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Chapter 3

Mossyflower P.O.V

Mossyflower dropped his catch onto the fresh-kill pile in the ShadowClan camp before heading towards Echomist to see if he was able to go on another patrol. He had been going on every patrol he could so he could get close to the RiverClan border to see Snowdrop. Echomist looked up as he stopped in front of her.

"Is there any other patrol I can go on?" he asked, tilting his head. Echomist sighed as she straightened her posture. "I want to do a lot for my Clan." He winced on the inside. He didn't like lying to his Clan's deputy.

Echomist narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you just stay in camp today," she mewed, her voice full of suspicion.

Mossyflower felt his heart drop with disappointment, but nodded and reluctantly went to get a large frog for the elder's. Picking up the frog and a small mouse, he headed towards the elder's den. Pushing through the bramble entrance, he looked at the two elder's who were telling stories to a few of the kits. Russetwind was sleeping soundly, his reddish-brown flank rising and falling in slow, rhythmic timing.

Dawnshadow looked up when Mossyflower stopped behind Littlekit and Patchkit. He watched as her eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Mossyflower," she purred.

Mossyflower set the frog between the two elder's before turning and heading back out of the Elder's den. Once he was out of the den, he trotted over to the Warrior's den and pushed his way inside. He decided to get some rest before he went out on a patrol. Curling up in his nest of moss and bracken, he laid his tail over his nose before drifting off into a deep sleep.

"Let all cat's old enough to catch their own prey gather here below Flatrock for a Clan meeting!" Mossyflower woke to the sound of Morningstar's words echoing around the camp.

Standing and stretching the kinks out of his muscles, he picked his way across the Warrior's den. Emerging into the clearing, he saw that most of the Clan had already gathered.

Brownpaw stood at the front of the crowd with his fur sleek and shining. His mother and father stood behind him, eyes shining with pride. Mossyflower sat down near the back of the crowd before looking up at Morningstar.

"Nightfoot," Morningstar began. "How did Brownpaw do on his assessment?"

Nightfoot stepped forward, his black pelt rippling. "He did well. Brownpaw caught enough prey to feed every cat in the Warrior's den."

Morningstar nodded her approval and turned back to face Brownpaw. "I, Morningstar, leader of ShadowClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn. Brownpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to defend and protect this Clan even at the cost of you life?"

Brownpaw nodded and Mossyflower noticed that the apprentice's tail was quivering. "I do."

"Then," Morningstar continued. "By the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Brownpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Brownclaw. StarClan honors your speed and integrity and we welcome you as a full member of ShadowClan."

Morningstar rested her chin on Brownclaw's head and the young warrior licked her shoulder before stepping away and sitting beside Nightfoot.

"Brownclaw! Brownclaw! Brownclaw!" The Clan called out Brownclaw's name and Mossyflower watched as Brownclaw puffed out his chest.

Mossyflower rolled his eyes and turned away, heading towards the bramble entrance of the camp as the Clan started to disperse. He was happy for the young warrior, but yet..he felt jealousy burning deep inside of his gut. He pushed through he entrance and wandered out into the forest, the fallen needles littering the floor prodding his pads. He enjoyed being underneath the tall pine trees. That's what ShadowClan preferred.

As he made his way towards the RiverClan border where he hoped to see Snowdrop, he heard a faint mewling. He stopped mid stride, perking his ears. At first, he had thought he had imagined it and when he went to continue on, he heard it again.

Heading towards where he heard the mewling, he pushed through a frond of ferns and found two small kits. One a light grey tabby tom with white patches. The other a grey and white spotted she-cat. For a few moments, Mossyflower just stood there, gaping at the kits like he had never seen one in his life.

He then shook his head and carefully picked up the two kits. They mewed in protest, but then quieted down as he started walking back to camp with the two kits dangling from his jaws.

A little while later, he emerged into the camp and quickly headed to the medicine den. As he passed a few of his Clanmates, they stopped and stared at him, some even glared. Entering Juniperfoot's den, he crossed over to one of the many nests and laid the two small kits inside of it.

Mossyflower noticed Juniperfoot sorting herbs at the back of the den. "Juniperfoot," he called.

The medicine cat turned and looked at Mossyflower, then at the kits. "What's this?"

"I found these two kits abandoned inside our borders," Mossyflower stated. "They don't really have a scent on them."

Juniperfoot nodded. "That means they've been dragged through water, mud, then water again." He walked over to the nest and sniffed the kits. "Someone didn't want anyone to know where they came from."

"Well, if they were taken through water, they must be from RiverClan, right?" Mossyflower mused. "They're the only Clan who loves water."

Juniperfoot shook his head. "Wrong."

"What do you mean, wrong?" Mossyflower asked, anger boiling up inside of him. He was angry at whoever left these kits to fend for themselves.

"Just because they were taken through water, doesn't mean they're from RiverClan." Juniperfoot sighed. "Now, go tell Morningstar about this."

Mossyflower nodded, sighed, and left the den. He paused when he was out in the clearing, letting the sun rake over his silver blue-grey pelt. Taking a deep breath, he trotted over to Morningstar's den and called out for her.

She called back and he slid into her den. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting, but when they did, he launched into the story of how he found the kits and what he and Juniperfoot talked about.

Morningstar looked down, seeming to study her paws before she looked up at Mossyflower once more. "It is against the Warrior Code to deny any kits in need." She sighed. "I guess we'll have to take them in."

Woohoo! I hope you liked the chapter! What do you think the kits names should be?

Here are the ones for the light gray tabby tom with white patches: Cloudkit, Stormkit, Ashkit.

Here are the ones for the grey and white spotted she-cat: Snowkit, Frecklekit, Speckledkit.

Take a vote on what you want the kits to be named. Each person can choose one name for each kit. Which ever names get the highest votes, those will be the names of the kits. Now, REVIEW AND VOTE!

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