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Light green eyes fluttered open as soft rays of morning light filtered into the warm den. A chilly ocean breeze drifted through the den, bringing with it the salty smell of the ocean and the sound of large waves crashing into the rocks far below the camp. Quiet purrs of content, sleeping cats filled the den with a pleasant rumble and the owner of the eyes wanted nothing more than to burrow further into the warm fur of his sleeping mate and go back to sleep. "Duty calls," he grumbled to himself before his jaw opened in a large yawn.

The stirring of another cat in the den caught his eye as his jaw closed with a quiet clack. His mate shifted beside him, uncomfortable now that her source of warmth was growing cold. A smile spread across his muzzle as he stared down at the peaceful sleeping face of his beautiful mate. She had no idea how happy she made him. "You're up rather early for a cat that isn't going on the dawn patrol, Rainpatch."

"Am I not allowed to watch the sun rise?" Rainpatch whispered in reply as he watched his white-pelted sister stretch luxuriously in her nest, yawning quietly with tired eyes half closed.

"Not without me thinking you're crazy," she retorted smoothly. "Would you like to take my place on the dawn patrol instead? That way you'd get the best view of the sunrise whilst trotting alongside a bunch of tired, grumpy, half awake cats."

Rainpatch chuckled quietly as he too rose stiffly to his paws, groaning as his back cracked after remaining still for an entire night. "Not a chance, Cloudflight! Stormwhisker wouldn't be very happy if someone was to, I don't know, tell him that you had given away your chance to take Ashpaw out on a dawn patrol for some more sleep," he purred with a wink, stepping carefully over the sleeping bodies of his Clan mates.

"Oo, you wouldn't dare!" Cloudflight hissed in mock anger, lightly shoving Rainpatch so that he nearly fell onto a sleeping cat. She ducked under her brother's swipe, shaking a pale gray tom until he jolted awake with a surprised mrrow.

His amber eyes cleared as he gazed up at Cloudflight, "dawn patrol?" When the white she-cat nodded he rolled his eyes. "Alright. I'll wake the others up and meet you outside. Can we hunt on the way back? I promised Seabird last night I'd catch her a rabbit today."

"That's fine; don't take too long, Sageleap."

Rainpatch didn't hear the end of the conversation for he'd already slipped out into the pale morning light and chilly sea breeze that tugged at his blue fur. He absentmindedly drew his tongue over the circular scar on the tip of his shoulder blade, lost deep in thought. Mornings when he was among the very first awake always seemed to be so peaceful as if nothing was wrong with the world; as if there wasn't a bloody tyrant stalking the shadows. His muzzle crinkled. He wasn't about to let thoughts of Crimson ruin such a pleasant morning.

The sun rising over the mountains directly behind PhoenixClan painted the lapping waves of the eternal ocean with red, pink, orange and gold. Shrieking gulls dove precariously close to the lulling waves as they cawed loudly to one another about whatever it was gulls spoke about. Rainpatch found himself trotting closer to the edge of the cliff WaveClan's camp had been built on, the soft sand beneath his paws changing to cool stone. His claws sunk into shallow cracks and crevices in the stone as he took a deep breath of the salty ocean air he adored so much.

White clouds dotted the pale blue morning sky yet they were poisoned by the red hue resonating from the ugly blood moon that hung lazily in the sky. Rainpatch curled his claws into the hard stone to stop the growl from rumbling in his throat. He would not let Crimson ruin his morning.

"Still sure that you don't want to take my place on the dawn patrol?" Cloudflight whined in his ear.

He jumped, startled by her sudden appearance before the tension eased away as a lopsided grin appeared on his face. "No way, wouldn't want my little sister missing out on an early morning jog now would I?"

"Little!? Mother told me that I was the first born and you came out second, like you always do, followed by Riverleap and then Waterkit!" Cloudflight stomped her foot, agitated.

Rainpatch laughed heartily at his sister's obvious annoyance, "that's not what I heard, dear sister. I came out first followed by your bottom then head. Might I add that Fishleap said he thought you were a cloud, your bottom was that big."

A sharp clout to the head only caused Rainpatch to laugh even louder as his sister glared with murderous eyes. "Speaking of the dawn patrol," he purred after catching his breath, "where is your apprentice? Still sleeping I assume?"

Cloudflight rolled her eyes and pointed towards a den fastened from gorse and brambles with her tail. "Ashpaw is still fast asleep." A mischievous glint appeared in her green eyes as she gazed at her brother, muzzle quirking up into a slight smirk. "You wouldn't happen to know of a way to wake up apprentices that have slept in for too long, do you?"

Silence fell upon the siblings as Rainpatch's eys dashed around camp, his brain frantically trying to think of an amusing way to wake his sister's apprentice up. Finally his gaze fell upon a small mound of sand towards the dirt place. He beamed as an idea came to mind. "The spider that fell on Icestorm last night, did he bury it in that mound over there after he speared it with his claw?"

"Uh, I think so, why? No! That's bad, brother! Bad, but incredibly, mischievously brilliant, I like the way you think," Cloudflight purred quietly, tapping her tail lightly against the stone. She watched with a tilted head as her brother scooted silently across the shifting sand to where the spider had been buried the previous night. Her smirk widened when her brother jerked back with a muffled squeak, the body of the spider landing on the sane behind him. "Didn't know you were scared of an itty bitty spider, brother dear," she teased, padding over to him.

Rainpatch's fur bristled as he tried to shake the feeling of the spider's limp body from him. "Spiders are one filthy creature I hate with a passion. Nasty things with long, hairy legs and hundreds of beady little eyes. Bleugh! Let's just get this little prank over with so that I can go dive in the ocean for a little while." He grabbed a nearby stick, using it to manoeuvre the spider towards the apprentices den with an evil chuckle.

"We're so evil," Cloudflight giggled quietly.

To any onlookers the two warriors might've looked like overgrown kits about to pull a nasty prank on a sibling or friend. Yet these two were in facto grown warriors that some kits might think were mature, well behaved, modest adult cats. The spider dangling from the end of a stick that was clutched in Rainpatch's mouth only helped to damage their 'mature' reputation.

"The Clan knows to expect a prank from us every now and again," Rainpatch replied. "We were even worse as apprentices. Do you remember that hole we spent around a moon digging out and then covering so that Graypaw would fall into it?"

Cloudflight hung her head as her whiskers twitched in amusement. "That particular prank I remember well. Mother was furious when she found out! She was even more furious when Stormwhisker merely let us off with a light warning!"

Warm memories played across Rainpatch's eyes as he squeezed into the cosy den that was filled with the sounds of sleeping cats. It seemed like moons since he'd slept in this den alongside his siblings and friends; trained hard each passing day and snuck out late at night to swim in the cove and pull pranks. He sighed. Sometimes he couldn't help but think that life as an apprentice had been so easy compared to that of warrior. There was always someone there telling you what to do next and how to do it or what you did wrong. As a warrior if you did something wrong you were expected to know how to fix it. He cringed visibly. The amounts of times he'd stuffed up a hunt because of clumsy paws were too high to count.

"There she is," Cloudflight whispered in his ear, "in the nest in the far corner. Try and balance the spider on her muzzle so that she sees it as soon as her eyes open. I'll shake her awake once you're ready."

He nodded to show that he'd heard his sister and then snuck across the den, taking care not to wake any of the sleeping apprentices. They'd probably ruin his fabulous prank if they were to wake up. Thankfully none of them did. "Alright. Let's do this," he chuckled to himself as he slipped the spider onto the nose of the apprentice, using the stick to position the spider correctly. "Done, take it away, Cloudflight."

Cloudflight smiled devilishly as she leant down to begin shaking her apprentice by the shoulder, muttering words into Ashpaw's ear. The dark silver apprentice moaned in her sleep as her eyelids fluttered open to see the spider perched on her nose. Her eyes widened before a scratchy howl ripped from her lungs as she flung the spider from her nose, shooting straight up in her nest whilst breathing heavily. Her howl jerked the rest of the apprentices awake but all they saw was two 'mature' warriors stumbling out of the den laughing so hard that they could hardly breath.

"Did you see the look on her face!?" Cloudflight cried as she collapsed on the sand outside the den, body still racked by laughs.

Rainpatch came to a halt in front of her, laughter rolling out from the pits of his stomach. Heads poked out of dens as cats peered out to see what all the fuss was about. A few even stumbled out with bleary eyes and unsheathed claws as if they expected enemy warriors to jump out at them at any moment. The alarm faded from their eyes when they saw Rainpatch and Cloudflight rolling in the sand laughing loudly. "Who'd you get this time?" a booming voice called as a large blue-gray tom shouldered his way out of the warriors den. His pale green eyes were alight with amusement despite it being so early in the morning.

"Ashpaw," Cloudflight managed to answer through her hysterics.

As she spoke the apprentice in question stumbled out of the den with eyes still drawn wide. "D-did I forget to wake up?" she stammered before straightening herself up. "You could've just prodded me awake! Was there any need to throw a flipping spider at me!?"

"I'm going to assume it was the spider that attacked Icestorm last night?" the blue-gray tom rumbled as he joined the still laughing warriors by the apprentices den.

Rainpatch nodded. "Indeed it was, Stormwhisker," he answered before looking at Ashpaw, "serves you right for leaving my sister to wake you up. As her apprentice you should know of her joking, pranking ways."

"Never sleeping around you two again," Ashpaw grumbled as she slunk over to the dwindling fresh-kill pile.

A shout from Cloudflight stopped the apprentice in her tracks. "No eating for you until we get back, little miss! Your sleep in has made the dawn patrol late. Come on, we need to get a move on or it'll be sunhigh before we've even left!" She shouted for the rest of the patrol to join her and then they trotted out of the camp.

Stormwhisker shook his head slightly, an amused smile spreading across his muzzle. "What are you planning to do this fine morning, Rainpatch?" the deputy asked curiously.

"I was planning on going for a swim in the cove just to wake myself up a little bit before I go hunting or patrolling but if I spot any fish whilst I'm swimming I'll be sure to catch them," Rainpatch answered honestly, pulling himself shakily to his paws. The laughter had drained the adrenaline from his body and left him feeling a little light headed.

"Heathersky's not going to be joining you?" The deputy sounded actually surprised.

Rainpatch shook his head slightly, "no, she's still asleep and I'd rather not wake her so early. My mate needs her beauty sleep or she becomes rather crabby."

The deputy nodded in silent understanding as he watched his Clan slowly waking to another day of duties. "You're a good warrior, Rainpatch. Your joking nature and cheerful ways have always managed to cheer this Clan up in dark times. I hope that you'll remain this happy even when you are old and senile."

"Old and senile!?" Rainpatch sputtered. "Not to offend you, Stormwhisker, but I'm younger than you even if it is only by a few moons. If anyone's going to become old and senile it'll be you! I'll be bringing you a squirrel whilst you laze around in the elders den getting fat because your joints ache." There was a mocking sympathy glinting in the white-patched tom's eyes as he smirked up at the older deputy.

Stormwhisker chuckled, "never grow old, Rainpatch, never grow old." Then the long-legged deputy trotted over to Fishleap as the medicine cat stretched outside his den.

"I don't plan on," Rainpatch grumbled whilst padding slowly to the camp exit. As he passed the warriors den he leaned in to see his mate still fast asleep, her light brown tabby flanks rising up and down with each content breath. It brought a warm smile to the tom's face to see his mate sleeping so peaceful. The smile faltered slightly. Would she ever want kits? He withdrew from the den with a sad sigh, making his way out of the camp. They'd discussed having kits numerous times but Heathersky had always said no. Bringing kits into a world ruled by Crimson wasn't fair on the kits or on them. Rainpatch could see the sense in his mate's reasoning but he feared that because of this he'd never have kits of his own. No one would be standing up to Crimson any time soon, not after the last botched attempt to bring her down by RisingClan cats.

He shuddered as memories of hearing his Clan mates cry out in aguish as their tributes were struck down viciously in those horrific underground tunnels. Somehow PhoenixClan had managed to win but Crimson saw to it that their winner was inducted into her army of mindless slaves before anyone else could get to him. He'd been a good friend of mine as well; we'd spoken often at gatherings on High Star Island.

It was quiet outside the camp. Only the cawing sounds of nearby seagulls, the wind stirring the sand and the occasional eagle's cry broke the silence. The silence that was brought on by strolling through the sand dunes early in the morning soothed Rainpatch's worries and allowed him to just let go and forget for a little while. His paws slipped into the well trodden, familiar path that snaked through the yellow sand dunes towards the beach and cove. Despite it being still early in the morning and that the sun wasn't completely warm yet, it was hot out in the sand. Rainpatch shook his fur to dispatch some of the sand that had clung to it as small beads of sweat lined his brow. Now more than ever he wanted to just dive into the fresh, cool waters of the cove.

The ground beneath his paws began to slope downwards as a small path opened up, slicing its way through the cliffs to where the beach lay below. Already he could hear the sloshing of waves against wet sand as well as the trickle of morning dew running off the cliff faces into the cove. The Hidden Cove had earned its name for being so difficult to find unless you practically fell into it or stumbled upon the small path. WaveClan had used it numerous times against other Clans when war had been declared to ambush any attacks made on their camp. It had won them many battles.

A blast of sea-smelling air was blown into Rainpatch's face as he rounded the corner of the hidden path to see the bright cove flooded with early morning, pale sunshine. He smiled and pelted over to the fresh water of the cove. A long leap brought him crashing into the cool water that lapped at his body as he dove under it, soaking his entire body in the space of a few heartbeats. His worries immediately vanished from his mind, sinking to the very bottom of the cove. A strong stroke brought him back to the surface allowing him to suck in a deep breath.

The sloshing of waves against the shore reached his ears even as he swum in the peaceful cove. Elders had told him tales about bloody battles that had taken place in the strong waves of the ocean when an enemy Clan – usually RisingClan – had found their way into the Hidden Cove. So many warriors from both Clans had drowned or had their necks snapped upon impact with the seabed.

"If only every day could be as peaceful as this," he murmured to himself, pulling himself around the cove with gentle strokes. The fresh water of the cove cleaned the sand from his fur as well as soothed his warmed body.

"It could be, you know." Rainpatch did not recognise the voice that called out to him over the sloshing of the waves and he floundered a little out of shock before swimming strongly to the bank with eyes narrowed. "There's no need to hurry; we have all day."

He ignored whoever was speaking and hurried regardless. If it was an enemy warrior then they'd find themselves fleeing back to their territory with their tail between their legs. A growl snaked from his throat as he turned to see two she-cats standing on the opposite bank to him, the one closest to the open ocean. He thought he recognised the white-pelted stranger whose face and tail were broth varying shades of brown but he could not be sure. The other she-cat, however, was completely unknown to Rainpatch.

Prepared to fight for his Clan once again he set off around the bank of the cove at a quick lope, lips drawn back in a fierce snarl. His claws slid out from their sheaths as his fur began to bristle. He found himself picking up speed as the distance between him and the strangers – who strangely enough had not moved much – shrunk. His legs bunched beneath him as he pushed off the ground in a strong leap hoping that it would catch the strangest of the strangers off guard and allow him to gain the upper hand. Yet apparently the stranger had been anticipating his move and easily side-stepped the leap, watching with calm eyes as Rainpatch landed in a heap a little way off.

He groaned as he picked himself up off the ground, resorting to humour to soften his attempted attack. "You couldn't have just stood still, could you?" he asked.

"That would have made this harder than it should be, Rainpatch of WaveClan. My accomplice and I only wish to speak with you about a very serious issue."

The white-pelted she-cat had remained silent this entire time and now that he was close enough, Rainpatch could see that she was injured. Dried blood caked her throat and she held one leg up off the ground. Alarm suddenly clouded his thoughts. How did this she-cat know his name and from which Clan he was from? "Do I know you?"

"You might know of me but no, you do not know me personally. You may, however, know my friend if she decides to speak any time soon."

"I am not your friend," the white-pelted she-cat snarled bitterly. She glanced up at Rainpatch with sharp blue eyes. "Hello, Rainpatch. We met at a gathering once, just after I'd received my warrior name. Does Icepetal from SnowClan remind you of anyone?" Her voice was tried and strained, Rainpatch noted.

He inclined his head as he recalled seeing a younger version of the cat standing before him at a gathering quite a few moons ago. If he was to think about it more deeply he'd work out that Icepetal was around five moons younger than him. The fur along his shoulders bristled as he looked at the still nameless, black-furred she-cat with the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. Something in the back of his mind was screaming the identity of this she-cat at him but he just couldn't hear it. "Are you from SnowClan as well, mystery cat?"

The she-cat laughed quietly. "No. I am from no Clan." She tilted her head to one side. "It surprises me that you do not know me. Icepetal guessed who I was from merely seeing my eyes. You on the other paw have no clue. Strange." There was a lapse in the conversation before the she-cat spoke again. "My name is Tornheart although most of you Clan cats seem to know me as Tornheart the Betrayer."

Rainpatch felt his blood run cold as fierce anger rocketed through his body. "What are you doing in WaveClan territory with a SnowClan cat, betrayer?" he spat angrily. "Where's Crimson or that other devilish she-cat friend of yours?"

"I have come alone for I seek something Crimson has yet to fully understand or even hear about. Do you know of any cat in your Clan that has a circular scar where no fur grows?"

Icepetal met Rainpatch's gaze and she rolled her eyes when he didn't answer, "come on now, handsome, surely it can't be hard to answer yes or no?"

He shifted uncomfortably as Icepetal's eyes roamed over his older body. "I have a mate so keep your eyes to yourself, thank you. In reply to your question no I do not know of any cat with a circular scar in my Clan and if you could be so kind to remain right here whilst I go and get my Clan that would be very nice." The birthmark on his knee suddenly burned and he twitched the muscle, unknowingly drawing the gaze of both she-cats. Icepetal smirked at Tornheart but Rainpatch didn't see it because he was already making his way back to the hidden pathway.

A raised voice reached his ears and it brought him to a jolting stop. "What if I told you that you are the key to Crimson's defeat?"

Defeat Crimson? He could defeat Crimson? "Not you alone." Tornheart had appeared by his shoulder, Icepetal by his other. "Five cats – including you – have been prophesised to cast out the shadows and bring back the light. You and Icepetal are two of those cats. Three still remain unknown."

"Prophecy? If a prophecy has been sent then why haven't the medicine cats of the Clans received it?" he paused as another question came to mind. "Hang on. There are six Clans but only five chosen cats. Why?"

Tornheart smiled slightly. "Observant, aren't you? From whom do you think this prophecy would have come from? As far as all we living cats are concerned there is no longer an afterlife to go to. It was destroyed along with every cat within it. It came from four cats that have been here since the beginning. They passed it onto me directly and I was instructed to set out immediately and find these chosen cats. RisingClan does not have a chosen cat. Their belief has wavered into nothing so none of their cats were able to be touched by the prophecy's power. I went there first and found that not one of them had a circular scar on their body."

"I don't either," Rainpatch quipped without really thinking. The morning was not turning out the way he had planned. No part of him had any interested in venturing away from home simply because he was prophesised to do it. But to defeat Crimson and bring peace back to the Clans? That was certainly a noble calling. His heart swelled considerably. If he defeated Crimson then he and Heathersky would finally be able to have kits; a family of their own.

It was Icepetal that answered by jabbing a claw at his birthmark. "That is your furless scar; your mark."

"It's not a scar. It's a birthmark," he muttered uneasily.

The pretty white she-cat shrugged her shoulders and yawned, obviously comfortable in the presence of a traitor in an enemy Clan's territory. It stirred annoyance within Rainpatch as he remembered Icepetal's Clan mates mentioning her non-Clan blood. "Birthmark, scar, does it really matter? I wasn't exactly pleased to have been chosen in the first place but I'm doing it for my Clan. Crimson needs to die for there to ever be any peace and personally I don't really like the idea of no longer having a sun," Icepetal hissed sharply, her tail lashing. "If I have to die for that to happen then so be it."

Rainpatch jerked back as if he'd been struck by a snake, his green eyes filling with a sudden fear for his life. "If I do join you on this 'prophesised' journey can you guarantee my safety? Can you promise me I'll return home alive?"

"I cannot. I do not know if any of the Chosen will return alive but you are a strong warrior, whether you return home alive is ultimately up to you," Tornheart answered honestly.

"Oh." Rainpatch fell silent as he contemplated what he needed to do.

Tornheart nudged him slightly to catch his attention. "Would you like to hear the prophecy before you make your decision?" When the blue tom nodded Tornheart continued, "Five have been chosen; born in the darkest of times; blessed by the purest of hearts; soiled by the harshest of lives. They will cast out the shadows and bring back the light. But not without hardships, for all victories must be won with loss."

Purest of hearts? How can any cat have a pure heart? He didn't want to go; didn't want to leave the mate he loved with all his heart and the family he adored. But if he went, defeated Crimson and brought back the light then the Clans would be completely at peace. Peace. How much Rainpatch wanted to feel entirely at peace instead of worrying about Crimson's soldiers lurking in the shadows or what young life might be cut short next. If Crimson was defeated it would open up a world of new paths that Rainpatch had yet to take, the most alluring was the path to kits and a family with Heathersky. He knew what he had to do to protect his Clan and blooming family. Crimson would die under his claws.

"I will join you but only as long as it is my claws that slice through Crimson's neck," Rainpatch answered strongly.

"You'll have to argue that right with the others when we find them," Icepetal smirked as she drew her thick tail across his flank. "Personally I don't care who kills her just as long as she dies."

Rainpatch shouldered her away with a disgusted look, "I have a mate!"

The she-cat huffed, rolling her eyes. "Why is it that all the good looking ones have mates?" Her question went unanswered.

"Do you want to do anything before we move on to the next Clan?" Tornheart asked.

"Actually I'd like to say goodbye to my mate. I assume I can't tell her anything about this at all in case any of Crimson's cronies drag it out of her?"

Tornheart's smile actually managed to reach her eyes and it made her seem so much younger and livelier, even a little pretty in a dark, dangerous way. "You can't tell a soul about this but I wouldn't worry about having to return to camp. If your mate's a pretty, young brown tabby with the stormiest blue eyes then she's about halfway over to us right now."

"What!?" Rainpatch whirled around to find that Tornheart had indeed been telling the truth. His mate was trotting quickly over to him her tail twitching with agitation. She looked rather annoyed even a tad angry. Shooting a worried glance at the two she-cats behind him he hurried over to her, worry settling into his gut like a stone. Heathersky would trust him, right? "Hello, dear!"

"Don't you hello dear me!" Heathersky hissed through her teeth, glancing worriedly over her mate's shoulder at the strangers on the beach. "What are you doing with two strange she-cats that are so deep in WaveClan territory? Why haven't you chased them off yet?!"

Rainpatch sighed as he fumbled for an excuse to use. Maybe he could just tell her what he was doing without really saying what he was doing? "Because I'm going with them." When Heathersky looked like she was about to interrupt he shot her a sharp look. "I'll be coming home, I promise you that! But it mightn't be for a while. We are going to do something that will benefit every single cat in every single Clan."

"Why haven't you asked me to come with you then?" Heathersky mumbled sadly. Her usual warm personality had vanished behind confusion, sadness and anger.

"Because it is too dangerous. I want you to stay here and look after the Clan whilst I'm gone, keep them positive and happy. Cloudflight will help you," he smiled warmly at her and nuzzled her neck fur, hoping to persuade her that he'd be fine if she stayed behind.

Heathersky leaned against him with a long sigh, "I don't know why you've kept this to yourself for so long, love, but if you have to go then you have to go. Just promise me you'll come home alive? One day our kits will need a father and it better be you! I'll tell the Clan that I haven't seen you all morning if that makes your leaving any easier."

"And that," Rainpatch licked her cheek, "is why I love you. I promise I'll come back alive and I promise that when I do everything will be better. I love you, Heathersky."

"I love you too, Rainpatch. Goodbye and I suppose I should say good luck." With a final touch of muzzles the two parted, each going their own separate ways; Heathersky back to the Clan and Rainpatch to wherever his journey was going to lead him.


WaveClan

Leader: Sandstar- Dull, brown pelted she-cat with Crimson's trademark yellow eyes

Deputy: Stormwhisker- A large, broad-shouldered, long-legged, long-furred, dark blue-gray tom with pale green eyes (Blizzardsnow)

Medicine Cat: Fishleap- Blue-silver tabby tom with gray underbelly and chest. Apprentice; Minnowstripe

Warriors:

Blossomstreak- Dusty red she-cat with black stripes

Gustfeather- Long-haired fluffy white she-cat

Sageleap- Small pale gray almost white tom with amber eyes (Blizzardsnow)

Seabird- Dark blue she-cat with silver stripes on her belly

Heathersky- Light brown tabby she-cat with white ear and tail tips. Her muzzle is black and her eyes are stormy blue

Icestom- A huge, broad-shouldered, well muscled but lean, sleek white tom with bright blue eyes, silver paws, silver ears, a silver face, and a silver-tipped tail. He has a scar on his left shoulder and a shredded right ear (Blizzardsnow)

Mintclaw- A small, broad-shoulder, muscular, sleek gray tabby she-cat with dark green eyes, unusually longer front claws, and a whitening muzzle because of aging (Blizzardsnow)

Graypelt- A blue gray tom with a white tail and yellow eyes (Striker in the Night)

Songbird- Silver she-cat with lighter underbelly and amber eyes

Shadowtail - Black tom with amber eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Rainpatch- Long-furred blue tom with patches of white and light green eyes

Cloudflight- Thin white she-cat with green eyes

Apprentices:

Rosepaw- An average-sized, long-legged, slender, sleek white she-cat with pale blue eyes, silver paws, a silver face, silver ears, and a silver-tipped tail (Blizzardsnow)

Lightpaw- Golden tom with pale gray tabby stripes and green eyes (Striker in the Night)

Ashpaw- Sleek dark silver she-cat with black flecks and a white muzzle, amber eyes

Patchpaw- White tom with black patches and a silver tail tip, green eyes

Nightpaw- Black tom with a single silver forepaw, green eyes

Frostpaw- Silver tabby she-cat with black patches, amber eyes

Queens:

Bluestream- An average-sized, broad-shouldered, long-legged, dainty-pawed, sleek, elegantly long-furred, slender, blue-gray she-cat with vivid pale green eyes and white paws (Blizzardsnow)

Petalbreeze- A tall, long-legged, ragged-furred, slender, dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with white petal-like patches, creamy paws, and yellow eyes (Blizzardsnow)

Stripecloud- A dark gray tabby she-cat with light gray stripes and green eyes (Strike in the Night)

Whitefrost - Gray she-cat with white paws and chest, yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Kits:

Whitekit- A small white she-cat with long, messy fur and pretty blue eyes (Blizzardsnow)

Creekkit- A large, long-furred, blue-gray tabby tom with a white chest and blue eyes (Blizzardsnow)

Mintkit- A pale blue-gray she-cat with pale green eyes and silver markings (Blizzardsnow)

Seakit- Pale ginger she-kit with a long stripe that goes along her back, yellow eyes (Striker in the Night)

Spiderkit- Black she-kit with a white tail and paws, dark green eyes (Striker in the Night)

Tallkit- Black tom with amber eyes and long legs (Wolfgrowl)

Whitekit- White she-cat with yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Pouncekit- White tom with black paws and yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Elders:

Willowbreeze- Tortoiseshell she-cat with creamy paws, currently dying due to a crushed rib cage that then caused internal damage

Whitesong- Small pure white she-cat with pale green eyes and long fur (Blizzardsnow)

Scorchfur- Black tom with yellow eyes (Blizzardsnow)


AN: Update came sooner than even I expected. Oh well, aren't you guys lucky? :) Long chapter, not as long as the previous one, but still long. I'd like to thank all the people that created cats for me, especially Blizzardsnow seeing as she's supplied cats for three Clans. Thanks, darl!

Until next time,

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