Guess who is back! Thats right! Me! I've decided to add to the one-shot and make it a story. It may not be very good, but hey, at least I'm trying. Yes. My favorite characters are Mothwing and Dovewing. I love them okay? If I get enough reviews I will write another chapter. Tell me what you guys think!

The real trouble involving Starclan happened a little after the Dark Forest battle. Anything she thought beforehand about the 'religion' of sorts was reinforced by...something of importance. And it all started with three mousebrained apprentices.

This was it. Mothwing was utterly done. Giving out an annoyed hiss, she looked down at the mousebrained apprentices. "What did you three do now?"

The apprentices had come to her earlier that morning trying to get her to come to the river that was their border with the idiots. Or Shadowclan. Really was there a definite difference? Shaking her head at that thought, she climbed out of her nest andfollowed the apprentices to the clearing.

Troutpaw, a pale silver she-cat, was in front of the group, leading. The young cat had always been loud and boisterous, similar to her sister Williwshine, but with a different aura to her.

The other two apprentices were both brothers, closer than ever, and forever getting into trouble.

Rushpaw, the light brown mischievous younger brother, glanced at her with an unusual seriousness in his eyes. The nervous meow of his voice also meant something was wrong. "M-Mothwing...we are really sorry..."

This caught her attention. They still had a ways to go before the group of cats met the body of water and Mothwing was going to use that time to get to the bottom of this.

"What were you three up to this sunrise, hmm?" Mothwing gave off an ominous cheery voice to let the trio know they were in trouble.

Heronpaw, the reclusive darker brown brother, just shook his head and muttered under his breath as he padded behind Troutpaw, "Something we regret."

Nonetheless Mothwing made out his words and was surprised at them. What had the apprentices done?

Upon entering the clearing, Mothwing noticed how unusually mature and reticent the apprentices were being. She didn't understand why they were acting this way.

The sun was rising across the horizon casting the clearing into an unearthly shade. That paired with the weather, clouds were rolling in evidence of a storm ahead, was enough to make the medicine cat's fur stand on end as she came within view of where the apprentices had lead her.

There, laying clear as day, was two bodies resembling the shape of cats. Snapping into action, she bounded towards the bodies, the younger cats in tow just behind her.

Mothwing reached the first cat and saw it was a silver and white she-cat with the unmistakable stench of Thunderclan looming around her. She had a wound going from her shoulder to her hind leg, it had started to heal, but without any medical attention, would surely get infected.

"Bring me some cobwebs! As soon as possible!" The determined Riverclan cat yowled out. The apprentices scrambled out and about, searching for the material.

She turned her attention to the second cat and who she saw made her intake a sharp breath and back up some. Sprawled on the ground, with a few wounds like the she-cat, was the person she loathed more than anyone.

The cat on the ground was her brother, Hawkfrost.

It was as if her worst nightmare had come true. Hawkfrost was supposed to have died. She had cats who had watched him die! Disappeared...into nothing... It was in that instance that she knew who the other cat was. Dovewing, the one with powers to hear, but what was she doing with this malicious villain? And onto an even more pressing matter, Hawkfrost would die if she didn't help him, which wouldn't be a bad thing, but how could she doom her own brother? How many times did she have to watch him die? How many times did she have to lose him?

The apprentices came back and Mothwing began her work on Dovewing. She told Troutpaw to go get Willowshine and to tell Mistystar what happened. The other two were sent to fetch herbs. Dandelion was growing nearby and would act like a painkiller for her later, but what she really needed was some goldenrod which would help heal the wound on the Thunderclanner. Rushpaw brought back some horsetail and marigold. Chewing the herbs into a poultice she spat it onto her wound, gently spreading it all over and sealing it with cobwebs. Willowshine and the other cats arrived just as she was finishing up her brother's wounds giving the same treatment.

"What has happened here? Is that-is that Hawkfrost?" Mistystar asks incredulously.

Shaking her head, Mothwing responded, "I have no idea how he is alive or why he is with that Thunderclan cat. But I'm sure these apprentices could tell you once we get everyone back to camp."

Mistystar had brought with her the deputy, Reedwhisker, and a few warriors. Working together, they were able to carry the wounded cats to camp.

Mothwing sighed heavily, this wasn't how she wanted to spend her morning, and to be honest, she was getting way too old for these kinds of things. Willowshine padded next to her and sat down. Mothwing predicted what she wanted to know before she could say it. "I thought Hawkfrost was dead too."

Willowshine looked surprised for a moment but nodded nonetheless. She sensed the mood and didn't press the older cat for more answers. An uncomfortable silence ensued between the two as they waited for the apprentices to come out of their leader's den.

A few moments later and Heronpaw was the first to exit, his head downward in shame. Curiosity bloomed in her mind, but she decided to wait and see what happened next.

Mistystar's voice echoed throughout the camp, "Cats! Please join me near the Centerpool for a clan meeting!"

The two medicine cats walked briskly to the small pool resting in the middle of camp. It was where they set fish to keep from rotting.

"These apprentices were out fooling around this morning and stumbled upon two cats fighting in our territory. Dovewing of Thunderclan," Mistystar swallowed and continued, "and H-Hawkfrost...who we once thought dead."

Yowls of outrage sounded through the crowd. Everyone looked alarm and their fur was on end.

"The apprentices did not go tell a cat, but merely watched the events unfold. Once the two cats collapsed from wounds they decided to go get a medicine cat. While they should've come to me in the first place, their action did save the cats. Although, they should've gotten us once they saw the cats." Mistystar finished, glaring pointedly at the young cats. "We will decide what to do with the cats once they wake up. Meeting dismissed."

Everyone disbanded, muttering about this news. The deputy, to get their minds off of things, organized a border and hunting patrol, setting off once they had enough cats.

Riverclan's blue leader signaled to Mothwing to come to her den. "Mothwing, I would like your input on the matter of Dovewing. Should I have you alert Thunderclan about having their warrior? Or should I wait for her to heal?"

"Personally Mistystar, I would alert them now. But you know how those boneheads are, they would probably thing we did that to their precious golden she-cat. They'd also want her back before she could deliver the whole story to us. And who knows what my half brother would say about Hawkfrost." Mothwing said going off on a tangent.

"Alright...well...I think we should tell them we have their warrior and that we are not releasing her until she has healed. They may not like it, but I'm determined to get to the bottom of this." Mistystar eventually said.

Mothwing nodded and asked for Heronpaw to join her on this expedition. She would need an eyewitness account to back her story up and it would help just in case Windclan proves to be unfriendly.

Next stop, Thunderclan.

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