Thank you Dappled for the review! It is very sad especially compared to Silver Moon. As for the kit suggestion, unfortunately I will not be able to use her as the name is for an important character waaaayy later in Silver Moon. However, I may still use the personality for one of the kits if you have suggestions!

Thank you Grayshadow warrior for the review! This story is indeed dark but I do not want to give too much away so I will leave your questions unanswered for now. The allegiances and this chapter should help answer some of your questions

Thank you Guest for the review, I am glad you think the prologue was cool!

This includes the allegiances and chapter one so don't forget to scroll down. And don't forget to review so I know if you are enjoying the story!


Allegiances:

Remaining Cats:

Clawclan:

Apprentices:

Furypaw- red and brown she-cat with amber eyes

Fangpaw- gray and black tom with long fangs and hazel eyes

Brairpaw- pale yellow tabby she-cat with Hazel eyes

Stingpaw- dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes

Kits:

Leapkit- white and gray she-cat with long legs and short tail and amber eyes

Icekit- light gray- almost white she-cat with amber eyes

Wildkit- dark gray and brown tom with black legs and amber eyes and messy pelt

Ivykit- brown tabby she-cat with one hazel eye and one green eye


Flowerclan:

Apprentices:

Sweetpaw- tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

Deerpaw- dilute calico she-cat with dark green eyes

Swanpaw- pure white she-cat with blue eyes and black muzzle

Gleampaw- silver and gray tom with deep blue eyes

Kits:

Petalkit- pale blue she-cat with blue eyes

Peachkit- peach and white she-cat with hazel eyes

Tulipkit- calcio she-cat with amber eyes

Spottedkit- tortoiseshell tom with blue eyes


IslandClan:

Apprentices:

Quailpaw- feathery pale brown she-cat with green eyes

Rainpaw- sleek and bulky gray tom with black spots and blue eyes

Swiftpaw- sleek black and white tom with long legs and amber eyes

Kits:

Duckkit- sleek brown and white tom with blue eyes

Otterkit- sleek dark brown she-cat with green eyes

Snailkit- sleek sandy she-cat with hazel eyes


Nightclan:

Apprentices:

Silentpaw- dark brown- almost black tom with amber eyes

Whisperpaw- black she cat with gray paws and green eyes

Kits:

Smallkit- tiny light gray tom with green eyes


The dark gray tom stared blankly at the still form in front of him. His paws grew cold from where his paws where touching the now dead corpse. He resisted the urge to yowl out his grief. One thought ran through his head, Why?

Guilt and shame weighed heavily on his shoulders, He wished he could take back everything he had screamed, every time he had lifted his head in defiance. All the arguments. All the screaming. All the vile words. Everything.

"Oh, Warcry, I am so sorry!" the gray tom gave up his show of strength and pressed his nose into the red and brown fur of his dead mentor. If he could only take back everything he had said. His head ached from the memories that seemed like they had happened just yesterday,

"Again! This time faster and harder!" Warcry yelled at his apprentice. The young tom was starting to get frustrated. The pair often argued and fought a lot. The gray tom, to this day wondered if their leader had made a mistake.

"I am sick of this can't we do something else? The clan is dying for Starclan's sake!" The tom yelled, no longer watching his tone or words.

"I am doing my best! I am training you, aren't I, Stingpaw!" He shouted back.

"Yeah well, you are doing a pretty lousy job, Mousebrain!" Stingpaw was done and his throat was rasp from screaming.

"Do not use that tone with me, elder duties for the next moon." Warcry's voice was hardly more than a whisper at that point.

"The elders are already sick and dying, they won't be around for another moon for me to take care of them! Heck, the entire clan will probably be dead by then!"

Stingpaw shivered at just how right he was, at the time of their fight over half the clan was sick and a great deal were already dead. Despite his words, Stingpaw really didn't think it would come to this. His memories continued with an even darker tone.

Stingpaw barely registered what came next until he touched his paw to his cheek. When he pulled it back, it was covered in blood. Warcry's claws were stained red. Stingpaw's eye widened in surprise before narrowing into tiny slits,

"I HATE YOU! YOU ARE THE WORST MENTOR EVER! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" Stingpaw then ran off into the night.

Now looking down at his stiff cold form, it was like he had killed Warcry himself. Shortly after the fight, Warcry had come down with the sickness and was soon delirious. Stingpaw never had a chance to apologize. For all of his faults Warcry was a good mentor, everyone was just high stress because of the situation and now, well now, everything would never be the same again.

Oh, Starclan, Warcry, keep us safe, we need you now more than ever. Stingpaw prayed silently to the Silverpelt. With that he dragged his mentor's form out the camp entrance where his siblings were working on other clanmates. There were no elders to bury them, no leader to send them off, no clanmates to whisper goodbyes, just a pawful of muddy apprentices and exhausted kits.


Swanpaw's were muddy as she covered the body of the small-thin frame of the sleek gray and black tom. Her whole body shook making it look like a blizzard glistening on her pelt. She was filled with an overwhelming feeling of misery. Her usually piercing blue eyes blurred and lost focus as she recalled what life had been like just a moon ago.

"Streamstorm! Streamstorm!" the entire clan chanted the new warrior's name, Swanpaw's voice the loudest amongst them. The atmosphere of the clan was brighter than in had been in moons. Despite many cats being sick, Streamstorm's brother included, the clan had finally had something to celebrate.

Swanpaw surged forward and bumped her black muzzle into his side her purring almost as loud as his.

"Congratulations, Beebrain, you finally made it," Swanpaw whispered near his ear. The only indication he had heard her was a playful growl from the back of his throat. Swanpaw pulled back letting other cats congratulate the tom.

She searched for her brother, Gleampaw, and found him playing with the kits. Most of their parents were dead or dying and he was busy distracting them. His tail swished back and forth as tiny paws tried to pin the tail down. Swanpaw smiled slightly and turned towards the camp entrance. When she existed the shelter, she headed towards her favorite spot, a field of bluebells. She gently picked one and placed it behind her ear. Flowerclan's cats tended to be a bit vain and had quickly developed the practice of beatifying their appearance.

She settled down on the flowers and grass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the sweet smell. The air hear was so fresh, free from the sickness and stuffiness of the camp.

"Her Stumlepaws, enjoying the sight? And by sight I mean me!" Streamstorm tossed his head back dramatically, a small smirk gracing his features.

"Hey Beebrain, aren't you supposed to be guarding the camp?" Swanpaw retorted. They had developed the names for each other when they were both young apprentices. Streamstorm got his nick name after he stupidly tried to get honey from a busy beehive. He had been stung so many times and Swanpaw had given him the name Breebrain much like most cats used Mousebrain. Swanpaw had gotten her name because when she was first growing, she had really large paws. She used to trip and fall constantly that Streamstorm said Stumblepaws fit her better than Swanpaw, since swans were graceful creatures.

"It's not sunset yet, so I decided to come visit you," he meowed simply, a softer look coming into his eyes.

"Come sit then, Beebrain," Swanpaw was now purring. She shifted slightly and he laid down next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed deeply,

"I wish things could always be like this," Swanpaw and Streamstorm had been quite close as young apprentices and they had only gotten closer over time. Swanpaw felt at ease with Streamstorm and they had always been able to find the joy in all the situations, well almost all situations.

"How's your brother?" Swanpaw asked gently.

"He's- well he's- can we just enjoy the moment for now?"

"Sure." They lapsed into silence, taking the time to treasure the moment. Swanpaw admired the sunset as it sent shimmering colors onto the field of flowers. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, well the second most beautiful thing. Her eyes darted towards Streamstorm before looking back ahead quickly.

"Swanpaw?"

"Hm?"

"…We have been friends for a long time and -what I am trying to say is," Swanpaw purred, Streamstorm wasn't usually at a loss for words, Swanpaw thought it was cute, he continued more composed and sure, "Swanpaw, I love you, and when you become a warrior, will you be my mate?" Swanpaw purred so loudly it sounded like a thunderstorm in her chest. She nuzzled her muzzle into his cheek their black fur blending together, as she whispered,

"There is nothing I would want more."

Swanpaw choked back a strangled cry as she recalled the most wonderful night of her life. If only-. She shook her head, there was no time for what-ifs. She pulled herself to her paws and she wondered away from the freshly dug grave. She came back with a few flowers in her mouth. She placed them down on the grave as she whispered one last time,

"Good-bye, my love, I will see you again one day. I will never stop loving you." With that she turned around never looking back. She didn't even notice as the tiny bluebells waved in the wind. She didn't notice the slight form of what appeared to be a sorrowful black and gray tom with eyes the color of bluebells.


The thin black and white tom sighed heavily. His head bowed in sorrow in respect for his lost clanmates, among them, his sister. Even though she had not killed by the illness, she had died protecting her clanmates from a wild dog. Too many cats were sick to help defend and Riverpaw was the unlucky one. Swiftpaw cursed himself for believing that him and his siblings were invulnerable. What made it worse was that Swiftpaw and Riverpaw were very close especially after Rainpaw decided to become the medicine cat apprentice and now Swiftpaw didn't know what to do. He smiled the slightest bit as he recalled a memory from just over half a moon ago,

"Race you to the riverbed!" Riverpaw squealed as she raced off, Swiftpaw purred as he took off after her. His long legs propelled him forward as he raced past his short legged sister.

"Hey!" She screeched, her voice fading as he got even further ahead. All four paws dug into the ground as he came to a screeching halt. Riverpaw, wanting to exact her revenge for losing, used her momentum to ram into Swiftpaw's back as she dragged him and herself into the river.

Swiftpaw's head went under and four long limbs wiggled around in the air. Riverpaw purred loudly as she swam circles around her flailing brother. If Swiftpaw was the amazing runner, that made Riverpaw the amazing swimmer.

Finally, Swiftpaw's head broke the surface and his mouth opened as he gasped for air. Unfortunately for him, Riverpaw took this moment to scoop up a large pawful of water and splash it into his mouth just as he was taking a breath in.

Swiftpaw gagged loudly before coughing up mouthfuls of water.

"Riverpaw, you little runt!" Swiftpaw screeched though he couldn't bring himself to truly be angry. This caused Riverpaw to start yowling with delight her eyes closed in the process. Swiftpaw acted quickly as he launched into Riverpaw. He pinned her down on the edge of the riverbank so that her head was still above the water. Due to Swiftpaw's long legs and Riverpaw's short ones, she was unable to kick his stomach to free herself. She struggled for a few more moments before giving up

"Admit I am faster and I will let you up!" Swiftpaw demanded smugly. Riverpaw rolled her eyes but meowed anyways,

"Fine you are faster," she admitted then muttered under her breath she mumbled, "Fishbreath." Swiftpaw stepped off of her and Riverpaw leapt to her paws as she announced,

"But I am still the better swimmer!" Before leaping into the center of the river where Swiftpaw was unable to reach her.

"Hey, no fair!"

"I am just hear to catch some fish for the clan," and with that she dived under and came back up with a trout between her teeth, "Whh dnt yu he usf and do the sme?" Which Swiftpaw translated as "why don't you be useful and do the same".

"Fine then! Race you! Whoever catches more fish has to do the other's elder duties for a moon!" With that Swiftpaw rushed off to find a quiet area to hunt his fish.

Swiftpaw shook his head sadly as he looked down at the one of the many graves before him. Riverpaw had ended up winning which was no surprise due to the fact that she was a better swimmer. However, she died just a few days later. Swiftpaw would trade all the fish in the world to be able to finish their deal and do her elder duties for a moon. But there were no elders to take care of and there was no Riverpaw either.


The dark brown tom brushed him muzzle against the still black form. He took a deep breath in smelling his scent one last time. Guilt consumed the young tom and his stomach turned in knots. He couldn't help but feel this was his fault. The brown tom shook his head sorrowfully as he remembered what happened not too long ago.

"Silentpaw, son, I have decided to take my trip now that you and your siblings are no longer kits," the tom meowed gently.

"How could you do this to mom, to Whisperpaw, to me?" Silentpaw managed to say through his closing throat and clenched teeth.

"When I found out your mother was pregnant, right before I was going to leave, I decided to stay. But now you are older and capable and I will see you soon."

NO! You can't leave us, you can't do what Buzzpaw did!" Silentpaw's voice began to rise much louder than his usual soft tone. He couldn't help it. Some of his fondest memories were of badger rides and fox attacks with his dad. The stories he would tell at night as he curled around Silentpaw. The words of encouragement as he caught his first prey and won his first mock battle. His dad could not leave and just abandon him for some stupid journey. Blackstrike, his dad, tried to explain but his words fell on death ears. Silentpaw's entire form shrunk up as he turned around and slunk away.

The stars rose high in the sky as Silentpaw camp back to the camp. He dropped his catch on the prey pile before scanning the clearing. He lost hope as he began to search more desperately for the familiar figure of his father. After a few moments, he gave up and dragged his paws towards the apprentice's den. His eyes were trained on the ground as he trudged on.

He was so focused on his paws that he did not notice the cat before he ran into them. He looked up to see the familiar gaze of his father's eyes.

"Dad! You're still here!"

"You were right, I am going to stay. There is nothing for me out there, my family is all I need." Blackstrike purred as he gently nuzzled Silentpaw's ear. Silentpaw's purrs soon joined him.

Silentpaw stumbled away from the dead tom as he started retching on the ground. His tongue was bathed in the foul bile. He couldn't take it any longer. If Blackstrike had left like he planned, he wouldn't be dead right now. If only for once in his life, Silentpaw had thought of another cat besides himself. He stood up taller as he vowed to not be selfish from now on, for dad.


Another chapter done! Wow!

What did you think?

This chapter is themed around a cat from each clan responding to a death while reliving memories!

Also now that the allegiances are posted, can you figure out who the cats from the prologue are?

Hope you enjoyed! This chapter took me awhile to write so in the future, I may change how many points of view are in a chapter. I will keep you updated on my choice and feel free to leave a suggestion!

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