Well..

that April Fools chapter, though..

take a 2k long chapter. Not as long as chapter 12, but around 1k under.

RandomWarriorThatLikesStuff: It's sleep-drunk me's version of an April Fools joke

SylviaHunterOfArtemis: It's an April Fool's joke ;) but a day early for some, since I'm Australian.

Flame: I'm perfectly fine! I've finally gotten my school break, and I can confirm I am indeed sane, though maybe a bit lazier. I'm working hard to get all 3 of my stories' chapters out before the end of the week, In Unity chapter 4 being my next goal. I understand, since some people don't have a sense of humour as strong as mine or some other's. Thank you for your concern, Flame :)

PurplePanda1005: It comes easy when you've made practically millions of oc's and had to narrow them down to just a few.. ;)

DarkPitchBlack: Sleep-drunk me happened

iDragonSpyro: I convinced them all to take drugs I'm sorry

SpiritedSilver: It is never a dream.. for it had lots of sleep-drunk writing involved.

Chapter 19

Riversong stiffened. Aspenfeather was Ebonyshade's sister; one of the only cats her father had truly bonded with over the moons. The silver speckled she-cat barely ever came into camp, and many of the Clan whispered rumours about Aspenfeather's loner-like personality, thinking she would one day never come back to serve her warriors duties like she'd promised to when she got her warrior name.

Though Riversong didn't really talk to the secretive she-cat, she had really enjoyed the subtle chats she had with the delicate silver she-cat as an apprentice. A pang in her heart reminded her of that.

Willowflight didn't look too sorrowful, much to Riversong's surprise. Newtheart looked saddened; but again, not many cats had actually developed a friendship with Aspenfeather to really feel too much feeling about her sudden death.

"Murdered?" Silverwater echoed, her ears flattened and silver tabby tail twitching. "What, how?"

"We found her body after catching her scent on the BreezeClan border, and her throat was slashed." Bouncefire mewed, staring at her mate, Honeyfang, desperately. "She was already dead, but her fur was still warm."

Shimmertail sighed. "There were some CascadeClan scent around her body. Like Turtlepelt's, Willowflight's, Riversong's, Maplefoot's,"

Riversong stiffened at the mention of her name.

"But BreezeClan scent seemed to overpower most of it."

BreezeClan?

Maplefoot bristled, her amber eyes bearing a strange look of anger, as if her expressions were fake. "BreezeClan warriors killed her!"

Distressed murmurs rippled though the Clan, and they stared at the young warrior with horrified eyes.

"They were upset we wouldn't let their two apprentices steal more of our prey." Maplefoot whispered angrily, scraping at the ground below her paws. "So they killed one of our warriors."

Maplefoot flicked her ears when she caught Riversong's eyes, and while Riversong looked at her blankly, Maplefoot's amber eyes gleamed.

"Hey," Maplefoot said. "Weren't you talking to that BreezeClan patrol earlier?"

Riversong narrowed her eyes. "I came up to the border, and the patrol did, too. It was that stupid apprentice that had come to speak to me."

Snowbranch's eyebrow lifted. "Which apprentice?"

"That grey one with the white paws."

Riversong's old mentor smiled slightly. "Ah," She said. "Windpaw."

Nodding hastily and looking back at Maplefoot, she found the pale red she-cat talking to the Clan about what they could have possibly done to make BreezeClan murder one of our warriors. Slowly, the Clan started to chant 'Revenge!' with Maplefoot following along, making Riversong snort. We don't have any proof of BreezeClan murdering Aspenfeather.

"That's enough!" Silverwater boomed, silencing the cats below her. "We have no proof whatsoever of who killed Aspenfeather."

Thank you! Riversong breathed out a sigh.

"And Maplefoot," Silverwater growled, sending a cool look in Maplefoot's direction. "I'd like you to talk to us in the warriors' den soon, please."

Willowflight's expression changed immediately. It was a look of horror, so intense that Riversong barely recognized her sister while she held that worried look. But why? What's so wrong when even Willowflight can't conceal her emotions?

"But now, we have to get something done that was quite a bit overdue." Silverwater gazed at the three loners who sat in the corner of the camp, watching the Clan with mesmerised eyes, as if they didn't expect to see a Clan who chanted about blood and revenge after discovering a Clanmate was murdered.

"Feather, Smoke, and Fang." Silverwater mewed, making the three stand up. "Is it your will to follow the warrior code, and defend the Clan with your life as a full warrior?"

"It is." Fang rumbled, nodding at the silver tabby and looking at Feather softly.

Smoke shifted his amber gaze to Mothshine, who sat outside the elders' den. "It is."

"It is." Feather echoed, standing squarely in her place and looking at Silverwater determinedly.

"Then, by the powers of StarClan," Silverwater mewed, nodding to the three cats. "Feather, you will now be known as Featherfrost. Though you are inexperienced in the way of the Clans, you have potential to be an excellent warrior."

Featherfrost smiled widely and stared at Riversong, who blinked back slowly. Is she trying to impress me?

"Fang," Silverwater said. "You will now be known as Whitefang. We hope to see you aid us in many battles and we welcome you as a warrior."

Silverwater smiled. "Smoke. You will now be known as Silversmoke. I hope to see your skills shine through now you are a warrior."

"Featherfrost! Whitefang! Silversmoke!"

Riversong joined in after a moment of hesitation, now smiling back at Featherfrost and chanting at the sky, which was getting darker and stared to get speckled with the warriors of StarClan.

"Tonight," Silverwater mewed. "You three will have a silent vigil, where there will be no talking until dawn."

"Thank you." The trio said in unison as cats started to swarm around them.

Riversong's heart skipped a beat. I'm meeting Windpaw tonight. To stop him from becoming what the prophecy said he would become.

But a thought made her stiffen. What if he is going to kill me in secret? If Windpaw's Clan really didn't mind that he hunted in another Clan's territory, and really did want revenge?

"What happens during the silent vigil?"

Riversong turned her head to see Featherfrost, her sleek silver fur rippling with white markings and set with pretty icy-blue eyes.

"You sit at the camp entrance during the night," Riversong explained. "And you're not allowed to talk. You can't walk around, either. You have to stay awake until dawn."

"That sounds horrible." Featherfrost narrowed her eyes. "Did every other warrior have to do that, too?"

"Yes." Riversong replied. "Every warrior, even Silverwater and Mothshine sat their silent vigils throughout one night."

"Hmm." Featherfrost emitted a humming sound. "Thank you."

A gasping sound comes from one side of the camp, and the Clan cats hanging around that area part away from the cat making the sound. Ivyheart, a senior warrior and queen, is hunched down, moaning. "The kits." She croaked, receiving a gasp from Maplefoot and Ivyheart's mate, Smokewind.

Blackice and Emberwhisper dashed past Riversong, exchanging some words and picking Ivyheart by the scruff and bringing her into the nursery, shooing Heatherbloom, a new queen who joined the nursery recently, out.

The Clan murmured urgently, and Riversong shared their worries. Will this go bad like Silverwater's? Will she or her kits die?

Screwing up her muzzle, Riversong looked for the entrance and slowly slunk out, hiding behind the dens until she managed to get out into the territory, alone and finally peaceful.

Windpaw. She told herself.

Riversong sighed quietly as she stared at the deep blue sky. Dark clouds dotted the night, but the half-moon shone brightly through a patch of sky that was never touched by the clouds. Is StarClan allowing me to do this? Would Ebonyshade allow this, because I'm doing it for a reason?

Riversong shook off the heart-wrenching feeling and she breathed in the cool, crisp mountain air. Tonight has got to be the night she would meet up with Windpaw. I don't like him the way he likes me, though.

The young tabby warrior got up from her secret ledge and slowly padded past quiet bubbling creeks. She could scent willow leaves from the forest now.

Stopping by a clear pond, Riversong put one paw after the other into the cold water, sliding into the thick pool. Relishing the fresh feeling and her sore paws from today's events cooling and numbing, she trotted out and shook her fur out.

Sighing again, Riversong headed towards the Gathering's clearing. Climbing a tree and leaping from willow to willow, she enjoyed feeling air rushing around her and she kept going until the trees started to space out, being replaced by open moorland. Soon, she made it to the Gathering clearing, the large branch that settled there gleaming dimly.

Sitting near the honeysuckle bush, she waited for Windpaw. She had no choice in the matter - how else could she stop the darkness?

Riversong's plumy tail twitched impatiently as the moon started to rise higher, and she yawned.

"I can see you got tired of waiting." A voice whispered in her ear. She lashed out instinctively, and she hit a furry grey face.

"Oh. It's you." Riversong breathed. Windpaw narrowed his amber eyes and smirked. "Who else would it be?" Riversong blinked and shook her head. "Nobody. Sorry for hitting you."

Windpaw shrugged. "It's fine."

She stared at Windpaw, wondering how this cat could ever become evil, until breaking her gaze. Awkwardness spread through the she-cat and Riversong stared at the ground, flushed. "Sorry."

Windpaw shook his head. "It's fine, Riversong."

He then pressed against her and gazed into Riversong's bright blue eyes. She stiffened at the gesture, but regretfully calmed as Windpaw started to lick her ear. "What do you want to do?"

"I can teach you how to swim." Riversong purred harshly, making Windpaw rear back.

"No way!"

"Come on." Riversong rolled her eyes and stood up. "This way. Then, maybe you can reach me how to hunt rabbits, or something."

"That's a silly idea. That would be stealing." Windpaw said, wrinkling his nose. His smoky grey fur gleamed in the moonlight.

"Isn't that what you did a few moons ago?"

"I did it for a reason!" He burst out, receiving a silencing glare from Riversong.

"And what would that be?"

"I..I wasn't allowed to leave camp already. I had accidentally hurt one of the kits. My younger sister, Mosskit."

"You have a younger sister?"

Windpaw nodded. "I.. I pulled a prank with Foxbelly. And it went wrong, and-"

"Foxbelly?" Riversong stifled a laugh. That arrogant red tom got Foxbelly as a warrior name? At least Foxpelt or Foxtail would be a better name.

"He doesn't really like it, but it's a warrior name." Windpaw growled, uncharacteristically grumpy.

"You might as well get Windmouse, with the way your leader gives your cats warrior names."

"Hawkstar is not stupid!" Windpaw hissed, amber eyes flashing. "He'd give me Windflight or Windclaw. They're good names."

"An apprentice in my Clan wanted Alderblaze." Riversong rolled her eyes. "As if he'd get that."

"Alderpaw? I haven't met him."

"You probably don't even know Aspenfeather." Riversong growled suddenly. "That's because she was murdered." There was a pang in her chest, and she attempted to shove it away. She didn't even get to see the body to try and find out the murderer.

Windpaw's clear amber eyes widened. "Someone killed a cat from your Clan?"

"Maplefoot says it was BreezeClan."

"What?" Windpaw roared suddenly, lashing his tail. "BreezeClan would never do that!"

"Yet you invaded my territory and stole around five squirrels." Riversong growled, arching her back and narrowing her bright blue eyes.

"Alright." Windpaw whispered. "You got me. But we wouldn't kill your warrior for no reason." He stared at the ground. "When Hawkstar found that we hurt Mosskit for no reason, he confined us to camp. That's when we snuck out and hunted in your territory, since we wanted to help our Clan but didn't want to be found-"

"That's a terrible excuse." Riversong growled.

"Please. Let's stop fighting." Windpaw said earnestly, staring into Riversong's eyes, making her stiffen and feel flustered. "I just wanted to say sorry."

Though Riversong wanted to claw Windpaw's ears off at his excuses for his behaviour, she softened. "It's fine." She said, flicking his ear. "Do you want to do anything, now?"

Windpaw shook his head. "Whatever you want to do, Riversong."

...

"See you later." Riversong said, groggily getting up from her makeshift nest and waving her plumy tail at Windpaw. She had slept for a while, tired from the events that had happened yesterday.

"Bye!" Windpaw called, grinning. "Remember! In a few nights, meet me here again!"

Sighing and slinking away from the clearing, Riversong could admit one thing: though she could say she started to get feelings for Windpaw, she only felt the feelings she would have when hanging out with a good friend.

"Hello?"

Riversong stiffened and whipped her head around, her blue eyes flashing. Something bright ginger caught her eye.

Stepping out of a nearby clump of moorland grass, a handsome young ginger tom with black paws, tail-tip, muzzle, and one black ear dipped his head, blue eyes bright. He appeared to be around Pinepaw and Windpaw's age.

"My name's Flame." He mewed, looking Riversong up and down. "Do you come from the Clans?"

Hesitantly, Riversong nodded.

"That's great." Flame smiled. "Are you accepting cats?" He flicked his tail.

Riversong stifled a groan. How many loners are we getting this moon? Including Darkpaw? "I'll see." She mewed lightly, thinking about Silverwater's reaction to another loner joining the Clan. "I'm from CascadeClan. Do you like swimming much?"

"I do enjoy it as long as it isn't too cold. Uh, do you?" Flame replied.

"Sorta." Riversong stifled a purr. "Come on," She said, making her way back to camp. "Follow me, and let's see if you can become an apprentice of CascadeClan."

There ya go, Flame! Hopefully I portrayed Flame/bolt correctly. Otherwise I'll change it for you.

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