“We have lost many warriors and apprentices.” the orange tabby she-cat leader from FoxClan announced, with tears in her eyes.

“Including our… medicine… cat… and deputy... ”

The clans all gasped, including Featherwhisker, the young FoxClan medicine cat that had lost her mentor in the battle with a stray dog pack.

“Our new deputy is Snaketail, and our new medicine cat shall be Featherwhisker. We honor Windleaf, our old medicine cat, and Ripplefur, our old deputy.

“LeafClan praises your courage and are very sorry for your losses, young Blazestar.” The LeafClan leader, Heatherstar stepped forward. “We have lost our medicine cat that was with us for almost sixteen years, before I was born.” Heatherstar continued calmly. “She was one of the greatest medicine cats LeafClan ever knew. She passed away from old age.”

Heatherstar hesitated and looked at Mosswind, the new current medicine cat of LeafClan.

“Our new medicine cat is Mosswind.”

The young white she-cat’s face showed that she had a mixture of emotions. Heatherstar knew she grieved almost everyday after the death of her mentor that she had been with for so long. But Heatherstar knew it was time for Mosswind to become a full medicine cat.

“One of our warriors, Moonwhisker, is expecting Lightstorm’s litter.”

Heatherstar looked down at Lightstorm, the brave LeafClan warrior looked proud. Heatherstar then saw Moonwhisker next to Mosswind, the new queen also looking proud. Then the StormClan leader, Ravenstar, spoke up.

“Our patrols have found fresh FoxClan scent on our borders,” the black tom snarled, glaring at Blazestar.

“We have not been in your territory that I know of, Ravenstar,” Blazestar meowed. “Snaketail, have you seen or heard of any-cat trespassing in StormClan’s territory?”

“No… at least I don’t think so…” he replied, glaring at the young warriors

and apprentices of their Clan.

Ravenstar suddenly cut off their conversation.

“We will keep a higher watch on those borders, and send out extra patrols along them.” he said bluntly. He paused for a moment and looked down at the crowd of FoxClan cats below the Meeting Boulder he and the other leaders were standing on, then continued with a snarl in his voice-

“But, if we find any fresh FoxClan scents… you know what to expect.”

Heatherstar heard cats whispering below her. Was this the beginning of war between clans? She asked herself.

As if Mosswind read her mind, the young medicine cat shook her head, and mouthed out the words: Not yet. Heatherstar nodded and looked over at the two leaders, then admired the beautiful surroundings of the Meeting Lake. The large boulder she and the other clan’s leaders were standing on, the huge, beautiful lake, and just on the other side of it, she saw the entrance to the long tunnel to Star Cavern, which held the Star Rock inside. We truly are lucky. She thought to herself.

“So how did it go?” a light brown she-cat asked Heatherstar.

“It was pleasant for the most part, Deerheart.” Heatherstar responded.

“For the most part?”

“Apparently FoxClan has been inside StormClan borders,”

Deerheart gasped.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Heatherstar meowed quietly and looked away.

“Hey, Heatherstar!” she rose her head and recognised the familiar face of

Her brother, Paleflame. She quickly bounded over to him, pleased to see him

After the gathering.

“How was hunting?” Heatherstar asked.

“Very good!” he exclaimed happily.

“It was really that good?” she meowed, sounding suprised.

“Yes! Bushpaw found a fat vole and caught a juicy starling!”

“That was his first time hunting?” Heatherstar asked.

“No, second time.” Paleflame responded.

“He will make a fine hunter and warrior. His swipes are almost as perfect as a warrior’s!” he exclaimed.

Heatherstar smiled and gazed over at Bushpaw, who was feasting on a mouse, frequently looking over at Moonwhisker, who was enjoying his vole. Bushpaw certainly will be a loyal and strong warrior, just like his father was. Heatherstar thought.

The thought ran through her of the scene of Bushpaw’s father, Brackenclaw, dying in a battle with StormClan. The immense cries of cats everywhere as blood was being shed, she saw Brackenclaw battling the StormClan leader, as his deputy snuck up behind him, and after awhile, he was soon followed by many other warriors, and he was surrounded. His mate at the time, Deerheart, was safely back at camp, at the time expecting his kits, Bushkit and Creekkit. Heatherstar suddenly heard a strange but familiar voice called out to her.

“Heatherstar, Heatherstar!”

She realized she was caught in a flashback, and turned around to face her brother, ears flat. Heatherstar knew Paleflame could sense the fear in her eyes.

A single kit will be born, be neglected and abandoned, but heal.

Moonwhisker and Lightstorm! Heatherstar thought, running away from the camp and into the woods.