I recently changed some names (because they were horrible) so yeah, just saying.

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"Thunderkit, catch!"

Pouncekit batted the moss ball towards her brother. He jumped up and caught it, pinning it to the ground.

"It's mine now," Thunderkit announced, picking it up and dashing away.

"Attack!" Pouncekit yowled, chasing after him.

Lightningkit streaked out of the bushes in front of Pouncekit and rolled Thunderkit over, tearing the moss ball from his mouth, before leaping up again. Pouncekit darted forwards and bowledher over.

"Hey!" Lightningkit protested.

"Can we play?"

Pouncekit turned her head around to see Moonkit standing behind her. She got off Lightningkit and turned to face the younger kit.

"You're not big enough, Moonkit," she mewed.

"I'm up to your shoulder," Moonkit protested.

"That's not big enough," Lightningkit replied.

"You're too small," added Thunderkit.

"No we're not!" Dewkit protested, trotting over to stand beside his sister.

"Let them play," Rockpool called from his perch on a rock next to the nursery.

"Why?" Pouncekit demanded.

Rockpool purred. "Because they are your Clanmates. Just because they are younger doesn't mean that they can't join in."

Pouncekit paused for a moment, thinking.

"So that would be like you not letting the apprentices join patrols?"

Rockpool bowed his head, ears lowering, and Pouncekit instantly knew she'd said the wrong thing. Nightpaw had been Rockpool's kit, and being reminded of her hurt him.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Roooowww!"

The screech echoed through the camp and Pouncekit looked around wildly.

"It's coming from the nursery!" Cragpaw yowled, his pelt spiked up.

"Stormclaw's kitting!" Ripplereed mewed.

Fogfeather dashed out of the healer's den and into the nursery. Pouncekit went to follow her inside, but Rockpool swept his tail around the kits.

"Leave Stormclaw in peace," he said.

"Hey!" Moonkit piped up. "These kits will be our kin, because Stormclaw is Ripplereed's littermate."

Rockpool nodded, dropping his head to look Moonkit and Dewkit in the eye.

"Take care of your smaller kin, you two."

"What about us?" Thunderkit asked. "We'll be their denmates too."

Rockpool purred in amusement. "You won't be kits much longer."

"Really?" asked Lightningkit, her eyes sparkling.

"What's going on?" Stonefall growled, skidding into camp at the head of a patrol made up of Ashstorm, Smokeclaw, Pebbletail and Wavepaw.

"We heard yowling," Smokeclaw said. "We came as fast as we could."

Rockpool nodded, and caught Pebbletail's eye.

"Your mate is kitting," he mewed.

"What!" Pebbletail screeched, before dashing across the camp.

Wavepaw came to sit besides Pouncekit.

"Hey Wavepaw," Pouncekit greeted. "Rockpool says we'll be joining the apprentice's den with you!"

"You won't be joining Wavepaw," Rockpool mewed.

"Why not?" Pouncekit asked, glancing at the white apprentice. Are we not being made apprentices?

Wavepaw puffed out her chest. "My warrior ceremony is at moonrise."

"You're gonna be a warrior?" Dewkit mewed enviously.

Wavepaw nodded.

Fogfeather darted out of the nursery.

"Wavepaw!" she called, eyes dark with worry. "Fetch me a stick!"

Wavepaw nodded and raced through the camp entrance.

"Isn't it going well?" Lightningkit asked.

"It'll be fine," Rockpool mewed.

He didn't sound sure at all.

The sun was going down by the time Stormclaw had finished kitting. She'd had five kits – a huge litter – with two born dead.

"Can we see them?" Dewkit begged.

Earthsong frowned. "You're too boisterous."

Pebbletail slid out of the nursery. "You can come in, kits."

Earthsong growled. "Did you not hear what I just…"

Pebbletail cast the healer a sideways glare, cutting off his words. "They're my kits."

Pouncekit followed the black warrior inside as Earthsong glared at them, a growl rumbling in his throat. He used to be kind and fun, but something had changed, and he was mean and constantly grumpy. Stormclaw looked up as they came in. Pouncekit winced at the queen's face. She looked exhausted and pain and sorrow were etched onto her face. Three kits suckled at her belly – a large ginger tom-kit, a pale grey she-kit and a black she-kit.

"I haven't named them yet," Stormclaw mewed.

"What about Infernokit for the tom?" Pouncekit suggested.

Pebbletail looked at her, happiness shining in his eyes. "Infernokit it is."

Stormclaw nodded. "It's a strong name. Steelkit for the grey she-cat?"

"And Battlekit for the black one," Pebbletail mewed.

Pouncekit and Lightningkit exchanged a glance. Battlekit? Stormclaw and Pebbletail seemed happy – or at least alright – with the name, but it was just so, so… wrong.

"Battlekit?" Lightningkit mewed. "You can't call her that!"

"You don't get to tell me what to do!" Pebbletail spat, his lips peeled back over his gums.

"Pebbletail!" Stormclaw said in alarm, resting her tail over her mate's back.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the HighRock for a Clan meeting!"

Pouncekit gave Pebbletail a nervous look, before dashing out of the nursery, and skidded to a stop beside her mother, Snowbird. Thunderkit and Lightningkit pelted over, and Dustclaw sat beside them. Blazestar leapt down from the HighRock to stand in the centre of the clearing.

"Today is an important day, for today a new warrior will be made," she mewed, her voice carrying across the camp. "Wavepaw, step forward."

Wavepaw, visibly trembling, stepped into the centre of the clearing and raised her head to face her leader.

"I, Blazestar, leader of LightClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn."

Blazestar paused, gazing across the Clan, and Pouncekit realised with a jolt that Blazestar must be as nervous as Wavepaw, as she'd only been leader for a few moons. It was Blazestar's first warrior ceremony. Blazestar continued, her voice ringing out loudly. "Wavepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," Wavepaw replied, her voice shaking.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Wavepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Waverush. StarClan honours you thoughtfulness and loyalty, and we welcome you as a warrior of LightClan."

"Waverush! Waverush!" the Clan cheered.

When they were silent, Blazestar continued. "I have another ceremony to perform."

Pouncekit looked around curiously. What else is going to happen? Or am I and my littermates becoming apprentices?

"Pouncekit, Lightningkit, Thunderkit, step forward."

A thrill ran through Pouncekit. They were becoming apprentices! She darted forwards, stopping right in front of Blazestar. Her littermates followed with more dignity.

"Since you're so eager, I'd better make you an apprentice first," Blazestar purred in amusement.

Pouncekit felt her pelt go hot but sat up straighter, wondering who her mentor would be.

"Shadowwhisper," Blazestar mewed. "You will mentor Pouncepaw."

Pouncepaw! She was an apprentice! She bounded over to her mentor and touched noses with him. "I'm gonna be the best apprentice ever!" Pouncepaw whispered fiercely.

"I'm sure you will," Shadowwhisper mewed.

"Ashstorm," Blazestar continued. "You will mentor Thunderpaw."

Pouncepaw watched her brother trot over to the grey tom.

"And Dawnfire will mentor Lightningpaw," Blazestar finished.

"Pouncepaw! Lightningpaw! Thunderpaw! Pouncepaw! Lightningpaw! Thunderpaw!" the Clan called.

As LightClan grew quiet again, Pouncepaw scented a faint trace of a cat scent that clearly wasn't LightClan.

"Intruder!" she called.

"Really, Pouncepaw?" Shadowwhisper sighed.

"Really," a glossy-furred black tom padded through the entrance. "I thought we'd wait until you finished your little ceremony."

"Who are you?" Rockpool snarled, stepping forwards to face the black tom.

The tom yawned, revealing razor sharp teeth. "I am Shade."

Pouncepaw's eyes widened and she unsheathed her claws. The rogues are here!

Blazestar growled. "LightClan atta…"

Shade cut in. "I do not wish to fight. I merely wish to collect my dues." A threat crept into his voice. "You Clans stole two of my cats, so I shall steal two of yours."

"Never," Rockpool growled, trembling with anger.

Shade shrugged. "Well if that's the way you want to do it…"

Cats poured into the camp behind him. Pouncepaw lashed out wildly at a black tom that shot past her. Her claws tore through fur and skin and he whirled around to face her. Pouncepaw leapt at him and he ducked away, dashing through clumps of fighting cats towards the…

"Nursery!" she yowled. "They're trying to steal the kits!"

Pouncepaw pelted after the black tom, dodging around tussling cats. She saw the tom emerge from the nursery, holding a struggling Moonkit in his jaws. A ginger and grey she-cat followed him out, holding Dewkit. A brown tom held off Brightwing, who was desperately trying to reach her kits. The two rogues holding the kits captive pelted to the entrance to camp, and Pouncekit sprinted after them. They reached the entrance and the rogues pulled themselves out of battle.

"No!" Pouncepaw shrieked, flinging herself at Dewkit's captor.

She dropped him, surprised at the attack, and he scurried back to join LightClan. Pouncepaw turned to follow him, but claws snagged in her pelt as the she-cat pulled her back. Rogues surrounded her, blocking her path.

"Help!" she yowled.

Suddenly Rockpool was there. He flung aside the untrained rogues, and pounced on the black tom holding Moonkit. The white kit struggled free, but was immediately picked up by another rogue. Pouncepaw noticed, out of the corner of her eye, Shade stalking through the rogues, placing each paw down with deliberate slowness, eyes fixed on Rockpool. Pouncepaw struggled against the rogues, trying to get to the deputy, but they pushed her back, snarling and snapping their jaws.

"Rockpool!" Pouncepaw called. "Shade!"

Rockpool turned to find the rogue leader, but too late. Shade's jaws were fastened in Rockpool's throat. Blood poured from the wound, staining both tom's fur crimson. Shade stepped back, letting Rockpool fall to the ground.

"Rockpool!" Pouncepaw yowled.

Her vision blurred as she stared at the deputy's still body.

"Rockpool!"

He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. But when she closed her eyes all she saw was his broken body, lying still, surrounded in a growing pool of blood. Rockpool, dead.

Yeah, more rogue attacks. Sorry for how long this took, I couldn't post for a while.

-SkyStorm