A/N I can't stop UPDATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Starkit refused to leave the elders' den. "I'll sleep here! Longtail's so nice, he'll let me stay." she pronounced stubbornly. Longtail turned his head, curious of the argument between mother and kit. "I like you and Moonkit mother, more than air its self, but he's like my father."

"You'll do no such thing!" Whiteleaf hissed. She was surprised at the warmth she heard in her kit's voice, but noticed sadly that she said 'like' instead of 'love'.

"Starkit, may I speak to you please?" came a curt voice. She turned to see Nightshade standing there, his eyes a smoldering torrent of orange lava. Starkit glared at him for a moment, then got up and padded wearily out of the elders' den. As Nightshade turned to follow her, Whiteleaf got up and hissed, "Don't be to harsh,"

Although the black warriors reply was a curt "whatever," she still did not trust him enough to leave him alone with her kit and she padded out behind him, cautiously.

"Yes, Nightshade?" Starkit bowed her head respectfully, her eyes shining as if she couldn't wait to be a warrior.

"Fool!" Whiteleaf narrowed her eyes furiously as she heard in the tom's voice. "Why are you being so stubborn? You've already caused enough trouble for this clan, and one more thing and I'm sure I won't be the only one in the clan ready to throw you out." Whiteleaf opened her jaws to protest, but to her surprise Moonkit brushed her tail over the white queen's legs.

"No, Starkit needs to hear this," Moonkit murmured sadly. Whiteleaf was caught up in a rush of affection and pride for her silver kit, but bent to listen to Nightshade some more.

"The most important thing in life is impressing your elders and gaining respect. If you think that life will always be fun and lively, then your even more stupid than I thought! You've got to stop doing stupid things because you can, or you're going to regret it! Love, fun, games, giddiness, they are all tales for newborns. If you believe in them, you're no better than a kittypet, got that, you idiot?!" Starkit began to tremble, but that only made Nightshade go on. "Weakness and pain are for weaklings. You can't ever show your feelings or you'll be left behind in the rush in life. Just stop being so immature and," but Starkit had heard enough.

"Stop!" The kit shrieked. "I get your point!" she narrowed her eyes, and Whiteleaf almost thought her kit would rip Nightshade to shreds. A wave of emotion in Starkit's eyes made Moonkit gasp sympathetically, and Whiteleaf, too, had seen the hope of this young kit come crashing down on her, draining from her heart. Then Starkit turned and sped back to the nursery.

Whiteleaf and Moonkit followed, and Whiteleaf was sure she heard Moonkit spit to Nightshade,

"You coward!"

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Whiteleaf got up at dawn and peered at her kits affectionately. Starkit was buried underneath Moonkit, and for a moment it was hard to tell who was who. Although Starkit hadn't hardly left the nursery since Nightshade had spoken to her, she was almost the same Starkit, except for the fact that she obeyed rules as if she would die if she didn't. Whiteleaf made note to murder Nightshade for changing her kit like this!

The white queen padded out of the nursery and into the hollow. Sorreltail was sleeping in a warm patch of sunshine, and Silverstorm and Graystripe were sharing tongues. Nobody saw Whiteleaf as she darted out of camp and into the forest.

She padded forward calmly until an unfamiliar tang caught her attention. The reek of blood.

Heart pounding, Whiteleaf pelted forward, wondering who had been wounded so severely that the blood scent was so strong. She gasped as she tripped over something soft, and whipped around.

Cloudtail lay there, his eyes wide and blank.

"No, no, no!" Whiteleaf breathed. "No, Cloudtail!" She wailed, trembling. She buried her mussel into his long white fur and sobbed dryly.

"Well, now. I thought I'd only come for one piece of prey, but… oh well." Whiteleaf whipped around and her breath caught as she glimpsed ice blue eyes.

"H-Hawkfrost, what are you doing on my territory? Why did you kill Cloudtail?" she yowled, fury etched in her green eyes.

"Well, I guess I should tell you that I'm taking Thunderclan down. Oops, I let my plans…" he traced his tongue over a bloody claw. "slip."

He leapt at her, and Whiteleaf lashed out blindly. Her claw caught on his ear, and it was ripped apart. But that only made Hawkfrost angry, and he dodged around her and slashed at her throat.

"No!" a voice shouted, and Hawkfrost was thrust aside, leaving Whiteleaf panting for breath. She heard vaguely Hawkfrost and her rescuer fighting, and struggled to her paws. She was bleeding heavily from one shoulder, but she turned to the fight determinedly. She raced forward and grappled with Hawkfrost's tail, as her rescuer reached for the throat.

Hawkfrost let out a scream of fury and raced off, through the forest. Whiteleaf turned to her rescuer and gasped. It was Spiderleg.

"You shouldn't be wandering off like that, Whiteleaf," he murmured gently.

"I know, but…" her voice trailed off as she got another glimpse of her dead father.

"I tried to save him," Spiderleg's voice shook. "But it didn't work!"

Whiteleaf hardly heard him. She padded over to Cloudtail and stared at him curiously. Something very strange was happening. She realized what was happening with a gasp.

Cloudtail's eyes were changing color.

They had morphed from blue to deep green, and started shining.

"Who…?" she whispered, asking Cloudtail's spirit.

"I am Lionheart, former deputy of Thunderclan," Lionheart/Cloudtail whispered so that only Whiteleaf could hear.

"It's all right Spiderleg," Whiteleaf called to the black tom. "Cloudtail's okay."

Cloudtail's body stood up and he shook himself. The three cats shook themselves, then turned and walked home.

Whiteleaf took the lead with Cloudtail.

"Won't they notice your eyes?" she asked.

"No. Only you can."

"But why?" she asked, desperately.

"Because Birchheart made it so that you could, despite our warnings. You and your kits too, I suspect." Cloudtail growled.

"I smell rain!" Spiderleg called irritably from somewhere behind them. Whiteleaf could smell rain as well, and she turned her head up to see the sky, but the canopy of trees was too thick. With a growl of frustration, she sped ahead and ran into the hollow of camp and up highledge. She turned around.

"Great Starclan," she breathed.