Loyalty is fading from each Clan... One by one, more half-clanned kits are born. With a beckon of her tail, Birchpaw met Oakpaw and Pinepaw in the open fields. They watched as the calm, cool breezes pushed the leaf-green blades of grass to one direction.
"Do you think we are gonna get caught?" Pinepaw asked. "In your dreams!" Birchpaw joked, bouncing away. Pinepaw followed.
Oakpaw stayed under the trees, eyes jerking around, wide with fear. Within the meadow, Birchpaw turned around, padding to Oakpaw. "I know your scared, no owls are here." She assured. "You didn't save me..." Oakpaw hissed lowly. "W-what? We were kits! You know it!" Birchpaw growled, lashing her tail. "I was dying!" Oakpaw launched himself on his sister, biting her scruff and making er whimper. "Whine in pain like I did! You'll undertstand!" He retorted. "This is painful! Stop! Please! Oakpaw, I'm so sorry! Forgive me!" Birchpaw burst. A sudden gasp and push came from behind him. It was his mentor, Mosspelt.
"What in StarClan are you doing?" Mosspelt hissed. "She hates me! She didn't save me when-" He got cut off. "I understand, Oakpaw, but you need to control your emotions."
Mosspelt explained calmly. "Dewstar made me your mentor because I got captured by ThornClan once. They thought I was Thornstar's kit. I wasn't. I am Lightshine's lovely kit, Mosspelt." She added. "My capturing was different," Oakpaw protested, "I was being captured by a owl and Pinepaw and Birchpaw didn't save me! I could've died!" "I know how you feel, anger is swirling inside you blood. Fury in your veins." Mosspelt said, licking his forehead. Oakpaw backed away, stress manger to seep into the crams in his heart and take over. The cracks have sealed and now he hated his kin. His eyes narrowed into slits as Mosspelt came closer. He growled and bolted off, Birchpaw and Pinepaw staring.
Flames twirled around the camp, Oakpaw guided Pinepaw out of the smoke and ash but Birchpaw still lay in the fire. Suddenly water came crashing in, red, orange and yellow dying and blue coming in. It sweeped up Birchpaw and carried her away but suddenly, she appeared still trapped in camp. Badgers, Foxes, and dogs came bursting in. Moss and brambles fell from the sky, covering all of camp. The clouds darkened and the sun vanished. Lightning raged, thunder roared, rain poured. It turned night. Birchpaw disappeared. The moon shown. The stars twinkled. Everything was quiet. The sky was dark.
Suddenly a nudge came from behind him. "Wake up! Wake up!" A voice called. It sounded like Pinepaw. He jolted up. "W-what?" He pestered. "Birchpaw, me and you are going on a patrol together! Mosspelt and our mentors are coming too!" She squealed. "Great." Oakpaw lied sharply. "What's not good 'bout a patrol?" His kin squeaked. "Being with you two." He whispered coldly and stomped to Mosspelt.
She gave him a short cold gaze but padded out of the bramble tunnel. Oakpaw followed. The ground dipped under his paws when he entered the tunnel but when he exited, the ground was flat like a lake of ice. Speaking of ice, the creek was ice and tomorrow would be the start of leaf-bare. Kit-litters will be smaller and more will die. Greencough would attack. Oakpaw shivered. The crunching sound of the brown, red, yellow or ginger leaves made him perk his ears. "Alright. Mosspelt, keep Oakpaw under control. I think you should check the left side of the border." Shadowfang, Pinepaw's mentor meowed. Mosspelt nodded. She and Oakpaw padded to the left side of the border. In the distance, he heard Shadowfang tell Beetail to take his apprentice, Birchpaw to the right side of the border while Shadowfang and Pinepaw hunted.
Oakpaw looked up, squinting at the sun hitting his eyes, at least the leaves covered most of it. The dawn breezes washed over him. The other day was when he launched himself onto Birchpaw. He would do the same with Pinepaw sometime but not now. They met a ThornClan patrol. "Oh. We are sorry to bother you." A white tom said. "It's fine, your doing you job." Mosspelt replied. "Now," a black-and-white tom said. "Who's this little one?" He asked. "My apprentice, Oakpaw." She mewed. "Very nice." A ginger tom said. He had grey flecks. "You must be Mosspelt, correct?" He asked. "Yes." His mentor said. Suddenly Oakpaw saw Waterdrop race over and pounce the ginger tom.
"Take your pity kits, you made me have them, now you will pay!"
Mosspelt and Oakpaw gasped. "Loyalty lies in the true hearts of warriors and your not loyal to your Clan, Redflame, thinking you could go out and make kits with me, I'm Waterdrop, a loyal warrior of OwlClan! ThornClan is dying out anyways." She hissed. Redflame growled. When Waterdrop got off of him, the toms helped him up. "Waterdrop, wait!" Mosspelt called and rushed after her. Oakpaw did the same thing his mentor did.