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This is a warrior cat story that has four clans. There's BitterClan, which is on a mountain with a lot of redwood trees and forest. It borders RumbleClan, which is also on a mountain, but it has caves, rocks, and canyons instead of forest. It's also got a giant river that runs through a gorge inside it and crashes down a cliff on the side of RumbleClan's mountain. This waterfall spills out in a bayou which makes up most of MistClan. MistClan's terriotory consists of the bayou, a bunch of marsh land, and mud. They also break the rules a bit and hunt beyond their territory, in a bunch of grass/wetlands. The other clans allow this cuz most of their territory is covered in water, so they don't get as much prey as the others. The bayou widens into a normal lake, and then thins to a river which empties into the ocean. Next to the lake and river is GoldenClan. This is a clan that owns a lot of grassland and fields at the base of the mountains.
This story will be switching POV's a lot, so you will know which cat you are following at the moment because their name will probably be at the beginning of the paragraph.
The clan this story will be based in is Mistclan…
Witherkit gazed at her mother, watching her white, rose, and brown belly move up and down with steady breath. Witherkit froze as her mother's eyelids drew back to reveal bright green eyes, but they slid closed again, and Witherkit, glanced over to her brother, Mistkit, and motioned with her tail. They emerged from the den and looked around, fog clogging their view. The siblings trotted through the mist to the dirtplace, and entered the tunnel of brambles built by the cats of Mistclan/Riverclan, and prepared to go out through the opening leading outside of camp. Mistkit looked over his silvery white shoulder and squeaked. Witherkit whirled, coming face to face with her mother. Her tense shoulders relaxed, and she purred. "Hey mom, we're going out to hunt." Tremblepetal smiled. "Okay, make sure you catch something good, come back before dawn. And remember everything i told you, keep safe. Have fun." Witherkit purred again. "Yeah mom, we love you." Mistkit rubbed against his mother and Witherkit jumped through the tunnel, her brother following close after.
Sorrelkit yawned and opened her eyes sleepily as she heard the rustling of bracken and moss. She saw the dark shape of Tremblepetal stalking out of the nursery entrance. Sorrelkit yawned again and stuffed her face in Rabbitfoot's soft belly fur. Rabbitfoot shifted slightly then settled back down, snoring slightly. Soon Sorrelkit was getting more awake and awake, so she stood up carefully and stepped lightly to the nursery entrance. She poked her nose out into the cold, misty air of Mist/RiverClan. Sorrelkit bounded out into the clearing where the moon was high in the sky. She sat down on her rump and stared up at it for a while, her tail kicking up slight dust from it's waving.
Witherkit and Mistkit had been practicing their hunting for the past moon, and both at the age of 3 moons had already caught themselves some shrews, and Witherkit had caught a frog. They padded through the marsh, moving their paws in a way that kept them from squelching, and kept an eye out for any movement in the fog.
Sorrelkit started to pace the clearing, starting to get quite bored, when her mother came out of the nursery with a worried look on her face. When she saw Sorrelkit she sighed in relief, but the worried look quickly returned to her face. She bounded up to Sorrelkit, "Sorrelkit! Do you know where Mistkit and Whiterkit are? They're missing! And when I didn't see you I thought you had gone off with them, but you're a sensible little kit." Sorrelkit gasped and mewed loudly, "Mistkit and Witherkit are missing." An elder poked his head out of his den, blinking rapidly, "What's all this talk about two kits missing?" the elder's loud mew woke some of the warriors, who woke other warriors and soon almost the whole camp was whispering about Witherkit and Mistkit being missing.
Witherkit raised her head, then looked back at Mistkit and did a little twitch with her tail. They had created a primitive language of their own to communicate when they weren't allowed to talk for a period of time, one of the punishments the Leader, Risestar, had given them for breaking rules, such as talking back or refusing to do stuff. He nodded slightly and slinked forward, rounding a tree and jumping forward, scaring a water mouse right into Witherkit's paws. She silently swooped down and bit it spine, killing it in the least painful way. She picked it up and easily clawed up the tree, her sharp needle claws sinking into the extra soft bark, settling into a crook in the branches and waited for Mistkit to follow her. Then, as he sat down beside her, bit into it, savoring the flavour. She passed it over to her brother, and they finished it quickly. Mistkit looked up suddenly. His ear twitched, and Witherkit narrowed her eyes. "They're looking for us?" she whispered. Mistkit nodded. Just them, Witherkit heard it too. The slight flutter of a voice calling, "Mistkit! Witherkit! Where are you!?" Witherkit sighed and climbed down the tree, starting up a quick lope towards camp, Mistkit at her side. They slipped quietly into camp through the secret passage (it's never really that secret, is it?) and slid into a little hollow underneath one of the many brambles around the dirtplace. They're large eyes gleamed from within the bush, and they took on a playful aura. Suddenly, Witherkit noticed a bundle of brown and white fur sitting near the bush. She glared at them with murder in her eyes, and opened her little mouth to call something, but Witherkit stalked out of the bramble and swiped the kit in the head. "Don't you dare say anything, stupid soft-paw." "Witherkit!" a cat called and the deputy, Auburnrush, hurried over, his fur glowing in the moonlight. "Witherkit! What in Starclan are you doing?! The whole camp is out looking for you... And what are you doing to Sorrelkit!? Get away from her, don't hurt other kits, Witherkit!" Witherkit growled angrily. "Mistkit and I were just playing hide and seek!" she yowled. "Sorrelkit was going to give us away!" As she wailed, Mistkit came out of the blackberry bush. "Sorrelkit was going to give us away, Witherkit was just telling her not to, we had found such a good hiding place..." he said quietly, almost pouting, but not quite. Auburnrush grunted in exasperation. "Stupid kits." he muttered under his breath. "Well now we have to bring everycat back, we were all worried sick! We thought you had gone out of camp!"
Rabbitfoot ran up to Mistkit and Witherkit, glaring at them, "Where in the world were you?" She asked sternly.
Witherkit glared up at the previous deputy. "I was playing hide and seek! Duh!"
Rabbitfoot glared suspiciously at Witherkit's face. "Follow me." She said. She whipped around and started walking to Risestar.
Witherkit opened her mouth to argue, but decided against it. That was for another day. Instead, she just followed the former deputy to the leader's den. On their way there, she looked up, startled when she saw her mother rushing across the clearing. "Witherkit! Mistkit! Oh, my darlings! Are you ok?! Where were you! You had me worried sick!" she nuzzled the kittens and swooped her tail around them protectively. Witherkit looked at her mother in awe. She had always admired her mother's acting skills, and she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. She decided to answer. "Oh mum! We didn't mean any harm, i swear, but Mistkit and I were just playing hide and seek. It was for fun, and we thought it would be cooler in the dark. Then we realized how good we were, we stayed then for half of the night and nocat noticed! Aren't we so good at hiding! I bet when we become apprentices, we'll be great at sneak attacks!" Rabbitfoot glared down at the kits. "You might not become apprentices once Risestar gets through with you. You know how dangerous it is to do that to the clan?! Everybody was so panicked, and nocat was in camp! If we had been attacked, nocat would have been able to protect the elders!"
Rabbitfoot glared at Tremblepetal, "You should watch your kits better, Tremblepetal." She looked back at Witherkit and Mistkit, "Now come on you two, follow me." Her tail slapped down on the dusty floor, raising a slight cloud of dust. She stood up, looking behind her to make sure the two kits were following her.
Witherkit pranced ahead of Rabbitfoot, her tail sticking in the air so that her bottom was in the older cats face. Mistkit walked next to Rabbitfoot, his face calm and his gait confident.
When they got to Risestar, Rabbitfoot sat down and pushed the two kits forwards lightly.
Risestar stepped forward, her soft blue eyes flicking over the two kits as her silver white pelt shone in the darkness. Witherkit opened her tiny mouth once again to explain what had happened, but Risestar shushed her. Instead, she turned to Sorrelkit, who was kind of standing behind Rabbitfoot, not sure if she was supposed to follow the group or go back to her den. "Sorrelkit, what happened?" Risestar's voice rose like a quiet melody as she spoke.
Sorrelkit's eyes widened, "Me? Oh umm... So I woke up at around moon-high and I saw that Tremblepetal's, Witherkit's, and Mistkit's den was completely empty. Umm, and then I went outside and no one was there and then Rabbitfoot came out and then all of this happened." she said loudly.
Risestar nodded. "All of this?" she prodded. "Do you know where Witherkit and Mistkit were?"
"Umm... I didn't know where Witherkit and Mistkit went and all of this is them missing." Sorrelkit said, her tail waving.
Witherkit gazed at Sorrelkit, her eyes narrowed, then turned to Risestar. "Look, my brother and I are just stupid kits. We were playing hide and seek! That's it!" she growled slightly after saying that.
Sorrelkit peeped up again, "And I saw them hiding in a bush and then Witherkit attacked me." she said, earning worried glance from her mother.
Witherkit let out a screech and launched herself at the other kit. "She a liar! A soft-pawed liar! Liar liar liar!" she began to scrabble at Sorrelkit and bite at her legs and eats. Mistkit watched, a bemused expression on his face.
Sorrelkit hissed and stretched her claws out and launched herself at Witherkit, but was intercepted by a paw. Rabbitfoot had put her paw in front of them, stopping the fight. "Stop that right now! You're talking to the clan leader. Show some respect!" she snapped at the two kits.
Witherkit snapped her gaze to Rabbitfoot, then sank her needle teeth into the former deputy's paw. "RAWWRAAARRRGGGGHHHH" the little kit yowled angrily at the the older cat, a challenge. Mistkit walked up behind Witherkit and bit down, hard, on her tail. "Stupid kit." he mewed affectionately. "Stop it."
Witherkit didn't care less about her ceremony, but she hunkered down and looked up at Rabbitfoot with undisguised disgust. "Yes your highness." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She then turned to her leader. "Yipee, your precious kits have been returned to their clan, whatcha gonna do about it?" Risestar smirked slightly. She had gone through this many many times.
Rabbitfoot pulled Sorrelkit closer to her and wrapped her tail around her. She glanced at Risestar, waiting for her to make a decision.
"Hmm, i guess you'll have to take care of the elders for /another/ three moons, and if more evidence shows up, which I'm pretty sure it will, you two won't be allowed to attend a gathering until 3 moons after you become apprentices. This may change depending on your behavior. More time can also be added onto your kithood, you have already gained an extra moon from your previous shenanigans, you probably don't want to wait until your 8 moons old instead of 7." she smirked, glaring down at the troublemakers.
Sorrelkit snorted in amusement, but before any noise came out she stopped herself. Sorrelkit relaxed the extremely weird look on her face and gazed up at her mother's chin, then to Risestar. Risestar was looking at her with a knowing look on her face.
Witherkit groaned, and Mistkit whispered something in her ear, and she calmed down, smiling slightly. She looked back at Risestar. "Fine..." can we go back to sleep now?" Risestar scoffed. "No! It's dawn already! You have to collect moss for the elders!" Witherkit wished she could have asked to go outside of the camp to look for moss, but that excuse wouldn't work. Mistclan was covered in moss. It was everywhere, but the that had the most was in camp on the giant stone that the some of the dens were made under. They also had a large tree, which provided plenty of the leaves and long twigs they used to form their nests. Witherkit grumbled, but Mistkit said something else, and she snorted. "Yeah, ok." she said, still chuckling. Mistkit's face was as blank as ever as he tried to cover his smile.
Sorrelkit yawned from her adventure in the middle of the night, finally realizing how tired she was. Rabbitfoot stood up, "And if I hear that you didn't take care of the elders," she said, "You'll have to take care of them till you become warriors!" she threatened.
Witherkit turned on Rabbitfoot. "You don't get to order me around!" she spat. Risestar narrowed her eyes slightly, but she said "i agree with Rabbitfoot... Now go get that bedding! And ask Auburnrush what to do once you're done." she nodded to the tom, who had been listening silently the whole time. Witherkit scowled, then flicked her whiskers at Mistkit and they rushed off to the great rock."
Sorrelkit stood up and looked at her mother, "Can I go back to the den, please?" Her mother nodded, "Of course sweetie. Don't stay in to late, though. Okay?" "Okay!" she responded. Sorrelkit trotted over to the nursery, squeezing in through the small entrance. She curled up in the nest of heather and bracken and quickly fell asleep.