Hawksun9592 - You can make up the kits just give names and if you want the BIO's and I'll randomly choose them!

Starstablegal - Thank you for the OCs! And this story is gonna become darker as I write it, so character's with a dark story are completely welcomed.

October, 2nd, 2020

The den was crowded as she curled up into her nest. Nose buried under her tail, eyes shut closed tightly as she tried to ignore the constant talking amongst the queens.

It was dark, night just settled and the stars shined above. Not like she could see them, the dark den was the only thing she could see. Even the bright full moon couldn't shine through enough to get into the den.

Pollenkit was nestled into her stomach fur. Snoring softly, ears and paws twitching as she dreamt. Smallbee didn't feel tired enough to sleep, but every limb felt numb, and she couldn't find the strength to even move.

Hunger clawed terribly at her belly. And a twisting pain flowed through her head, that thudded and rumbled her small body.

"Have you heard, SaltClan's deputy took over the Clan after Hazelstar died misteriously." Meowed Nightfern. The black she-cat licked a paw before drawing it over an ear.

Perking her ears she blinked open her eyes. With a flick of her tailtip she moved so that she faced the queens. "Hazelstar died?" Smallbee asked.

Heathertuft nodded. "Yeah, now Leafstar and Smokefur lead the Clan."

Licking down a tuft of fur on her chest she nodded. Although she knew her head couldn't take talking, she mumbled softly under her breath. "Did they say anything about a Hornetpaw or Flypaw?"

There was a few silent moments before Fawnpaw nodded. The young apprentice had gone to a few different Gatherings, it was unknown why Crackedstar let her, but she knew a lot about what was going on.

"The two brothers are warriors now, I think their names were Hornetrun and..uhh.. Flytail?" Fawnpaw nodded to herself before repeating the names more confidently.

So they are warriors now. The tabby laid her head onto her paws. Eyes now fluttering as she once again repeated the names in her head. It made her feel a bit better know that her brothers were warriors, hopefully happy in their Clan.

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Staggering out of the den Hornetrun sighed. Fluffing out his coat as he stared out into the camp, patrols leaving as another walked in.

The prey pile wasn't to filled. And instead only a scrawny mouse sat on the barren dirt, looking all but disgusting and not to good to eat. Hornetrun sighed as he glanced around. Picking up his pace to see the deputy, Smokefur.

"Want me to lead out a hunting patrol? The prey-pile could use it," he meowed, dipping his head in respect to the older tom.

Smokefur had been speaking to another warrior. But stopped long enough to give the thought a moment before nodding. "Take two others with you, I'll also have Shortleg lead another patrol."

With a twitch of his ear he nodded. Quickly slipping past the group of senior warriors and to where his friends sat. "Hey, Whitesnarl, Honeyfur, would you mind joining me on a patrol?"

Whitesnarl had been finishing off a sparrow between his paws. The feathers stuck to his maw, and he swipped them off before meowing. "Dawn patrol was a hunting patrol. Can't they just bring stuff back?" He lazily rolled onto his side, tail lashing across the now dying grass.

Pushing down a growl he shook his head. Of course the lazy white tom didn't want to hunt. All he did was sit around and complain, acting like he had any say in every little thing while he did absolutely nothing.

The other golden pelted tom raised to his feet. "I'll come, Wolfstone can join us," he added quickly, gaze already landed into the proud she-cat.

It was no secret the two had it for each other. Although Wolfstone had a crush on the golden tom for a while, Honeyfur had only just started mooning after her. Hornetrun thought they woulf make a good pair, and how much they went hunting together their growing relationship brought SaltClan much needed prey.

Wolfstone stopped to strighened her whiskers. Already having the golden pelted tom meet her, and by the way she glared at him he knew she wasn't happy it was the three of them instead of just them two.

With one last glare towards him, Wolfstone lead the way. He already knew that would happen, the gray she-cat was stubborn and strong-headed, never being someone who was told what to do.

As they walked into the woods he fluffed out his pelt. Why did leaf-fall have to be so cold? It wasn't even a half moon into the new season, and already snow would layer the ground in the mornings. Although it melted before dawn, it was still troubling.

"What does Smokefur even think we'll see out here?" Wolfstone muttered. Eyes narrowed as her ears twitched slowly, straining to hear anything that could be moving in the undergrowth.

Hornetrun sighed inwardly. "Something to eat." He stated plainly, training his hearing to the she-cat. "The prey pile is almost completely gone. And thanks to having some lazily warriors, more food is gone, and the queens and elders aren't even fed yet."

The she-cat snorted. Even she knew who he was speaking about. The famous Whitesnarl, a tough cat to beat in a battle or argument, but someone who did little training, hunting, or patrolling.

After the disappearece of Beepaw the tom just grew lazy. It was like he had somewhat been affected by her presence being suddenly taken away. But yet, even after almost nine entire moons he still was lazy and did barely anything.

Hornetrun thought that the name Whitesnarl would be for someone fierce. Someone who could send terror coursing through their enemies bodies with just one look at the tom. But why should they fear Whitesnarl?

He was a big tom, yes, but only because he ate more then anyone. And he looked more like an overfed kittypet them any type of proud warrior! Hornetrun saw the way that Leafstar and her mate looked at their son, with something close to disbelief and uncomfort.

At least they have Shellwhisper to make then proud. The young medicine cat had earned her new name close to their own. And already she had helped fight off a deadly illness that killed an elder before it was able to spread around camp.

Before he took another step a squirrel raced across their path. It's bushy tail twitched as it looked directly at them, but something was wrong, it's eyes were clouded and it cocked it's head, as if to hear them.

Honeyfur glanced at him in confusion. And both toms glanced to see that Wolfstone had already started to creep forward, stopping whenever the squirrel perked it's ears.

And just like that she leaped. Killing the bushy gray mammal with one swipe to the head. "It was blind you mousebrains," she snapped, dropping the squirrel at her own paws, "learn to use your brains!"

"How were we suppose to know that?" Hornetrun mewed back. Embarrassment flushing his ears red as he dipped down his head, pelt fluffing out.

The she-cat huffed with her eyes rolling. Even she could see his embarrassment, followed by the tom she liked. So instead she buried the squirrel and padded off into the growth.

October, 4th, 2020