Mistystar stayed where she was watching the Windclan cats slowly leave. Once they were all gone Ivorypaw watched as their leader leapt onto the fallen log. Their leader sat there in the growing darkness as the clan stood motionless waiting for her to say something. But she stayed quiet so Ivorypaw turned to her brother. His face was clawed and torn blood streamed from a wound that stretched across his muzzle and his flank was badly scarred. "Come on Stormpaw Willowshine need to look at that." Stormpaw stumbled on his paws but slowly followed. As the two apprentices made their way to the medicine cat den, the clan arranged themselves from worst wounded to least. Stormpaw was the first to be looked at thankfully. Ivorypaw made her way into the line close behind him with a torn ear and ripped up flanks.
As she waited for her turn she looked at her mother who was one of the last ones. She then looked over to Mistystar who was still sitting quietly on the fallen log and followed her gaze. Mistystar was looking at her mother Rosethorn not tearing her gaze from the warrior for anything. Slowly the moon rose into the night sky as the last cat was looked at and Ivorypaw made her way to the apprentice den with Hedgepaw at her side. A shriek split through the air from the nursery and everyone stopped in their paw steps and turned to look. Fishpelt, a tom, raced out "Duckfur is having her kits!" He yelled worried but he couldn't hide his happiness, they were his kits after all. Willowshine padded over on her tired paws "Are you sure Fishpelt?" she must be worried but Ivorypaw didn't know why. Fishpelt nodded another wail retreating the nursery.
Willowshine sighed and looked behind her "Have the apprentice's go out and find a few twigs I don't want one to be alone. Fishpelt, come with me and well first go get wet moss I believe I'm all out. Ivorypaw sighed as her Hedgepaw met up with his brother Hawkpaw "Stormpaw won't be able to come he can barely walk," She explained to them.
"That's fine," Hawkpaw nodded "Three of us should be enough."
Once they returned Ivorypaw collected all the sticks and hurried into the nursery. Fishpelt retrieved them and placed them in front of Duckfur who immediately snatched up the closest one. Willowshine shooed Ivorypaw out of the den. Ivorypaw sighed with relief that she was no longer needed and turned to retreat to her nest. Her mother Rosethorn was heading toward the medicine cat den, most likely to check on Stormpaw, when a howl exploded from the air like the thunder in a storm. Mistystar was on top of Rosethorn in a single heart beat with both paws pressed down on the she-cats throat holding her down, "YOU!" Mistystar screeched "It was you!"
"Are you insane?!" Rosethorn growled pushing Mistystar off of her, and then suddenly her look turned "Why would I possibly do such a thing to such precise kits." Ivorypaw saw how the sneer cut through Mistystar like a hidden needle. "Is it really that easy to see the blood on my claws." Rosethorn laughed "Wow! You are certainly too smart for me, Mistystar." Rosethorn sat back on her haunches.
Unease rippled through Ivorypaws pelt, no, she thought, mother no you can't do this to me and Stormpaw! Mistystar glared at Rosethorn "I should have done so long ago Rosethorn. I shouldn't have let you live past the battle with The Dark Forest. You should be dead!" Mistystar bristled "You are exiled from Riverclan!"
Silence bore its way onto the camp. Here and there cats would exchange glances worried about what was going to happen next. Mistystar walked up to Rosethorn and spat into her face "If I ever see you here again or hear of you better pray to Starclan you're already dead."
Rosethorn shook her head and smiled "Starclan doesn't exist to me." Rosethorn stood and walked past Mistystar and out of the clearing leaving behind signs of relief and fear, but she never looked back. Ivorypaw stared after her mother in shock as Willowshine padded out of the den "Duckfur has given birth to four kits two toms and two she-kits." Ivorypaw watched her as she went over to Mistystar who seemed worried by what the Medicine cat told her. Turning around she glimpsed inside the nursery as the cats disappeared into their den.
The kits looked frail and fragile. One she-kit was golden furred like Duckfur another was a calico tabby one of the toms was a dark ginger tabby and the other was a solid brown. Ivorypaw greeted Fishpelt as he padded out "The kits are beautiful."
"Thanks, we gave them names already."
"What are they?"
"The two she kits are Tulipkit and Seedkit and the two toms are Swallowkit and Bearkit."
"Those are great names!" Ivorypaw smiled.
"Yeah it's just…."
"What's wrong Fishpelt?"
"They were born too early they might not make it…" He padded of shoulders slumped and defeated. Ivorypaw sighed and began to pad to her den when Mistystar stopped her "Ivorypaw your brother is too injured to take his warrior assessment right now but if you're up for it I'd be glad to have a new warrior."
Ivorypaw shook her head me and Stormpaw are going to be made warriors together Mistystar."
(Sorry about short chapter next one will be longer for sure)