'And in your eyes
Stars are only Christmas lights'

'Things Stay the Same' Halou

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The arguing had ceased since Eaglestrike had joined them. His kind-hearted yet strong presence seemed to create a bubble of peace around the small group. It appeared obvious to Tornheart that he was destined to lead the Chosen on their dark journey but he refused to believe it. Was there perhaps a reason for his refusal to lead? She shook her head, annoyed at how mysterious the PhoenixClan warrior was. All any of the Chosen knew about him was that he was viciously loyal to his Clan to the point of violence if someone dared insult PhoenixClan around him. But the others had failed to notice what Tornheart had seen. Whenever someone even mentioned the word father or family he physically flinched and fell into a stony silence.

It was hard for Tornheart to admit how much she wanted to know more about this charismatic warrior. Sure there were still things she had yet to discover about the others but at least she knew the bare minimum about them. Icepetal was known throughout the six Clans as a part of a rogue family SnowClan had so graciously admitted into their ranks after much thought. Everyone knew about their struggle to fit in that lead to Icepetal's sister deserting the Clan. But that was all anyone knew. The rest was hidden, locked away deep within the white she-cat's mind.

Rainpatch had told little about himself apart from that he had a mate, sister, brother and mother that he loves dearly and would do anything for. Icepetal had appeared disappointed upon hearing that the cheerful tom had a mate but Tornheart couldn't imagine seeing the SnowClan she-cat and WaveClan tom being anything more than close friends. They were still loyal to their own Clans in the end and forbidden relationships went against everything the fragile warrior code taught, even if the code was rarely used anymore.

The three Chosen and Tornheart now lounged comfortably on High Star Island behind the thrones that had once belonged to four High Stars. Now they sat abandoned, deep cracks running across them. Grass and weeds had grown rapidly to smother them. Once upon a time these thrones had been taken care of. Once upon a time they were beautiful slabs of stone with intricate designs scrawled across them. She swept away some of the moss off the largest of the stones, sighing happily when she could see the carefully drawn designs.

Peering at them with narrowed eyes Tornheart found that she could read them. It was hardly a surprise to find out that whoever had carved these designs had written and drawn in Ancient tongue, the language that was used for her magic. "Balance is found in numbers of four; four powerful beings that sit upon four study throne; four mighty civilisations living in harmony with each other; four great oaks standing tall in a hollow for Druids and four life-breathing, life-stealing seasons. Without such balance all will be but ashes on the ground," she read quietly to herself. "Odd, I would have expected these thrones to tell great stories about those that have sat on them."

Intrigued to read more, Tornheart swiped away more of the moss. "Four elements blessed upon a single cat that could only harness a fifth when the time was right." Curiosity became tainted with annoyance. What was so important about the number four that it had to be repeated constantly across the largest throne?

She cleared away another part and read it. "Four sat upon these thrones with a plan rule over three mighty kingdoms that had once been four. Blood oozed from their very fur as the number of bodies beneath their thrones grew. A saviour was sent. Three became four once more."

"Cryptic," Tornheart mused. "Four is apparently an important number," she twisted her head to look over at the Chosen, "so why are there five Chosen and not four?"

She could have easily spent days cleaning the thrones off so that she could read more but that would mean keeping the Chosen from their mission. "I'll come back when all this is over and read more of it," the black she-cat promised herself before moving away from the thrones, trotting easily down the sloping hill to where the Chosen were sitting under the cover of the trees. Rainpatch and Eaglestrike were talking to each other, smiling and laughing every now and again. It pleased Tornheart to see them getting on so well; the Chosen needed to be a strong force in order to bring peace back. Icepetal was lying on her side close to Rainpatch, dozing slightly. Her flanks rose and fell peacefully as she slept.

When Tornheart sat down with them their conversation abruptly stopped and Rainpatch nudged his sleeping friend awake. "We came up with a few questions we'd like to ask you," Eaglestrike began with a small smile, "if it's okay with you."

"Wrong, I had nothing do to with this, all I did was listen," Icepetal groaned as she stretched her neck until it made a popping sound.

"Actually you listened and snapped at us whenever we tickled your nose with our tail," Rainpatch chuckled.

Icepetal swatted him. "You two are the worst to nap around. Surely you with all your honour," she glared daggers at Eaglestrike, "would know when to let a tired female sleep."

The rusty coloured tom smirked, "even the most honourable of all cats like to enjoy a joke every now and again, even if that joke is keeping a female awake." He broke off into a light chuckle that was soon joined by Rainpatch's deeper chuckle. Icepetal swatted the blue-furred tom with her tail as she laid her head back on her paws, grumbling about nuisances under her breath.

"I do hope you'll allow her to get at least a little sleep," Tornheart purred as she sat down next to Eaglestrike, curling her tail over her paws. "I'd hate to see Icepetal when she's had no sleep."

"Oh trust me, you don't want to see me when I've had no sleep," the she-cat in question muttered as she rolled onto her back. Tornheart found her eyes drawn to a horrific looking scar that ran along the white she-cat's stomach. It started at the lower edge of her shoulder, ran diagonally down across her rib cage and then ended near her pelvis. The colour of the scar was an angrier shade of pink compared to Icepetal's pale pink skin.

One of the toms uttered a low breath of awe as they too gazed upon the scar that had mutilated most of Icepetal's stomach. "Now, there's a story behind that scar I would love to hear," Eaglestrike murmured quietly.

"Didn't you have questions you wanted to ask Tornheart?" Icepetal snapped back, rolling quickly onto her stomach with a glare. Her blue eyes were wide with a haunted look where Tornheart could only imagine a vision of what caused the scar was playing.

"Indeed we did," Rainpatch's gruff voice broke into the tension. "What was your kithood like?"

Tornheart looked over at the WaveClan warrior with a curious look as she wondered why anyone would want to know about her kithood. "It was average, really. Nothing really happened that I'd consider horrific or life changing. I wasted the days of my kithood playing silly games with my sister, begging the elders for stories, badgering the apprentices to teach me new battle moves. I wasn't one to be particularly friendly with many cats but there was one who managed to weasel his way into my life and stay there until he died around sixteen moon ago.." she trailed off as a sad look entered her vibrant green gaze. "He'd probably hate me for allowing myself to become what I am today."

Awkward glances were exchanged between the Chosen before Rainpatch reached out to place a paw over Tornheart's. "I agree that he'd probably hate what you were but not what you are. You're doing all you possibly can right now to save the Clans, to stop them from being destroyed by Crimson's lust for power," he smiled reassuringly, "that's something I'd be proud of if I was him."

"Thanks, Rainpatch," Tornheart mumbled awkwardly.

"Why'd you leave CedarClan?" Eaglestrike asked boldly.

"It didn't feel like my home anymore. I didn't feel like I fitted in anymore, so I left. I'd never planned to end up joining RisingClan, in fact I had planned on leaving the Clans altogether and seeing what was beyond the mountain ridges but one day when I was creeping through RisingClan territory I paused to watch a training session between Fallenshadow and his granddaughter. They fought with such incredible precision and brutality that it made me want to be just like her, the white she-cat with the blood red eye patch. So I joined them, took the name Tornshadow, and prepared to begin my new life as a RisingClan apprentice," she shrugged as her answer came to an end. Her time in RisingClan was nothing more than an uncomfortably memory now for it was the place she felt she could spend the rest of her life, the place where she'd fallen in love for the first time – albeit it was more of kit-like love – and the place where she'd been lead into joining Crimson.

This time it was Icepetal that spoke up having finally gotten over the haunting images that came with remembering her scar. "Personally I think RisingClan fight dirty. They always go straight for the throat and rarely stop until the body stops shaking, but they're strong, very strong; a strength most apprentices would envy, I suppose."

Tornheart flicked her tail as she waited for the next question. She was angered by the way the Chosen kept picking apart her answers like they were looking for something in them. Her past wasn't a story available to all ears.

"What's Crimson like?"

She whipped her head around to stare at Eaglestrike. What kind of a question was that? Why would they even care what her opinion about Crimson is? Didn't they all just think Crimson was a twisted, murdering, demonic she-cat?

"She's an amazing cat," Tornheart admitted suddenly, not ashamed when the Chosen sucked in deep breaths of shock. "She can fight like a whole army, control legions of cats by uttering a few words, feels no remorse for the lives she's taken, believes in herself no matter what and yet, she cannot trust anyone but she doesn't let it bother her. Of all the things she could have done to the Clans, killed you all, enslaved you all, she let you leave in relative peace. Tell me, have you fought with other Clans whilst Crimson has been ruler? No. Sure you've all lost many cats to Crimson's soldiers when she's ordered a culling of a too large Clan but all she does has been in the best interest of the Clans. Keep that in mind before you judge her too harshly."

With a growl she rose to her paws and stalked away from the gawking Chosen. They'd gone too far with their questions. Did they really assume she'd just spill all her deepest darkest secrets to them just because they were destined to save the world? Definitely not! She was sick of their sideways glances, sick of their judging ways, she was just sick of them overall.

Her paws came to a halt in the middle of the clearing in front of the four thrones. She wanted nothing more than to raise her muzzle to the skies and shriek out to the Guardians she weren't sure were still alive. They were her only family now and she missed them fiercely. She missed the way Time would snap at everyone, missed the way Change would try to brighten up their gray world with a colourful flower, missed the way Destiny would mother her when no one else would. Tears slipped down her cheeks. Crimson had torn yet another family from her.

"Why?" she whispered instead of shrieking. "Why me? What did I ever do that earned me this life? No one deserves this kind of life so why did I get it? I don't understand," she whimpered, "I just don't understand…"

A shape flickered out of the corner of her eye causing her to turn and look. Her breath caught in her throat. "Hello, dear," mewed Destiny with a soft smile.

"But I thought you didn't have the strength to appear on the living world anymore?" Tornheart squeaked out.

The soft-natured Guardian nodded, "we pooled together all the strength we could to transport me down here to give you a final ray of hope. Your breaking heart is difficult to ignore, dear one. We never wanted you to have such a harsh life but we found that we could not change your life regardless of how hard we tried." Her shape wavered ever so slightly. "It is because you have always been destined to save this world and any fiddling done by us would have lead to this world's destruction. Chin up, dear, you've still got a long way to go."

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the island and blew Destiny's fragile form away. Tornheart was once again left with only her thoughts as she returned her gaze to the starry sky above her. Once, seasons ago, her mother would have told her stories about the stars but she could hardly remember any of them now. It'd been too long since she'd been told them.

The blood moon spread scarlet rays across the night sky as it grew a tiny bit brighter, reminding Tornheart of the horrifying fact that soon the sun would not rise. Once night it would set and the next morning it would not rise. The world around them would be plunged into darkness. Realisation struck her hard. Crimson wouldn't melt the world in fire or encase it in ice, she'd drown in it darkness. Did Crimson know what she was doing? Was she prepared to wake up one morning and not see the sun rising?

The undergrowth on the far right of the clearing rustled as voices filled the quiet night. A scent smelling of deep forest and tangy pine filled Tornheart's nose as she inhaled deeply. Sharp worry flooded her veins as she darted back behind the thrones and tackled the first shape she saw into the dark forest. That shape just happened to be Rainpatch who now looked up at Tornheart as if she'd grown a second head. "What the heck did you do that for!?" he demanded only to have the she-cat glare death at him. He fell silent and watched as the black-furred cat dragged the other two Chosen into the shadows.

"Do I get an explanation now?" Rainpatch grumbled quietly.

"The first Clan has arrived," she replied smoothly, "RisingClan, I believe."

From their position hidden in the shadows of the tall trees they could see the few bodies of warriors as they found a comfortable place to sit. It saddened Tornheart to see how small of a Clan RisingClan had become over the past moons. Without Fallenshadow, without Hiddenshade, without Shatteredlight the Clan had become a hollow shell of what it had once been. Sure they still had quite a few cats, enough to make them a formidable force, but they were no longer as strong or passionate as they had once been.

Their leader, Singingriver, Fallenshadow's eldest daughter, took her place atop the sloping hill where the forgotten thrones stood and sat quietly with her brown tail flicker over her brown paws. Bold black stripes stretched across her back, reaching to her rib cage. She was the spitting image of her father save for the white stripe across her right eye.

She watched over her Clan with a calm gaze as her deputy and sister trotted up the hill to join her, muttering a few words in her ear.

Tornheart watched a little too eagerly as Singingriver whispered something back with a quiet giggle and a smile. She'd had a sister once, a long time ago. They'd used to be as close as RisingClan's leader and deputy. But now…now Tornheart was no longer sure if her sister was even alive.

RogueClan arrived next, followed by WaveClan, CedarClan, PhoenixClan and finally SnowClan.

The leaders took their respective places atop the hill as the Clans mingled together, reuniting with old friends and sharing stories about what had happened during the past moon. Apprentices bragged about what they'd learnt, warriors grumbled about Crimson's soldiers, queens swapped tips on raising kits, elders rambled on about days long past and the leaders murmured amongst themselves.

It looked so peaceful. So normal.

"This is what we're fighting for," Eaglestrike said suddenly. "In that very clearing are all the lives we're going on this journey for. We're possibly giving up our lives so that all the Clans can be at peace once again and can return to the old days of squabbling over prey and borders, just like in all the elders' tales."

Rainpatch nodded in agreement but it was Icepetal that spoke, "squabbling over prey and borders doesn't sound like peace but it certainly sounds better than the life we're living now."

The others murmured their agreement before falling silent as the first leader – or deputy really seeing as all the leaders, with Singingriver being an exception, were brainwashed – stepped forward and released a mighty yowl that silenced the chattering Clans.

"Another moon has passed," the deputy – being Firestrike of CedarClan - began, "and we have gathered here on High Star Isle to share news like we have always done. If no one minds then CedarClan will go first," when no cat argued she continued, "our queen, Applefur, has recently given birth to two kits, we hope that they will grow up strong and prepared to face a dark world. Bloodpaw and Hawkpaw are here for their first gathering as apprentices whilst their siblings, Mudpaw and Flowerpaw remain behind." The gathered Clans chanted the newest apprentices' names before falling into a comfortable silence. Firestrike dipped her head and allowed another deputy to step forward.

Long legs carried forth Darkbreeze, deputy of PhoenixClan, as she allowed the eyes of all those gathered to fall upon her. "Emberstorm has retired to the elders den after serving his Clan dutifully for many seasons. A fox was spotted crossing into RogueClan territory yesterday evening," she looked over at RogueClan's deputy, "so if I were you, Kynsia, I'd keep an eye out for it. There is one other thing I would like to bring to the attention of all the Clans. One of our warriors vanished earlier this morning. The patrol he was on returned without any sign of him." Tornheart felt Eaglestrike stiffen beside her.

"Do you think the Clans might peace together what's happening seeing as three warriors have gone missing within three days?" he whispered.

Rainpatch shrugged, "it's possible. Or they may just think that you've gone off to join Crimson's army or decided to leave the Clan forever."

"No," the PhoenixClan tom snarled, "my Clan wouldn't think I'd do that. They know me too well to think I joined the enemy."

"Let's just wait and see," Icepetal muttered.

During their argument they'd missed the end of Darkbreeze's news and the beginning of Kynsia's. It was the usual announcement, a kit had been born and apprentices had become warriors. When the next deputy stepped forward it was Icepetal that shuffled uncomfortably as she recognised the familiar blue tabby pelt of her deputy, Stoneclaw. He looked haggard, fur ripped in places and fresh wounds gouged into his skin.

"Two days ago SnowClan was attacked by a large group of Crimson's soldiers," his voice was hoarse and tired, "we were unprepared for the attack, caught by surprise when most of us where sharing tongues and eating. Beetlekit, Ravenkit, Cedarkit, Leafbreeze along with her unborn kits, Honeypaw, Brightpaw, Thistlepaw, Smokepaw, Dustpaw, Tigerstripe, Mintfeather, Whitefire, Duskwing, Rabbitheart, Mistybreeze, Creamflower and Darkstar were all killed in the attack." The Clans fell silent. So many lives had been brutally stripped away, even those of unborn kits within their mother's womb. Warriors shed tears for fallen friends as the realisation sunk in. SnowClan had grown too large and had paid the ultimate price for it.

Stoneclaw's eyes hardened as he cleared his throat, calling attention back to him. "Another of our warriors, a she-cat by the name of Icepetal has been exiled from the Clan for her behaviour in previous moons that could have lead to the deaths of many," his voice turned from a meow to a throaty growl, "if she is seen on any of your territories then you have my permission to kill her if you wish. She has the blood of rogues running in her veins and is an untrustworthy ally. She will always put herself before others." The blue tabby stepped back and allowed his threat to hang in the clearing like an unwelcome cloud.

The white she-cat in question had turned rigid, breathing quickly with unsteady gasps as the eyes of Rainpatch and Eaglestrike turned to her with confused gazes. Exile was a serious punishment usually reserved for serious reasons. A tear slipped down her cheek as she realised that she had no home to return to, no home to fight for in the first place. Her eyes darted round frantically as she tried to come to terms with why she'd been exiled. Surely Lightningfall hadn't told the Clan about her breaking vigil rules and leaving the Clan unguarded!? The confused gazes of her allies grew too much and she rose shakily to her paws, retreating further into the shadows of the forest.

"What did she do that was so bad she was exiled for it?" Rainpatch breathed.

Tornheart shrugged with pity in her eyes. "Whatever it was we mustn't push her into telling us. Being exiled is something that can come as a shock to even those expecting it." She returned her gaze to the deputies as they sat in front of the thrones. Only slivers of their fur could be seen but she knew them all by scent and by sound. It had been her duty assigned by Crimson to learn everything she could about the Clans and who was now leading them.

Singingriver stepped forward to take her turn, lean muscles rippling under her pelt. "We all feel for your loss, Stoneclaw, and we can only hope that Crimson's time as our ruler is running out. RisingClan has fared well this season. Prey has been plentiful and Crimson's soldiers have only hung on the edges of our territory. Risingwhisper has retired to the elders den. Floodingsky has taken over her role as healer. Huntinglion and his mate have recently made public the news that they are expecting kits, kits that will no doubt carry on the RisingClan lineage into the future. That is all."

"RisingClan and their secrets," Eaglestrike scoffed. "Why didn't she tell us who Huntinglion's mate was?"

"Use your head, Eaglestrike. If it was any normal warrior then I'm sure Singingriver would have been more than happy to give out the name but it's not just a normal warrior. My bets are that the mother in question is either Singingriver herself or Dawningsun, hence the reason she mentioned carrying on RisingClan lineage," Tornheart pointed out.

Rainpatch grunted his agreement as Eaglestrike tried to inspect the leader and deputy through the small spaces in between the thrones. He gave up with an annoyed growl.

"This season has been kind to WaveClan also," Stormwhisker's booming voice was not easy to ignore as it thundered throughout the island. "Petalbreeze has given birth to Lionkit and Stonekit whilst Rosepaw has become an apprentice. However, yesterday one of our warriors also went missing after he went down to the cove for a swim and never returned. Rainpatch's disappearance is most worrying and WaveClan would like him to either return or be returned as soon as possible. The Clan misses his cheerfulness. If that is all the deputies and leader have to discuss then I believe it would be pleasant if the Clans were given time to chat amongst each other?"

The other deputies and leader nodded and the gathered cats began to move amongst each other in search of friends.

"Okay, this is our chance to find the next Chosen," Tornheart said to the two toms. "She's in CedarClan, or at least I'm pretty sure she is, and she's the daughter of a Game of Blood winner. Look for a circular scar on her shoulder like the ones you both have. Go, quick, we don't have long; I need to tell the Clans something so start looking!"

Already the sun was beginning to peek ever so slightly over the mountain tops. Time was running short if another Chosen was to be found at the gathering.

Eaglestrike broke away from Rainpatch, making his way silently through the undergrowth at the edge of the clearing. His eyes roamed over every pelt he could see in search of that circular scar that would point out another Chose. It was hard to pick which cat was from which Clan with so many in one clearing all bunched up together. All the Clan scents were muddled up with one another. He grumbled to himself as his searching continued. What if the Chosen cat was sitting in the very middle of the gathered cats? Then how were they going to get to him or her?

He found his eyes drawn to a particular cat that was sat further away from any of the others. It was a small cat with pale orange fur. The scent drifting from the cat told Eaglestrike that it was a CedarClan she-cat. He was curious to say the least as to why such a pretty she-cat was sitting all by herself, studying her white forepaw as if it was the most important thing in the world. He found himself entranced almost as a warm feeling spread through his entire body.

Yet before he could make any move towards her a shocked yowl sounded from near the thrones as Tornheart stepped out from behind them. The chattering Clans fell immedialty silent as they stared up at the traitor with hate in their eyes. Eaglestrike was surprised to see how cold Tornheart's normally vibrant green eyes were. She's just acting, right?

"Cats of the Clans," she shouted, "I bring with me a message from Crimson herself. She plans on visiting you in," she paused to glance at the rising sun and realised that it was no longer three days but two, "two days. On the night of the second day she expects you all to be gathered in this very spot, awaiting her appearance. If you are not then I'm sure she will find some way to punish you for refusing orders given by her second in command. You have been warned of her arrival so I expect to see you here on the night of the second day. You may return to your mingling." Then she turned with a lash of her tail and literally vanished into thin air leaving behind many confused cats.

The chattering turned from friendly to worry over what Crimson might want. And that was when Eaglestrike spotted it. The CedarClan she-cat with the pale orange fur, white forepaw and tail had shifted her position slightly to look up at where Tornheart had made her announcement, thus allowing the PhoenixClan tom to see a very familiar scar upon her shoulder. He couldn't help but grin with excitement. He'd found the next Chosen. Now all he had to do was get her to come with him so that Tornheart could explain everything. Simple.

Looking around to make sure none of his Clan-mates were hanging around, he stepped out of the undergrowth and approached her with quiet footsteps. The she-cat looked up from her paws with startled dark green eyes; dark green eyes that rivalled Tornheart's for vibrancy but held their own little sparkle of life in the form of lighter flecks of green. Eaglestrike found himself rooted to the spot by such a startling gaze, flustered beyond words. He'd acted this way around a she-cat before.

"Hello?" she said quietly, so quietly he nearly didn't hear her. "Can…Can I help you?"

"Hm? Oh, what? Yes! My name's-," he broke off abruptly. Had Darkbreeze mentioned his name when she'd been telling the Clans about his disappearance? He couldn't risk it. "I'm a PhoenixClan warrior, and you are?"

She glanced shyly down at her paws once again. "Littleflame…from CedarClan."

"You remind me of someone," he found himself saying.

"Yeah, I would. Lots of cats say that," the CedarClan warrior sounded almost disappointed, "my mother's Firestrike, the deputy. Most cats mistake me for her."

Eaglestrike mentally clawed himself, "I didn't mean it in that way, I wasn't looking to talk to your mother. I came over here to talk to you. That scar, on your shoulder, it looks like it has a fairly decent story behind it," he smiled warmly.

Littleflame glanced at the circular scar before her eyes returned to her paws once more. Her ears were laid flat against her skull, an obvious sign of discomfort. "There's no story behind it. I've had it since I was born."

"A birthmark then? Looks like it could be a pretty bad scar if you had the right story to tell about it. How does the idea of fighting off a whole family of foxes sound to you? A badger? Patrol of soldiers maybe?"

She laughed quietly. "No, that would just be exaggerating a silly old birthmark to make me sound like a really strong warrior."

"I don't think it's a silly old birthmark," Eaglestrike said, shuffling closer to her so that he could show her his circular scar. "See? I have one too."

Her beautiful green eyes rounded with surprise as she looked up at the scar that was identical to her own. "How? What? I don't understand…it's identical to mine…"

"If you follow me I can explain everything to you, about why that birthmark is so much more special than you think and why we both have the same one. What do you say, will you follow me?"

Littleflame suddenly jerked back as if she'd been bitten. A little fear entered into her gaze, "why would I follow a random PhoenixClan warrior that won't even tell me his name into the dark forest just because we have the same birthmark thing. I'm not that stupid you know," she sounded insulted as she looked down at the ground once more.

"Please, trust me. I would never hurt you, ever. My name's Eaglestrike," he said with a sigh, "and I really need you to trust me on this, Littleflame. It's really important, like, saving the world important."

"Eaglestrike as in the Eaglestrike that recently went missing?"

"Sssh! No one can know that I'm here. Please, trust me, Littleflame, I'll explain everything to you if you just follow me."

The pale orange she-cat fell silent for a little while before she heaved a deep breath and rose to her paws without taking her eyes off the ground. "Alright, I'll trust you. J-just know that if you try and hurt me I'll fight back!"

"I never doubted that you'd wouldn't," Eaglestrike said with a chuckle as he led the shy CedarClan warrior into the dark forest surrounding the clearing. "Oh, Littleflame?"

"Yes?"

He looked back at her over his shoulder with a smile, "stop looking down all the time. Your eyes are too pretty to be wasted on staring at the ground."

CedarClan

Leader: Cloverstar- Dull, brown-pelted she-cat with Crimson's trademark yellow eyes (The Love of a Raven)

Deputy: Firestrike- Bright orange she-cat with creamy white spots

Medicine Cat: Poppylight- White she-cat with a black spotted pelt (Sunshadow and Leaffang)

Warriors:

Vixenheart- Bright red she-cat with white muzzle, chin, throat, underbelly and tail tip

Darkfang- Smoky brown tom with lighter stripes on his belly

Tansyspots- Small white she-cat with ginger paws and dapples, blue eyes (Swyfte)

Thrushfoot- Pale gray tom with a blue-gray tail and paws, amber eyes (Swyfte)

Acornwhisker- A dark brown tom with yellow eyes, his fur is a little spiky in some places (Wolfgrowl)

Thornfur- Spiky brown she-cat with yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Mudstripe- Brown tabby tom with dark yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Branchsong- Dark brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Thistletail- A spiky brown she-cat with yellow eyes (Wolfgrowl)

Littleflame- Small pale orange she-cat with a white tail tip and left forepaw. Her eyes are dark green

Honeyleap- Light orange she-cat with a tinge of gold to her fur with a white muzzle and yellow eyes

Graystorm- Long-furred dark gray tom with patches of darker gray, yellow eyes

Dapplespot- Sleek pale gray she-cat with white dapples and dark gray spots, green eyes

Stonefang- Gray tom with a flash of white on his chest, yellow eyes

Twigfern- Pale tabby she-cat with dainty white paws and blue eyes (Swyfte)

Smokefoot- Dark gray tabby tom with black paws (Swyfte)

Foxfeather- Long white furred she cat with gingery brown patches on her body and gingery brown rings around her tail. Green eyes (Mallowfeather of EarthClan)

Whisperclaw- Short furred grey tabby tom, green eyes (Mallowfeather of EarthClan)

Apprentices:

Flowerpaw- Red she-cat with white splotches

Hawkpaw- Faded brown tabby she-cat with black paws and ear tips

Mudpaw- Brown tom with lighter underbelly and tail

Bloodpaw- Red tom with a thick tail

Queens:

Applefur- Petite tortoiseshell she-cat with bright ginger ears and black-rimmed brown eyes (Swyfte)

Kits:

Stripekit- Large gray tabby tom with thick stripes and white paws (Swyfte)

Splashkit- Tortoiseshell she-kit with ginger tail-tip (Swyfte)

Elders:

Leafheart- Frail grey spotted tabby she-cat with amber eyes (Swyfte)

AN: Happy New Year! Eaglestrike has a crush, methinks?

-нυηтєя