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The Darker Legends by Scarheart of DarkClan

Lionpaw snoozed in the apprentices den, paws waving and tail lashing. He opened his eyes to a star-filled field. He swished his head from side to side, taking in his surroundings. A she-cat padded out from the shadows, her mottled gray tabby pelt glowing with the light of the stars.

Lionpaw tilted his head. "Are you..." his voice broke with realisation. "Ashenmoon..." he ran up to her and purred, rubbing his head along her flank. His former mentor rested her head on his back.

She turned from him, normally twinkling blue eyes suddenly sad. Her form began to quiver, shaking and becoming blurred, then disappearing and melting into the stars. Lionpaw cried out, one small tear leaking from his amber eyes, falling to the ground with an almost inaudiable drip. He held back more tears, in fear after the first tears, the tears wouldn't stop.

"The slithering strike of the fern weighs heavily, but the roaring lion has a secret weapon..."

Ashenmoon's voice whispered in his soft ear fur, and he looked up, only to see a misty figure floating up to silverpelt. He wailed, trying to leap up and catch his former mentor, only to fall back down and have his legs buckle beneath him.

"Lionpaw. Lionpaw! LIONPAW!"

Lionpaw's eyes shot open, a gray face pushed into his, a tear leaking down from her blue eyes. He heard five words that would forever change his life: "Lionpaw, Thrushpaw, he's... he's... dead."

His sisters eyes dripped more tears, and she pushed her head onto her brothers back. She wailed like a lost kit and the two raced out of the den, skidding to a halt in front of their brothers body. His throat was slashed and several light claw marks scored his gray pelt, most of them weren't bleeding, but he had a long slash across his flank the was still gushing blood. His amber eyes seemed to still show a scared light, but were glazed over and darkened by death.

Mintpaw lovingly licked the scar along his flank and nosed his fur lovingly. Swandance was already weeping over her dead kit, eyes dull and lifeless. Breezefrost was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Lionpaw and Mintpaw's other sister, Milkpaw.

"Where are Milkpaw and Breezefrost." he demanded to Oakrush, the leader of the patrol and the deputy of Birchclan. "Hunting with Copperchill and Skyshadow." He straitened. "Duskleaf is my sister, I have to tell her about Gorsefern."

Lionpaw padded back to his grieving family, crouching beside Mintpaw and leaning against her, she shifted to press against him too, pushing her nose into Thrushpaw's pelt.

The bramble entrance shivered, and Copperchill entered, carrying a rabbit and two squirrels. Skyshadow then followed, two mice dangling from their tails in his jaws. Then came Breezefrost, a squirrel and a magpie dangling from his teeth. Milkpaw trotted after them, a plump rabbit and a squirrel clasped in her grip. She looked confused to see all her family sitting in the clearing, but her eyes dropped to Thrushpaw. She dropped her prey and screeched, then raced over to them, franticly licking Thrushpaw's cold fur.

Breezefrost padded over, maintaining the strict dad 'no cry policy'. Oakrush's tail was seen entering the nursery, and a heart-breaking wail was heard, and Duskleaf came shooting out of the den, still wailing. Oakrush bounded after her, racing to comfort his sister.

Milkpaw turned to her family. "He never got his warrior name," she sobbed, "He needs one. From now on Thrushpaw will be known as Thrushfall, we honor his courage and loyalty and welcome him as a full warrior of Birchclan."

Lionpaw blinked, his siter's words held wisdom beyond her age. As the sun set, more cats gathered around, mourning lost friends and family.

The sky soon shaded to black and other cats padded into the dens, Lionpaw hissing at them, others took up his anger and joined in, mainly Milkpaw, Duskleaf, Mintpaw, and Berrytalon.

When the sun rose, all cats shared their final goodbye's with Gorsefern and Thrushpaw, and formed two lines as the elders and Oakrush carried the two out to be burried under the trees, souls at peace under the large Birch, Oak, and Pine's.

I know some of the spelling is bad, but I try. To give me inspiration for Fernpaw next chapter, I will be listening to Stand in the Rain. This chapter was partly Stand in the Rain, too. It basicly fits this fic so far. My updates will now be slower, one more week of 5 hours at my grandma's house, 4 days a week. Maybe an update a week.