Thank you hollyleaf is cool, you have suggested a lot of cats and I really like Deer, the rogue. This chapter will be mainly about Heatherbreeze, a light brown-ginger she-cat who is the deputy of ShadowClan. ( I know this chapter is a little bit unrelated... ) This chapter will be LONG. If you think this is good, introduce this to your fanfiction friends :) Or just leave a review and a favourite.

Here's the allegiances for ShadowClan :) I will put RiverClan and WindClan members soon.

ShadowClan
Leader- Heatherstar ( Light brown-ginger she-cat )
Deputy- Flamepool ( Hamsome ginger tom ) Apprentice: Ashpaw
Medicine Cat- Brackenheart ( Golden-furred tom ) Apprentice: Spottedpaw ( Spotted she-cat )

Warriors:
- Whiskerbreeze ( Tortoiseshell she-cat )
- Pinefur ( Black-brown tom )
- Flowerpelt ( Mottled grey she-cat ) Apprentice: Nightpaw
- Grayfur ( Gray thick-furred tabby tom )
- Bluebird ( Blue-gray she-cat )
- Morningcloud ( Silver and white she-cat )
- Mouseleaf ( Brown tabby she-cat ) Apprentice: Mistpaw
- Blizzardstorm ( Pure white tom )
- Sandflower ( Sandy coloured she-cat ) Apprentice: Flintpaw
- Stormscar ( Reddish tom with scars all over his body )
- Sunleap ( Golden tom with green eyes )
- Lionfoot ( Mottled grey tom )
- Blacktail ( Yellowish tom with a black tail )
- Seedlight ( Small tiny black she-cat )
- Shadowspots ( Pure white tom with black spots ) Apprentice: Eaglepaw
- Mottledpelt ( Mottled brown she-cat )
- Rowanwhisker ( Spotted she-cat with a brown front paw )

Queens:
- Breezefur ( Dark brown tabby she-cat ) Mate: Grayfur
[ Mother to Darkkit ( Dark brown tom ), Poolkit ( Blue-gray she-cat ) and Stonekit ( Dark gray tabby tom ) ]
- Pebblestream ( Light gray short-furred she-cat ) Mate: Sunleap
[ Mother to Goldenkit ( Golden she-kit ), Cloudkit ( Pure white tom ), Patchkit ( Golden brown tom with gray spots ) ]

Apprentices:
- Ashpaw ( Gray-brown tom with amber eyes )
- Nightpaw ( Black she-cat with a white chest and paws )
- Mistpaw ( Very pale gray she-cat )
- Flintpaw ( Silver and white tom )
- Eaglepaw ( Brown tabby tom with a white chest )
- Spottedpaw ( Spotted she-cat, in training to become a medicine cat )

Elders:
- Lightpool ( Yellowish she-cat )
- Marigoldstep ( Yellowish she-cat )
- Mintblaze ( Mottled brown tom )
- Grasswing ( Mottled gray she-cat )

"Lionstar is dead, and I will take over his position as the leader." Heatherbreeze muttered, eyes full of sorrow and grief for the old leader.

The battle between ShadowClan and RiverClan just finished, and the clearing were full of blood, and Brackenheart, the medicine cat was rushing to aid the injured with his apprentice, Spottedpaw.

Heatherbreeze sighed. The RiverClan leader had taken Lionstar's last life. At the thought of this, Heatherbreeze's eyes filled with hatred. She had just been made a deputy not long ago, after Lightpool, who retired. That stupid leader Rowanstar! Young and rash, who doesn't even follow the warrior code! StarClan wanted us not to kill to win, and how dare Rowanstar take Lionstar's life?

Heatherbreeze buried her nose into Lionstar's golden brown fur. His scent was fresh, but stale, his fur was sleek, but dirtied with blood.

"Lionfoot! Lionfoot!" Grasswing was mourning.

Heatherbreeze shook her head wildly. ShadowClan was breaking apart. They are falling. They were defeated by RiverClan, by those fish-eating fox-heart. Heatherbreeze shut her eyes. Another clanmate gone.

"Spottedpaw! Put these marigold on Blizzardstorm's wounds!" Brackenheart instructed.

Heatherbreeze was lucky that she only suffered a few cuts. The brown-ginger she-cat looked around. ShadowClan used the thistle bushes as one of their defense, now the bushes were trampled by RiverClan cats. Heatherbreeze felt helpless and useless, she had no confidence to lead ShadowClan well.

"Heatherbreeze, may StarClan light Lionstar's path and guide him to a place with no worries. May he enjoy swift hunting in StarClan. Heatherbreeze, stop grieving. Lionstar cannot revive even if sob until you are blind. You should lead ShadowClan as well as you can, and only that, Lionstar can rest in peace." Brackenheart nudged Heatherbreeze.

Heatherbreeze looked up, and saw that it was not far from moonrise.

"Quick! You have to announce the deputy before moonrise!" Brackenheart mewed anxiously.

"I'm coming!" Heatherbreeze spat, annoyed. She was very sensitive to others' comments. Her friend, Morningcloud had told her before.

She remembered that there was once when she failed to catch a mouse nearby, Mouseleaf, Mousepaw then, joked, "That mouse had wings, it just flied away! That's why you can't catch it" Heatherbreeze thought the brown tabby was teasing and jeering at her, and she stomped away angrily, leaving the puzzled Mousepaw all alone under the pine trees.

The clouds were stained red, just like the clearing after the battle. The sun was setting, and it's sun rays dyed the sky red. The pine trees looked as if they are comforting a broken heart. But only time could heal it. The tree leaves swayed along with the breeze, trying to calm Heatherbreeze down. Heatherbreeze padded on the soft green grass, reminiscing the time she was an apprentice, padding to the Pine Ground with Lionstar for battle training.

"Here's the Moonpool. Drink the water and press your nose against the stone beside it." Brackenheart ordered.

Heatherbreeze was staring at the scenery in front of her in awe. She had not been to the Moonpool before, and it was magnificent, as beautiful as StarClan. Just like what Lionstar said before, "The Moonpool is the most special place one can ever go. It feels like your kin, your clan mates who sacrificed to make ShadowClan better, were all around you. You can feel as if they were talking to you, encouraging you. Everything there is as good as it can be, and they are all lively, with lots and lots of energy." What the golden brown tom said was very true.

"Heatherbreeze! Stop dreaming!" Brackenheart mewed irritably.

Heatherbreeze nodded and followed the medicine cat's instruction, though with a face of annoyance.

Soon, darkness enveloped the ginger-brown she-cat, sweeping her into a clan that is full of mystery and prophecies, yet so kind and peaceful.

"Heatherbreeze! Over here!" Heatherbreeze spun around, and came face to face with the silver and white tom, and several other cats.

"Father!" Heatherbreeze's heart leapt in joy.

"Heatherbreeze, my daughter. You have been given the privilege to become a leader, though the task might not be so easily completed. You will have to serve nine times, but the feeling when you see ShadowClan thriving is great. I hope that you leadership path will have the least obstacles. With this life, I give you a wise mind and a clear heart. Use it and judge things not based by its outside, but inside. A clear heart. Keep calm, always, and don't be rash, like Rowanstar. He had made a big mistake, and I hope you will not follow his footsteps." Leafstar mewed with happiness, but at the last part, a flicker of sadness could be seen in his eyes.

Leafstar touched noses with Heatherbreeze, and a new energy seeped into the ginger-brown she-cat.

Heatherbreeze saw herself in front of a group of rogues, the leading tortoiseshell she-cat was snarling. She saw herself keeping calm, and used the battle moves taught to her wisely in the fight that broke out. Heatherbreeze could feel her claws stretching, and her heart hardening for evil cats, but softening for weak ones.

"Heatherbreeze, I am Nettlecloud, the elder who died saving you from a fox." A gray tabby she-cat murmured.

Images of her savior swept through Heatherbreeze's mind, as the frail elder with her ribs showing could clearly be seen. Before her was not the frail elder, but an old cat who had sleek fur, and a strong build. Heatherbreeze's eyes filled with gratitude.

"With this life, I give you protection. Use it to protect every cat, even from other clans. Peace is to be restored, make the right choice. Care for the kits, the queens, the leaders, deputies, warriors, elders, apprentices and even yourself. Don't walk in the wrong path, alongside the wrong cats. That is call love yourself. Love your justice, love your heart." The old cat mewed.

They bumped noses as pain rushed into Heatherbreeze. Heatherbreeze could feel the hurt when she walked a wrong path, made a wrong choice. She could feel the pain, fighting others. She could feel the love when every kit is born and when every warrior is made.

Nettlecloud took a step back, and was replaced by another cat, Thistletail.

"I was killed in the battle recently. I saw you when you were an apprentice, I saw your strength, your wisdom in your young, naive eyes. I knew you will be a good leader. I have tried to stop Rowanstar in having a battle with your clan. I am terribly sorry for your loss. We are friends, aren't we? We first met at the gathering, and you caught my eyes in the group of nosy apprentices. We started talking, and I realised we both think of the same thing - strength and power through proper ways not despicable ones. With this life, I give you justice. I hope you will know what is important, what is not. What is black, what is white. When you should be lenient, when you should not. Always believe in your instincts, as they are always right. Don't let feelings and kinship get in your way of being a good leader." Thistletail dipped his head in regret.

"It is out of your choice. It was Rowanstar who decided this. He had chose the battle, not you." Heatherbreeze mewed solemnly as she touched her noses with her friend.

A range of fire broken out in Heatherbreeze's heart. She could feel how strong vengeance stayed in the accused, how evil ideas lurked in the bad. She realised how important the warrior code and justice was. Without them, the clans will be constantly in battles, and they will perish in the end.

"Endure it," A sweet voice rang in Heatherbreeze's ears and she blinked herself, looking around, only to see a kit on a patch of grass.

"I am Finchkit, a kit who died long long ago, when the clans were made. I died before becoming a apprentice, before receiving a warrior name and serving my clan with pride. I have died for my mother. My parents were arguing about how they should lead the clan. My mother is the clan leader, if you don't know, at that time, there can be two leaders, but no clan had a deputy. And normally, the leaders are always mates. I was terrified and jumped into the lake. I dead drowning. After that, the clan leaders honoured my death by adding a warrior code: There should be only one leader, and a deputy who is second-in-charge, and the leader' word is always the law. With this life, I give you beliefs. Believe in what you believe. Time will test your faith, but never stop believing. I am here to give you a life, because we are related, and I foresee your good leadership qualities which will set ShadowClan on a path of glory."

Heatherbreeze nodded at the kit, and received the life. The she-cat shut her eyes, and in front, she saw how strong was the faith in StarClan, and how the medicine cats gave their all to their ancestors, serving their clans in a gentle way- healing, not fighting.

The fifth cat stepped forward, and was a breath away from the exhausted deputy.

"Do you even remember me? I am Vineheart, the warrior who wanted to seek revenge, on Lionstar. I always thought that you sucked up to him, so that you could be the deputy, but it was wrong. Through the times we fight, regardless alongside in a battle, or against each other, I saw your abilities. I always find an excuse to annoy you, actually, it was not that I disliked you, but I just find our arguing... fun... Your gentleness moved my heart, and melted my evil thoughts. You changed me, but unfortunately, I did not have time to say ' Thank you '. I was caught and became a kittypet, now I walked in a different sky as you now. But remember, I am always there, with your ancestors, although we have changed a way in accompany you. We will be like a flower blossoming in your heart, always a part of you. With this life, I give you love. Love can overcome everything, melt a heart, move a mind. Change a character, make a destiny." The mottled gray she-cat dipped her head in respect.

After receiving another life, the other tom padded forward.

"I am here to give you a life of pride. Take pride in doing your leader's duties. Take pride, even when you are defeated in a battle. Losers are not humiliated, they are given a second chance. Winners are not the best, they strive for it. Remember, take pride in every single thing." Lionfoot mewed.

Heatherbreeze replied, "I will Lionfoot, I will."

Before the golden brown tom walked away, Heatherbreeze shouted, "Rest in peace, my friend!"

Another she-cat came, and rasped, "I am the medicine cat before Brackenheart. I have been there when you were kitted. I have received a prophecy 'A heather which is carried by the breeze will lead the night to the day.' I believe it meant that after you become a leader, ShadowClan will thrive. I hope I will see the prophecy be fulfilled. Heatherbreeze, I give you a life for seeing the spark in every cat's eyes. They are all special, with their strengths, and their weaknesses. The weaknesses make them special, their strengths too. You are one of them, Heatherbreeze, and you are not perfect. No one is perfect. You must thrive to do you best, not try your best."

Heatherbreeze thought about the she-cat's words.

Cinderleap, Heatherbreeze's friend, gave her a life for loyalty, as she believed most that traitors are not allowed, and only obedient warriors can win in a battle.

Next Lionstar came.

Tears welled up in Heatherbreeze's eyes.

"Lionstar," Heatherbreeze called softly.

"Heatherbreeze, I have made a right choice in choosing you as the deputy. I am here to give a life of energy, strength and hope. Use the energy of your nine lives to serve the clan, until you join us, in our ranks of stars. Use my strength, use StarClan's strength. Always believe in hope, for hope is always there, just beside you."

"After receiving your nine lives, your old life is no more, and we hail you by your new name, Heatherstar. Heatherstar, I grant the leadership of ShadowClan to you, and you are now the guardian of it. Heatherstar! Heatherstar! Heatherstar!" The nine cats chanted, as the ginger-brown she-cat purred. She had understood why StarClan deserved the respect. They have always been gracious to the kind, stingy to the bad. Their big hearts does not have any sign of revenge, for they believed they had lived to their fullest potential.

"Heatherstar, it's is time to get back to ShadowClan, and use your nine lives wisely," Heatherstar mumbled to herself, padding to join Brackenheart, before the nine cats with starry pelts disappeared into the mist.