Ok guys, sorry to bother you, but I misposted one of the chapters of this story. Chapter four was overlooked, so I would recommend you read the new Chapter 4.

-Mon, 7/5/15

Chapter 8-Devastation

Mahogany's POV

The next morning, Mahogany was still having a dream about Streamleaf when a small racket outside woke him up. In that dream, instead of losing Streamleaf, he had seen Pineheart die. But why would he have such a dream?

Mahogany pushed his questions to the back of his mind and padded out of the den to see what was going on. He noticed that everyone, including his crush Streamlea,f was out of their nest.

He hurried outside to see a group of cats huddle at the entrance of the leader's den. The first cat he found was Streamleaf.

"Streamleaf, what happened? Did I sleep late? Where's Oreo?"

Streamleaf shook her head sadly. "It's Pineheart. He was murdered."

Mahogany's tail raised in alarm. "Who killed him?"

"We don't know, but Oreo tried to help. He was hurt by the intruder too."

Mahogany frowned. "But why didn't Oreo die either?"

Streamleaf shrugged unhappily and didn't answer. Suddenly he realized that a tear was trailing down her cheek.

"Oh. Sorry." I didn't know you loved him. I thought he already had a mate?

Streamleaf shook her head. "It's fine," she mewed shakily. "You might want to check on Oreo."

And with that, she left him on his own.

"OW!" Oreo yelled.

Mahogany rushed forward, a little annoyed. "What hurts now?" he asked.

"I have a thorn in my paw pad!" The injured cat held up his paw for Mahogany to see.

"Where'd the medicine cat go?" he muttered.

"He's burying Pineheart." Streamleaf mewed, padding in. She looked like she was trying hard to recover from losing the deputy.

Mahogany looked up, startled. "Alright, I'll take it out."

He bent down and examined the paw. It seemed to go straight in.

Putting his teeth around it, he warned, "I'm pulling it out on the count of three."

"Alright," Oreo replied, his voice betraying his fear.

"One...two-" yank.

"YOWEEEE! That hurt!"

"-three." Mahogany spat the thorn out. Under the blood, he thought he saw a flash of white.

White?

With a pang, he realized it was some sort of bone. A tooth- a fang.

"I'm going to bury this," Mahogany mewed hurriedly. Gingerly, he picked up the fang and squeezed out the narrow opening of the medicine den.

When he was far enough from camp, Mahogany buried the tooth under a bush. Stale scents of other cats he didn't know yet circled around a clearing not far, somewhat creeping him out.

When he looked up after finishing his work, Mahogany saw a silhouette of a cat on the other side of the clearing. It had the same color pelt as him, except even redder. It looked like a Mahogany drenched in the blood of battle.

"Hello?" he mewed. His voice rang across the clearing, loud and clear. The other cat appeared not to hear, or just chose to ignore him.

Mahogany padded towards the figure. "Who are you?" he asked.

The cat hissed and turned around, slipping soundlessly into the trees.

Maybe it was just another Thunderclan cat that I haven't met yet, he thought uneasily. But he could still remember the flash of those misleading silvery eyes.

On the way back to camp Mahogany was a little jittery, but he managed to catch a squirrel for Oreo. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image of the hissing cat out of his head.

Hawkfeather's POV (See Allegiances)

Hawkfeather woke with a start the third time that night. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she remembered, once more, how Pineheart would have been there to comfort her had he not died. She was the only cat in the nursery, her belly swollen with kits due in a week. Thunderclan had been thrown into a famine.

Hawkfeather whimpered and cowered into the nursery walls, something she hadn't done ever since she left the nursery as an apprentice. As if to add to her discomfort, her belly was constantly hurting, like it was now. Ryeheart himself had said her belly was bigger than an average pregnant Queen's.

Suddenly Hawkfeather felt a breathtakingly agonizing contraption. She wailed to the moon, to the stars...to Pineheart. Her kits weren't due in a week. What did Starclan have against her? Did she have to loose everything?

Ryeheart rushed in, bleary-eyed. "What is it?" he mewed urgently.

"I feel it...t-the-they're coming-ing."

Ryeheart didn't speak, instead his pawsteps scurried away into his den. A moment later he came back with a bundle of herbs in his mouth, his eyes gleaming in the dark.

"It's dark," Hawkfeather whispered.

"I know. I'll use my nose," he meowed.

Hawkfeather felt them again, this time more intense. She lifted her tail to find a kit already there.

"I didn't know it came out," she meowed frantically. She pawed for her kit, bringing it to her belly. Its pelt was the same as Pineheart's. "Is that supposed to be good?"

Ryeheart shook his head grimly. "Is that all?"

"No."

Hawkfeather sighed and closed her tear filled eyes, resting her head on her paws. Two of her kits had lived, but one tom, pale and limp, did not stir. It looked strangely like the new tom, named Oreo. Maybe this was an omen?

The remaining kits were brown and white. The white one was a she-cat, with a silvery aura to her pelt under the moon. There was an indescribable, yet noticeable, golden tint to the glow. As if the sun and moon themselves had lent the kit their light.

"Solarkit," she whispered, and bent down to lick its forehead.

She stroked the brown tom, identical to his father. "Oakkit."

A heartbeat later, a silver cat padded in, her paws clumsy on the nursery floor.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Hawkfeather demanded, hackles lifting.

"Relax. It's just me, Streamleaf. I've come to see my brother's kits."

So there you go. Why Pineheart and Streamleaf were so close. Anyway, I'm still thinking of warrior names for Oreo and Mahogany. Any suggestions?

Oreo will definitely be Bull something, unless you tell me a better idea.

Mahogany will be Clay something. Dunno.