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Okay, this is the longest chapter I've ever written xD

I just was too lazy to add another :P

Here is chappie 11, R&R!

It had been a few moons after Nightstar told her about having only one life left. It was Newleaf. Poppykit had gotten greencough, and died through the night. The clan grieved deeply. Embersplash, an elder, had been sick also, but he survived. A few others only had mild or major accounts of whitecoughs, they had all survived. Soon enough, but unfortunately, Nightstar died in an accident on the Thunderpath while chasing ShadowClan off the territory. Moonstar was the leader, an had of course been treating the clan like dogs. But, he had been scared about something...

Scarstorm tensed and bounded to the fresh-kill pile, hoping the monster, Moonstar, wasn't there.

"Stealing my prey, are we?"

She spun around, hissing at her leader. "Get away from me, you mangy mongrel!"

He looked amused at her, but fear was clouding his eyes.

No! Moonstar thought. If one stands up, then the rest will...

"You dare stand up your leader?" He hissed shakily.

"Yes, I dare!"

Heatherpaw, now an apprentice, slunk out of her den and snarled at her leader.

His thoughts were interupted by dozens of his scrawny, underfed clan hissing and snarling in his face. ''Traitor!'' Scarstorm yowled, raking her claws down his back. The cats dove, and Moonstar was greatly outnumbered.

Too bad he didn't think to appoint a deputy, Scarstorm thought.

As Moonstar took his last breath, Scarstorm prepared. She would be ready to fight him eight more times if she had to!

The clan waited for him to wake, but he never did. Some cats gasped as the clan seemed to realized he wasn't going to wake up. That meant either he'd died eight times already, or... no! He'd never been granted nine lives from StarClan! She always knew something was troubling him...

The clan had the sense to bury him, but nobody did the right ceremony. It was more so the fact that they didn't want a corpse stinking the territory.

''So what will we do now? He never appointed a deputy...'' meowed Sparktail.

''I'll figure something out,'' replied Scarstorm.

Leaping onto the highrock, her fat belly sliding underneath her, she yowled the familiar summons for the clan to gather.

"What happened to ThunderClan is terrible... but we must stay strong. I will wait for a sign from StarClan, and when it comes, we will have a new leader." She meowed.

The cats cheered in agreement, and Scarstorm leapt down to watch the cats get back to what they were doing. She'd sent out a hunting patrol to gether more fresh-kill, and they would be back soon. She gazed at the cats.

There was Sparktail, a she-cat with a yellow pelt and small specks of orange dappling it. She had a short temper. Or Waterfang, a tom with a grey and black pelt. He was nice, but she felt he would be too soft on everyone. And maybe Stormclaw, a grey tom with white and black swirls. He seemed edgy, like something was bothering him at all times.

Sighing, she took a walk outside the camp. Looking up at the warm sun, she decided to go to Sunningrocks.

When she got there, she sprang onto the warm rock, but stared at the object growing in a crack on the rock. It was a beautiful red rose, dappled with mud. Almost leaping out of her fur, she ran back to camp as fast as she could.

"Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beaneath the highrock for a clan meeting!"

The cats spilled into the sandy clearing, confused about what was going on.

"I've had a sign from StarClan!" she yowled happily, and immediately the cats' excited scent swarmed into the air.

"The new leader of ThunderClan will be..."

The cats looked anxiously up at their medicine cat.

"Mudrose!"

The sleek, grey tabby she-cat stepped out and leaped onto the highrock nervously as the clan cheered.

"I promise to lead this clan well," she started, softly. "I-I will travel to the Moonstone tonight to recieve my nine lives and name."

More cheered erupted from the clearing.

Waiting for a few moments, the moon lit up the rock like the sun, and it sparkled brightly.

Scarstorm nudged Mudrose forward. "You can do it," she whispered.

Sighing, Mudrose stepped delicately forward and touched the Moonstone with her nose. Immediately, she went into sleep, occasionally twitching her tail or mewing under her breath.

It seemed like more than a lifetime! The cold, stone floor was unbearable, and Scarstorm almost fell asleep herself. Mudrose lifted her head. "Wow..." she muttered under her breath. "I am Mudstar, leader of ThunderClan..."

Scarstorm could tell she was baffled. But this cat was intelligent, courageous, and brave. She would be a good leader.

As they neared the RiverClan border, Scarstorm mewed, "I'll meet you at camp. I need to.. gather more herbs."

Mudstar just nodded, continuing on. Scarstorm sighed. She had hoped Mudstar would have been more suspicious. Oh well, she thought. When the leader was safely out of sight and hearing range, Scarstorm bounded towards the river. "OWLFEATHER!" She called. Unfortunately, she was inturrupted by a fiersome pain twisting in her belly.

The kits!

"OWLFEATHER!" she called again, louder and more urgent than before.

Soon enough, he was swimming furiously through the water. Shaking off his pelt, he bounded toward his mate. "What's wrong?" He mewed quietly, obviously afraid of the answer. His beatiful mate was lying on the ground, panting, sweat coming off her in streams.

"The.. The kits- They.. Are... Coming..."

Owlfeather gasped as he mewed, "What- what do I do!"

Scarstorm replied shakily, "The best thing... right.. now, get me.. a stick...!" Her sentence broke off painfully as her body shook with a spasm. She yowled, but caught herself. No other cat needed to know about this.

Owlfeather bounded off, to come running back with her requirement.

Her body shook again, and it felt like her entire belly had flipped over inside of her. She squirmed and wrathed, her grunts muffled by the stick in her jaw.

She bit down as hard as she could on the stick as her body shook fiercely, and she pushed as hard as she could."

"How beautiful..." Owlfeather murmured when Scarstorm woke up from her well-deserved snooze.

She peered down to see three kits, two she-cats and a tom, suckling close to her belly.

The first she-cat looked exactly like her sister, all white with black paws, a black belly, and a black tip of her tail. She had a single white spot on her chest, like a the sun rising into the sky at dawn... "Dawnkit." she whispered quietly, licking the kit.

The second she-cat was a light orange tabby with darker orange stripes and a white underbelly and white muzzle, like the pretty, dappled orange and red leaves that rained down in leaf-fall. "Autumnkit." she declared a bit louder.

The tom was almost a clone of Owlfeather, having his sleek, brown, tabby pelt with darker brown stripes, white paws, a white belly, and a white tip of his tail.

As Scarstorm stood staring at her newborn kits, she wondered what adventures these kits would have, what trouble they would run into. She smiled, and drifted to sleep. If only they knew... she thought about everything that had ever happened to her in this life. The cruel twists, the battles, the scars, the love, the cats, the clans. Ignorance is bliss...

End of the story! Was it good? R&R, and I'm making a sequel abut the two kits! First chappie of it is already out, check it out! It's called "The Uprising".