This to make up for a short 1st and 2nd chapter.
The clan was quiet as Leafeyes darted to the fallen warrior. "I must care for him. If you need anything talk to Fallingleaf." Leafeyes said. Fallingleaf is her apprentice, or what many called her assistant. Leafeye's yellow pelt shinned in the sun, dirt flew up as she ran back to the medic cat's den. Softkit looked over to see Redstar's teeth beard, his ears down, and his fur standing on end. Many cats know not to anger Redstar, the last who did ended up in the medicine cat's den for at least 6 moons.
This might a long war. Softkit thought. There clans here were much more territoriality than the oned at the lake. They often heard stories of the cats. Thunderclan, Shadowclan, Riverclan, and Windclan. Those were the clans at the lake, a moons journey away, they only knew this due to the fact cats had gone there, not often, but have gone. "We must talk to them, if that doesn't work, more blood will be spilled." Redstar declared aggressively. Every cat knew this was serious, nothing was going to be safe, not even Rootclan, who would get involved soon.
A moon later...
The kits had been trained to basically fight, talking hadn't worked. What is going to happen? Softkit's claws dug into the ground. Glowheart wasn't as happy as she usually was. "This is fox-dung! This is no point!" Firekit snapped. Sweetfang went over to him, it seemed even though they were almost in a war, she still had a mother's love. "There isn't much we can do. Just crossing the territory isn't bad, they hurt families. Redstar tried to talk to them about the killing of the six cats, but it didn't work." she mewed. She padded way, her light blueish-white pelt shinned in to sun along with her gentle green eyes.
Redstar was stressed more then ever, he has some grayish-white fur on his tail. The fallen warrior was back up, but Leafeyes refused to let him leave camp. "Softkit, could you do me a favor and watch Creekrock?" she asked. "Sure..." Softkit mewed. Creekrock grunted to sound of a kit watching him. "What is it like being a warrior?" Softkit asked. Creekrock turned his head as if he didn't want to say anything. "Please tell me?" Softkit begged. He growled slightly and then mewed "Fine. It is tough at times. But easy at others. You will learn that when you become become an apprentice." he said. "Why do you act so tough? My mom says you were kind and gentle." Softkit mewed.
"What does it matter? This going to be a mouse-brained idea." he growled. "But Rosethorn-" Softkit was cut off. "Don't bring her up. Stop asking so many questions." he snapped at the two old moon kit. Softkit just staired at him. His jet black pelt was standing on end. His eyes gentled but then he padded next to the fresh-kill pile. He sat down and got a mouse and started to eat. Did he like her? She died... Is that why he doesn't want her brought up?
Sorry if that was short. Anyway, there is going to be a time skip to when she and her brothers are apprentices.