This Fanfic came from a scene where Mothwing tells Leafpool at a gathering (Medicine cat or Clan, I don't know) where Mothwing tells Leafpool about a horrible epidemic of a disease in RiverClan, and says "One of our elders, Heavystep, died." And there was an "Oh Mothwing, I'm so sorry" response. Guess who shows up in the next book's allegiances? That's right, Heavystep! And the next book… and the next book… And he's still there in Dark River. Enjoy!

Nightpelt heard a low rumbling noise as he took the first step onto the Thunderpath. He quickly withdrew his paw. The rumbling stopped. He dashed across the Thunderpath and the rumbling seemed to follow him.

With a quick glance down at his stomach, he realized he was hungry. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a shrew. He quickly whirled around and clawed it in the neck. His stomach quieted as he chewed on the vole. When he was done, he stood up and resumed his journey. Littlecloud, who was behind him, banged his head against a tree 12 times. He got up and followed Nightpelt on his way to Highstones.

When they arrived at Highstones, Nightpelt pranced right in, and promptly fell asleep at the Moonstone. Littlecloud did the same, while wondering how the hell he knew to do that.

Nightpelt sat in the endless circle of starry-furred cats, looking quite casual about the whole thing. Littlecloud lay next to him, burying his head in his paws. Whitethroat turned to him and whispered "Why does his stomach look so big? Did he eat on the way?" he said sternly "No, he's pregnant." Littlecloud replied sarcastically. "Oh. Okay then" Whitethroat said, and he turned away. There were no trees, so Littlecloud banged his head against Nightpelt, who didn't seem to mind until the first StarClan cat stepped forwards. "Shh! The show is starting!" Nightpelt pulled out a bag of popcorn from StarClan knows where, though they all looked rather bewildered as well. Littlecloud grabbed the popcorn out of his paws and threw it out of StarClan.

RiverClan camp:

Heavystep: Ouch!

Stonefur: Oh, be quiet, won't ya? I'm trying to sleep.

Heavystep: Sorry, Stonefur, but a bag of stale popcorn just landed on my head.

Stonefur: How d'you know it's stale?

Heavystep: It hurt!

Stonefur: Okey-Dokey then. G'night.

StarClan:

Whitethroat stepped forward. "With this life I give you the power to resist sickness." Nightpelt sat there and yawned. "What, is something supposed to happen?" Whitethroat shook his head and backed into the crowd. The next eight lives went about the same way. The cats of StarClan were utterly bewildered. "He's a pretty stoic guy." Lionheart said, impressed. The other cats of StarClan nodded. "He'll make a good leader." Spottedleaf said.

RiverClan camp:

Stonefur: Oy! Mouse-brained furball! Shut yer piehole!

Heavystep: Whu? What're you talking about?

Stonefur: You were yowling in your sleep. You woke up the whole Clan!

Heavystep: My sleep was painful! Must've picked up a thorn…

Stonefur: Alright, but next time you yowl like that I'm throwing you in the river.

Heavystep: Honk shoo honk shoo.

Stonefur: I know that's not a real snore.

Heavystep: Honk shoo honk shoo.

Stonefur: Fine! G'night.