Pebblesplash sat waiting at the NightClan ShadeClan border, her gray and white pelt loosely blowing in the wind. It had been a mysterious thing, Lyra never choosing a second deputy so Pebblesplash was here to choose the deputy for NightClan itself. Despite not receiving a dream she had gotten an odd omen. She stood when she saw a black smoke tabby molly walking towards her. "Evening," the tabby greeted the medicine cat. Pebblesplash gave a swift nod as they made their way back to camp. "I imagine you've received some sort sign from StarClan?" Smokeflight asked. The tabby warrior had watched the Clan fall apart after the death of Lyra, with no deputy it went to complete chaos. Warriors killing each other for the title of leader, it was horrendous.

"Yes, I'll be announcing it once I get to the camp." She stated. Smokeflight nodded. "Good thing, its been horrendous living like this." She commented as they arrived at the entrance to the camp, both stopping. Pebblesplash was the first to walk in, every head turning to her. She made her way to the leader's stump - an old, rotting tree stump that stood just under the leader's den. The faint scent of the Clan's founder lingered on the stump. She shook it off and continued. "As you all know NightClan has been without leader for many moons now. I have received a sign," she paused, not sure whether to tell them of the omen or leave it be. "Despite your Clan already being in darker signs, there are darker times yet to come." She told them.

"Now for the part your all probably waiting for. Your new leader is," she swept her gaze over the crowd to find the small black molly. "Ravenheart." She fell silent as she waited for their reaction. However, it surprised as small cheers went it. She could feel some tension and sadness that some were not chosen but since Ravenheart was meant to be the next leader nobody argued. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:03, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenheart silently watched as the cats arrived at camp, then continued to watch from her seat, ice-blues eyes like a hawk on the two cats. She listened to the annoucement, feeling nothing about the darker times ahead. The Clans' always were in dark times, this would change nothing. But when Pebblesplash finished, annoucing the new leader, Ravenheart made no reaction at first, then realized whose name Pebblesplash had spoken. Wait - what? I'm the chosen leader? 

Ravenheart stayed silent for a few moments, but noticed her jaw had fallen open and her eyes were wide, she quickly shook herself to stop looking so stupid. "A-are you sure it's me?" Ravenheart stammered. Despite her dramatic size, she was always a confident cat, always seemed to know the best thing to say, but now she felt different - like she just now realized how small she was. "It could have been a different warrior," Ravenheart mewed, silently remarking how she was still also quite a young warrior. ~Patchfeather~ 16:35, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Of course I'm sure. StarClan doesn't lie." She said, her gaze meeting Ravenheart's. "StarClan is never wrong, they chose you for a reason, make sure its a good reason." She said stonily, before she continued towards where Smokeflight was. "You may take me back to my territory, Rockstorm can take it from here." She said. The tabby molly nodded before she led the ShadeClan cat out of the camp. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 19:44, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker stretched outside of the Warrior's den, her pelt prickling with question. I wonder who the new leader will be. She dug her claws into the moss, her ears flat. Hopefully it's someone good, atleast.. We've been without one for too long now. sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 20:56, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenheart called a faint good-bye to Pebblesplash, then turned to see Rockstorm padding over. "You must recieve your lives," Rockstorm said, voice filled with his usual annoyance. Ravenheart nodded, lifting one paw and glancing around her Clan, feeling lost. "Now!" Rockstorm urged, head-butting the she-cats scrawny shoulder, almost making her topple over. She hurried to the camp entrance, looking back at the Clan one last time. "I'll see you all tomorrow," Ravenheart waved her tail, then continued to hop after Rockstorm, who stayed two rabbit-lengths ahead of her. 

Thistleleaf watched Ravenheart leave, her eyes glowing with pride. She knew Ravenheart was special, she may be small, but she had many other strengths, she would be a good leader. She curled her prickly tail protectively around her swollen belly. 

Bravepaw sat beside her ginger mother, Yellowleaf, watching Ravenheart leave. "Who is in charge of camp while she's away? Who'll be deputy? Will she return? What if she's not meant to lead NightClan? Well, not that I have doubts on her, she'd be a great leader, but -" Yellowleaf shushed her rambling daughter with a flick of her tail. ~Patchfeather~ 22:50, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker's ears twitched at the sound of her apprentice's voice, and she let out a purr of amusement before trekking towards her with graceful bounds. So Ravenheart will be the next leader. Thank StarClan! Hopefully she will be a good leader.. "I'm sure she'll be just fine," She mused, stretching her jaws into a yawn before continuing on, "afterall, she is one of the strongest cats in the Clan. And StarClan did choose her." — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 22:54, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, you're right," Bravepaw purred, grinning widely. "She will be a great leader. Who'll be her deputy?" the bracken-colored apprentice asked, determined to get her questions answered. ~Patchfeather~ 23:04, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker nodded, but kept silent for a moment, wondering the same exact thing. Who will be deputy? There's alot of cats to choose from. "Hopefully someone wise enough," She purred, her voice hinted with laughter and curiosity. "I wouldn't worry to much, though. It's Ravenhe-" She paused for a moment, realizing Ravenheart would no longer be just an ordinary cat soon. "Ravenstar's decision." — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 23:14, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Yeah, it is. We're just going to have to wait and see. But it'll be so fun guessing!" Bravepaw exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement. Ugh, this is going to keep me up all night...~Patchfeather~ 23:21, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

The snowy she-cat nodded, a feeling of a tight knot bottling up in her chest. Apprentices, always so eager to learn.. She thought, chuckling to herself silently. But I also can't help but wonder, who will be the next Clan deputy? And will it be a good cat, someone worthy of leading us in the future?.. sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 23:25, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

"Can we go hunting, Sagewhisker?" Bravepaw asked, hoping a good hunt would clear her head. ~Patchfeather~ 23:43, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker rose to her paws, her tail twitching. "Sure," She murmured, almost choking on her words. Maybe this will clear my mind.sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 23:52, April 6, 2017 (UTC)

Bravepaw said a brief good-bye to her mother before tearing out of camp at full speed. Branches whipped her face as she ran, making it sting, and she tasted a faint trace of blood, but did she care? It was fun so nope. She skidded to a halt, realizing she left Sagewhisker behind. She paced around, waiting for her mentor.  ~Patchfeather~ 20:37, April 7, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker, her ears twitching in amusement, bounded after her apprentice. "Wait!" She yowled, skidding to a halt. She panted, her tongue rolling over her whiskers. "You shouldn't run off like that," She scolded, seeing the disappointment in her apprentice's eyes moments later. That was quite impressive, though! "Anyway, let's get a move on. Follow me." After these words, she continued to saunter beside her apprentice. She paused for a moment and pointed her tail towards the trees. "Do you know the advantages of having this many trees in our territory?" — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 21:05, April 7, 2017 (UTC)

Bravepaw glanced wonderingly up at the towering trees, flicking her ears as she thought. "Um..." Come on you know this! "Oh! We can climb in them?" Bravepaw answered, still looking uncertain. ~Patchfeather~ 21:41, April 7, 2017 (UTC)

She nodded slowly in reply, a hint of discern in her gaze. "Yes, but not quite," She replied, giving her paw a quick lick. "Whenever we climb those trees, we have the advantage over our prey, and our enemies. It gives us an upper hand so the prey won't see us." She paused for a moment, raising her tail. "Try to scent out some prey, and if it's close enough, go up the tree and do your best to leap down and catch it. It's not always the easiest, but you'll learn. It's one of the best tactics that we have, and it gives us a better chance." — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 00:21, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight came back shortly afterwards, Pebblesplash, as usual, had been quiet and reserved. The gray and white tabby medicine cat wasn't always too talkative. The black smoke tabby sauntered into camp and looked around, it seemed Ravenheart had already left. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 00:23, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Bravepaw nodded eagerly. She parted her jaws, letting the forest smells bath her senses. She caught a whiff of a warm and musty scent. Squirrel! She lifted her head, staring up into the trees, freezing when she spotted the gray creature perched on a low tree branch over her head, nibbling a nut. She resisted the urge to chirp with excitement and stalked over to the tree trunk, digging her claws in and quietly hauling herself up.

She carried carefully on until she reached the branch. The dumb thing didn't even notice her! She stalked slowly towards it, one step at a time. When she was in pouncing distance, she leaped, but misjudged the length and went sailing over it, landing on the other side of the tree branch, she whipped around, spotting the squirrel scrambling away, trying to get away from his hunter. I'm not letting you get away! She darted after it, bitting down on it's tail and yanking it down. It's terrified squeal was aburtly cut off as she clamped down on it's throat. ~Patchfeather~ 01:01, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Impressed, Sagewhisker nodded to her apprentice in approval and opened her jaws. "Great catch!" She purred. "You're really learning quickly! There's no doubt in my mind that you will be one of the best warriors in the whole forest." — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 01:12, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

"Well, I was trained by one of the best," Bravepaw's mew was muffled by fur as she carefully slid down the trees. She buried it under the roots to collect later. 

Thistleleaf curled up in her nest in the nursery and fell into a slight doze. She had a terrible secret, and she was keeping it from her mate. Guilt knawed at her belly. She hated lying to him, but it would be better this way. ~Patchfeather~ 17:47, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Sagewhisker let out a purr, satisfaction warming in her gaze. "Let's get this back to camp," She mewed, her whiskers twitching. "On our way back, you can try to catch something else if you'd like." — sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 18:07, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Bravepaw nodded, pulling her half buried squirrel and following her mentor. She kept her ears and nose alert for sounds or smells of prey. An odd scent made her wrinkle her nose. Fox. Stale though, at least a few days. ~Patchfeather~ 19:15, April 8, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight sniffed, the scent of Lyra still faint. She had seen how great of a leader the molly was and her being gone was just hard for her. Lyra had practically been a mother to everyone. The tabby warrior cast her sly gaze onto the other warriors gathered near the den. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 14:05, April 10, 2017 (UTC)

Acornshell padded into camp, carrying a fat squirrel, his whiskers twitching happily as he headed into the nursery. He ducked through the entrance to see his heavily pregnant mate curled up in her mossy nest. "Hey, Thistleleaf, I got some prey for you," he mewed, nudging her awake. Thistleleaf's orange eyes flickered open to glare at him. "Thanks." She turned away, her back facing him. Acornshell stared down at her, confusion clouding his gaze. "Are you ok-"

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Thistleleaf snapped, cutting him off. Acornshell, taken aback, backed away, feeling even more confused. Why was Thistleleaf mad at him? Why didn't she want him here? He opened his mouth to say something but closed it, eyes hard and left the den, bitterness rising in his throat. He sat down carefully outside the warriors den, inspecting his paws sourly. ~Patchfeather~ 20:35, April 10, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight worked her way through the small camp she called home, she spotted Rockstorm and not far away was Thistleleaf. The two were odd, yes. She cast her olive gaze down before she continued forward, Ravenstar should be back soon but she wasn't sure who she had left in charge. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 14:26, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Acornshell continued to pout with a shadowy look on his face. Was Thistleleaf mad she was expecting kits? She was excited before but now she's mad? Why? Thistleleaf could be so confusing sometimes... 

Thistleleaf sighed as Acornshell disappeared from the den, she could feel the heat of anger and hurt wafting off him, hitting her like a wave. She already regretted sending him away. I don't know what to do... how to act, I just don't know. I can't live lying to him my whole life, whenever I feel like I'm killing someone. Suddenly she longed for someone to confine in, someone to talk to about her problems. She couldn't talk about it with Rockstorm, Ravenheart was too busy, she had a Clan to lead, she didn't need anymore worries. Thistleleaf felt more alone than ever.~Patchfeather~ 14:47, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight tossed her head up, craning her neck to look over the crowd. What to do.." she pondered boredly. Her tabby pelt quivering slightly from the cool wind. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 14:49, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

(Okay, I think I'm gonna have her have babies now) Thistleleaf's heart skipped when she felt a pain run through her belly. She swallowed, her throat feeling like it was coated in sand. She had been warned by other she-cats who had kits before that the pain started, not too bad, but then turned horrible quickly. Panic rose in her chest. What should she do? Rockstorm was still with Ravenheart at the moonstone, so he couldn't help. She tossed around in her nest, but that made it worse so she froze. ~Patchfeather~ 14:55, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight had heard the queen's distress and worked her way to the nursery, was she giving birth? "Thistleleaf," the warrior spoke softly, picking up a lofty stick. "Here bite this," I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 15:28, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Heart pounding in her ears, Thistleleaf obeyed, biting down on the stick, fear spiking her already spiky fur, making her look like a pinecone. "Does it take a long time?" ---- Acornshell lifted his head from scowling when he heard the detressed voice of Thistleleaf. Were her kits coming? He bounded over to the den in a few paw steps, shoving his way inside. "What's the matter?" ~Patchfeather~ 16:18, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight cast him a haughty glare, "I think its best if you wait oustide, she needs all the room she can get." She said to him, she had briefly heard their argument earlier but had chosen to ignore it but if he got her more distressed than she already was then the birthing was sure to fail. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:23, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Acornshell's eyes flashed defiantly. "But I have to be here! I have to! They're my kits, I need to help her!" Thistleleaf dug her claws into the moss and growled. "Dear StarClan, Acornshell, get out!" With that, Acornshell retreated, ears flat to his mottled head. He sat outside the nursery, tail flicking. 

Bravepaw bounded over to the nursery and poked her head in. "Do you need any water?" --- Ravenstar followed Rockstorm slowly into camp, her tail trailing in the dust, exhuasted from her adventure. ~Patchfeather~ 16:29, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight scowled in the tom's direction, why were toms so much trouble? She shook her head before she answered Bravepaw. "Yes, quite a bit actually. As soon as Rockstorm returns retrieve him as well. He might have some herbs that might help." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:31, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Bravepaw nodded. "I think he and Ravenstar have just returned! I'll go ask him." Bravepaw darted away, nearly crashing into Rockstorm. "Rockstorm, Thistleleaf is kitting!" Rockstorm hurried to the nursery without acknowledging Bravepaw and slipped into the den. "How is she doing?" he asked, resting a paw on Thistleleaf's belly. Thistleleaf flinched slightly when Rockstorm's paw touched her pelt but she shook off her unease. 

Bravepaw gave Ravenstar a quick greeting, promising she'd make her a brand new nest when she was done fetching water. The bracken-colored apprentice sniffed underneath an oak tree, finding a thick clump of moss and ripping it out, before carrying it to a stream and soaking it, then made a mad dash back to camp. ~Patchfeather~ 16:39, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Smokeflight nodded before she started to talk softly to Thistleleaf, in hopes to calm her enough to ease her through the birth. "Take deep breaths, it might help with the pain." I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 18:19, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

After awhile, Thistleleaf bore her first kit, then the second, the third, and finally the fourth kit, a flame-point she-cat. Thistleleaf looked down at the wriggling mewing kits at her belly and all of the regret she had had for them faded instantly, replaced by love. How could I ever regret you? she thought, lapping one of the kits heads. She leaned back to let them feed, feeling exhausted. "I'll go get some borage. It'll help you make more milk." Rockstorm turned, padding out of the den. ~Patchfeather~ 18:51, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Whitekit mewled rather loudly as the cold air hit her wet body. The gray and white tabby-point kitten cast her closed eyes around trying to get a sense of her directions. Fatigue had already covered her body as she squirmed towards what she thought was warmth. That was when she hit the three bodies, her siblings. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 19:06, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

The ginger tabby tom mewed as he searched for milk, then fell silent as he began to suckle. His flame-point sister lie beside him, head buried in her mothers pelt. Rockstorm sat back, giving Thistleleaf a nod. "Great job, Thistleleaf," he meowed, his voice wistful. He flicked his tail to any other cats in the den. "We should leave Thistleleaf in peace." Thistleleaf waited until Rockstorm was the last in the den, just as he was setting his paw outside she called him back. "Wait - Rockstorm... I need to tell you something," Thistleleaf meowed, kneading her nest anxiously. "These... these kits... they're not Acornshell's." Rockstorm 'raised an eyebrow' eyes full of confusion. "Then who is the father?" Thistleleaf took a deep breath. 

"It's you... you're their father." ~Patchfeather~ 21:10, April 11, 2017 (UTC)

Whitekit popped her head up as though she understood what the queen was saying. Her snowy ears quivering just slightly. The kitten mewled loudly before she snuggled close and fell asleep. Smokeflight had left, unknowing of what Thistleleaf just said. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 13:58, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Rockstorm's eyes widened, his jaw parting slightly. "W-what?" Had he misheard what she said? But Thistleleaf stared at him with narrowed orange eyes. This was real. "I can't be!" he hissed. "Well you are!" Thistleleaf growled, weary. "Have you told Acornshell?" Rockstorm demanded, tail twitching anxiously. Thistleleaf shook her head, eyes closed. Rockstorm shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. It was wrong, lying to Acornshell, his own brother. I've betrayed him! The medicine cat code! He glanced down at the kits coldly before whipping around and stomping out of the den. 

Thistleleaf's gaze followed Rockstorm helplessly. She didn't blame him for having this reaction. She nuzzled each one of her four kits in turn. Don't worry kits, it's just overwelming for him. Deep down he loves you.

Acornshell padded warily into the den. "Can I see them?" he softly demanded. Thistleleaf nodded, yet again guilt piercing her heart. Acornshell peered into the nest at the four fluffy bundles. "They're... they're beautiful!" he purred. ~Patchfeather~ 15:26, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Dustpelt sat outside, his bi-colored black and brown pelt damp from his swim. He had recently taken on a knack for swimming and fishing and he enjoyed to be frankly honest. The young warrior cast his pale gaze towards the stream, a small, stagnant, winding stream. He stood finally before he headed back to camp silently, a yawn parting his lips. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:05, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar had waited outside the medicine den, awaiting Rockstorm's return. She rose to her paws when he padded past. "Rockstorm, I saw something at my leader ceremony, I think it was an omen!" she meowed, before noticing he looked troubled. Had the kitting gone wrong? "I doubt it was anything," Rockstrom brushed it off, pushing past her into his den, leaving Ravenstar staring after him, looking rather shocked. She shook her head and padded toward her den to rest. I still need to chose a deputy.

"What should we name them?" Acornshell asked, proudly sniffing the kittens. Thistleleaf stared thoughtfully at the kits. "Maybe we should wait until their eyes open?" Acornshell nodded, settling down next to her, wrapping his tail around her and the kits. A spark of hope flared in Thistleleaf's chest. Acornshell seemed to love the kits already. When the day came when she told him the truth, maybe things wouldn't be so bad. ~Patchfeather~ 16:27, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Dustpelt strode into camp, head high. His yellow eyes searching for someone to chat with. He watched as Rockstorm walked past. The bi-colored warrior shrugged before striding to Morningstorm. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 16:36, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Ravenstar curled up in her nest, fresh moss. Bravepaw must have made her a new one. She sighed, her ears burning with annoyance. What was wrong with Rockstorm? She needed him and he just shrugged her off like some annoying kit. I just hope the omen won't be too bad. I'll try talking with Rockstorm again later. She rested her head on her paws, pushing the omen to the back of her head and brought up the topic of the new deputy. They'd all be great deputies to be honest. She thought, frustration making her fur prickle.

Acornshell nodded and soon the two cats dozed off. Bravepaw practiced battle moves with her mother, tackling her and shoving her into the dust. "You're training is coming along well," Yellowleaf purred, shaking her daughter off. ~Patchfeather~ 21:22, April 12, 2017 (UTC)

Dustpelt and Morningstorm sat talking, it had been a little over twenty minutes now and the two got along greatly. As they talked, Smokeflight watched from afar as the two seemed to grow closer within minutes. She had no doubt that they would become mates in the near future. Morningstorm always spoke highly of how she wanted a family this was her chance. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 14:25, April 13, 2017 (UTC)

After a few days had passed, Thistleleaf's kittens eyes had opened. She named her white kit Whitekit, her handsome ginger son Brackenkit, her flame-pointed daughter Paprikakit, and her (insert description/name here). Brackenkit toyed with Paprikiakit's orange tail, clumsy on his large paws. Meanwhile, Ravenstar had appointed Dawnwhisper as her deputy. ~Patchfeather~ 22:48, April 19, 2017 (UTC)

Whitekit was curled up next to her mother sleeping, eyelids fluttering only slightly as she dreamt. Dustpelt and Morningstorm pranced into camp, pelts soaked from their swim. The two had been spending more and more time with each other as they did they grew closer. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 14:46, April 20, 2017 (UTC)

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