Main Characters-

Gazekit- Black tom with white patches that look like stars

Flintsnag- gray tom with ginger patches

Specklestorm- black and gray she-cat with one green and one blue eye

Clan- WindClan


A cold breeze whisked through the rocky estate. Greif, hunger and fear echoed in the hollow. A outraged screech awoke.

"My kit! You have to save my kit!" A black and gray she-cat howled with grief. The other cat that was with her flinched back.

"Specklestorm, I'm trying to save Gazekit, his Greencough is strong." The gray tom meowed. Specklestorm trembled with grief.

"Flintsnag, try harder. I lost his brother, I can't lose him too." The grieving queen answered. Flintsnag shooed her away, letting him tend to his patients. Leaf-bare was a tough time for all the Clans. Cats died often, due to freezing, sickness or hunger. Flintfang stared at Specklestrom's son. His black fur was plastered to his ribs, showing that indeed Leaf-Bare was taken hold. He shivered in his nest, but his pelt was burning firery sparks. Gazekit coughed and fell onto his side. Puss covered his blue eyes and his nose was plastered with old run.

Flintsnag grabbed a mintleaf in his jaws. He chewed it and opened Gazekit's jaws with one paw. With the other, he shoved the herb down the kits throat. The small young kit coughed feebly and kicked his legs. He shivered and layed still, his eyes opened with shock and fear. Flintsnag nuzzled the poor kit and rested moss on his feverish body.

"Sleep well kit." Flintsnag nudged the kit to his side to help him breathe better. He stepped away and tended to Blazeheart, the Windclan deputy. The ginger tom looked up, puss covering his eyes.

"How's Gazekit?" Blazeheart asked. Coughs rippled through his body and he sighed sadly. Flintsnag gazed at Gazekit. The black tom kit was twitching in his sleep.

Flintsnag sighed. "I don't think he'll make it." Blazeheart nodded sadly. His eyes trailed to the kits small body and sighed.

Flintsnag stepped away from the deputy. He grabbed some herbs and nosed them under a gray she-cat's muzzled.

She drew away with a cough. "Don't spare herbs on an old hag like me. Save 'em for the young 'uns."

Flintsnag followed her nose. "Grayleaf, I have enough herbs to feed WindClan for a week," He lied. "Come on, swallow these." Grayleaf licked up the leaves from his pad. She rested her head down. "I hope your happy."

As soon as the den was treated. Flintsnag went to check on Gazekit. The small black tom was brathing slower.

"Gazekit, come on. Eat these herbs for me." Gazekit shuddered, remembering the herbs taste. "Too yucky." He meowed, staring up at the medicine cat.

"You'll feel better. You'll go back to play with Frostkit and the other kits in the nursery."

Gazekit whimpered. "I want Nightkit. Why did he die? Can I see him again?" Flintsnag reered back.

Nightkit had fallen ill with Gazekit. Sadly, the black kit didn't respond to Flintsnag's treatment and died earlier that day.

"Gazekit, Nightkit is gone. You'll see him later, when your a warrior and then an elder. Come on, if you want to see Nightkit, eat these herbs." Gazekit slowly licked them. He kicked his legs and renched it back up.

Flintsnag sighed. What a waste of herbs. He pawed at Gazekit's mess and clawed it out of the den. He dipped his paw in wet moss to rinse it off. He went out of the den to make dirt.

Gazekit coughed feebly.

"Gazekit?" Specklestorm came in and nudged her kit. The black tom looked at his mother and sighed. He pawed at her muzzle and dropped his paw. It landed on the ground with a thud. Specklestrom screeched with grief.


A moon has passed since Gazekit's death. Specklestorm was still grieving for her two sons. Her only daughter, Frostkit, was going to become an apprentice. It was becoming New-Leaf and the grassy plains turned green. The pine tree above the hollow loomed over the Clan, protecting them. The tree had a twin, but that one crashed into the gorge below. Now it was where the Windclan leader stood to address the Clan.

"We are honored to welcome three new apprentices into the Clan. Frostkit, Applekit and Rockkit, step forwards." The three kits stared up at their leader with great excitment.

Applekit and Rockkit bounced up to their leader, Breezestar. Frostkit padded up more slowly, the obedient kit she is.

Breezestar coughed. "Applekit from this moment, you'll be known as Applepaw. Crossfur, you'll be her mentor. Rockpaw will be apprenticed by Brairsong. Swiftbreeze, you will mentor Frostpaw."

The three warriors held their heads up high and touched noses with their new apprentices. Applepaw gave big squeal while her sister Rockpaw's eyes shone. Fostpaw silently touced noses with Swiftbreeze. Her heart still was not mended by her brothers' deaths.

Specklestorm silently sobbed into her mates shoulder. Moonstripe silently wept inside. His eyes shone with pride for Forstpaw, but his heart wept.

Applepaw's and Rockpaw's parents, Magmabreeze and Breezestar, called thier names loudest out loud. Breezestar sat next to his mate. The two nuzzled muzzles.

Frostpaw padded away from Swiftbreeze. She padded to her parents. On her way, she glared at Flintsnag, who was sitting next to his den. The medicine cat bowed his gray head. He will never forget himself when he went o make dirt...


Soulclanners, is it okay is I used your names? Crossfur? Magmabreeze? Moonstripe? Brairsong? Swiftbreeze? if not, PM me. If you want to be in my next chapter, PM me or say it the reviews below.