A hiss fell from the next, her short, brownie fur on end, blue-eyes sharp. "I will take the swimmers, the cunning and the loyal," she meowed, stepping forwards to bow her head. "They will train in my rivers and swim in the seas. I will lead BrookClan as Otterstar."

BrookClan.
The Cunning and Loyal.

Leader: Owlstar. Tom.
Deputy: Oaktooth. Tom.
Med cat: Sweetberry. She-cat.
Apprentice: Mousepaw. She-cat.
Warriors:
Owlflight. Tom.
Clovertail. She-cat.
Reedflight. Tom.
Stonetail. Tom.
Cloudstripe. She-cat.
Dawnfur. She-cat.
Apprentices:
Otterpaw. She-cat.
Stormpaw. Tom.
Bushpaw. She-cat.
Rosepaw. She-cat.
Queens:
Willowtail. She-cat.
Horsetail. She-cat.
Kits:
Palekit. She-cat.
Frostkit. She-cat.
Rainkit. Tom.
Elders:
Bushfur. She-cat.
Darkclaw. Tom.

His cold eyes locked on to the fish as it flowed down the river with ease. His shadow didn't touch the brook until he dived forwards, hooking it from the water and flipping it to the ground, nipping it somewhere around the throat.

"Job well done," spoke an honest, sweet voice, the she-cat's tail slipping down the tom's pelt. "You're learning fast," she purred, grabbing the fish.

"Are we going back to camp?" he replied in question, seeing the she-cat looked tired. "Is training done?"

"Why of course," she hummed. "You've worked hard today, it's only fair if you get the rest of the day off, Stormpaw."

Stormpaw's eyes lit up and he darted after his mentor. "May I visit Willowtail's kits?" he asked, remembering the small kittens his older sister loved so dearly.

"As long as Owlflight is OK with that," she replied with a mouth full of two fish. "You've worked hard this last moon, it would only be fair."

Stormpaw flicked his tail happily and began trotting ahead of the she-cat, he couldn't wait to see his sister's kits, they were his family after all.

As he pushed through the reeds into the BrookClan camp, he noticed three kits play-fighting near a brown-and-white patched queen. "Willowtail," the tom greeted, rushing towards his sister, making sure to not step on Palekit's tail.

"Stormpaw!" the she-cat responded, her amber-eyes lighting with happiness. "Kits! Come meet my brother!"

The three play-fighting kits looked up, running over to meet the tom. "Stormpaw!" the first greeted, head-butting the apprentice's legs.

"Hi, Frostkit," Stormpaw purred, pressing his nose to the small kit's fur. "Aren't you a little sweetheart!"

"What about Palekit and I!" a smaller kit meowed, his blue-eyes and silvery fur clearly taking after his father's. "Aren't we little sweethearts, too?"

Stormpaw moved to push the small kit over. "I'd never forget you, Rainkit! Or you Palekit!" he laughed, sitting back. "So, how old are you? When will you be joining me in the apprentice's den?"

"Two more moons!" there was a grin in Palekit's words. "I can't wait! I've already picked out what I want my warrior name to be!"

"And what's that? Maybe I can put a good word in for you," Stormpaw meowed, watching the three kits bat at each other. 'So young, they'll make great warriors one day!'

"Paleblaze!"

Stormpaw blinked, twitching his whiskers. "Paleblaze? Wow - I-I mean that's an amazing name! I'll talk to Owlstar - but no promises," he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against the small she-cat's head.

"I wanna be Rainstorm," Rainkit piped up, a smile tugging at his jaws. "After you!"

Stormpaw was stunned to silence. "You-you want to be named after me? Rainkit, you should be named after yourself, for how great you'll be!"

Frostkit stayed silent, she wasn't sure what name she wanted. "Can't I just stay Frostkit?"

Willowtail flicked her ear and bent her head to pick Frostkit up, placing her between Palekit and Rainkit. "You could be Frostpatch," she purred. "Your little patches of brown fur seem wonderful for that name, sweetie."

Frostkit didn't reply.

Stormpaw yawned. "I need to go, kittens, I'll see you later," he gently licked each of their heads. "Stay safe little warriors."

The kits flicked their tail, meowing their goodbyes as they went back to playfully fighting together. A shadow loomed.

"Hello kits, where's your leader?"

Frostkit turned on the spot, eyes widening as they met yellow. She didn't respond other than to let out a loud, scared sound, bumping into Rainkit as she stumbled away.

Rainkit's eyes widened at the cat, but he didn't dare move, eyes flicking back to his sisters. "W-who are you?"

"A friend."

Willowtail jumped forwards, pushing her kits behind her. "What do you want?"

"To see Owlstar," replied a friendly voice, moving in front of the first, blue-eyes filled with a type of love. "We're here to talk about the Gathering. And, uh, something else."

Willowtail seemed unsure, and she hushed her kits as the tail of a fox came into view. "Go that way," she pointed left with her long-furred tail. "You'll find him in his den. The Clan watches you."

The three visitors bobbed their heads to the queen and moved away.

Small whispers came from around them as they walked, and before long, Owlstar appeared, holding his head high. "What trouble do you bring us?" he questioned, moving into the middle of the camp. "Sit."

The three did as told, keeping their heads high.

"We bring no trouble, but an ask from our leader, Fawnstar," spoke the tom, his shoulders back as he stared at the leader with his yellow orbs. "It's about the Gathering, three nights from now."

"Can it not wait? Why must you StormClanners be so stupid?" Owlstar hissed, flicking the tip of his tail and looking the 'cats' over - one of their visitors was clearly not a feline. "And why bring a fox into the haze of our grounds?"

"Please, we walked through AshClan to see you, noble Owlstar, we wish only to go home and tell Fawnstar your answer," the she-cat spoke this time, her light-brown pelt torn with scars of past battles.

Owlstar's eyes flared. "And what is this question? This ask?"

"Well, Fawnstar believes she had a dream," the she-cat stood, her tail brushing against the mushy earth. "And in her dream, she was met by one of your cats - or at least, the cat had the same river-like smell to their pelt. They were at Gathering point."

Owlstar glanced around the clearing, seeing his Clan watching, ready to attack if told. "And what was this cat's name?"

"Horseflight - or Horsestar," the fox barked out, flicking his tail. Owlstar was wary. "Please, Owlstar, know I would only leave camp if truly needed, now I am. Our deputy passed just days ago, and by right of Clan ways, I was made deputy. I mean no harm, and can only tell you about what I was told."

Owlstar flicked his ears back. "Well-"

"Daddy? What's going on?" the voice of a small she-cat spoke, her brownie pelt clearly matching that of her father's.

"Not now,Otterpaw," growled Owlstar, turning back to the three. "We have one queen, named Horsetail. But, moons ago we had a leader, her name was Horsestar - she was wise and cunning, but as stupid as a rat. She would be the one, she's the only cat I know of who ever lived in this Clan..."

"And she is dead?" the tom butt in, rising to his strong, padded paws.

"Upsettingly, yes. She died moons ago - I, of course, was her deputy."

The she-cat sighed. "Thank you, we will tell Fawnstar. This has our leader greatly panicked, if you know anything, we'd like to hear about it at the Gathering."

"I'll have my deputy see you out - Oaktooth!"

Padding from the shadows of the warrior den, a patchy black-and-white tom walked, head high as he pushed past a white, blue-eyed she-cat. "Follow me - and fox, stay where I can see you."

"Frostfire," the fox replied coldly, showing his rows of teeth.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Oaktooth kept his head high and began leading the StormClanners out of their camp.

Frostkit watched as the cats and the fox left. 'Wow,' she thought, watching the tail of the fox leave. "I wanna be as brave as those cats one day," she murmured under her breath before a weight hit her side and she toppled over, Rainkit pinning her down by her ears.

Frostkit rolled away, getting on to her paws-

Hiss. Clap. Zip.

Rain dappled Frostkit's pelt all of a sudden and she yelped in fear as the shadows of a storm cast overhead.

Yet all she could see was a beautiful light.

'Should I be scared of this?'

And here's the next part!

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