I need ideas for Streampaw's warriors name! What do you think about Streamgaze, for her blue eyes?

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Chapter 13

"Dewleaf?" some called.

The black furred she-cat stopped and turned around. In her mouth, she clutched two mice. "Hmm?"

A dark, smoky-grey tom approached her, surprised. "I see you are heading to the elder's den. But you are a warrior, you don't have to do that."

Dewleaf set the mice down. "Oh, yes, I know. I just wanted to speak to Silverstorm, and thought I'd take some fresh-kill along. Is that alright?"

Smokestar considered her for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, then. Go ahead."

"Thank you," Dewleaf mewed, flicking her tail. She picked up the two mice and strolled into the elders den.

"Oh, hi, Dewleaf!" came a cheerful mew. "What bring you here?"

Dewleaf dropped the fresh-kill at Silverstorm's paws. "Hello. I just wanted to… speak with you."

The silver elder nodded, shifting her injured leg. "I see. Go on." She bent over to take a bite out of the fresh-kill, although her eyes never left the young warrior's.

Dewleaf hesitated. But Cloudstorm and Clovernight said I could, so I will. "I wanted to tell you something first."

Silverstorm nodded patiently.

"I… Well, my siblings and I… we know who our true father is." Dewleaf held her breath, squeezing her eyes shut for the elder's reaction.

"Yes?" Silverstorm mewed. "Do you, now?"

Dewleaf nodded. "Feathercloud mentioned something about RainClan, so I asked her about it, and she wouldn't tell me a thing. Do you know what RainClan is?"

Silverstorm was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Perhaps your mother does not want you to know."

Dewleaf's tail twitched with anticipation. "Please, Silverstorm! I must know!"

The she-cat sighed. "I shall only tell you two things. Your mother and father fell in love, and ran away to RainClan. And… it is located in the small woods past RiverClan territory, a two day's journey."

Dewleaf nodded, taking it in. "So… they ran away from this forest?"

Silverstorm nodded. "Yes."

Dewleaf swallowed. "O---okay, then. Thank you, Silverstorm."

"You're welcome," the she-cat replied.

Dewleaf dipped her head and padded out of the den, her heart pounding. I have to speak to my siblings!

She rushed past some warriors, then two apprentices. She nearly knocked Berrytail over, and he let out a small hiss. She mewed an apology and then, finally, found her sister and brother, speaking to each other over a meal.

"Hey! I just… found out something!" Dewleaf mewed urgently.

Cloudstorm's eyes lit up, as did Clovernight's. "Well?"

Dewleaf shook her head. "Not here. Anyone could hear us speaking. Somewhere private."

Clovernight sighed. "Fine, but you'll have to wait until I'm finished eating." She bit into a vole that was lying between her two forepaws.

Dewleaf nodded impatiently. "Alright." She sat down beside Cloudstorm, who had just finished eating and was licking his jaws.

"Come on, Clovernight, hurry," Cloudstorm mewed.

Clovernight gobbled up the rest of the vole and licked her lips. "Okay, let's go. Why don't we go behind the nursery?"

Dewleaf nodded. "Okay then." She led the way.

Once her siblings settled down, she mewed, "Okay, do you both remember when Feathercloud said something about RainClan?"

Cloudstorm tilted his head to the side, but Clovernight mewed, "Yes, I remember. But how is that important?"

Dewleaf's blue eyes gleamed. "I talked to Silverstorm. Evidently, our mother and Rainheart fell in love, and ran away to someplace called RainClan. She wouldn't tell me much, but she did tell me where this RainClan was."

Clovernight rolled her eyes. "Dewleaf---"

"It's two day's journey beyond RiverClan territory," Dewleaf went on, ignoring her sister.

Cloudstorm nodded slowly. "And…?"

Dewleaf sighed. "Well, since no one else will tell us anything, maybe we can find some answers in RainClan."

"Oh, no!" Clovernight hissed. "Don't even think about it, Dewleaf!"

"Maybe we can go there and try to figure some things out!" Dewleaf said excitedly.

"And she thinks about it," Clovernight grumbled.

Cloudstorm shook his head. "No, Dewleaf, leave ThunderClan for who knows how long? No. We already know that Feathercloud lied to us, we have a sister named Streampaw, and Rainheart is our father."

Dewleaf sighed. She knew her siblings wouldn't support her. They all have different ideas of how to go about this. "Well, okay, then." But inside, a plan was brewing.

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Cloudstorm padded into the warriors den, shivering a little. It was the middle of green-leaf, but it still got a bit chilly at nighttime. He turned away when he saw Feathercloud and crept over to his own nest, between Dewleaf and Lightheart. He whispered sorry when he accidentally prodded his sister in the ribs, then settled down, breathing heavily. He felt a sweet scent waft into his nose, and it reminded him of Frostpaw. But it was Lightheart. She blinked at him sleepily, and mewed a quiet good night.

"Good night, Lightheart," Cloudstorm purred softly as he licked his den mate's muzzle swiftly.

The grey she-cat's eyes widened with surprise, but she didn't say anything.

Cloudstorm studied her as she fell asleep. She was leaner, and more lithe now. Instead of an annoying apprentice, she was a pretty warrior, who was also fierce and loyal. And she smelled more like sweet Frostpaw, rather than smelling like pines and the forest. He began to notice other she-cats, now. He wasn't obsessed with Frostpaw, the forbidden medicine cat apprentice.

He sighed happily and closed his eyes. Maybe he could find love without breaking the warrior code after all.

Yeah, it was really short, but it's important. And it doesn't necessarily mean that Cloudstorm likes Lightheart now. He just realizes there's more out there than just Frostpaw. He's realizing that she's just not available, and he's accepting that.