushed downwards, grabbed his shoulders and twisted him through the water, before dragging him to the surface.

"Well?" She asked, a smirk playing on her beautiful face. "How was it?"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 05:44, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Puddlestep gently let Raindrop fall into a nest in the medicine den, then took a few steps back. He noticed Fernfrost's matted pelt and realized she must have had a long day. "I could help you put any herbs on her wounds too," he meowed, adding quickly, "if you need me to."

Brackenheart fumbled in the water, splashing around franticlly until he felt sand and pebbles of the riverbed below. His thudding heart calmed, and he turned to Ebonypaw and pretended none of that just happened. "That was great, a ctually," he mewed, blinking water from his eyes. "You taught yourself that?" It was a difficult move to master with a cat, let alone a single cat. He went over all the training they had done in his head and wondered. *Does she need my training? She already seems to know everything! Maybe she's ready to become a warrior.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 14:18, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

Quailspot ran to where his daughter was located. "Well?" he demanded. He had been huddled inside the elder's den, worrying about Raindrop so he didn't hear how hurt she was. "And don't give me something like 'she's fine.' I want to know if she's hurt, in any way, shape, or form." His eyes stared into Fernfrost's eyes.

Kestrelkit heard the commotion, and groaned as he heard about his sister falling out of a tree. "Stupid bee-brain!" he muttered aloud. "Maybe if she wasn't such a clumsy-cat, she wouldn't have fallen!" *And then I wouldn't have to visit her and make sure she's all right.* To him, only Irisbloom, Poppykit, and Dewkit were family. Everyone else were just obstacles in his path to fame. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 16:23, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

*Guess I'll have to track him...* Tilting her head, Galepaw tasted the air and began to follow her rebellious brother's scent trail. She blinked in surprise when she found his trail leading to outside of camp, but she shrugged it off and followed the trail anyways. Where in the name of StarClan was he going? Probably getting ready to set up a nasty prank for some unlucky Clanmate...well, it wouldn't be her!

The snowshoe tortoiseshell hurried along, legs moving in rapid strides and giving her a bouncy gait as she eagerly searched for her littermate. Slowly, his scent got stronger and stronger as she neared the border. Galepaw suddenly hesitated, stopping in her tracks as her ears picked up a faint buzzing sound. What? "Raptorpaw?" The dainty she-cat called out, ears perked in a curious yet anxious manner. He responded to his sister with a happy call, and she quickly darted forward.

There was Raptorpaw, underneath an active bee hive. Oh dear StarClan...he was going to do something horrible. "Raptorpaw, what're you doing? You can't set bees upon the entire camp! We prank *one* cat, not the whole Clan. That'll be no fair to the others."Silverstar  16:39, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"Just some bruises," Puddlestep answered quickly for Fernfrost. "She should be healed up soon, right, Fernfrost?" he asked. --- Dustkit watched Raindrop get taken into the medicine den, and curiously wondered if she had been attacked.
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 18:26, December 3, 2017 (UTC)

"I *will* prank just one cat, Galepaw!" Raptorpaw's whiskers quivered with excitement as his brain buzzed with just as much activity as the beehive. His sister stared at him in shock (and a bit of admiration, he was genius!), but the apprentice continued on with his claim. "Y'see, sister, we'll prank whatever unlucky fool comes around. It'll be funny, 'cause they'll be a literal 'bee-brain'!"

"But bees *hurt*, Raptorpaw! And they can kill, that'd be a horrible mistake." Galepaw swallowed nervously, but her blue brother seemed completely unphased. He still had that star-struck gleam in his eyes. He always fell in love with his pathetic little plans...that were always pretty smart.Silverstar  01:38, December 5, 2017 (UTC)

"I hope she'll be better soon," said Duskpool. "Well, you go do your medicine cat stuff." She slowly walked out of the den.

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 22:49, December 7, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost slapped herself with her tail as she glanced outside of the den, noticing the moon was at it's height, a *full* moon. "Wolfclaw!" She shrieked at the deputy, leaving the unconcious Raindrop hesitantly, looking around desperately for the deputy. "Wolfclaw!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 07:29, December 8, 2017 (UTC)

(I assume it's okay to still rp stuff on the clan rp during the gathering?) "What, Fernfrost?" answered Wolfclaw flatly as he approached the medicine cat.

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 13:27, December 9, 2017 (UTC)

Raindrop finally blinked away her sleep. Her body hurt all over, and she found herself in the medicine den. "Fernfrost!" she whimpered, wanting to know what happened. forget *honesty*~~i wanna see you be BRAVE 16:57, December 9, 2017 (UTC)

Fernfrost heard Raindrop calling to her weakly, so she merely snapped at Wolfclaw, "it's the gathering tonight! The other Clans are waiting!"

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 21:06, December 9, 2017 (UTC)

Wolfclaw immediately looked up. "You're right," he said firmly. "I wonder what's Splashstar's up to."

Duskpool looked at Raindrop. "Raindrop! You're okay!" she exclaimed. "You, uh, kinda fell, I think? Or do I have bad memory skills?"

***Courage*** is resistance to ***fear.*** 21:25, December 9, 2017 (UTC)

(i don't remember what's happening so how about it's a few days after gathering) Brackenheart poked his head out of the warriors den, greeted by a frosty chill in the air. Leaf-fall was approaching. He crept out of the den, realizing he was the only one awake. He didn't wish to disturb his Clanmates. He padded over to the stale fresh-kill pile with his tail dragging along the ground. He picked a mouse and took it to sit near the warriors den to eat in silence as the sky lightened to a creamy color. Memories of Frosty zipped through his mind as he slowly ate. Her body, torn to shreds by the coyotes... And his kits. *Where are they now?* He wondered in a sudden despair. *I should have stayed with them. I know leaving them was the best thing to do at the time, but what if it wasn't?* He had no clue where they were or who they were now, all he remembered were their faces. The little frosty brown tom, the ginger tom, and the big tortoiseshell she-kit. *I wish you were here.*
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:52, February 6, 2018 (UTC)

When Wolfclaw returned to the camp from the gathering, he felt ashamed and stupid for not realizing that the gathering had already begun. Even the *deputy* had to rely on a *medicine cat* to point out what was happening. Why would Wolfclaw - having so much experience in past moons - forget one of the most important events? He just couldn't find an answer to those questions, and felt so dumb for it. But besides that, he also felt angry at Splashstar. Where had she been? What kept her so busy that Wolfclaw had to lead the Clan instead? When Wolfclaw had entered her den right before he'd decided to bring the Clan there himself, Splashstar was motionless, ignoring Wolfclaw's actions and words. And she remained that way after the gathering as well.

Wolfclaw stared at the giant rock the leader leaped onto for meetings. He climbed up there, even though he wasn't the leader. But if the leader was ignoring the Clan, he'd better make a move. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey join for a Clan meeting!"

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 12:32, February 7, 2018 (UTC)

Brackenheart lifted his head from his mouse, the thoughts of his family vanishing. He felt self conscious, hoping no one saw him staring blankly at a dead mouse. He abandoned his prey and went closer to the leaders rock to hear better. *I wonder where Splashstar is. Why is Wolfclaw up there?*

Daisypad poked her head out of the warriors den, padding out with a huge yawn. What in the name of StarClan did Wolfclaw want at this hour, it was - *Oh.* It was dawn. Well, it was still a little annoying. She sat a few tail-lengths away from Brakcenheart, gazing up at FrostClan's deputy.

Puddlestep sat outside the medicine den, watching with a small frown. Meanwhile, Dustkit raced out of the nursery, excitement buzzing off her pelt. She couldn't remember the last time there'd been a Clan meeting!
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:31, February 7, 2018 (UTC)

Wolfclaw stared down from the rock he had climbed up on. This was probably the only time he - and the whole Clan - will ever have the experience of having a deputy speaker, instead of a leader, unless Splashstar's inactiveness created even more problems in the future. Not all Clan cats had joined, though. Some realized Splashstar wasn't there to speak, but yet some strict deputy. He waited a while, but the missing cats did not come out of their dens, some just watching from the opening. As Wolfclaw opened his mouth to speak, Duskpool interrupted. "I know I'm not supposed to be talking right now, but why are *you* there? Where's Splashstar? Why was she not there at the Gathering?"

Wolfclaw stared down at the cats. "I have no idea what's been wrong with our leader, and that's why I've called you here today. Splashstar is in her den, but she hasn't come out for ages, and hasn't spoke for ages. I've visited a few times, but she didn't notice me. It's like she's in some kind of trance," he explained. "I don't know what's wrong with her, but if this continues on, we have to take action. We can't go on without an active leader. No one will lead the Clan. And plus, the other three Clans will start to catch on to what's happening, suspect us of weakness, and find a way to invade our land one way or another. I'm not really a leader, so I want to know what ideas you may have." He scanned the audience, waiting for someone to speak up

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 01:30, February 9, 2018 (UTC)

Raindrop tried to stand, but felt a little dizzy, so she shuffled forward until she was peering out of the den. "What happened at the Gathering?" she called weakly. "And can you try again with . . . ugh," she moaned, collapsing. Her vision swam, sliding in and out of focus before fading completely as she fell into unconsciousness once more. shine for me and think of the stars that shone for you 02:09, February 11, 2018 (UTC)

Wolfclaw, standing on the tall rock, saw Raindrop faint in the corner of his eye. "Fernfrost," he spoke. "Check on Raindrop to see if she's okay. She seems to be unconscious."

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 12:10, February 11, 2018 (UTC)

Puddlestep listened as Wolfclaw spoke. Splashstar wasn't being much of a leader recently. He'd barely seen her; she hadn't even gone to the Gathering. FrostClan needed a leader and Splashstar wasn't doing that for the Clan. He padded closer to where Wolfclaw stood, looking confidently up at the tom as he spoke. "Splashstar isn't being much of a leader. Perhaps this is all too much for her. I think you should try talking to her about the whole thing, try to get her to answer you. FrostClan needs it's leader... if that fails, then perhaps we can decide what to do."

Splashstar blinked her eyes open, looking around in confusion at the sound of her name. She looked outside and realized cats were gathered. She got to her paws, wondering what all the excitement was about. As soon as she stood, she wished she could lie back down. A dull pain of sadness hung like a cloud in the back on her head and she padded out into camp, blinking at the bright sunrise. She noticed Wolfclaw standing on the leaders rock and slowly blinked at him. "Wolfclaw, what is going on?"
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 21:47, February 12, 2018 (UTC)

Wolfclaw jerked his head around, following the source of the voice. "Splashstar! Where have you been?" he was surprised at the low and harsh growl that had unintentionally come out with the sentence. He fake coughed and cleared his throat. "Sorry, didn't mean to be so harsh. But still, Splashstar. You've been unconscious for the past...Oh, StarClan knows how long! I even had to bring the Clan to the Gathering! Is that what it is, huh? What kind of leader does that?" he spat.

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 21:18, February 15, 2018 (UTC)

Kestrelkit poked around the corner of the nursery. Meeting time . . . and Splashstar was out? He couldn't remember when that dung of a leader ever appeared. Stepping around to hear their conversation in the leader's den, he picked up something that sounded like ". . . I even had to bring the Clan to the . . ." It was indistinguishable at the end. Sighing, he stepped back and stepped on a stick. *Fox dung . . .* he thought to himself angrily. He couldn't be caught spying on the Clan leader and deputy! shine for me and think of the stars that shone for you 05:10, February 16, 2018 (UTC)

Splashstar blinked, feeling her pelt spike up defensively. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew he was right. She hated being wrong and letting others win, but she forced her pelt to lie flat and nodded. "I've been lost in my thoughts recently and the past," she admitted. "I have been a bad leader so far, so I think it's best if I stepped down."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 15:13, February 16, 2018 (UTC)

Wolfclaw stared down at his leader, his eyes widening. He dipped his head. "Whatever you think is best," he said. He stared down at his paws. "Are you sure I'm ready?"

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 13:37, February 17, 2018 (UTC)

Splashstar nodded. "You've done better than me so far, so I think you're as ready as you'll ever be."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 16:05, February 19, 2018 (UTC)

(@Patch Um, why does it say "yeast yee" instead of your sig?) Wolfclaw was speechless. "Th-thank y-ou you," he stammered. "So...are you going to go back to being a warrior? Are you going to announce this or am I? Do you think they'll accept me?" He spilled out with overflowing questions. Being a new leader all of a sudden seemed...scary. Sure, he'd done a lot of it already when Splashstar went unconscious, but it seemed like a whole new world he'd entered way too quickly. He turned around and faced FrostClan camp, the Clan he was going to lead from this very day.

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 00:42, March 1, 2018 (UTC)

Ebonypaw felt like endlessly sleeping, her muscles aching. She needed to get out, maybe train wiith Brackenheart. *I'll do it,* she thought grisly, annoyance entering her thoughts. "Brackenheart..." She groaned as she exited the apprentice den.

No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 03:41, March 7, 2018 (UTC)

"Ebonypaw," Brackenheart greeted his apprentice, padding over to her and lightly touching his nose to her cheek. "Have you heard? Wolfclaw is questioning Splashstar's leadership."

Splashstar nodded, sympathy sparkling in her gaze for a heartbeat. She knew what it was like, becoming leader of the Clan, worrying her Clanmates may not accept her, or she may not be enough for them. She reached over and touched her nose reassuringly to Wolfclaw's shoulder. "Of course they'll accept you, I know they will. You may not be the sweetest cat, but you know what you're doing, you know how to lead a Clan." She pulled away, her pelt pricked. "I will make the announcement. If they hear it from my own mouth they're more likely to accept you." She blinked at him, then pushed her way out of the den with a deep sigh.

Splashstar climbed swiftly to the top of the leaders rock. There was no point calling the Clan together. Everyone was gathered already. She hesitated, staring down at her paws. Was this really what she wanted to do? Give up her role to FrostClan forever? *I promised I would be a good, strong leader. I haven't,* she thought, blinking hard to try and erase memories rippling through her head. *I let my emotions get the better of me.* The image of a gray-and-white tabby tom came to her head, gazing at her with an amber gaze full of love. At his paws were two small tabby kits, wrestling and mewling with happiness, and beside the tom stood a smaller cat who looked exactly like the older one, with bright green eyes. Then a breeze blew through them and their images rippled and disappeared. Grief gripped her heart again but she bottled it up and lifted her head high and proud even though it was hard. "I haven't been the best leader for FrostClan in recent moons. I.. I'm just not the cat I once was," *I can't let go of the past.* She turned to look down at Wolfclaw. "I have come to the conclusion I am to no longer be your leader. I will go back to being a warrior and take my old name, Splashfire."
—Patchfeather**From**the pinnacle to
 the pit 13:43, March 7, 2018 (UTC)

(wait guys do we have a moonstone or a moonpool or something else? I'll fill in the ... below once I know the answer) Wolfclaw stared into the crowd, waiting silently for their gasps and whispers. And indeed, they came. He stepped onto the rock, staying quiet until the cats hushed. There were still murmurs here and there, but there was no need to quiet them down. "I know it was shocking. It was a sudden move. But I hope you will accept me as new leader of FrostClan. I may have been spiteful and harsh in the past, but I will do my best to be a leader you'll all respect. I guess Fernfrost will soon take me to the ...," his gaze slowly shifted to Raindrop, lying there in the den with Fernfrost. "Unless she's busy. I'll wait if she needs to clear things up with Raindrop."

"I accidentally did it on purpose." *- Hollywhisker* 23:25, March 8, 2018 (UTC)

"I-I haven't..." Ebonypaw whispered, resting her head briefly on Brackenheart's shoulder. "I wonder what's going to happen. I was about to ask whether we could go for a little run in the forest, maybe some hunting?"
No matter how many times we fought, love will always conquer hatred. 00:06, March 13, 2018 (UTC)