WARNING: There is rape in this chapter, since Mistcloud is unwilling.

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The next moon was an interesting one. Training went on, and Berrypaw learned more and more. Though she was only about seven moons old and was nowhere near perfect, she was pleased with her own personal progress.

Silverfrost's kits had finally been born. Naming them had taken a while, but it was worth it in the queen's opinion. Foxheart wasn't exactly the fatherly-type, so Silverfrost relied on her new denmates for help with the kits. Ambershine and Scarletwing had joined her in the nursery, soon after the heat-season started about a quarter-moon ago.

Darkwhisper was more distant than usual some days, especially after Berrypaw questioned her limp. The warrior simply told her to focus on her training, and that was the end of it.

Fernkit was now Fernpaw and had moved into the apprentices den, causing even more crowding. But there was good fortune today, since two apprentices would be leaving for the warriors den. Berrypaw was happy for Mistpaw and Ivypaw, but she was even happier that there'd be more leg-room in the den.

As of now, the two she-cats stood before Stonestar with different expressions. Ivypaw seemed as if she couldn't be more pleased with herself, and Mistpaw's eyes remained focused on the leader and nothing else. Moonshade could be seen off to the side, her icy-blue eyes gleaming with pride for her kits. Even Gingerfall, who wasn't on the best of terms with his eldest kits' mother, seemed genuinely happy in this moment.

Berrypaw couldn't help feeling a bit of envy towards her half-sisters, knowing that she wouldn't be a warrior any time soon. She noticed for the first time how mature they looked, with taut muscles beneath their pelts. Their sleekness likely came from Moonshade, while their eyes were round and clear like Gingerfall's. Ivypaw's shoulders were broader than Mistpaw's, and her whiskers were shorter.

Perhaps Berrypaw would be as beautiful once she was older.

"I, Stonestar, leader of LustClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have worked hard to learn the ways of yours and our noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn," the leader meowed before turning to Mistpaw, "Do you promise to uphold the lustful code, and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

The black-and-silver cat hesitated for a heartbeat, before taking a deep breath and answering, "…Yes."

Stonestar, pleased, turned and asked Ivypaw that same question. The tortoiseshell responded in a more timely fashion, with her head nodding as she did so.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names," Stonestar meowed, "Mistpaw, from this moment forth, you shall be known as Mistcloud. StarClan honors your kindness and compassion."

He then spoke to Ivypaw, "From this moment forth, you shall be known as Ivysong. StarClan honors your honesty and strength."

The leader stepped back and addressed the Clan, "Now, who would like to properly welcome our new warriors into our ranks?"

The surrounding clanmates immediately went into a debate about who would do the deed. Eventually, Stingtail and Frostclaw stepped forward. Stonestar nodded to them and gave some space between him and the two new warriors.

Mistcloud's tail twitched as if she was displeased, but she didn't argue when Stingtail urged her into a crouch. The black tom eagerly pressed himself against her, and Mistcloud cried out when he abruptly thrusted into her; just seeing it made Berrypaw wince sympathetically. She had heard from other she-cats that Stingtail didn't waste time on preparation most of the time, but this was the first time she'd actually seen the act.

Meanwhile, Ivysong began to moan shamelessly the moment that Frostclaw entered her. Most cats did say that she was very "well-behaved" when it came to mating, and they were right. Ivysong didn't hiss or growl like her littermate, and let Frostclaw do whatever he wanted with little to no objection. The tom was notoriously rough and propped one of his hind-legs on Ivysong's side, not seeming to care if it caused any discomfort.

The surrounding cats offered words of encouragement, some of them being rather vulgar. Berrypaw could barely make out the voices of the mating cats as a result, but Stingtail's words were distinguishable for a moment.

"Hold still," he growled, "Just take it. You're in heat, aren't you? Don't you want some kits?"

"N-no!" Mistcloud denied. She said some other things, but Berrypaw couldn't make it out over her clanmates' voices.

Stingtail thrusted roughly into the young warrior, his thick shaft disappearing into Mistcloud's cunt, "Your body is more honest that your words. See? You're getting really wet, your pussy is begging for my cum. I should fill up this womb of yours with a litter, don't you think?"

Berrypaw couldn't hear anything after that, but she could see that Mistcloud wasn't at all pleased by what Stingtail said. The she-cat's reaction was reasonable in Berrypaw's mind, as the duo-colored cat struggled and twisted in an effort to escape the tom, to no avail.

No one else seemed to think that anything was off, and they probably didn't hear what Stingtail said. Berrypaw wondered briefly if she should do something, but guessed that doing so would interrupt the ceremony, which Stonestar wouldn't be pleased by. But her heart twisted with sympathy when Mistcloud screeched with mortification when Stingtail finished inside of her. The black tom held her in place for a moment, as if he wanted to ensure that every last drop of semen was inside of her.

After a few more heartbeats, Stingtail released the new warrior just as Frostclaw and Ivysong climaxed. Mistcloud didn't move, still in a crouch with her heterochromatic eyes wide, and filled with a mixture of disgust and humiliation. Cheers filled the air as cats chanted the newly-made warriors' names, welcoming them as full members of LustClan. Their fellow clanmates moved towards them, causing Berrypaw to lose sight of Mistcloud. Very briefly, she caught the she-cat crawling away with her ears pinned back and her tail bristling.

Berrypaw was about to follow when Snowpaw blocked her, "Berrypaw! Guess what!"

Internally sighing, the cream cat responded, "What?"

"I'm in heat! Can you believe it? It started in the middle of the ceremony, and Raccoonclaw said it must be because I got horny from watching," Snowpaw meowed happily. Her usual cheery disposition just confirmed Berrypaw's thoughts of no one else noticing Mistcloud's distress.

"That's great, Snowpaw. Congrats," she mewed, hoping that her sister would walk away soon. She needed to get to Mistcloud.

But, of course, Snowpaw held her captive in conversation for a while. She chatted about how it felt, who she hoped to mate with, and asked if Berrypaw felt hers coming on yet. Berrypaw considered swiping at her sister in frustration, but knew that it wasn't going to help her much. Besides, Snowpaw was her littermate and she couldn't harm a single whisker on the white tabby, no matter how annoying she was.

Thankfully, Snowpaw spotted Pantherpaw and quickly trotted off to pester him instead. With her sister gone, Berrypaw quickly set to finding Mistcloud.

The warrior wasn't in her new den, nor did she seem to be anywhere else in camp. Berrypaw wondered if she'd have to wait until Mistcloud returned, since it was likely that she wouldn't be able to find her in their large territory, especially if Mistcloud didn't want to be found. But, by pure luck, she spotted a glob of cum on a leaf only about ten fox-lengths from camp. Making her decision, Berrypaw opted to follow the trail.

Above her the sky was turning a dusky, reddish-orange that easily reminded Berrypaw of Orangedawn, and she knew that it would soon be dark. She continued on, eyeing every drop of cum until she heard a strange sound. For a moment, she feared that it was a predator of some sort, perhaps a fox that caught sight of her while she was busy searching for her clanmate. But she soon recognized the sounds as sobs and sniffles, and realized that she had found Mistcloud.

The young warrior was crying as she desperately licked her pussy, likely hoping to clean out most of Stingtail's sperm. A pinkish mixture of what Berrypaw assumed to be blood and semen had pooled around her hindquarters and some of it even clumped in her fur. Mistcloud didn't seem to notice Berrypaw's approach until the apprentice was a mere tail-length away.

"G-go away," she sniffled, "Le-leave me alone."

"Are you alright?" Berrypaw asked, ignoring what she'd been told to do. That was a stupid question, however, since the answer was sitting before her.

"Peachy," Mistcloud spat with a glare. One of her hind-legs were still propped up, exposing her wounded core. It was still gaping from the ceremony, allowing more cum to ooze out.

Berrypaw gazed at her with pity, though she knew that it might not be appreciated. Regardless, she walked up and sat down beside the warrior, and began to assist her clean-up. She found that the metallic taste of blood, and the salty flavor of semen did not go well together, but she continued to lick at the she-cat's fur anyway.

Mistcloud seemed to drop her guarded façade, and went back to grooming as well. The two worked quietly, the only sounds coming from their tongues combing through soiled fur. This was a rather unfortunate bonding moment, but it was welcome. As soon as they finished, the half-sisters leaned against each other, and Berrypaw listened to Mistcloud's ranting.

"All this mating," the warrior growled, "is awful. Why can't anyone see that? Sure, it may be fun every-now-and-then, but this is too much. It's painful."

Berrypaw couldn't say that she agreed, but she remained silent and allowed her sister's frustrations to flow. She was actually shocked by how much Mistcloud hated mating, and wondered who much the warrior had been suffering all this time. It must have been terrible for her.

"Now I'm probably pregnant, and with that piece of fox-dung as my kits' father," Mistcloud meowed in grief. Glancing at the sleek she-cat's belly, Berrypaw tried to imagine it bloated with kits, but simply couldn't.

"There's a chance that you might not be," she comforted, "And even if you are, I'm sure you'll be a good mother."

Mistcloud glanced at her and shook her head, "You don't understand, Berrypaw; and I can't expect you to. You have the same view as the rest of them."

Eyes widening, Berrypaw opened her jaws to say something before Mistcloud abruptly stood and hurried away, deeper into the territory. This time, Berrypaw didn't follow her. She understood that her elder sister likely needed to cope on her own now, and that there was nothing that she could really do to help. She couldn't stop Mistcloud from getting pregnant, nor could she soothe the warrior's hatred.

Feeling unaccomplished, Berrypaw slowly made her way back to camp, and hoped that she'd be able to forget the day with sleep. She also hoped that Mistcloud could find some peace soon.

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A/N: Don't look at me.

Here's a question: Should Mistcloud get pregnant? If so, do give me some suggestions for the kits' names and appearances.

Later, my lovelies!

~ Tina