Autumnbreeze~(sorry in advance for the annoying tenses)

I sighed, lifting the comfrey into the storage area. She Just didn't understand. I knew what it felt like to be a frightened queen, especially for your kits. And Batkit's senses were slightly better. But not his actual vision. Blindness cannot be reversed. Thornkit came in earlier today. I wonder why he comes in so often, but ignored it anyway.

I had sent Soul paw out to gather some herbs. She still hadn't returned. Why not?

Cricketstar~

Later. Bedtime! >_< 

~darkpaw

I sit in the medicin den sorting herbs for some reason we were short on moss i sigh realizing either the elders or the kits needed it when i walked outside i saw beetlepaw,bumblepaw, and featherpaw returning i nodded to them then went back to sorting the herbs afyer all i was the medicin cat apprentice after all. It has been about a moon scince i got my apprentice name but still no soighn from starclan. were they mad at me for liking beetlepaw? but i didnt know for sure. i settled to continue the search for rotten dock leaaves  

(srry my post is so short i just realized it started)

Ok, back into it.

Autumnbreeze~

That lonely night, I couldn't sleep. Quietly, I padded outside, out of the den, out of the camp, over to the lake.

The moon looked surreal that night, reminding of part of why we were named MoonClan. I sat on the bank and looked at the stars. Slowly, without wanting to, my past came back in flashes.

Loving Misttail...

Cast out from a very old Clan...

Having kits...

Abandoning said kits to the future SunClan...

Accepted into the new MoonClan...

"Stop!" I nearly yowled. The flood of memories was too much. I stood up and started back to camp, tail dragging.

Thats when I heard her. In the bushes. (Someone find her!)

Cricketstar~

That night, I settled down in my den. Leafpelt padded over and curled up nextto me.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hello yourself." She hissed in my ear. I smiled and curled my tail over my nose. Tomorrow should be more eventful. 

Nightstalker~

My paws flash, beating at Moonstar mercilessly. Must. Train. Harder. Must. Get. My. Kits. Back. Moonstar grabs me by my scruff as if I were a kit, and tosses me to the side.

I lay there, as if defeated, making myself look as limp and broken as possible. She comes over to me, waving her tail elegantly. "Do you give up?" She asks, in a voice sweeter than honey, and more deadly than deathberries.

I leap to my feet, lunging for her throat. "Never!" I snarl, grasping at her throat. I have her. The shock nearly bowls me over, but I hang on. 

She disappears and appears a few fox-lengths in front of me. Her eyes shine with pleasure. She dips her head, mewing, "You are ready to have an apprentice of your own, now."

I almost burst with pride, like the apprentice I was many moons ago. "Try to convince Batkit," Moonstar tells me.

"He can see in his dreams, and could easily be ... manipulated into joining our cause, if you play your cards right." I flick my tail impatiently. "But we need more numbers!" I hiss. "Won't you be taking on another apprentice?"

Moonstar twitches her whiskers as though amused by my anger. "Yes, I will be taking on another apprentice. I will be taking on ... well, never you mind." She kinks her tail over her back, and a motley crew of cats slink up behind her.

"And, my warriors will do all they can to recruit as many warriors in both clans as they can." My heart pounds with excitement. After moons and moons or training, I'm ready. 

And I will fight for my kits.

I wake in the woods, then stretch and head back towards camp. I tend to sneak off to the woods so that my dumb clanmated won't wake me up and ask me mousebrained questions. I stiffen, tasting the air.

Another cat is here. "Who's there?" I growl. Autumnbreeze steps out of the underbrush. She looks shaken.

"I-it's me." She says, her voice quavering. I eye her suspiciously. I could kill her. And no cat would know it. And that would leave poor little Soulpaw all on her own. My tail twitches. Should I?

~~~~~

Inktail, it is up to you whether or not Autumnbreeze dies. I figured it would just be good to send the plot rolling, although it seems a bit too soon to me. 

@CHO CHANG
AMAZING IDEA CAN BUMBLEPAW TRAIN WITH U LIKE WHEN U MEET HIM AT THE GATHERING U SEE HE HAS POTENTIAL AND U TRAIN HIM!!! 

@cho chang 

I HAVE A GREAT IDEA WHAT IF BUMBLEPAW IS BEING MENTORED BY  NIGHT STALKER LIKE THEY MEET IN BATTLE AND BUMBLEPAW BEATS HIM OR YOU MI+EET HIM AT A GATHERING AND HE HAS POTENTIAL IDK BUT I LIKE THIS PLOT!!!!!!!!

Yay Kestrial! I hadn't seen the other post yet on the prohpocy you wanted, so sorry Cho Chang! But glad it all worked out! How about Batkit saw that phrophocy instead. Also I tweeked a little so it wasn't as long, sounded more like StarClan, and it ryhms a lot more ;D here it is:

Dark and night will stalk the moon and sun, Many they will steal.

When Mist and Soul become one, The plain has begun.

The rest will shreik and cry, And love will haunt and slaughter,

 But born from the scent and sound is sight, and only the one who can truly see, Will foretell a sight of desteiny, And an ancheint rule will be broken.

A sibling lost, A love taken, Hatred grips the land.  

But when a single golden Thorn, shines from the Claw of darkness, The Star will shine again. 

Adding on! (Oh and I'm concluding that this is the next day and that the pratrol went hunting and stuff and pratroled some more and came back late, and Littlestar decided to tell it the next day)

Oh and for the question on when they will be apprintanced, right.....

~Mistkit

"Yes, well.... I guess I should get back to work before Autumnbreeze gets back and sees that I have nothing done." She says awkwardly.

I twitch the tip of my tail in anouyance. She never has time for me or doesn't want me here? But instead I simply say, "of course. I'll tell the others you said hi, okay?" She nods and touches my gray shoulder with her tip tip. I flick her ear with my tail. It was our signature guester as kits. And I saw her smile. What a wonderful sight that is.

I turn my back and bound off back towards the others. "How's Soulpaw?" Fawnkit demands as soon as I'm in earshot. 

"Fine." I respond. "She just doesn't want to see me."

I saw a grin spread across her jaws. She was really bad at hiding the fact that she was pleased about this. "She didn't want to see me then becasue she was doing...um....medicen cat stuff." I retorted. 

Before Fawnkit could reply, Sprucekit anounced, "Mistkit, me and Batkit are 6 moons old today, because the gathering's today. You won't be for another day or two."

Before Thornkit could retort in his sour tounge, mother and Frostflower came running out of the den and to the medicen cat's den. Thornkit started to ask what that was all about, and then he saw the black pelt of Batkit in my mother's mouth. We froze and watched with big eyes as they dissapeared into the medicen cat's den. Then as Frostflower emerged from the entrence tunnle, saw them, dropped what she was carrying and pelted over to them.

Sprucekit whimpered as her tail tip dissapeared into the crevice.

~Ravencry

"Where's your mentor, Soulpaw?" Frostflower demanded.

Batkit was still drowsy and blinked around at the gathered cats. Just then Autumnbreeze came ripping through the crevice and stood staring at us. "What happened with Batkit now?" She demanded with concern.

"I-It's a phrochocy..." I stammered through my mouth full of fur. "Batkit..."

"Dark and night will stalk the moon and sun, Many they will steal.

When Mist and Soul become one, The plain has begun.

The rest will shreik and cry, And love will haunt and slaughter,

 But born from the scent and sound is sight, The one who can truly see, Will foretell a sight of sound and sent, And an ancheint rule will be broken.

A sibling lost, A love taken, Hatred grips the land.  

But when a single golden Thorn, shines from the Claw of darkness, The Star will shine again." His eyes seemed to shine a brighter blue as he said the words. 

Autumnbreeze stammbered as she heard this and gently touched my shoulder. I put the small kit down and she stared into his eyes. "What did you see when you dreamed of this?"

Batkit stammberd as the four pairs of eyes glared down at him. He couldn't see them, but I knew he senced our gaze upon him. "There was the camp. It was a normal day, I think. But then mist came in. And I thought I was waking up, then their eyes turned red. ANd I could see their stillhoughts and eyes through the mists. Then darker ctas came from the corners of my vison with dark red eyes. Red was everywhere. I thought it was blood. And-and then I heard the voice..." he chocked on his words and swallowed hard.

Autumnbreeze sat back on her haunches and looked at the two queens. "I don't think it was a phrophocy. I haven't received anything like that. Maybe it's his blindness, messing with something in his head."

I sighed in relife. Batkit stammered some more, looking in the direction of the medicen cat's voice. "But-but I sware-"

"Shhhh, Batkit. She's the medicen cat. Kits like you don't usually recive messeges from Starclan." I cooed pushing him from the den. 

I turned back and let Frostflower slide past me. "Autumnbreeze, when do you think Batkit will be able to become an aprintance? Littlestar came to me last night and asked for my choise on mentors for them. I don't want to keep his sibling waiting but..."

"Then don't. To be honest, Ravencry, I don't think he will ever be able to become a warrior. Don't keep your kits waiting." 

"He will be a worrior. His sight is becoming better. And while we wait for that to heal, his sight and sent is improving, and he can sharpen them more as he trains to be a warrior."

The medicen cat's whiskers twiched. Without waiting for her responce I slid out of the den. 

~When it is dark out~ 

I emerged into the clearing, just to see the moring pratrol from, this morning, returning. It was more cats then I thought, aperently Jaydream was meating another pratrol in the woods. Before I knew what was happening, Littlestar had jumped onto high rock, and called the clan to a clan meating. Already in the clearing, I slipped away to sit by the nursery, calming the kits arund me. Jaydream locked eyes with me from across the clearing and I knew what was going to happen. "Be ready." I growled to my kits, as I started grooming their fur. 

Sprucekit ad Mistkit couldn't surpress their excitment as they realized what was happening. Batkit didn't argue as I started grooming him, but he still seemed in sort of a daze. "To start off," Littlestar begain. "my pratrol, Moonbeam, Owlwings, and Silvercloud with the hunting pratrol, Jaydream, Furnpaw, and Shadepaw, smelt a very acrid smell near our border. Foxes. Two of them. We fought them off with some SunClan warriors, but they may still be on our tarratory. So kits," he looked towards us, "keep inside the camp." He paused, servaying the croud bellow them. I noticed how all of the members he mentioned happened to escape with no wounds. "Without further adue, I would like to asseign some new apprintances into our ranks." Mistkit and Sprucekit juped up, eyes shinning and bright. "Mistkit, step fowards." Mistkit looked back towards his denmates then jumped up past the croud of cats and up to the leader. I realized with dissaproval he messed up his grooming. 

Littlestar lept down from the rock and adressed the younge cat. "Mistkit. You are 6 moons old today, and have helped the elders and medicen cats as much as you could. Owlwings, step fowards." The younge she-cat's eyes sparkled as she realized se was getting an aprintance. "Do you wish to be yoounge Mistkit's apprintace?"

"Yes." She whispered with awa.

"Then I, under the eyes of StarClan, give Mistkit his new name. Mistkt, you will now be known as Mistpaw. Owlwings, teach the warrior code and the wonders of the forest to this younge apprinntace, and maybe you will even learn some yourself."

Owlwings walked up and touched noses with Mistpaw. Mistpaw then turned to Littlestar, and licked his shoulder as Littlecould rested his head on Mistpaw's head. Mistpaw pulled away and bounded over to the base of the highrock. "Sprucekit, step foward."

The younge she-cat's eyes lit up and without a hesitating bounded to the front of the clearing, bearly skidding into Littlestar. I watched her go with pride, and started grooming back Batkit's messy pelt. "Sprucekit. You are also 6 moons old today, and have helped around the camp, which charishes your sparky but quite self. Moonbeam, step fowards." My pelt bristled. I said specifically not to choose Moonbeam! Doesn't he know what she did? She killed my mate! The father of those kits! No, of course he doesn't know. "You were brave today, fighting that fox and killing that rouge earlyer on." 

My fur stood practuarly upright as I watched this horrer. "You alright, Ravencry?" Frostflower whispered.

"Fine." I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Do you take younge Sprucekit as your aprintance?" Litttlestar continued. 

I lashed my tail. "Yes." She gasped in excitment.

"Then I, under the eyes of StarClan, give Sprucekit her new name. Sprucekt, you will now be known as Sprucepaw. Moonbeam, teach the warrior code and the wonders of the forest to this younge apprinntace. Maybe you will sharpen your disseplen doing so."

Moonbeam walked up and touched noses with Sprucepaw. Sprucepaw then turned to Littlestar, and licked his shoulder as Littlestar rested his head on Sprucepaw's head. Sprucepaw pulled away and bounded over to the base of the highrock next to her brother and his mentor. Moonbeam followed cose behind. "Bitkit, step foward."

My heart jumped in pleasure, momentarly forgeting about Moonbeam. Batkit was going to becom an aprintance! Just then the entrence tunnel rustled and Nightstalker walked through. She glanced around and bared her teeth at the gathered cats before settling down off to the side, looking at Littlestar expectantly, then back at Batkit, who was still in a daze. I swallowed hard. Oh no, not her for Batkit! I gave him a hesitant nudge. It was better then Sprucekit's mentor, Moonbeam, right? Atleast he had a mentor. Batkit stummbled foward, the warriors helping lead him towards Littlestar. He stopped blindly facing Littlestar. "Batkit. You are also 6 moons old today, and have done your best to fit in. If it wasn't for Nightstalker, you wouldn't be turning into an aprintance today. Nightstalker, step fowards." She looked around smugly at the awaiting cats and gaulnty walked up to srand by Batkit, her tail swishing back and foward in antisapation. "Nightstalker sujested herself as your mentor. Since I wasn't planning to make you as an apprintance today, you were the only option for younge Batkit. Do you take him as your aprintance?"

I hissed loudly, and Littlestar eyed me warely. "Well, duh." Nightstalker hissed.

Batkit looked in her direction with a thankful expretion. Afterall, she allowed him to become an aprintance. Littlestar probably was never going to make him one. "Then I, under the eyes of StarClan, give Batkit his new name. Batkt, you will now be known as Batpaw. Nightstalker, teach the warrior code and the wonders of our forest to this younge apprinntace. Maybe you will learn more respect in the process."

Nightstalker growled angerly in Littlestar's direction then walked up and touched noses with Batpaw. Batpaw then turned to Littlestar, but Nightstalker stopped him before he could preform the tradion. Hesetantly, he turned away, following Nightstalker's tail with his whiskers touching it and leading him. Littlestar snorted and dissmissed the meating. 

I swallowed hard, shocked. Will StarClan except Batpaw as an apprintance after that?

~Falconheart

We return from training, and whisper in Wrentail's ear as I pass her, "Thistlewing does like you," her whiskers twitch, and I know that she's happier than anything. We've had talks about this before. And Honeylark.

But of course, she'd rather have sweet nothings murmured into her ear. I roll my eyes in disgust and stalk towards the freshkill pile.

~Wrentail

My heart stops beating at that moment, and I warm, delicious feeling fills me up from my toes to my ears. I stroll over to Thistlewing, as casual as could be, and ask, "Do you want to go on a patrol?"

He dips his head. "Sure," He purrs, looking at me with those dreamy eyes of his. "C'mon, Beetlepaw!" I call, "We're going on a patrol."

He bounds after us, mewing to Featherpaw. We head out of the camp, and then I start to feel awkward, searching for the right words. "Th-Thistlewing," I stammer, "I, um," he turns to face me. "Yes?"

"Falconheartsaidyoulikedme." I mew all in one breath, then start licking my chest fur. Thistlewing rounds on me. "He did?!" He asks, shocked.

"But-I trusted him-" I push my head under his chin. "For good reason," I mew softly. "Because I like you too, you mousebrain."

He pulls away. "You aren't just saying that to be nice to me, are you?" He asks, his voice ready to be hurt.

"No, no. I would never do that. I've liked you since we were kits. I was afraid that you wouldn't want to talk to me if I told you. But I'm glad I did." He purrs, and I press up against him, happiness bubbling up in my chest.