Hello! So, I've been keep a track of family bloodlines in this book on an app, and wow already its getting complicated.

I've placed down Beepath, her parents and siblings, then Icaruswind - the two of their litter of kits - his parents and siblings. Then Ashtooth's family line (since he is the father of Leapingkit and somewhat of Weatherkit), then Hornetrun and his mate and litter of kits.

Also, yes Crystaljaw is lesbian cat! I've always wanted that to be a big thing in the story, definitely since how FlameClan is ran, that would cause a problem for Crackedstar and his horrible rules. So that will be explored more.

December 5th, 2020.

The wind began to grow angry as the Clan stirred. Beepath found herself at the entrance of the nursery, unable to leave as she kept her ears angled backwards to hear her kits playing.

A few days had passed since she found out about them opening their eyes. It still stung. How could she had missed them opening their eyes for the first time? But as the others said, it wasn't to big, as long as she didn't miss bigger things, like them eating their first prey, or becoming apprentices.

"You should get inside, what will happen if you catch a cold?" A cold nose touch her cheek and she squeaked before her ears turned red.

Fur fluffing out before she forced it flat, giving a small chuckle. "Right.." Sighing she kneaded the ground.

Dirtclaw sighed before he padded and sat beside her. Tail curling around Beepath's hunches as he leaned closer to her. "Whats on your mind, beehive?" He asked softly.

The she-cat frowned as she tapped her tail. So much was on her mind and she couldn't think straight. "Mainly Pollenkit, what will happen when she becomes an apprentice?"

Blinking the tom gave a small smile. "Well, she'll go off to learn how to fight and hunt for her Clanmates. Didn't you say that you wanted her to be a warrior, not a queen?"

"W-well yes, but that was before we moved here! And that time passed so quickly.." Unsheathing her claws she watched them flex into the dirt.

Why did Pollenkit have to grow up? What will happen if she gets a rude mentor, like Lizardfang? The tom was a good warrior - but he had a mouth on him. Or someone like Coldbreeze, Saltwind, even Mistyclaw?

The tom started to give her shoulder a few licks. Now there was worry in his eyes as he started to mumble things under his breath. "Look, Pollenkit is smart, even though she doesn't talk, she has brains. And can handle any mentor given to her."

"Right," she paused, eyes now narrowed as she started to snarl. "And if anyone tries to hurt Pollenkit, they'll get what's coming to them."

Dirtclaw nodded as his own joyful glint turned hard and cold. For once the tom looked frightening, and she could almost laugh if she wasn't still nervous.

*

The sky roared and crackled with lightening as Crystaljaw padded back into camp. She glanced around, jaws filled with prey as she pushed past a group of toms.

Since Icaruswind, Dirtclaw, Smallbee, and Pollenkit left, the entire Clan has been on lockdown. Each cat was being watched by another. And anyone who was suspected to be leaving is punished.

Crystaljaw bore her own wounds from this suspicion. And now she walked with a small limp, scars littering her pelt as though she's been through entire wars.

Although she never minded keeping her pelt nice and pretty, having this much scars from one thing sucked. Tail lashing she flicked an ear, dropping off prey before snatching a sparrow and paddling into the nursery.

Inside she forced herself not to gag. The sour scent of their leader, Crackedstar, hung in the air. Worry prickled her pelt as she moved past Foxlight, the she-cat was huddled close to the large russet tom.

Disgusting. Crystaljaw had to deal with the horrid tom when she was an apprentice. Told about how her attitude was a problem, and she needed to be put into her place. That had been one of the worst moons of her life.

Ears flat she stopped to look at the tom. His pelt was burnt in a few places, and he held his high head, single eye narrowed forward onto..Stormkit. Vomit raised up her throat and she watched shakily in the corner.

How could their Clanmates deal with a leader like him? And how many she-cats had to deal with what she went through, was it any molly that became a warrior? Crystaljaw took a deep breath as she pushed back the bile in her throat.

Pollenpaw. That name burned in her head as she walked. Images of the poor little russet-golden she-cat flickered in her mind. Pollenpaw never had the love of a mother, and instead was raised by the queens in the nursery.

I couldn't do it! Crystaljaw felt the heavy weight of guilt burn in her stomach. The young she-cat was the product of something disgusting, a thing that had happened that she tried to forget for moons on end.

And now Pollenpaw had went through pregnancy on her own. Forgotten in the back of the nursery before some tom found her, and then..she died. Dead. Gone, I never even got to say goodbye!

Stopping before a nest she felt the warm tears threaten to spill. Tail-tip flicking as she narrowed her shoulders, teeth grinding together. At least Pollenkit will be raised by Icaruswind and that little she-cat of his. I know my grandkit is safe.

"Hey, sweetheart... why are you crying?" A soft voice broke through her thoughts. And she blinked, purring as she spotted the brown she-cat.

Crystaljaw dropped the sparrow as she trotted to the smaller she-cats side. Nose nuzzling into her thick pelt as she wrapped herself around the white-spotted cat. "It's nothing, Timidpaw." She breathed.

Timidpaw purred, headbutting the warrior's shoulder as she gave her nose a gentle lick. "Want to share?" She flicked her tail at the sparrow that laid cold on the moss covered ground.

The white warrior purred. "Of course." She let the short she-cat pick a spot. Placing the bird between her paws as Crystaljaw curled around her, head resting against the she-cats cheek.

December 5th 2020