RRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDD! IT'S IMPORTANT! Hey, I can't introduce them all, so here are the character names. Jade, Greenkit; Rose, Rosekit; John, Breezekit; Jane, Sweetpaw; Roxy, Petalpaw; Jake, Hawkpaw; Porrim, Leopardpaw; Dolorsa, Gentlesong; Dad, Whitefeather; Grandpa, Swiftfang; Rose's mom, Herbdrink. (She can't nurse rose due to the fact that she takes herbs to help with pain.)

Be the Newborn Trickster of the Clan

When I woke up I saw a limp kit being carried out of the nursery. Other than that it was fairly calm. Kestrelflight, the cat who smelled like herbs, was taking care of me. My mother had died sadly. A white cat with a black spot that looked like a tie on his chest, was laying besides me. He was talking to a small white cat with purple eyes. I picked up on the fact that the cat with purple eyes couldn't nurse her own daughter, let alone me. He turned his head to a white cat with a striped and spotted brown and black back. She nodded and took the gold kit with purple eyes and me. I got the idea that I was supposed to be like a normal kit. Well Windclan better be prepared to have a trickster on their paws!

A few days later…

I saw the birds overhead fly around the clan. Dad, whose name here is Whitefeather, was sitting on top of the nursery with me. We managed to find a bunch of mud and we were waiting for Swiftfang, Jade's Grandpa, to exit.

"What are you two doing up there?" Furzestar asked, tilting her head at an angle.

"We're going to pull a joke!" I yelled, waiting to get in trouble. To my surprise Furzestar joined us on the nursery. I was told by the elders she was young when she took over. After Ashfoot died, Onestar asked Starclan for a sign so he knew who to pick next. In a dream he was told by Tallstar to pick Furzestar, who was known as Furzehop at the time. She became deputy and became leader after Onestar died in a wolf attack. The wolf was chased over from Riverclan territory.

"Why are you joining us?" Dad asked, curious on why the leader was acting irresponsible.

"To put it simply, I never have any fun anymore!"

Jade's Grandpa walked put and we dumped the mud onto him from the moss we were carrying. He looked up and growled angrily. He jumped up to attack Dad. Dad on the other hand was quicker. He grabbed a piece of fresh kill he had nearby and shoved it in the attackers face. Furzestar doubled over laughing. All the cats in the clan stopped and watched us.

"Furzestar, you were chosen to follow in our leader's paw steps?" Crowfeather asked. Furzestar nodded. "Well act like it. You are taking a rather relaxed way at leading this clan. I don't think this is the way to go about it."

"Crowfeather I chose you as deputy because of your experience. I believe it is time you left to join the elders," Furzestar responded, her voice filling with authority. Crowfeather hissed at the idea. He was getting old now, the clan has been trying to coax him to the elders den for a very long time. His argument is as long as Bramblestar and Tawnystar are still serving the clan, he can too.

"Mousebrain, you need me to fight, I'm one of the best in the clan!" Crowfeather growled. "And besides I would rather have an experienced warrior than a young one who just got done training their first apprentice."

"Now is not the time for an argument about leadership in the first place!" The head of a patrol snarled, running through the entrance to the camp. I needed to lighten up the situation immediately. In response I gathered a bit of the mud and snuck around Crowfeather. I immediately flung it at him, causing the clan to erupt in laughter. Crowfeather had a brown spot barely visible on his black pelt. The cats from the patrol whispered in Furzestar's ear, she growled jumping on top of Tallrock and took in a breath.

"May all cats old enough to run in the moors gather here and hear my words!" Furzestar yelled, every cat gathered by the rock as she began to speak with authority. "We found a group of rogues entering the territory by the horse-place. They killed Branchpaw while he was on the patrol. They seemed to be like the ones we chased out of the clans after the battle with the Darkforest warriors. Boulderflash, Whitefeather, Swiftfang, Petalpaw, Hawkpaw, Gentlesong, and I will attack them first, then I want Eagleflight to lead the second patrol. The second patrol will be made up of Heathertail, Whiskertwitch, Rockwhisper, and Blazepaw. (AN: No drug joke intended!) I want the patrols to be ready by the time I am. Organize yourselves and-"

"I would feel more comfortable if Crowfeather lead the second patrol!" Whiskertwitch yelled. Furzestar seemed a little annoyed at this.

"Eagleflight are you okay with Crowfeather leading the patrol?"

"Yes Furzestar."

"All right, but in the case Crowfeather's old age stops him from doing his job, you are to send him back." She turned her head to Crowfeather. "If he tells you to go home, you do. Is that understood?"

"Yes Furzestar." Crowfeather and Eagleflight chimed in together.

"All right now get ready!"

A few hours later…

I watched my father leave, he told me a battle with a few rogues wouldn't prove any problem to him, but that didn't stop my worrying. Jade was pacing around the nursery. Rose was drawing out the battle in the dirt and predicting the outcomes; sadly, it always came out the same. One of the cats sent out won't return alive. I tried to keep my mind off it by pulling pranks. Jane, who was waiting for the return just as much as I was, helped me put ants in Harespring's nest. Then they came home. It was panic in the clan.

"Kestrelflight, grab the Horsetail, Goldenrod, Marigold. Leopardpaw, go get more cobwebs we are going to need them!" Lightningstrike yowled. Kestrelflight wasn't old, but she suffered an attack from a badger and lost her memory of herbs. So she had to be taught again, but half-way through being trained again she decided to join the elders. Lightningstrike had taken over as the head medicine cat and it was actually time he should consider taking on an apprentice. Sadly, Kestrelflight couldn't join the elders tonight as planned. Everypaw possible was needed tonight.

I searched for the predicted dead cat, I saw Crowfeather injured badly and felt guilty relief wash over me. I confronted Rose and she shook her head. Then I saw his reflection in her eyes. Dad, he was hanging limp from Jakes jaws. Once I saw an elder was beside me, turning my head the other way. Crowfeather looked at me, guilt prickling in his eyes. Jade looked sad, Lightningstrike ran to Jade. For the past few days, Jade learned a few herb mixtures, which weirded us all out because it was Rose who learned that stuff for fun. He instructed her to help with the basic wounds. It was hours before Furzestar jumped onto of Tallrock.

"May all cats old enough to…" She stumbled, choking up on sobs, but then gaining her composure. "Run in the moors gather here and hear my words!" She looked around at the sorrowful faces of the cats around her. "The rogues had a force strong enough to destroy our clans. They used the trick Tigerstar used with the dogs. We fought and with Starclan's strength beat the rogues, and the dogs fell into a collapsed tunnel. Whitefeather fought brilliantly, but was killed by…. by Breezepelt! Breezepelt got killed by him, but I give any cat permission to kill him if you meet him in Starclan…" Furzestar's voice faded, but returned stronger. "Whitefeather died an honorable death! He died protecting a comrade in the heat of battle! Let us tell his story! How he killed a cat who had the forces to destroy our home! Breezepelt lead the enemy patrol and his death is the only reason we won! I will say, the cat who claimed to be the second on command told us she would be back to kill us all for killing her mate! Whitefeather's sacrifice will give us strength to prove that she cannot achieve her goal! Let us fight this war in his honor! Let this be known as the War of Whitefeather!"

All cats cheered. I didn't, my father was dead. Gone. Once again he died. Crowfeather came to me despite his injuries.

"Breezekit," Crowfeather started. "Your father died protecting me, I couldn't bring myself to kill Breezepelt… Breezepelt was about to kill me when Whitefeather tackled him. I remember feeling the teeth about to bite open my throat. He died from a scratch Breezepelt gave him, on his stomach. Whitefeather at the last moment jumped forwards, tearing open his, at the time, non-fatal wound. He slit Breeze pelt's throat, Breezepelt died with your father." Crowfeather began sobbing (Yes, this is my fanfic and the cats can cry if I want them to) "I'm so sorry, if I had sat this one out, your father would have survived."

I didn't even bother listening to the rest of his apology before running out of the camp, since he was sobbing, he didn't see me run. Good, because I'm not sure if I could go back….

This is how my new life welcomed me…..

Hey, sorry for the no updates thing. I got really busy really quick... Any way tell me how you feel about this chapter, also tell me about the character death, did I hit you in the feels. I wanted to see if I could for future reference. Anyway we go back to Shadowclan, and this next one will be less depressing, I promise!

Until next time,

Terra Sorcerer