Petalstar's tail lashed as she stood on the Highledge, eyes sweeping across the rocky hollow of ThunderClan camp. She'd stood at the top of this rock for many moons, addressing the Clan and giving countless ceremonies. After watching ThunderClan grow and prosper for seasons, she knew that the peace wouldn't last long. As much as it pained her to admit it, she had been worried about the prophecy that had been given to her upon Roseclaw's kitting.She was given a dream that could not be ignored. One that she had confided with in Dusknose. The medicine cat was hardly surprised with her revelation when she shared it with him. Instead, he'd explained to her that this was a sign from StarClan."Four must become Five," she whispered to herself, closing her eyes as she tried understanding what that meant.At first, she thought it meant finding the Clan that Flamestrike had mentioned. SkyClan. She didn't want to believe that another Clan existed far away from the others. That the Clans had bee
The air was crisp with frost as Smokepaw wove her way through the sparse undergrowth. With the moon hanging low beyond the trees, it provided the only source of light for her. Not that she didn't mind the lack of light. She used her sensitive whiskers and careful pawsteps to help guide her through the forest and the marsh. ShadowClan was known for patrolling and hunting at night, and she was determined to prove that she too could do just that.Briarheart was just a few pawsteps ahead of her, glancing over her shoulder constantly to make sure Smokepaw was keeping up. With such an important night ahead, Smokepaw planned on making sure that she proved her own mentor wrong. Russetstar had already claimed that she was ready to become a warrior, and this assessment would only add to his encouragement."Now, since this is your first assessment of the night, I want to make sure that you're ready for it," Briarheart meowed once they reached the training area. The marsh was only a few fox-lengt
Furzewhisker let out a heavy sigh as she nosed through the sparse collection of herbs she had stored away for leafbare. It was a meager ration compared to what she normally had at this time. Because the Clan was still sorting themselves out, she hadn't had the time nor the energy to gather enough herbs during leaf-fall to prepare herself for leafbare.Icestar had made living in WindClan intolerable.His command was that she-cats needed to begin throwing their weight around by providing for the Clan and having more kits. The problem was, she-cats were far and few in WindClan. Whitebirch had finally moved to the nursery after complaining about constant stomach aches. It wasn't until feeling around that Furzewhisker reached the conclusion she was pregnant, and, at the worst possible time.When Antpaw and Olivepaw had finally earned their warrior names, Olivepaw had immediately moved to the nursery as Olivebranch. Furzewhisker was furious with this recent change of events, because she was
Darkness surrounded RiverClan clamp like a thick cover of leaves. It was impossible to make anything out in the shadows. The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of reeds every now and then.Scarletfur blinked a few times as she tried imagining what this meant. The possibilities were endless. For so many nights now, her dreams had been haunted with similar visions of the darkness that seemed to surround all of the Clans. She never realized up until than how deadly this darkness was. It seemed to swallow everything up in its path, devastating the Clans. A shiver of unease swept through her at the thought.If such a thing happened, there was no telling what would happen to the Clans. She knew that it was unlikely they would survive. Even if they did, there would be moons of turmoil that followed in the wake of said devastation.She remembered what Blizzardwind used to tell her when she had dreams like those."Don't think of them as a nightmare," the medicine cat would tell he
"I don't like this idea anymore than you do, but we have to go through the forest to reach the lake.""What if we get lost going through the forest? It could take days for us to find our way through, and if we're lucky, find the lake.""Even if we did manage to find our way through, there's no telling what we'll find on the way through."Birdpaw winced as she heard the bickering between the ThunderClan cats and the RiverClan cats. Spruceleaf tried voicing her opinion every now and then, but she was lost among the toms who thought they knew best. What annoyed Birdpaw the most was that they were wasting time arguing. They'd tried reaching an agreement the other day, but once they reached the forest, that all changed. Birdpaw could tell from the way his whiskers twitched that Acorntail was unhappy with the idea of traveling through the forest. Only Flamestrike and the other ThunderClan warriors seemed more at ease."This is completely harebrained," Spruceleaf muttered under her breath. S
He could see the conflict rising between SkyClan cats before it even happened. Watching the apprentices stir up trouble was one thing, but to see the SkyClan leader act that way left Flamestrike reeling with confusion.That's not how a Clan leader is supposed to act, he told himself. Then again, what did he know about leading an entire Clan? He could only imagine the stress Emberstar was going through at the moment. Between losing so many Clanmates to the journey, it was impossible to tell whether this had taken a toll on him.Flamestrike let out a heavy sigh as he wondered how he would handle the situation. He would have reminded the Clan that they needed to work together. He would have told them that they were stronger than this, and that they had survived worse outcomes.Something told him the SkyClan leader wouldn't thank him for interfering. Judging from how tense Emberstar's shoulders were as he confronted the apprentices, it would only make things worse. Flamestrike didn't want
Smokefrost watched as the snow fell silently on the already frost-stricken forest. Her tail wrapped neatly around her paws while she waited for the rest of the hunting patrol to catch up. After spending nearly half the day looking for prey, she was ready to head back to camp. Her pile of prey had been buried at the base of a birch tree, and she stood not far from where that prey was buried. The others split off into different areas to try expanding their hunting territory. In an effort to find more prey for the ever-growing Clan, Smokefrost knew that they had a better chance in splitting up.She almost purred as she recalled how her warrior ceremony came to be.Many cats had argued that Russetstar was too quick to trust her. Others such as Briarheart and Snowstorm jumped to her defense, reminding them that Smokefrost had earned her place in ShadowClan. She was pleased to see how many cats trusted her. Moons ago, she knew that they wouldn't have done so. Snowstorm was one of the few fr
Frost billowed into the air as she let out a heavy breath. Her movements were slow and careful as she stepped across the ice-coated ground. With her ears flattened and her tail flicking every now and then, she cast a side-long glance towards a cat following her pawsteps. She knew this tom by heart. His thin gray tabby fur brought out the light dancing within his eyes. His movements matched her own step for step. They were one with each other, and the connection they shared felt right.Neither said a word as they closed the distance between themselves and the rabbit that was munching away on what little vegetation was left. She paused in her stride when the rabbit's ears flicked back in their direction. The gray tabby stopped as well, his own ears pricking forward in alarm. But he wasn't deceived by the prey's movements. Each pause gave the rabbit a chance to relax, and it gave them a chance to move closer until they were within chasing distance.Just when the rabbit was about to sprin