I figured it out!! I was winging this fic the entire time but a plot had finally revealed itself to me!!! I know now what I plan to do with this fic and where it is heading!!! Yeah me!!!

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"ShadowClan is attacking the camp!"

Morningpaw's fur stood on ends at the desperation that laced her injured past life-best friends voice.

Graypaw was in a terrible state as he tripped and tumbled down the slope. His Clanmates came to meet him halfway at the bottom and began worriedly swarming around him.

Morningpaw couldn't get close to him but she could still hear him over the shocked silence that had befallen the entire hollow. "ShadowClan ambushed the camp not long after the patrol left. They blocked the gorse tunnel and wouldn't let anyone escape or get help. I managed to get out through a hole in the back of the nursery bu-bu-but--" Graypaw was too exhausted to say anymore. But what he had told the gathered ThunderClan warriors were enough to get them moving and depart quickly, probably racing back towards their camp to protect their Clan and Clanmates. Graypaw was picked up by his scruff by Whitestorm and carried off after them.

Morningpaw yearned to go with them. Those had once been her Clanmates, that had once been her camp, though ShadowClan was still her enemy, her enemy was now attacking a camp she had no rights to defend.

"What do you think is going to happen now?" Whitepaw whispered.

Morningpaw was about to reply when she felt something, or rather someone, breathing on the back of her neck. A little startled, she turned quickly, only to find herself face to face with the RiverClan deputy who she hadn't seen sneaking up behind.

"Oakheart!"

Oakheart looked grimly over the two apprentices. The dark, reddish-brown warrior seemed distressed for only a moment before quickly covering it up with a blank face. "The truce has been broken. Crookedstar wishes to return to camp at once."

Whitepaw and Morningpaw shared an uneasy look. Oakheart ushered them to move towards the gathering RiverClan patrol as the Clan's broke apart, and it was with a sinking heart that Morningpaw glanced over her shoulder towards where the ThunderClan patrol had disappeared into their part of the territories.

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Down by the waters, nestled on a crop of warm stones, sits a pair of RiverClan apprentices minding the new border between RiverClan and ThunderClan. Both had vastly different levels of attentiveness to their duty.

"Why don't we go hunting." Whitepaw bemoaned, bored. "You're great at catching land prey. Better than anyone else in the Clan. You'll -- are you even listening, Morningpaw?"

The small, flame-colored she-cat apprentice flinched as she was called out by her friend due to unintentionally ignoring him since arriving at Sunningrocks, too busy focusing on searching for a ThunderClan patrol or passing warrior to get the news on what had happened three Sunrise's ago.

"I'm so sorry, Whitepaw." Morningpaw quickly apologized to her snowy-white pawed denmate. "I just--"

Whitepaw rolled his amber eyes as he guessed what Morningpaw was going to say. "You just want to know what happened after the Gathering with ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Everyone does. Though I wouldn't hold my breath. Those squirrel-chasers will stay tight-lipped about it if they're smart."

Morningpaw knew that. No one with half a brain would want their enemies to know how vulnerable they were. But Morningpaw just had to know if those she once cared about in a past life were alright.

"I know that but-but --" Morningpaw let out a frustrated sound. Scraping her claws against the sunbaked stones beneath her paws as she shuffled off the rocks. Whitepaw quickly scrambled after her, calling out to her as Morningpaw moved closer towards the edge of the forest, she could have sworn she saw--

The bushes rustled, though there was no wind to disturb them. Morningpaw had noticed some dark shadows, but had thought it was just the bushes, but now on closer inspection; "You can come out. We won't bite." Morningpaw meowed, suddenly the bush went silent and still, then they watched as Ravenpaw cautiously emerged from the bush. Appearing as anxious and on high alert as he used to in a past life. "It's good to see you again, Ravenpaw."

The anxiety filled black tom seemed shocked by that statement. They weren't at a gathering, there was no longer a truce keeping them civil or at peace, but still Morningpaw was open and friendly towards him. Some old habits will probably never cease to continue.

Whitepaw also gave Morningpaw an odd look. One that expressed his bafflement as to how Morningpaw could still be so friendly towards the opposing Clan apprentice. Morningpaw elected to overlook any discomfort either were facing and plunged forward.

"How's the prey running?" Morningpaw meowed.

"And what happened to you?" Whitepaw chimed in. Drawing Morningpaw's attention to the long deep scratches across Ravenpaw's hindlegs. Ravenpaw seemed to have taken a nasty beating.

"ThunderClan…has recently…b-been into a fight with ShadowClan." Ravenpaw stuttered out.

"It must have been a pretty intense fight." Morningpaw meowed, observing Ravenpaw closely. "I hope that nothing bad has happened to any of you." Morningpaw added.

Ravenpaw didn't appear as though he completely believed her, but the sentiment caused him to lower his guard.

"ShadowClan has stolen our kits." Ravenpaw blurted out. Then shrunk into himself as though he instantly regretted doing so.

"What do you mean?" Morningpaw asked in alarm. So close now that they were practically breathing the same air. "You can tell us Ravenpaw. We won't tell anyone, I promise on StarClan that I won't tell a single soul."

Ravenpaw glanced between the two RiverClan apprentices nervously, "I -i really shouldn't say-"

"You've just said something about ShadowClan stealing kits." Whitepaw pointed out.

Ravenpaw appeared guilty. But underneath both Whitepaw and Morningpaw's probing, the story spun out of the jet black tom.

Apparently, during the night of the gathering, ShadowClan had attacked the unguarded ThunderClan camp, killing two of their elders, their medicine cat and one of their queens, they had barely managed to fend them off. However, a litter of kits had been taken by ShadowClan and are now being held hostage.

"That must go against the warrior code." Morningpaw gasped, feeling horrified and also heartbroken due to ThunderClan's sudden assault.

"Those fox-hearts!" Whitepaw spat, even though he looked just as horrified.

"Bluestar doesn't want to risk the kit's safety. She's refusing to make a full on raid. We're struggling to figure out a way to get them back safely."

Morningpaw was beyond shocked. This…this didn't happen in her previous life at all! Brokenstar raiding and chasing off WindClan had happened. But Morningpaw had prevented that. And though Morningpaw knew that Brokenstar was going to attack ThunderClan at some point and steal the kits, she hadn't expected that they would use a gathering to do so. Not only that, but it sounded like there were more casualties this time around. She recalled only one previous death.

Morningpaw didn't know what to do, what to say, she was a fool who now lacked foresight. She hadn't taken into account what the consequences were for changing destiny and the fates of others.

ThunderClan was being blackmailed and the lives of innocent kits were at risk.

"Why don't we just sneak into ShadowClan and steal the kits back." Morningpaw was thrown for a loop when that idea came from Whitepaw. Who seemed more than serious with his suggestion.

"We sneak into ShadowClan…" Ravenpaw murmured.

"If you're Clanmates aren't doing anything about it. Then perhaps you should try something yourself." Whitepaw replied. "We can even help you."

"Help me?" Ravenpaw echoed, seemingly lost.

"We're not doing it just for you." Whitepaw meowed, "I'm so tired of them, and their arrogance. They think they can push us all around. However, it's time that we show them that they can't have it all their way."

Morningpaw nodded in agreement. "Stealing kits is crossing the line. If you're Clan leader doesn't want to take the chance then we have to risk it ourselves."

"Y-you'd really help?" Ravenpaw visibly relaxed, his thoughts that they would abandon him once they found out the truth were put to rest.

"This goes beyond Clan rivalry." Morningpaw replied, feeling determined to save those kits.

"Then let's go." Whitepaw meowed.

"Go where?" All three apprentices briefly froze before they whipped around in surprise as Silverstream padded out of the river, water glittering as it slid off her silver-and-black tabby pelt, cautiously she approached, eyeing the ThunderClan apprentice while also warily glancing around. "You both shouldn't be this far over the border. Neither should either of you be speaking with a ThunderClan cat."

Uh-oh!

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Fun Facts:

I didn't know where this was going originally. But now I do know what I plan to do! Plot wise!! There is a plot!!! Just bear with me here!!!

Things are going completely off the Thunderpath!!!

Romance? Of course there's going to be plenty of romance. But with who? That my dear readers is something I'm keeping secret for now!!!

I have big plans for our dear RiverClan and ThunderClan allies!!! Big plans!!!

I'm totally going to pull a Professor Minerva McGonagall:

Crookedstar: Why is it, when something happens, it is always you three?

Silverstream, Whitepaw and Morningpaw: I think our ancestors just likes to mess with us.