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Well, that went a lot better than expected. And, there's nothing to worry about. Only one more cat will leave to join the stars. Though who I am not telling.

Redclaw looked toward the sun, it was starting to rise over the horizon, saying that a new day was beginning. But he still couldn't believe it. He looked to his side, looking at the gray flecked fur of his brother's. The other cats who had sat vigil for the lost warrior were Cloudtail, his mentor, Squirrelflight, and Ashstar. He knew that Blossomfur wanted to do the same, but when she asked if there was anyway she could, Leafpool had denied it. She had told the young tortoiseshell that it would be a little dangerous doing so with small kits.

Ashstar shifted and stood, moving away his stiffness. Squirrelflight followed, and leaned into his fur. She had grief swirling madly within her eyes. Redclaw looked at his mother, not knowing what to say. But he didn't have to, knowing that the way she felt, was more than he could ever. Cloudtail was the last of the cats to stand, looking tired and upset. "Alright, the vigil is over. The elders will take him soon." Ashstar murmured quietly. The pain in Squirrelflight's eyes only intensified at this. She walked over to her only kit left in ThunderClan.

She put her muzzle to his ear, and whispered so softly he almost couldn't hear it, "Promise me you won't leave me too." Redclaw gaved a pained smile, looking at his mother with soft eyes.

"I promise, I wouldn't dream of it." Squirrelflight smiled, but it was distorted with unimaginable pain and sorrow. Redclaw waited until she had walked away before he did himself to join the warriors den and sleep. As he got in his nest, he gave a soft sigh. He couldn't believe that he was the only kit of his parents to be left in ThunderClan. He looked over the warriors, some were drowsily starting to awaken, others were still softly sleeping.

He put himself in a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

Redclaw walked into the clearing, frowning at the moonlight that shone down in front of him. WindClan and RiverClan had already arrived. The ginger warrior walked into the middle, where the warriors were speaking. He looked around, he a few warriors he had talked to as apprentices, some he had competed against in friendly games. Then the scent of ShadowClan filled the air. He looked toward the entrance, and saw the group of cats coming in.

He sat down, watching them carefully. Maybe for once, for the first time in seasons, he would see his sister. He doubted it, but it was possible. His eyes scanned them, starring, but once the entire group had cleared, his sister hadn't appeared once again. He sighed, he wanted to be the one to tell her that their brother was dead. He wanted to see her once, just to notice her. But that wasn't happening.

But he did notice the pretty cream-colored she-cat, Dawnfoot. He walked over to her, "Hey, Dawnfoot!" he meowed once he was close enough.

"Redclaw, right?" she mewed. "Nice to see you? How's your Clan been?"

"You'll find out when Ashstar speaks." Redclaw sighed.

"What happened?"

"It was nothing. Just an incident. But there are some more kits in the Clan."

"Well that's nice to hear. I'll speak to you later, alright?" she meowed, walked away toward a group of WindClan warriors. Redclaw nodded, and then went his own way, but before he could speak to anyone, he heard the older WindClan leader, Onestar, speak. The tom stood high, and began to speak.

"Prey runs well like always in Newleaf, and since we are moving into Greenleaf, the rabbits have been exceptionally great. Two kits have been born into WindClan, their names are Longkit and Wildkit. That's all that has happened.

Before any of the other leaders got a chance to say anything, Russetstar pushed her way forward, staring intently on the other leaders.

"All is well in ShadowClan," Russetstar's harsh mew sliced through the warm night's air. "Prey is running well and our warriors and apprentices are growing strong." Redclaw stared at the russet furred she-cat, he knew, all of the cats knew, that she was already to fight.

Ashstar stepped forward, Redclaw stared at his father, and braced himself for the oncoming news of his brother's death once again. "ThunderClan is doing alright. Last night one of our warriors, Pinenose, died saving an apprentice during the storm." Redclaw felt himself flinch unwillingly at the sound of his brother's name. But his father didn't stop there, he continued, "But with bad news, good can follow. Pinenose's mate, Blossomfur, had four kits. Their names are Speckledkit, Soaringkit, Swirlkit, and Pinekit."

Gasps filtered the crowd, a few cries of sad congratulations, and murmurs of grief. Redclaw looked around, looking at the ShadowClan cat's. He found the pretty cream colored she-cat he had met only a while ago. Her beautiful fur was glistening under the strong moonlight. Next to her, a tabby - who reminded him of Brambleclaw - had grief in his eyes. He looked disturbed in his mind. He could hear Leopardstar, the aged RiverClan leader, speaking. Her voice croaking with her age, but he wasn't listening. He was only lost in his gaze.

Then the gathering started to dissappear. He started walking out, when somebody spoke to him. "You're Redclaw, right?" The ginger tom looked over, the brown tabby was standing next to him. "I'm Tigerstripe, I'm a friend of your sister's. I'm sorry about your brother."

"It's alright, how's Shatteredsoul doing anyways?"

"I can't believe you use that name for her. Her name is Wingpaw, whatever Russetstar thinks. We may get in trouble for saying it, but she doesn't deserve an awful name like that."

"You're just like Cloudtail in the stories we hear. About when Brightheart was attacked by the dogs, he wouldn't use the name Bluestar gave her, Lostface, and he didn't care. He never called her it."

Tigerstripe gave a chuckle. "So, how is my sister doing anyways?" Redclaw asked.

"Well, she was confined to her den, but Russetstar had a change of heart, strangely, and started saying she may come out from time to time. But not very often. I just hope that things are going to get better for her."

"Tigerstripe! Hurry up!" The two toms had passed the tree-bridge, and were just standing a few fox-lengths from the exit. Tigerstripe sighed.

"Well, I better be going. I'll tell your sister you said hi." he sighed, and walked away.

"Thanks!" he yowled, and then rushed toward his own Clan.