Hullo everyone! Sorry for the update day sort of changing about! I'm going to try and make Saturday update day starting from when I get back home. I'm in Dartmoor for the week right now, it's so beautiful! I've gotten so many lovely photos of the Dartmoor ponies, with some especially adorable ones of the mares and foals. They're so photogenic! xD

THE BLUE MOON ONE-SHOT CONTEST!

Right, for those of you who aren't so artsy or prefers painting a world with words rather than paint, it's time for the Blue Moon one-shot contest! The theme is 'in the future'. So basically, you've got to write a one-shot about where you can imagine our lovely kitties in 24 moons time, so 2 years time. So, will they have a mate, kits? What will have happened with the twolegplace cats? Will they have been defeated? Will they still be around? Will they have won the lake? What do you think will have happened OR what would you LIKE to happen? c: It's up to you!

To enter, you can either private message me your one-shot or post it as a story and send me the link. Or, if you don't have an account, you can either leave it in a review or you can post it elsewhere, another site perhaps, then send me the link. :3

~ PRIZES ~

1st ~ You get to design a kit for one of the upcoming litters! (I'll let you know who the parents are if you win, don't want to spoil things here)

A full body image of a character of your choice, with shading and a basic background

2nd ~ A head-shot of a character of your choice, shading and background

A full-body image of a character of your choice, no shading or background

3rd ~ A sketch of a character of your choice

A head-shot of a character of your choice, no background or shading

If there are any that I particularly like, but don't place, you might receive a special prize!That's about it really. Good luck!

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You guys are super good at guessing stuff. Quite a few of you managed to work out what was going to happen in your reviews, I think I might be making things too obvious. ;-;

Disclaimer - I don't own Warriors

~ Review Replies ~

Blazerkitty129 ~ Yay! Dewclaw love! 3 It's quite funny, in Untold Secrets, everyone hated Dewclaw. xD Poor guy.

Nightfeather ~ Hehe, I love unicorn racing. I feel very passionately about it, it's a beautiful sport... Anyway. xD Yay! Another person who loves Dewy! 3 He's an adorable grumpy lump.

Orangeflight ~ Thank you! Hmm... I think his death did 'cause it a bit, but that's not the main reason why she can be so cold. ^^ I love Redflower too, she's a really sweet cat. I don't know whether it's noticeable, but you can see her sort of growing up and maturing with each chapter, which I quite like, my baby's growing up! :'D

ChongoDoesTheCongo ~ Yus...

A Silky Kiwi ~ - I'm sorry. I just had to call you that. You are a Silky Kiwi. Indeed. xD Thanks! :D

Willowdream of ForestClan ~ DUN DUN DUN! D: Nu, Dewy Claws and Redflower!

Blaze ~ Yay! Unicorn racing buddy! Ya, Onestar and Crowstar can be poos. There's more to their actions than meets the eye though... xD I feel sorta the same to be honest, I can't really pick a favourite! I do love Moley though. 3 Yup! I'm in Dartmoor right now! It's so beautiful and wild and free. I wanna live here. :D

Celtic Silver ~ Details for the one-shot are above if you'd like to enter. :3 I might possibly do a one-off point of view from Onestar, but that'll be a little way in the future I think as there's some stuff I'm still working out in regards to the Onestar/WindClan situation. :P N'aw, school sucks, I hope it wasn't too bad. :/

Alwayssearching2012 ~ Thank you! :D -huggles-

Frosty ~ Ooh, have a fun vacation! :D

Guest/Dawnflight ~ Thank you once again! All I can say is you're very good at reading between the lines and working stuff out. If I say anything else, I'm bound to come out with a spoiler. ^^'

Angel ~ xD Thank you!

Spottedmoth123 ~ Aw, thank you! -virtual hugs- Hehe, it wasn't a reference to Frozen, though it could quite easily have been, I didn't realise that. xD Frozen is a guilty pleasure of mine, I'll admit. Yup, that spy they lost... That was Icecloud. -le gasp- Though her mate isn't in the group... -cue dramatic music- xDD

Icy ~ Drama, drama indeed! It's in the air! I can smell it too! It doesn't smell very good either. :/ (I'm sorry, I'm super lazy and giving everyone nicknames, I hope you don't mind me calling you Icy)

Shady ~ Again, I'm giving in to laziness and just giving everyone nicknames, so I might just call you Shady from now on... Hehe, I think I know how to end it. It'll be a semi cliffhanger, if that makes sense... Whoops, spelling mistake. xD Thanks for pointing that out! Ambersky and Snowy will be in this chapter, don't worry. ^^

berkswarriors ~ xD Thank you! Redflower and Ambersky! Yay! :D

Silverkitty16 ~ Oh dear, going back to school is rather poo-ish indeed. D: Hehe, I love Ambersky. I'm also really weird and I love Night! But then again, I know all about his back story and stuff, so that helps.

Cupcaketail ~ xDDD Yeah, that's definitely a good thing. Bootiful, bootiful indeed. The bootifulness is just bootiful. xD I love how so many people just call Whitefern 'Asparagus' and 'White Asparagus', it kills me every time, I swear. xDDD Thank you!

Snowfeather4876 ~ Poor Dewy, being confined. That poor little grumpy lump. I love Dewy Claws too, but then again, I love almost all the character in da story. :3

Raven cries Nevermore ~ I hope so! Love will find a way! xD Oh man, that was cheesy... ignore that... Thank you! :D

Guest ~ Aw, thank you so much! You don't know how much that means to me! Ya, I was very busy with school, homework and tests during that time, but for now, I can update often! I'm afraid in September there might be a lull in updates once more as I'm entering year 10 and preparing for GCSEs, so I'm sorry in advance. Anyway, for the story, you could always share it on FictionPress? It's the same set up as , except it's for original fiction. I'm a member on there (tangledwhispers) and I'll probably post some of my original stories at some point. That might be a good place to share your writing. Good luck with it! :D

Righty, I present chapter fifteen! There are probably going to be a couple more chapters, then it's onto Dark Skies! Darkness approaches! The storm clouds are starting to gather, who knows when the storm will break? :O

Snowfall

Out of all the cats that fought in the battle, Snowfall had been one of the unlucky ones. The twolegplace cats had fought much better than expected and in the midst of battle, the small white tom had found himself facing a greatly larger opponent than him. It didn't help that Snowfall had never been particularly gifted in battle.

Though his condition wasn't critical, the white tom had definitely received one of the worst injuries of all the cats who'd fought, emerging from the battle with a scarred pelt and a dislocated leg. Although Leafpool had clicked it back into place, it still hurt desperately and Snowfall was unable to put any weight on it, so, much to his dismay, he'd been forced to stay in the medicine cat's den until he'd healed.

Being completely hopeless and lying in his nest most of the day, the white tom was taken back to the border skirmish with ShadowClan so many moons before. He never seemed to have much luck in battle.

It'd only been two days since the battle, but the white tom had already been visited by Ambersky, Seedflight, Lilystream and his parents. Unsurprisingly, however, Dewclaw hadn't yet shown his face. The fluffy, white tom doubted the dark grey tom even knew his wounds had taken him to the medicine cat's den.

Dewclaw hadn't spoken to Snowfall at all since their argument and though the words that the dark grey tom had hurled at him still stung bitterly, all he wanted was to talk to his brother. He didn't want to argue with the grey tom, perhaps they could talk things out? Snowfall, if anything, just wanted to apologise. Perhaps Dewclaw had over-reacted slightly, but the white tom had come to realise there were truths to his brother's words. In the end, it was up to Dewclaw to make his own decisions and choose his own path, Snowfall had intruded too much in his brother's life. It didn't quite excuse Dewclaw's reaction though.

The long-haired white tom sighed, resting his head on his paws. Leafpool was out checking on the kits and queens whilst Jayfeather was out collecting herbs, so he was quite alone in the medicine cave. Pebblepaw had spent the first night in the medicine cat's den, but Leafpool had given him the all clear to return to the Apprentices' Den the previous evening, though the apprentice was off duties for half a moon.

Dawn light pooled into medicine cave, filling it with warm, golden light. Making sure to not put any strain on the leg which he'd dislocated, the white tom sat up a little, embracing the sun's warmth on his pelt. He gave a slight purr, feeling a glow ripple through him as the warmth seeped into his battle-weary limbs. He'd not slept at all that night, so his whole body was aching, both from exhaustion and pain. Instead, he'd spent the night tossing a moss-ball about (when everyone was asleep, so no one would see it) and peering out through the cave entrance and up at the moon and stars. Despite the fact that he'd been unable to sleep, it had been a rather peaceful night, but he was paying the price now as he struggled to comprehend the world around him.

His stomach growled at him, but the white tom couldn't grasp the effort to get some prey from the fresh-kill pile. Eyelids fluttering shut, Snowfall decided to try and see if he could sneak a little sleep now, though he highly doubted it.

Waiting for sleep to take him away, the white tom listened to the sound of his heart beating. It was incredible how, no matter what, his heart kept beating, consistent and never-ending. Occasionally it would stray from its normal rhythm, but it would always return to that same regular beat. He couldn't help but admire it.

It took him a moment to realise there was a second heartbeat. He frowned, his eyes flickering open. Seedflight smiled warmly at him, the warm body of a thrush hanging from her jaws. His heart soared and he gave a loving purr without even thinking about it.

Seedflight laid beside him so their pelts pressed together, just like that night so many moons ago, "You look exhausted," she murmured, licking his cheek affectionately, "No sleep again last night?"

Snowfall shook his head.

The pretty pale ginger she-cat met his gaze for a moment and in that heartbeat, time stopped. Sometimes he forgot how beautiful she was, then it was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Her soft, glossy pale ginger pelt, her delicate paws and her bright green eyes, he couldn't help but find himself captivated.

She nosed the thrush towards him, "Hungry? I just went hunting."

"How did you know?" he mewed softly, amber eyes soft with love. He gently took the thrush and didn't hesitate in sinking his teeth into the prey, tearing into the warm, tender flesh. The flavour melted on his tongue and his heart lifted even more. He was so lucky to have Seedflight; she knew him better than he knew himself, she always knew what he needed and she was just so beautiful. Everytime he looked at her, he couldn't help but fall in love with her all over again.

Seedflight waited for him finish the thrush before asking thoughtfully, concern for the white tom flickering behind her green eyes, "Do you feel any better today?" her gaze picked over him for a moment, then she added, "You look a little better. Your pelt needs grooming though," she began to smooth down his fluffy white pelt, which was ruffled and messy from the night.

"A little better," he admitted, relishing her warm and gentle touch.

When she reached one of his wounds, she would slow her movements slightly, tenderly rasping her tongue over scar. It greatly soothed the white tom and let out a drowsy purr, smiling. It was just so… relaxing.

Seedflight nuzzled him lovingly and planted a soft lick on the top of his head, "You really didn't get any sleep at all last night, did you?" her voice was soft and silky, flowing smoothly like water over pebbles.

"…Yeah," he murmured softly, trying to keep his eyes open. Why was it that he could try to get to sleep for the whole night and not get so much as a wink, but as soon as Seedflight turned up, she could soothe him to sleep in moments. He didn't want to sleep now, he wanted to spend time with Seedflight.

"I… You…"

"Hush," Seedflight murmured softly, "Don't you worry about me, you need your rest if you're to heal," her gaze flickered over him briefly. She brushed her tail lightly over his flank, "I can get you some herbs to soothe the pain if you like? I'm sure Leafpool and Jayfeather won't mind," her gaze picked over his wounds before flicking up to the herb store. She paused then meowed, her voice soft, "Some dandelion might do the trick."

She busied herself, collecting the herbs. Snowfall watched her from his nest, blinking sleepily, "Are you… Are you sure you know what you're doing with those herbs?" he muttered, tipping his head slightly to one side, "We can wait until Leafpool gets back from the nursery."

"Nonsense," she dismissed his suggestion, "When I was a kit, I'd often visit the medicine cave to see Jayfeather, I know what I'm doing, trust me," she offered him several long, green leaves, "Dandelion," she told him, "If you chew it, that should help ease any aches and pains."

Snowfall studied the dandelion leaves for a moment before deciding he could trust Seedflight's medicine skills and chewing the leaves slowly. It was quite remarkable that she could remember the plant from visits to the medicine cat den when she was but a young kit.

For a while, there didn't seem to be an effect and Snowfall was about to tell Seedflight, but then he felt the pain slip away. There was still a dull ache, but that was easy to ignore. He exhaled heavily, his eyelids growing heavy.

He didn't want to sleep now, but he was just so tired. Blackness crept into the corners of his vision.

A yawn parted the white tom's jaws and Snowfall sank deeper into the mossy nest. Seedflight returned to his side once more. As he gave in to temptation, letting his eyelids fall shut, he caught a glimpse of bright green eyes. Then blackness. Nothing but darkness as reality melted away into a world of dreams.

A paw prodded his side. Soft and gentle at first, then with more force. Snowfall rolled over, reluctant to part ways with the comfort of sleep, ignoring whoever it was. The paw prodded him again, a voice hissing in his ear, "Hey, wake up! Snowfall!"

The white tom groaned. It seemed like the first time in moons that he'd slept so well. He didn't want to awaken now. But he could feel sub-consciousness slipping away from him, slowly, then all at once. He blinked, slowly opening his eyes to meet whoever had awoken him. A pair of bright amber eyes stared down at him.

"Ambersky?" he murmured drowsily, blinking in confusion, "Why'd you"-

"Shh," she brushed her tail to his jaws, "I need to talk to you."

"Was it really necessary to wake me up?" he asked, slowly rising in his mossy nest. From the corner of his eye, he could see that it was past sun-high and the covering of clouds that had settled upon the clan this morning had lifted. Did I really sleep that long? He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of restlessness and the need to get up and moving.

"Yes," Ambersky's voice was hushed and she frequently stole glances over her shoulder. Snowfall noticed the den was empty once more. Where is everyone? He sat taller in his nest, his amber gaze flicking upwards and around the cave. Leafpool and Jayfeather were nowhere to be seen. Seedflight had also left, judging from her scent, a while before.

"Where is…" he trailed off, a yawn cutting his words short. Blinking, he repeated himself, "Where is everybody?"

Ambersky shot yet another glance over her shoulder. Concern flickered behind her amber orbs as she murmured, "Ivypool's kitting. Leafpool and Jayfeather are with her right now," she paused, taking a deep breath, before adding, "I've been needing to talk to you since the battle. I've been waiting for the medicine cat's den to be empty since, I was going to try and speak to you this morning, but Seedflight was there."

His concern growing, Snowfall sat up tall, the drowsiness fading from his amber gaze. If Ambersky had needed the Medicine Cat's Den to be empty to speak to him it must surely be important. He swallowed, tilting his head slightly to one side, "What is it?" he asked, his mew soft-spoken and scarcely audible.

Ambersky blinked, drawing in a deep breath before speaking, her voice low, her words barbed slightly by concern, "During the battle, I noticed… I noticed…" she broke off, shaking her head, before continuing, "I noticed Redflower. She looked like she was expecting kits. I didn't really think much of it straight away, then I realised that Dewclaw was racing towards her. He was protecting her, fighting beside her," her gaze met Snowfall's, "You know how close they were on the journey? I think… I think she might be expecting his kits."

As Ambersky spoke, Snowfall's heart sunk lower and lower. Oh mouse-dung, mouse-dung. I should've known. If Dewclaw was meeting Redflower, this was bound to be happen, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in the pit of his stomach, If I'd known Redflower was expecting his kits… I wouldn't have tried to stop Dewclaw from meeting her. Of course, this must be why he was suddenly thinking about joining SkyClan. I'm sorry, Dewclaw. I didn't know, I didn't know. You're going through enough with Redflower. And now kits?

Lowering his head, he didn't quite meet Ambersky's gaze. She was looking to him expectantly, awaiting some shocked reaction or something, Snowfall assumed. He sighed, before lifting his eyes to his sister once more, "This isn't completely unexpected," he admitted, "I found out a half-moon or so ago that Dewclaw was meeting Redflower. I wanted to tell you, but he made me promise not to tell anyone. We… We had an argument because I tried to stop him meeting her and I didn't want to make things worse…" he summoned a deep breath, forcing himself to hold the eye contact, "I… He told me he was thinking of joining SkyClan, but… but he never told me about the kits."

Ambersky's eyes widened, "You… You knew?" she echoed, completely blown away by disbelief, "You knew he was meeting her?"

"You know Dewclaw, if I told you, if I told anyone, he would've ripped my pelt off. I really wanted to tell you, believe me."

Ambersky eyed him for a moment before exhaling loudly, "You said… You said he's thinking of joining SkyClan?" she meowed as calmly as she could, "Is he… Is he serious?"

Snowfall nodded solemnly.

The pale grey-and-white warrior studied him closely for a moment, "What do you think he should do?"

The white-furred tom was caught off guard a little. He didn't want Dewclaw to keep meeting Redflower, he didn't want him to break the warrior code, but he wanted him to be happy. What is he supposed to do? Of course, no matter how annoying the dark grey tom could be, Snowfall wanted him to stay in ThunderClan. But it would mean him living apart from his mate and unborn kits. He hadn't really thought about it before, if he was Dewclaw, what would he choose?

He remained silent for a further few moments, lost to his thoughts. It was with a heavy heart that he realised what he would choose. I'd choose to join SkyClan.

His amber gaze lifted to Ambersky, sadness misting his eyes, "I… I think he should do whatever he think's right," he meowed slowly.

The pale grey-and-white warrior processed his words for a moment before responding, "I don't know what to do," she confessed, helplessness pooling in her gaze, "I want to be happy for him. He's going to be a father, he's going to have tiny little kits," her gaze softened for a moment before she blinked it away, "But… But he's breaking the warrior code. He should be with Redflower and his kits, but I… I don't know what I'd do without him, I've grown rather fond of that grumpy ball of fur."

She seemed to feel just as Snowfall did. The white tom, sitting up a little taller, brushed his tail past her flank, "I know," he murmured softly, "I… I think we should talk to him. I want to apologise for our argument, but he hasn't gone near me since."

Ambersky paused before speaking, "I just don't know what to do," she muttered, hanging her head low, "I just… I just want him to be happy," she took a deep breath, her gaze flickering over Snowfall for a moment, "I heard he was confined to camp for a moon and a half or something. He won't be able to meet Redflower…" she was silent for a moment, before she mewed, "What if Redflower thinks something's happened to him?"

Before Snowfall could even open his jaws to reply, Ambersky cut in again.

"Oh mouse-dung, she might think Dewclaw doesn't want to meet her anyone. We've got to tell her!"

"Ambersky, I don't think we should interfere any further," Snowfall tried to sway her opinion, his voice soft, "I know you want to do something, but this is something Dewclaw must deal with on his own. He'll have our tails off if he finds out."

Ambersky's jaws opened slightly, then she clamped them shut, turning away with a brisk flick of her tail so that she faced the medicine cat's den entrance, "I… I don't…" she broke off, frowning, then slowly moving to face Snowfall once more. She gave a heavy sigh, "I… You're probably right… As much as I hate to admit it," she swallowed, "I just wish… I just wish everything was simpler."

The snowy-pelted tom held her gaze, "You're not the only one."

Molespots

As soon as Trigger had left them, Foxleap and Molespots decided to go about making their nests. Their was an odd aching sensation in the brown-and-cream tom's chest as he now gazed upon the fruits of their labour, two mossy nests, side by side. This was where they would return to each night, not the Stone Hollow, this was their home, at least until they had gathered enough information about the twolegplace cats that they could leave.

Foxleap cleared his throat, "Now that's done… What now?"

Molespots let his gaze flick up and around the clearing that the twolegplace cats, no, the Watchers, called home. After the initial shocked whispers and curious looks, the cats had come to ignore Foxleap and Molespots, or Fox and Mole as they now supposedly called themselves.

"I have absolutely no idea," Molespots replied honestly. What exactly where they supposed to do now? They'd practically been left to their own devices, were they meant to just sit here all day or were they supposed to be helping the other cats in their duties. Trigger had mentioned something about rules that they needed to learn, perhaps someone would come along soon and explain about that.

It was as if his thoughts had been read, for within heartbeats a new figure emerged into the clearing. He was a grey tabby tom, with neat white paws and amber eyes. The way the cat strode across the clearing demanded authority and as he passed, cats dipped their heads before returning to their individual duties.

The tom crossed the clearing towards Foxleap and Molespots, his gaze fixing upon the two of them. Molespots forced himself to calm, dipping his head when the grey tabby reached them. From the corner of his eye, he could see Foxleap doing the same.

"Fox, Mole, correct?" he demanded immediately. The coldness of his words reminded Molespots greatly of Night and a shiver ran through him. He swallowed, nodding slowly, not meeting the grey tabby tom's scrutenizing gaze as it picked over the two cats.

He nodded, before at last speaking, placing his words carefully, "You may call me Flint," he stated, "I am one of the Senior Watchers, here on the orders of Night to educate you in the ways of our divisions," he paused briefly before continuing, "If you are to live amongst us, you must be aware of our rules," his gaze flickered back and forth between Foxleap and Molespots, "You have been shown around our camp I understand?"

"Yes," Foxleap put in, "Trigger showed us."

"Good."

There was a moment's silence before Flint spoke once more, "I'll not linger and get straight to the point," he meowed sharply, "Almost all the cats you see around you, including myself and Night, are Watchers. This is not our division in its entirity, but more Watchers and cats from the other divisions will be arriving tonight," his gaze strayed across the clearing briefly before returning to Molespots and Foxleap, "There are four divisions in all: The Watchers, The Healers, The Fighters and The Seekers. There is a Chief Watcher in each division, but they are led by the all-powerful leader, our faithful Guardian, of whom will be arriving in camp tonight."

Just as Flint had said, he got straight to explaining about the cats of the divisions. He was a very well-spoken, 'no dithering' sort of cat, Molespots had already learnt. It was quite hard to keep up with all the new information, but Molespots didn't speak out, keeping his jaws firmly shut and trying to soak up all the words being hurled at himself and Foxleap.

"You may have been led to understand that Night is our leader?" Flint chuckled lightly, "Sure, he's currently responsible for the camp, but he's not our guardian. In fact, he's not even our Chief Watcher, or a Senior Watcher, like myself. He's but a young watcher," Molespots wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in Flint's voice when he spoke of Night, "The Guardian put him in charge, he's looking for a cat to take his place when he gets old. Night is one of the possible candidates."

Night had always seemed like such a poweful figure, it was surprising to learn that in actual fact, he was much less of a leader than they'd been led to believe. But the spotted brown-and-cream tom didn't have much time to dwell upon this, because Flint had started speaking once more.

"Anyway, so the divisions come from the town, twolegplace I think you call it? That's what Breeze said," he let his words hang in the air for a moment, contemplating briefly before continuing, "But as we grow in numbers and strength, a new home is required. Which is why we are here. Before long, we will have the lake to ourselves and we will be able to flourish once more."

The grey tabby tom looked to the two clan cats, as if challenging them to speak. When they remained silent, he opened his jaws and words flowed out again, "Each of our divisions work together under the Guardian's leadership to create a strong group. We, as Watchers, are bound to the duty of, as the name clearly suggests, watching over our town," he explained, "We patrol borders, we are the guards. If there's trouble, we are the first to know," he paused momentarily to gulp in a breath, "We then relay any news of problems to the Fighters. The Fighters defend and protect our town from outsiders. Then there's the Hunters. They hunt and feed the divisions, delivering food to each of the camps. They also help collect herbs and plants for the Healers. Finally, the Healers. They not only heal the injured, but they also… experiment with various remedies and substances that might help us kill prey with more ease and less effort. These are also sometimes used in battle."

Sometimes used in battle? Molespots didn't quite understand what Flint meant by that, how could herbs help in battle? He shrugged it off, for the grey tabby tom was speaking once more. StarClan's whiskers, he talks fast.

"You must understand that in the divisions, weakness is not allowed," his gaze burned into Molespots for a moment before transferring to Foxleap, "If you fail initiation or training. Or if you begin to show weakness at any point, there will be consequences.

"What sort of consequences?" Foxleap dared to ask.

Flint gave the reddish tabby tom a cold look. He didn't need to speak, both Foxleap and Molespots understood what he meant. The reddish tabby warrior swallowed, his mew small, "Oh."

"As I was saying, there is to be no weakness. Kits that are small or sickly are often dealt with at birth"-

Molespots couldn't help but give a shocked gasp. Poor innocent kits? Killed purely for the sake that they're too small or a little sickly. An icy cold shiver rippled through him and he inwardly shuddered. Flint had noticed his reaction and was giving him a very cold look. Molespots' gaze trailed to his paws.

Flint looked like he was about to speak, but then Foxleap meowed slowly, placing his words carefully, "Do you… Are you guided by your ancestors, like StarClan?"

The grey tabby watcher scoffed, "Ancestors? Guiding us?" he laughed coldy, ridiculing the idea. After a moment or so, he fell silent once more, solemnity spreading across his face once more, "Of course not. What a foolish thought. When you die, you die. Nothing happens after that, there's no solid evidence of it, so it can't be true. It's nothing more than silly little beliefs. Surely you're not stupid enough to believe in something like that?"

When neither of them spoke, the humour and ridicule faded from Flint's amber gaze. He cleared his throat and breathed in deeply.

"It's funny," the grey tabby meowed coolly, "I must admit, you're quite the opposite of what I expected. I was expecting strong, brave cats, I thought that was what those fools taught you in the clans?" his whiskers twitched slightly, "I was clearly wrong. I don't, for one, believe that your loyalties lie with the divisions. Night is a fool to allow you to join," he cast a brief glance over his shoulder, as if afraid of being oveheard speaking lowly of the black tom, "We'll see what happens in the initiation tomorrow. It certainly promises to be interesting."

Molespots dislike for this cat was growing with the second. The way he spoke of the clans, of StarClan… The brown-and-cream tom so desperately wanted to rip his pelt off and make him take it back. Don't let him have the satisfaction of being bugged by his word. Just stay calm. Calm. He intook a deep breath. Calm. He held his breath for a moment before releasing it, slowly letting it spill from his jaws in an exhale.

"I shan't waste much longer telling you all about our ways of life, you know enough now," Flint meowed at last, "But of course you must know the rules, they hold our group together."

Almost like the warrior code, Molespots thought privately.

"The most important rule is that that you follow all orders that any cat with a higher rank than you gives. If another cat's orders conflicts with orders that you have already been given, you must listen to the orders of the higher ranking cat of the two. If they are the same rank, then it's the most senior of the two, understood?"

Foxleap and Molespots nodded in unison, though in honesty, the brown-and-cream tom was a little lost.

"Good. Second rule is that, if you leave camp, you must seek permission and state why you must leave camp and how long you will be. That's simple enough. At the moment, until the Hunters arrive, we must hunt for ourselves. If you need to leave camp to go hunting, then you don't need permission, but you must tell someone where you're going."

Molespots couldn't help but notice how little freedom these cats had.

"Now, in regards to taking a mate and fathering a litter of kits, which I don't expect either of you will be doing, but I must tell you anyway. Since we only want the strongest kits, only the strongests toms and she-cats are allowed to have a litter. Twice a moon we hold a competition to determine who will father the litters. Toms will have to fight, claws unsheathed, and whoever wins gets to father the litter. All toms, apart from those in training who haven't yet become full watchers, will be required to take part in these contests. If you take a mate and father a litter outside of this, punishments will be put in place without hesitation. We can't have a strong she-cat having a litter fathered by a weaker tom, the kits won't be as strong. You must understand this, we only want strong cats."

A shiver ran down Molespots' spine, sending an icy chill through him. Everything was so controlled, they were only interested in having the strongest, biggest group of cats. Foxleap remained quite still, but his eyes betrayed his inner emotions. What have we gotten ourselves into?

Flint cleared his throat, "There are many other rules of course, but they are less important. If you pass the initiation you will be briefed on them," Molespots couldn't help but notice the emphasis on 'if'. Glancing over at Foxleap, the reddish tabby tom had spotted it too.

This initiation the cats all spoke of, what could it possibly be? What would they have to do? If Molespots had learnt anything from the short time he'd spent with the division cats so far it certainly wouldn't be anything good. What if it involved the clan cats? What if they had to fight ThunderClan? Dread settled heavily inside the spotted brown-and-cream tom. So many possibilities, so many 'what if's', they'd only truly know when tomorrow arrived, it didn't seem like any cat was going to spill information about this important event that would secure them a place within the group.

"For now though," Flint's meow drew Molespots away from his thoughts and back to reality, "You might as well make yourselves useful. When the other divisions arrive later they'll be hungry, you two can go hunting," he gestured towards the forest, "Take as long as you want, don't return until you've got more prey than you carry."

When the two toms didn't move immediately, the grey tabby tom flicked his tail sharply, "Well, go on then! The prey won't come leaping into your paws!"

Blinking, Molespots and Foxleap hurriedly dipped their heads to the Senior Watcher before hurring off towards the forest. When they were out of ear-shot of Flint, Molespots turned to Foxleap and muttered, "I've got a bad feeling about these cats."

The reddish tabby tom didn't reply, instead he just nodded. As they entered the forest, Molespots didn't feel the usual refreshing energy he did when he set paw in the trees, instead he felt a sickening feeling welling up within him. Whatever happened tomorrow, he was not looking forward to it.

The moon was high in the sky, dawn painting the sky a paler blue on the horizon, when Molespots was awoken. Almost immediately he sat up, his heart racing when he didn't recognise his surroundings. Where… Where am I?

For a moment he gazed around hopelessly, his amber gaze clouded with confusion. He lay in a mossy nest, open to the sky above, the clearing around him dotted with nests. Then a reddish tabby pelt pierced his vision and suddenly everything came flooding back.

Foxleap blinked at him, concern pooling in his amber gaze, "You… You okay there, Molesp… Mole, I mean?" he asked inclining his head slightly to one side.

The spotted brown-and-cream tom slowly sat up in his nest, his eyes adjusting to the light, he nodded, "I… Yeah," his attention was caught by movement amongst the other watchers in nearby nests and no sooner than he'd opened to his jaws to speak, they fell shut once more.

Excited murmurs were being exchanged as the cats rose from their nests, eyes wide in the silver moonlight. Molespots could just about catch some of their words.

"… Do you really think?"

"Now the Guardian's here we'll soon win this war and we'll have the lake all to ourselves!"

"I feel kinda bad for the clan cats though, they live here already and"-

"Oh, don't be dung-brained, Soot."

Molespots rose to his paws, shooting a glance over at Foxleap, "The other divisions have arrived," he hissed, amber eyes wide. Foxleap nodded.

"Should we go see?" the reddish tabby tom murmured, his amber gaze drifting to the cats moving around them. They were leaving the clearing, presumably heading towards the central part of camp, the twoleg nest. Molespots swallowed, then nodded.

The two toms melted in with the other watchers, padding in silence through the night. There was a slight chill to the air and a soft breeze stirred the trees from their slumber as Molespots and Foxleap followed the watchers, soon emerging into the large clearing that hosted the abandoned twoleg nest.

When the two ThunderClan warriors had arrived earlier that day, the clearing had been scarcely occupied, but now it was teeming with more cats than Molespots could count. Cats of every colour pelt, their pelts tinged silver in the moonlight. They were all facing towards the wall of the twoleg nest, where Molespots could just make out, through the crowd, a lone figure.

Was it Night? A second glimpse of the cat told him it wasn't, he looked much older than the black tom. As cats rushed forward to greet one another, old friends reunited once more, Molespots and Foxleap slipped through the crowds, hoping to get a closer look at the cat. Could it be the Guardian? The all-powerful leader that Flint had spoken of?

Wriggling around a black-and-white tom who looked asleep on his paws, the brown-and-cream tom at last could get a good look at the lone figure. He motioned for Foxleap to sit beside him with a tip of his head.

The cat, whether he was the Guardian or not, was certainly a sight to behold, and one that made Molespots' blood run cold. There was simply something about the cat that struck his heart with fear.

He was a dark grey tabby, largely built with many scars marking his striped pelt. But it was not his pelt that caught the brown-and-cream tom's attention, it was his eyes. His left was a sky blue whilst his right was a soft amber shade.

A cat with different coloured eyes? Molespots had heard of them, but he'd never seen one before. If he wasn't so rooted to the spot with fear, he might marvel at it for a moment. It was quite extraordinary to have eyes like that.

Blinking away the surprise, the spotted warrior turned to speak to Foxleap, but his words were cut short when the dark grey tabby tom began to speak.

"My cats, The Watchers, The Healers, The Hunters and The Fighters," his words resonated authority. Molespots decided when he started speaking that this clearly was The Guardian, the mysterious cat that they'd only ever heard of, "It may not seem like much now, but we have at last found a place where we can thrive once more," he motioned with a flourish of his tail towards the lake, just visible through the trees, "Once we have won this war, it'll all be ours."

Molespots shifted uncomfortably. Foxleap shot a glance over at the brown-and-cream tom. The same anxiety was reflected in the reddish tabby tom's amber gaze.

The Guardian continued to speak, his voice ringing out through the clearing, "Before long, the divisions will be the most powerful group of cats around!"

The cats cheered enthusiastically. Aware of looking suspicious, Molespots reluctantly joined in, but his heart wasn't in it at all.

The dark grey tabby tom turned his gaze to a black tom sitting at the end of the wall. Night, Molespots realised, "You have done a reasonable job so far, Night," The Guardian meowed, "You certainly show promise. But this supposed 'war' had been nothing more than kits play until now. Starting tomorrow, we'll show those clans what real cats are made of! This is war, real war!"

Starting tomorrow? What does he mean? The words sounded rather ominous. The divisions weren't planning an attack on the clans tomorrow, were they? His heart began to beat a little faster and he shuddered.

"We must be strong for the times ahead. We must train hard, eat well and fight stronger, then we will be victorious!"

His miss-matched gaze swept over the many cats before him, so many cats. Night certainly hadn't been exaggerating about their numbers. The number of cats in this clearing certainly equalled the number of all the clans put together, if not, a little more. What if The Guardian is right? He realised, amber eyes growing wider, these cats are bound by no warrior code, when they fight, they kill. There are so many of them, so, so many of them. Maybe we had underestimated their power?

The guardian smirked menacingly, flashing a yellowed set of fangs, "The days of the clans are over. A new dawn has arrived. The time for the divisions has come."

The suspense! I think there should be two more chapters after this! Just two left! So excited! :D

Question of the Day ~ Are there any songs that remind you of Blue Moon or the characters/pairings in it? If so, let me know! :3 Just curious. ^^

Next Chapter:

- The awaited 'initiation'

- We meet Ivypool's new kits!

- Snowfall and Ambersky have a plan!

- Dewclaw tries to meet Redflower

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