Thank you all for your kind words! I wish I could hug all of you! I'm much better now, starting school again tomorrow, but just for a half-day as I get so tired. xD Gosh, I don't remember all of when I was in hospital, but apparently, my sisters said that I forgot I'd read Bramblestar's Storm and they told me Seedpaw/Seedflight died and I burst into tears. I wouldn't stop crying, so I hear, and the doctor was there. ^^' Oops.
Just so you guys know, there will be three more books after this, plus a few super editions. Below is the list of Blue Moon stories, in the order I'll be writing them:
Book One: Untold Secrets (completed, currently re-writing)
Book Two: A Journey/Crossed Paths (completed, currently re-writing)
Book Three: Eye of the Storm (completed, adding a few more chapters and stuff for the book version)
Book Four: Dark Skies (Haven't started yet)
Book Five: Falling Shadows (Haven't started yet)
Book Six: Lightning (Haven't started yet)
Super Editions:
The Guardian's Truth (Written a tiny bit of it)
Super Edition #2 (not revealing the title yet as it's a spoiler)
Amberstar's Hope (Not started yet, it's about the ancient SkyClan cat, Amberstar)
Seedflight's Struggle (N'aw, I'm looking forward to writing this one)
FAN FICTION OF THE WEEK!
Lucky by Orangeflight of ShadowClan
Firepaw is Squirrelflight and Bramblestar's only kit, which is why everyone calls her lucky. But when the Dark Forest regains power and a new prophecy is revealed, can Firepaw prove herself lucky, or was she misrepresented all along?
Definitely worth a read, go check it out and leave some lovely reviews for Orange! :3 The link is in my profile.
Disclaimer - I do not own Warriors
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Blazerkitty129 ~ xD Well, it can't go on forever, haha. Don't worry, Dark Skies should be just as good. That probably sounds really arrogant, oops. At least, I hope you'll like Dark Skies. Thank you!
Orange ~ Thank you! Poor Fox and Moley, it wasn't their fault. They were gonna die otherwise. D: I hope you like the chappie! c:
Silverkitty16 ~ A puffin is this really adorable seabird, go search it on Google, they're just adorable. They're tiny and fat and they live in burrows. xD
Snowfeather4876 ~ xD The suspense is just, UGH. The suspense is getting to me, I swear, and I know what's going to happen! How does that even make sense?!
Alwayssearching2012 ~ Yeah, it was kind of horrifying writing it. I'm so mean to all the characters. xD Thank you though! :)
Angel ~ c: I love Ravenkit too. -snuggles with Ravenkit plushie-
Angel of the Eternal Blaze ~ xD Oh dear, Crowstar. Hehe, I love Ivypool's kits, I just want to cuddle them. :3
Snowfall16 ~ No problem at all, I like helping out others, especially as when I started writing this series, I used to get hardly any reviews. I know what it feels like, it sucks, but if you persist, you'll soon have tons of reviews! I hope featuring it here helped you gain some support for it. 3
Kangh ~ The Erin Hunters use it in the books, so I figured I'd just use it. I have absolutely no idea how a cat would smirk. xD It just helps me display emotions on characters better, sorry if it annoys you, but I probably won't stop doing it. Thank you though! That truly means a lot! :3
Silky Kiwi ~ You are a silky kiwi. xD Probably lots of kitties are going to get sick. :c N'aw, writer's block can be annoying, huh? Well, if you change your mind, there's still a bit of time left to enter, probably two weeks? c:
Nightfeather ~ I know right? It's so awesome and I am so over the moon about it! It's actually 59th most reviewed now, eek! Aw, thank you so much, that would mean so much to me! 3 I know, poor Foxy and Moley-Mole, the division cats are cruel. :[ I try to update once a week by the way, although I'm quite often late. Thank you for your lovely long review, I love reading your reviews! 3 -hugs-
Icebreath of ThunderClan ~ DUN DUN DUN INDEED. xD Yup, there are three more books, still a whole lot more to come. c: I'll put at the bottom when Book Four should be out. c: I would update more than once a week if I could, but I just honestly don't have the time, however much I wish I could. :/ Sorry.
Shady ~ :) Thank you!
Frosty ~ Gosh, StarClan have really let their guard down, letting all this bad stuff happen to the clans. xD Thank you! 3
bluefrost of RiverClan ~ xD Sorry, I tend to do that quite a lot. I hope you like this chapter!
Dove ~ Et Voila! The final chapter! I hope you like it. :3
Ivyheart ~ Hehe, don't worry, there's still three more books to come. xD It's not ending just yet.
Guest ~ Aw, thank you so much! 3
Clearfeather ~ No worries. :3 Aw, I hope your Grandma gets better soon. I would ask you to wish her get well soon or something from me, then it occurred to me that she has no idea who I am. xD Gosh, I love this story. Why must you leave it there! Please write more! -puppy dog eyes- For me?
Well. This is it. The last chapter of Eye of the Storm. I really hope you like it! Please read the Author's Note at the bottom too, there's just something I have to tell you down there... c:
Dewclaw
The moon glowed softly, casting it's pale light onto the dark grey tom's pelt as he raced through the forest, travelling as fast as his paws could take him and enjoying the breeze in his thick pelt. He'd been very much doubtful when he'd first risen from his nest that he'd even be able to make it out of camp and when he'd been stopped by Snowfall and Ambersky, he'd been almost certain that he wouldn't be able to leave camp. Then, out of the blue, rather than stopping him, they told him they were going to help him meet Redflower.
As he ran, he couldn't be more grateful to his littermates and he silently thanked them.
He had to meet Redflower tonight, he just had to. He had to at last tell her that he'd finally made a decision. He was going to join SkyClan. Just thinking about it sent a shudder of nerves and excitement through him. He didn't want to stay in ThunderClan, miles away from his mate and kits. He didn't want to miss his kits' first words, he didn't want to miss their apprentice ceremony. He didn't want to be apart from Redflower, not any longer.
He took a shaky breath, grinning breathlessly as he crossed the border into WindClan territory. So many times had he treaded this path to meet the SkyClan she-cat, this would be the last time. He didn't have to hide it anymore, he didn't have to conceal it. I love Redflower. I love Redflower and I love our kits. He'd been thinking about his unborn kits more and more lately and slowly, he'd come to be much more excited for it, brushing away his
fears. He had no idea how to be a father, but he'd have to learn someday. Though he still feared for Redflower's safety, he was most eagerly anticipating the arrival of his sons or daughters. Or perhaps both? There was something exciting about not knowing what you were going to get until they finally came.
His paws thrummed a fast rhythm as he closed in on the gathering island, his heart leaping with joy and exhilaration. It was the pure thought of Redflower that warmed his heart and lifted his soul, he was so lucky to know such a beautifully wonderful cat. I am so lucky to love her. She could've chosen anyone, yet she chose me. He smiled quietly at the thought.
Racing as fast as he could, the dark grey tom grinned widely to himself when the tree-bridge at last came into sight. He just couldn't wait to see Redflower's face once more, to find freedom in her bright green eyes and warmth in her gentle touch.
He sprinted across the border as if it was non-existent, the wind buffeting his thick grey pelt as he followed the lake shore until he at last reached the tree-bridge. He didn't slow upon reaching it, hurling himself onto the fallen log and racing across.
Pebbles clattered and scattered across the shore when he landed clumsily on the gathering island, but he didn't care. His heart racing, the dark grey tom ran headfirst into the undergrowth, trampling bracken and ferns on his way until he at last burst into the clearing, leaves clinging to his dark grey pelt.
His amber gaze swept across the clearing and when it settled upon a tortoiseshell-and-white pelt, his eyes softened and his heart warmed. Without a moment's hesitation, he bounded towards her, grinning wildly, "Redflower," he meowed brightly, "Oh my StarClan, I missed you so much."
Inhaling her sweet scent, he pressed against her, tortoiseshell-and-white mingling with dark grey. When the SkyClan she-cat stayed absolutely rigid, Dewclaw knew there was something wrong. He pulled away, searching her green gaze.
"Redflower?" his mew was soft, "Is everything alright?"
The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat met his gaze, inhaling and exhaling slowly, "I, Dewclaw," she sighed, "I've been thinking lately," her words were cautious, hesitation flickering behind veiled green eyes.
Dewclaw frowned, tipping his head to one side, "You..." he broke off, confusion creeping into amber eyes, "Is there something wrong? Are the kits alright?" his eyes fell to her belly, softly rounded with small, precious lives. He didn't like the way this was going, Redflower was never usually this serious.
The spotted she-cat swallowed nervously, moving closer to him, "Shh, just listen," she murmured softly, "I've been thinking about us… about our kits," she touched her tail lightly to his side, "about our clans…" she broke off for a moment, green eyes misting, "I've asked so much of you, to leave your clan behind, your friends, your family," she took in a gusty breath and was surely about to speak again, but Dewclaw interrupted her.
"No, it's okay, I've thought about it and I"-
Redflower brushed her tail to his jaws, "Please, just listen," desperation flashed behind her green eyes, usually so warm and soft, "I just… I don't want you to get hurt," she took in a deep breath, "I mean, what if you leave behind ThunderClan and come to join SkyClan and Rabbitstar won't let you join? What if we're both exiled? I… I just want you and our kits to be safe. I want to raise them in a clan where they'll be warm and loved and they'll learn to embrace the life that is a warrior," she met his gaze, "And I think… I think it might be best if we just… Split ways."
Dewclaw's heart faltered. For a moment, he sat quite still, trying to comprehend the words that had left Redflower's jaws. What does… What does she mean? He blinked, his breathing shaky, trying to take everything in. But… But…
He lifted his gaze to hers, amber eyes wide, "But the… You… I…" he could scarcely put his emotions into words, "But, I love you," his gaze was pleading, "I'll join SkyClan, I will, I'll… I'll come with you right now, I will," he rose to shaking legs, whiskers trembling.
Redflower shook her head, unable to meet his gaze, "No, Dewclaw, please, don't make this any harder," her green gaze pooled with sadness, "I love you too, Dewclaw," she murmured, her voice cracking slightly, "And I don't regret falling in love with you for a single second. I am so glad to love you, so glad to be carrying our kits, but I just," her voice was strained, raw with emotion, "But it's just so hard. I just think it might be better for both of us if we move on."
The dark grey tom was shaking, his eyes wide, his voice high and pitiful, like a kit's, "But I don't want to move on! I can't move on, I want to be with you, I want to be at your side forever, I want to raise our kits together, that's all I want, a life with you," he flicked his tail gently to her belly, "I don't want our kits to grow up without… without their Daddy," a sob shook his shoulders, "Please, please, Redflower, I'll do anything for you, I promise, I'll love you forever, I'll never leave you, I won't ever, I promise, to the moon and back."
Redflower pressed her nose to his, "I know," she whispered, her voice hushed and almost inaudible, "And I'd do the same for you, you grumpy ball of fur," she drew her tongue over his ears lovingly, "But I know you love ThunderClan, it's where your heart lies, I couldn't ask you to give it all up to be with me, and perhaps it's better that SkyClan doesn't know our kits are half-clan, perhaps it's better they believe they're pure SkyClan? Can you imagine how they might be treated if you joined the clan and everyone knew they were half-clan kits? And besides, your family need you, as my family need me, you can't leave your clan, I won't let you throw it all away."
The dark grey tom took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm, "My heart lies with you," he mewed softly, "not any clan, you," he met her green eyes, "My family will be fine without me, it's you and our kits that need me now."
The dappled warrior's gaze was wistful, "Oh Dewclaw," she murmured, pressing her muzzle into his thick dark grey pelt, "I just think this is best, this isn't just your decision, it's mine too, you know," she gave a long sigh, "and it's the most difficult decision I've ever had to make, but you could be happy in ThunderClan, I'm sure you could find another she-cat, if you learn to loosen up a bit that is," the slightest smile spread across her face for a short moment.
The dark grey tom took in a deep breath, "There aren't any she-cats as pretty as you in ThunderClan," he whispered, ears twitching.
"And there isn't a cat as grumpy as you in SkyClan," she replied, a spark of humour in her bright green gaze, "My grumpy, old Dewy Claws," she touched her muzzle lightly to his, "I know this isn't what you wanted, but could you please just accept it, I only want what's best for us and our kits."
Dewclaw didn't think this was what was best for them and their kits, but the dappled she-cat's eyes were round and desperate, "I don't like it," he muttered, "But I trust your decision," he pressed against her side, "Does this mean we won't be meeting each other again, ever?" emotion made his words crackly and a little raspy, his heart beating at a jolty, uncertain rate. He was trying to keep it together, he really was, but he could feel his flanks shaking, his chest burning with pain and grief. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He'd set out from the Stone Hollow, thinking he'd never return, that he'd live with Redflower in SkyClan and meet their kits and that everything would be okay. The twolegplace cats would be defeated and life would be peaceful. How wrong he'd been.
Redflower flashed him a sympathetic smile. Dewclaw could tell she was going through the same process of trying to hold in all the pent up emotion, trying to hide it away from prying eyes. He knew her too well, this was hurting her as much as it was hurting him.
"Yes," she croaked, "Unless we meet at a gathering of course," she tried to flash him a smile, but it looked like more of a grimace. She was silent for a moment before, stifling a sob, leaning into the ThunderClan warrior, "I just wish things could be different," she wailed softly, Dewclaw's thick grey pelt muffling her words slightly, "If only there were no clan boundaries, if only…" she sobbed gently.
For once, Dewclaw didn't try to hold in his emotion or veil them, he just leaned into her, their pelts merging together in a mixture of grey and tortoiseshell. He didn't utter any words, instead he just sobbed, emotion choking at him.
He didn't want to open his eyes, he just wanted to envelope himself in this moment. He didn't know when he might next feel Redflower's touch, her presence at his side. His breath caught in his chest, his whiskers trembling, I just… this must be a dream… no, a nightmare…
The dappled she-cat buried her head in his thick grey pelt, ears flickering, her voice jagged with emotion and green eyes wide with pain, "I love you so so much."
Dewclaw repressed a sob, laying his tail lightly over her shoulder and whimpering in response, "And I love you too," for the first time he glanced up at the moon, his amber gaze misted, "Why does it have to be so difficult?"
They sat in silence for a while longer, Dewclaw's words hanging in the air. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest, the breeze stirring his dark grey pelt, a cold shudder passing through him. He moved closer to Redflower, finding comfort in the warmth it offered.
It was reluctantly that he at last lifted his head, amber eyes trailing to the moon, "I'm supposed to be confined to camp," he muttered, voice crumbling slightly, "I don't want to get in any deeper trouble," he took in a shallow, raspy breath, "I… I should get back."
Redflower's breath hitched, green orbs clouding, before she gave a slow nod, "Of course," she swallowed, her eyes following him as he slowly heaved himself to his paws. Despite his words, despite everything, the dark grey tom felt a great reluctance to leave. How could he leave? How could he return to his nest and sleep soundly after this?
He inhaled a shaky breath, forcing a smile, "I, uh," he stuttered slightly, unsure of how to break the silence, how to part ways, "I guess this is it then."
Redflower stood up, stepping forward so she was no more than a whisker away from him, "This is it," her voice sounded somehow older. She paused before pressing her muzzle lightly to his cheek, whispering softly, "Don't do anything mouse-brained," for a moment, a flicker of amusement entered her gaze, but it soon faded. He could feel her breath, soft and gentle upon his cheek.
"I… I won't," his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment before she glanced away. His heart sunk and he ducked his head, "Take care of our kits."
He inwardly winced at the words, the sudden realisation sinking in that he might never meet his own kits. He wouldn't even recognise them at a gathering when they were old enough. He'd be nothing more than an empty blank in their lives, whilst they would always be a regretful pang in his. A regret that he hadn't been able to be involved with them, that he hadn't helped raise them, watch them grow into their own paws.
"Of course."
Their gazes locked. They were both still. The dark grey tom's paws were rooted to the ground.
Somewhere in the distance, an owl sounded its call, pulling the two cats from their trance. Dewclaw took a deep breath, taking a tentative step forward and planting one last tender lick upon Redflower's cheek. Then he turned away, not able to bear looking at her without fear of breaking down.
He padded forwards, only pausing just before he reached the undergrowth. The dark grey tom cast a final glance over his shoulder. Redflower was watching him, her pretty dappled pelt tinged a silver hue in the bask of the moon, her green eyes glinting. Mouse-dung, she's beautiful. Yet, she wasn't wearing her best feature, her beautiful smile. She looked so distressed and pained that the dark grey tom just wanted to turn back and tell her that everything would be alright, to feel her close, to reassure her that he'd never leave her.
Yet he didn't.
Instead, he called softly, his last words to the dappled SkyClan warrior, "I won't ever forget you, Redflower, not ever," he didn't look back before thrusting his way into the undergrowth, feeling the numbing grief welling up inside him.
There was no reply.
Ambersky
The pale grey-and-white she-cat was thoroughly convinced that she would fall asleep on her paws any moment when Snowfall prodded her roughly, "Hey, wake up, sleepyhead," there was a touch of amusement to his voice, but also something else, which Ambersky couldn't quite place in her drowsiness.
Dawn had lit the sky above, casting brilliant golden light down upon the clans. A light mist hung over the forest, pale and mysterious in contrast to the brightness of the sun. Morning dew clung heavily to the fern fronds that grew up and around where the two littermates had sat on guard duty that night.
Dewclaw had returned a while before, when the moon had still been high in the sky. He'd looked… Well, the only word Ambersky could think of to describe his state was broken. His eyes had been hollow, his pelt ruffled and grumpier than ever. When she'd asked him about it, he'd nearly bitten her head off. Ambersky had no idea what could've happened between the dark grey tom and Redflower to get him in such a state. Perhaps he'd be feeling a little better this morning? She'd try and coax it out of him a little later, for now, dawn had broken and the pale grey-and-white she-cat could at last get some rest.
"Come on," Snowfall murmured softly, "I'm going to try and get some rest, I suggest you do too, you look like you could trip over your own paws any moment," he pressed his nose to her cheek affectionately before disappearing through the Thorn Barrier.
Exhaustion seeping at her limbs, Ambersky blinked at the long-haired white tom as he left. She hesitated for a moment, breathing in deeply before slipping into a long stretch, yawning sleepily. The sun was warm upon her pelt and for a heartbeat she simply gave a soft purr, enjoying the warmth.
Tail flicking from side to side, she was about to duck under the Thorn Barrier when a rancid stench caught her attention. She wrinkled her nose, screwing her face up in disgust, "Eugh! What is that?"
She lifted her nose, scanning the clearing for a moment. It appeared to be coming from a large bramble thicket that grew close to the entrance to the Stone Hollow. With a mixture of disgust and curiousity, she pressed forwards, brushing aside some of the lower branches of the bush with a sweep of her tail.
Underneath the tangle of thorns and brambles, which promptly attached themselves to her tail, lay the ragged body of a squirrel. Crow-food, she thought bitterly, reluctantly pulling the prey out from the shadows.
It was clear that this squirrel had been dead several days and it gave off that putrid scent, its grey pelt ruffled and covered in a fine layer of dust and dirt.
Ugh, I'd better get rid of this.
Reluctantly, Ambersky picked up the dead prey in her jaws, forcing herself to ignore the overwhelming scent. She squeezed through the Thorn Barrier, emerging into the sanctuary of camp, the squirrel swaying from side to side in her jaws.
"What in StarClan's name is that smell?" a loud retort came from Cloudtail, who'd been sitting in a patch of sunlight, just outside the Elder's Den.
"It smells like some kit's been rolling in fox dung," Brightheart agreed, emerging from the shade of the den and weaving in beside her mate.
Berrynose and Poppyfrost had been sharing tongues in the growing sunlight, but the cream-furred tom was soon on his paws and slowly retreating away from the grey-and-white she-cat, "Mouse-dung, you keep that thing away from me. It stinks! Where'd you find it?"
Ambersky rolled her eyes, biting back words, You think it smells bad from over there? You should try holding it in your jaws. She sighed, padding in the direction of the dirt-place tunnel, "I'm going to take it to the dirt-place," she meowed through fur, "A fox must've killed it or something, I found it underneath a bramble thicket just outside the hollow."
Hazeltail and Spiderleg both eyed Ambersky warily, as if worried the grey-and-white she-cat might toss it at them as she passed. Ambersky ignored them, creeping forwards and slithering into the dirt-place tunnel.
Relief swept through her when she could at last drop the crow-food in the dirt-place. Hopefully if it was here, the scent of it would be masked. Whiskers twitching, she emerged from the dirt-place once more, giving her pelt a brisk shake. Eugh, I hope that thing didn't have fleas.
She gave another yawn, I suppose I can worry about that later, she decided, her eyes straying to the Warriors' Den. Blinking sleepily, the grey-and-white she-cat was all too happy to return to her nest, feeling a great content rush through her when she sunk into the moss and feathers.
She caught a brief glance of Dewclaw, sleeping restlessly in his nearby nest. She didn't let it bother her, selfishly giving in to sleep and letting it carry her far, far away.
The sun was high in the sky by the time Ambersky at last awoke. Emerging from the Warriors' Den feeling satisfied after having an undisturbed nap, she was ready for whatever the day might bring. Or whatever was left of it at least.
Honeypaw, Puddlepaw, Mosspaw, Pebblepaw and Stormpaw were all mulling around the Thorn Barrier, surrounded by their mentors. They've already gotten back from their Warrior Assessments? Ambersky's eyes widened slightly as she sat herself down in the sunlight. Wow, I was asleep for ages. It looks like we'll have some new warriors in ThunderClan tonight then, her gaze briefly flitted to the Warriors' Den, speaking of which, the den needs to be repaired. If it rains in the night, I don't want to get wet again.
She began about her grooming ritual, realising her grey-and-white pelt had become ruffled in the course of her nap. As she did so, she allowed her eyes to explore camp, picking up on her clanmates' activities. Jayfeather was laying out some herbs in the sunlight, his blind blue eyes deep in thought. Nearby, Mousewhisker was ushering his mate, Orangeflight towards the nursery.
"Don't you worry about anything," Ambersky heard him meow, "You just relax, I'll take care of everything."
"Mousewhisker, I'm fine," Orangeflight insisted, a hint of amusement in her green gaze, "You don't need to worry so much."
"I want my warrior name to be Puddleclaw!" Puddlepaw announced, sitting tall and proud, "All my enemies will be so afraid of me, they'll go on running back to their nests before I even set eyes on them."
Honeypaw scoffed softly, "Puddleclaw?" she echoed, rolling her eyes, "By that do you mean a puddle shaped like a claw or a claw in a puddle?"
The pale grey tom gave her a shove, "Feather-brain."
Ambersky chuckled softly, pausing briefly in her grooming before letting her eyes wander once more, this time to where Redpaw was showing Ivypool's three kits around camp. Ivypool was watching from the nursery, smiling fondly upon the little kits and they stared in wide-eyed awe at their home.
"It's so smelly!"
It was Specklekit's loud exclamation that drew the pale grey-and-white she-cat's eyes to the speckled brown she-kit. At first Ambersky watched contently, blinking, then she realised what the little kit was tossing about.
The grey-and-white she-cat rose to her paws, frowning as she strode over to where Specklekit's daughter was sitting with her sister, Tricklekit, and then one of Dovewing's daughters, Featherkit.
The mottled she-kit prodded the squirrel, curiousity bright in her amber eyes, "Yuck!" she gave her whiskers a brisk shake, stepping away from the crow-food. Featherkit laughed.
"What are you doing with that?" Ambersky demanded, perhaps a little too agressively, "Where did you find it?"
Specklekit looked a little taken back by the warrior's sudden words, but she pointed towards the dirt-place tunnel.
"And what were you doing in there?" Ambersky pressed.
Specklekit shrunk back a little, "Featherkit told me that you get out of camp through the dirt-place tunnel," she mewed quietly, "She dared me to try and escape camp and bring back some prey," she puffed out her chest a little, "So I caught this!"
"You didn't catch this," Ambersky meowed sharply, picking up the crow-food, "I found it outside the Thorn Barrier this morning, killed by a fox or something, and took it to the dirt-place tunnel."
"Hey, you said you caught it?" Tricklekit frowned
"Of course she didn't catch it, you furball," Featherkit replied, her tail flicking from side to side.
Specklekit's gaze fell to her paws, "I thought if I said I caught it you might be impressed," she admitted guiltily.
"You shouldn't play with crow-food," the grey-and-white warrior lectured them, crouching so she was more at their eye-level, "It could be infested with fleas and ticks for all you know," upon seeing their alarmed faces, her gaze softened, "I'll go get rid of this, why don't you three go see if Sandstorm can tell you a story?" she offered, "I know she was talking about how Firestar came to ThunderClan earlier, why don't you see if she'll let you listen?"
Tricklekit and Featherkit nodded eagerly before scampering off in the direction of the Elders' Den. Featherkit yawned, "I heard that story yesterday," she mewed, "Can't I do something more exciting?" her face suddenly lit up, as if remembering something, "Do you want to see my Hunter's Crouch? I've been practising really hard since you last taught me!"
She wriggled into a crouch and the pale grey-and-white she-cat gave a soft purr, "In a moment, I'm just going to get rid of this smelly thing," she motioned to the squirrel.
Featherkit's face fell, but then she nodded.
Ambersky smiled softly, trying to ignore the putrid scent that flooded from the squirrel. With a dip of her head, she parted ways with the little she-kit. She'd have to hide it away at the back of the dirt-place, where no kit would find it. She would've liked to bury it out in the forest, but she knew that could attract the attention of foxes. It would be better to bury it in the dirt-place, it would soon rot away anyway.
Entering the dirt-place once more, she searched around for a suitable spot for several moments until she at last settled for a particular location. It was a little away from the main dirt-place and several fern fronds had sprung up from the ground.
Ambersky dropped the squirrel and quickly began to dig away at the ground, scooping up the earth into a pile, a hole slowly forming. When deep enough, she didn't hesitate in dropping the foul-smelling prey into it and covering it up with the earth.
Whiskers twitching and giving her pelt a shake to get rid of any excess soil, the grey-and-white warrior emerged from the dirt-place tunnel to find Featherkit waiting outside, head tilted to one side and green eyes bright.
"Are you done now?" she asked, eyes wide.
Ambersky chuckled lightly, "Yes, I'm ready," she purred, "How about you show me your best Hunter's Crouch now?"
The silver tabby she-kit squirmed excitedly, falling into a crouch. Ambersky opened her jaws to comment, but the little kit stopped her, "Wait! Wait! I'm not ready just yet!"
The pale grey-and-white she-cat smiled softly as the she-kit readied herself, her expression fixed with concentration. Ambersky's gaze moved from Featherkit very briefly as the rhythm of pawsteps and meows caught her attention. The sun-high patrol streamed into camp, consisting of Rosepetal, Birchfall and Sorreltail. Bramblestar, who had been sitting upon the Highledge, gave a nod to Lionblaze upon their arrival, stepping forwards.
A clan meeting? Ambersky wondered faintly, tipping her head to one side. Her question was answered just a moment later by the dark brown tabby making the familiar call to bring the clan together.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather below the Highledge for a clan meeting."
Featherkit pouted, ears flattening against her head, "Aw," she exclaimed, "I'm not old enough," she gave a heavy sigh, her gaze falling to her paws.
Ambersky gave her a nudge, "Hey, you'll be old enough one day," she murmured, "Let's go back to the Nursery, I can see your Hunter's Crouch after the clan meeting," she gave a flourishing motion with her tail, ushering the little kit towards the Nursery, where her mother was waiting expectantly in the entrance.
Dovewing smiled when she spotted her daughter, but her gaze was quickly distracted by a flash of brown fur, "Tigerkit! You're not old enough to listen in, come back here," she darted after the little tom, scooping him up and carrying him back to the nursery.
"That's not fair!" Tigerkit protested, turning up his nose, "How come Featherkit gets to listen?"
"Featherkit doesn't get to listen," she replied sharply, nudging the little tom into his nest before herding Featherkit inside, "If you'll just be quiet"-
Ambersky dipped her head to the pale grey queen quietly before padding away to join the rest of her clanmates, who'd already gathered below the Highledge. Kits could be adorable, but they could also be a pawful. She was all to happy to leave Dovewing and the other queens to it, for now at least.
The young warrior picked a spot beside Dewclaw, but the dark grey tom quickly moved away, not casting so much as a glance in Ambersky's direction. I really must talk to him. He seems pretty upset.
"ThunderClan, as you know, Lionblaze will be meeting Molespots and Foxleap tonight, at moon-high," Bramblestar's loud meow swept across the clearing, cutting any thoughts that Ambersky might've had on Dewclaw short, "This is of course to find out how much they've learned about the twolegplace cats in their time spent there. This information we might then be able to use to defeat the twolegplace cats and prevent any further hardships, before this war truly begins," he intook a deep breath, his words hanging in the air, "With luck, they will already have gathered enough information that they can leave the twolegplace cats and return to the clan, but if not, we'll have to be patient," his gaze swept across the clearing, "I will hold another meeting after moon-high to announce what has been discovered about these cats."
Murmurs rippled amongst the ThunderClan warriors for several moments. When the voices hushed, Bramblestar continued, springing down from the Highledge, "But for now, I believe I have a duty to attend to," a glimmer of pride flashed behind his amber eyes, "Pebblepaw, Puddlepaw, Honeypaw, Stormpaw and Mosspaw, please step forwards."
The five littermates exchanged delighted glances before stepping forwards. Excited whispers echoed amongst the hollow and Ambersky gave a warm smile. These would be the first cats to become warriors since she'd become a warrior herself.
Bramblestar seemed to decide on starting the ceremony with the first-born of the litter, Pebblepaw. He stopped before the golden brown tabby tom, the familiar words leaving his jaws, "I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in turn," he smiled at the Pebblepaw, who was sitting tall and proud, his eyes wide with happiness. Ambersky couldn't help but notice how much he'd grown since he first became an apprentice, his muscles were leaner, his pelt glossier and he was almost the same size as his mother. Bramblestar continued with the ceremony, meowing loudly, his words bouncing off the tall, steep walls of the Stone Hollow, "Pebblepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
There was no hesitation in Pebblepaw's confident reply, "Yes, I do," he meowed, his tail flourishing from side to side as he took in a deep breath, grinning.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name," Bramblestar smiled, "Pebblepaw, from this moment you will be known as Pebblefall. StarClan honours your determination and initiative, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
Bramblestar rested his muzzle onto the newly named Pebblefall's head and the golden tabby warrior responded with a lick to the ThunderClan leader's shoulder. With the widest grin, the newly made warrior stepped back to join his mother and father, who looked to be brimming with pride.
"Puddlepaw," Bramblestar had moved onto the next apprentice, "Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
The pale grey tom cleared his throat, "I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Puddlepaw, from this moment you will be known as Puddlefrost. StarClan honours your courage and independance, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
Just as with Pebblefall, Bramblestar lay his muzzle on Puddlefrost's head. The pale grey tom licked the dark brown tabby's shoulder, giving a proud dip of the head. His eyes drifted to Honeypaw, who was sitting patiently beside him, awaiting her turn to be given a warrior name.
Bramblestar purred warmly, "Honeypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
His words hung in the air before the golden tabby apprentice at last replied, her mew very quiet, "Of course, I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name," he smiled, flicking his tail lightly to Honeypaw's side, "Honeypaw, from this moment you will be known as Honeyflower. StarClan honours your warmth and patience, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
As the process repeated, Stormpaw was about to be called when Cloudtail grumbled quietly, "Five apprentices? This is going to take all day."
Brightheart gave him a cuff over the ears, "Oh be quiet, you," she hissed softly, "I always thought that when you were older you'd get a bit, you know, quieter," she sighed, "Of course, I was wrong."
"Hey, who are you calling old?"
As the murmurs died down, the ceremony resumed with Stormpaw. The quiet tom accepted the vows of a warrior and so Bramblestar was all too happy to give him his warrior name, "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name," his whiskers twitched, holding the dark grey tom's bright blue gaze confidently, "Stormpaw, from this moment you will be known as Stormgazer, StarClan honours your forethought and intelligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
When the two cats had completed the process of resting Bramblestar's muzzle on Stormgazer's shoulder and the young warrior licking his shoulder in return, the final apprentice could at last receive her warrior name. Mosspaw, who always seemed so quiet to those who didn't know her, but underneath was a bubbling mass of energy, trembled excitedly, shifting from side to side.
"And Mosspaw," Bramblestar purred, amusement hinted in his amber gaze, "Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do!"
"Then by the powers of StarClan," Bramblestar mewed, "I give you your warrior name. Mosspaw, from this moment you will be known as Mossfire. StarClan honours your speed and enthusiasm, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
Little afterwards, the excited yowls broke out, spilling into the bright blue sky above, "Pebblefall! Puddlefrost! Honeyflower! Stormgazer! Mossfire!"
The five new warriors were grinning from muzzle to tail, sharing excited squeals and bristling with energy. Cinderheart and Lionblaze stepped forwards to congratulate their kits, shortly followed by many of the rest of the clan. Nettlepaw thrust his way to the front of the group of cats to stand before the group of new warriors, "Honeyflower!" he called excitedly, green eyes bright.
The golden brown tabby she-cat purred, touching noses to the mottled grey apprentice. As meows of congratulation rushed through the Stone Hollow, Ambersky sat contentedly, a soft purr rumbling in her chest. It was somewhat reassuring, despite everything, to see new warriors amongst the clan. Tonight, the five newly named warriors would sit vigil around camp to prove themselves as full warriors of ThunderClan. ThunderClan are strong, she thought with a warm smile.
Molespots
The brown-and-cream tom's despair was growing as they made their way towards the meeting place, to discuss with Lionblaze, ThunderClan's deputy, their findings so far. How were they supposed to pass on the news? That they'd passed on a lethal and deadly disease to their clan? Molespots had no idea how the golden tabby tom would respond to the news. With anger, no doubt, perhaps fear too?
The spotted warrior had hoped that when the division cats gave them the cure to prevent himself and Foxleap catching the disease that they might be able to work out what the cure was and tell ThunderClan. But, unfortunately, that had not been the way. It had turned out that when the two cats had been on the initiation, Kaya had snuck the cure into the prey they'd caught. Only after they'd eaten, did she tell them this. Another precaution so we don't find out the cure, in case they still think we might be untrustworthy, he'd decided.
The half-moon glowed brightly in the sky, casting the forest in dull, pale light. It was a relatively warm night, but a shiver of cold dread ran through the brown-and-cream tom. Oh, great StarClan, what if cats have already started to catch the disease?
Beside him, Foxleap shot an anxious glance up at the moon, "We'd better hurry up," he muttered, "We're a little late."
Molespots nodded, but no words left his jaws. Picking up the pace, they weaved in and out of towering silver birch trees, ducking under bramble thickets and leaping over fallen logs, they grew closer to where they'd agreed to meet the golden tabby tom a quarter-moon ago.
They travelled in silence until they at last reached the small clearing. Several lost fireflies drifted in and out of the undergrowth, slowly peeling away into the forest. His pelt glowing silver in the light, Lionblaze was waiting patiently across the clearing, his tail flourishing from side to side.
When he spotted the two warriors, he smiled warmly, rising to his paws. Molespots still had no idea what to say to the ThunderClan deputy as they crossed the clearing, his heart racing in his chest.
"Molespots, Foxleap," Lionblaze meowed, dipping his head, "It's good to see you're well."
"You too, Lionblaze," Foxleap replied smoothly, also giving a dip of the head to the golden tabby deputy. Molespots gave a respectful tip of the head, but he didn't utter any words.
The three cats settled themselves in the moonlight, Molespots sitting himself down, his tail curling neatly around his white paws. A silence ensued for a moment until Foxleap spoke once more, clearing his throat, "How are ThunderClan?" he gave a slight smile, whiskers twitching.
Lionblaze gave a rumbling purr, "ThunderClan are doing well," he meowed, "Some are still recovering from the battle, but we are well otherwise," he paused for a moment, his eyes dipping to his paws, pride stemming from amber depths, "My kits received their warrior names today."
Molespots couldn't help giving a warm smile. At least it wasn't all bad news that was to be shared today. Five new warriors for ThunderClan, that's great.
The brown-and-cream tom could tell that the golden tabby tom was bursting with pride, but didn't want to express it too much. He dipped his head, "Congratulations."
They shared a few more warm words of congratulations before the ThunderClan deputy at last gave a nod of the head, his eyes falling solemn once more. The smile faded from Molespots' expression and was quickly replaced with fear. What will Lionblaze do when we tell him? Great StarClan, he's going to be distraught. Why… Why did we do this? We didn't have to spy on the twolegplace cats, I didn't have to suggest it. Now ThunderClan's got a deadly disease and we have no idea how to stop it.
Foxleap and Molespots exchanged glanced. When the brown-and-cream tom said nothing, the reddish tabby tom took it upon himself to deliver their findings, "They're dark-hearted cats," he mewed, his voice low, emotion flashing behind his amber eyes, "Dark, dark-hearted cats," his gaze was clouded, "The rules they live by…" he trailed off. For a moment he was silent, then he cleared his throat and continued, "They must have ice in their hearts."
As the reddish tabby warrior went onto explain everything they'd learnt in the space of the quarter moon, Lionblaze's expression grew darker and darker. Molespots remained silent, simply unable to speak. He couldn't bear to be the one to break the news, he was a coward for it and he knew it. But he simply couldn't do it.
"A… A disease…" Lionblaze echoed, amber eyes hollows, the furs on his neck prickling, "You… ThunderClan," he blinked, shaking it off, "Surely there way some way you could back out and not do it. Surely you thought about it and…" there was a hint of anger to his words.
At last speaking, Molespots raised his voice, "We had no choice," his words were harsh, "If we backed out, we were already carrying the disease and would've surely passed it onto ThunderClan anyway. Either way, ThunderClan would contract the disease, but by completing the initiation, there was a chance we could uncover the cure," he tried to cover up his nerves by acting confident, but he wasn't sure if it had worked.
Lionblaze stared at them, not a single word leaving his jaws.
"By remaining amongst the division cats, we can try and grow close to some of the Healers, perhaps find out from them what the cure is," he explained, "It's ThunderClan's only hope," his eyes drifted to Molespots, "It's all the clans' only hope."
The golden tabby tom was silent for a moment. Molespots didn't blame him, it was a lot to take in. For all they knew, Lionblaze could have traces of the disease on him right now. He could've already contracted it, the spotted tom realised, heart faltering, he might just not feel it's effects yet. But who knows how he'll be tomorrow…
At last the ThunderClan deputy lifted his head, heaving a great breath. He met Molespots' gaze for a moment before letting his eyes drift to Foxleap, "Thank you," he murmured, "For passing on this information," he added sharply under his breath, "And a disease."
His flanks rose and fell heavily, his expression creased in a frown, "I think it might be best if we meet again, in three nights perhaps, to discuss more," his eyes lifted to the half moon above, "Hopefully by then a cure will have been found. I dread to think of what might happen if not."
Both Foxleap and Molespots gave a nod. The brown-and-cream tom couldn't bear to think of what might happen if they didn't uncover the cure either. It send an icy shudder rippling through him. He cringed, screwing up his face and trying to push aside the visions of pain and suffering, the ear-splitting cries of a grieving mother, the limp body of her kit at her paws. He tried to forget them, but they haunted him, an ever-lingering, unwanted presence.
Lionblaze cleared his throat, "Well, I suppose it's best we leave now, I must pass on this information to Bramblestar as quickly as possible," he ran his eyes over the two tom cats, "Besides, we can't have the divisions noticing your absences," he sighed softly, rising to his paws.
Molespots and Foxleap also stood up, dipping their heads politely to their deputy. Lionblaze didn't return the motion, his amber gaze troubled and dark. He shook it away after a few moments, giving a flick of his tail, "Farewell," he muttered, "May StarClan light your path."
The brown-and-cream tom and his reddish tabby companions uttered words of agreement, their eyes following the golden tabby deputy as he disappeared into the shadows of the undergrowth. Molespots could feel the despair growing within him, his heart sinking lower. Lionblaze had reacted badly to the news, just as expected. He knew the golden tabby deputy was probably going through that same phase of denial and utter horror.
As the two toms started their journey back to the divisions' camp, Molespots found Lionblaze's parting words lingering in his ears. "May StarClan light your path."
He shuddered, the breeze stirring his pelt and his eyes lifting to the star-flecked sky, StarClan… How could you let this happen? There wasn't a response to his troubled thoughts, not a whisper from his warrior ancestors, not a glimpse of their starry pelts. Oh StarClan, where are you now?
Seedflight
It took a moment for Lionblaze's words to sink in as the pale ginger she-cat gazed up, wide-eyed, at ThunderClan's deputy, who was sat upon the Highledge, Bramblestar at his side. Both the leader and his second in command wore cold, stony expressions and just by glancing around at the rest of the clan, Seedflight could see that almost the whole of ThunderClan had met the news the same way as her.
Great StarClan, when will all this suffering end?
A disease. It had sounded almost laughable at first, diseases had cures of course. It couldn't be as bad as greencough, could it? There was nothing worse than that. But when the golden tabby tom had continued, explaining about this disease, cold reality sunk in, chilling her right from her paws to her ear-tips.
The pale ginger she-cat shrunk backwards a little, moving closer to Snowfall. A moment or so of silence ensued as ThunderClan struggled to digest the news, then the horrified mews followed.
"I thought Foxleap and Molespots were supposed to be working for us?"
"We'll find the cure… Right? We've got to find the cure, we've… We've got to…"
"Great StarClan, we could all be infected with the disease for all we know?"
"StarClan, have mercy!"
Seedflight couldn't fathom her response into words. It was simply too much. How… How could this be? How could StarClan let this happen? Did the clans not deserve peace, after all they'd been through.
Her leaf-green gaze swept across the clan. Ambersky looked traumatised, a soft whimpering resounding from her throat. Her amber gaze drifted across to the nursery and she supressed a sob. Most of the other cats simply gazed up with wide, panicked eyes at their leader and deputy. Very few looked unaffected by the news.
As the reality of it all sunk in, possibilities and visions crept into Seedflight's head. What if I lose Snowfall? Or Lilystream? Great StarClan, I can't live without them… I can't… Her eyes fell to Snowfall and she insinctively crept closer yet again, leaning into him.
The white tom glanced up at her, fear swimming in his round amber eyes, "StarClan," he murmured softly, "If I lose you…" he trailed off for a moment, his eyes misting. Heartbeats later, he gave his head a firm shake, frowning, then pressing against the pale ginger warrior.
Seedflight was grateful for his closeness. It was reassuring to feel his heart beat against hers and she swallowed the lump in her throat, giving a smile. It's going to be okay, it'll be okay. Everything will all be okay.
It wasn't much longer before the clan meeting was at last dismissed and the clan were free to return to their nests. Seedflight was reluctant, however, to simply brush everything off like it hadn't happened and settle into a lazy slumber. How could she sleep when she was so desperately afraid of what tomorrow might bring?
Instead, as her clanmates slowly peeled off into their separate nests, she slipped out through the Thorn Barrier and into the icy silence of the forest. She wouldn't go far, of course not, she simply let her paws carry her to a small hill, just above the Stone Hollow. It was here that she settled herself, tail curling around her paws tightly, forcing herself to take deep, slow breaths.
She often came up here when she was feeling low, it was far from secret, but it was a quiet enough place and it offered her the perfect view of camp with the backdrop of the forest and the lake.
The pale ginger warrior inhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting herself be carried far, far away, to a place where all was quiet and still. To a place where the troubles of clan life didn't exist, to a place where everything was just peaceful.
A soft exhale spilled from her jaws, her breath billowing lightly into clouds. It was a warm night, but the breeze made it feel much cooler. Seedflight didn't find herself at all bothered by the low temperatures, there were far more troubling things on her mind.
It was at the sound of pawsteps that her eyelids fluttered open, her pelt standing slightly on end. She twisted round, alarm flaring in her green gaze.
Snowfall gave a sheepish smile, emerging from the undergrowth and ducking his head apologetically, "Sorry," he mewed softly, "Didn't mean to scare you."
Seedflight gave a gentle sigh, flicking her tail dismissively, "It's okay, I just wasn't expecting to see anyone up here," her intelligent green gaze followed him as he picked his way over to her, springing lightly over a clump of brambles and settling himself at her side, "Did you follow me up here or something?" her gaze lifted to the sky once more, "It's okay, you didn't have to. You should go get some sleep, I'll be down soon. I just wanted a bit of time to think."
The fluffy white tom looked almost amused at her suggestion, "I think we both know that even if I wanted to, there's not really much use in even trying to sleep right now. It's hard enough usually, but after receiving that news?" his gaze met hers and for several long heartbeats, their eyes locked, neither of them speaking, "I can't sleep. Not now."
A brief period of silence followed. Snowfall moved closer to the pale ginger she-cat, his tail entwining with hers. Seedflight tore her gaze from the white tom and let it slip back to the sky for a moment before it fell to the lake, flickering and gleaming in the pale light of the half-moon.
"Are you okay?" concern flushed the white tom's wide amber eyes as he studied her closely, his words soft and caring, "I mean after what Lionblaze told us. About… About the disease… About the twolegplace cats."
The pale ginger warrior pressed against his side lightly, their pelts blending in a mixture of white and ginger, "Yeah… I'm okay," she murmured, "I'm worried about it of course, but I think I'm okay."
"Well, at least one of us is okay," the white tom whispered, his words soft, "I'm terrified."
The pale ginger she-cat gave a sympathetic smile, moving close to the white tom and giving him a warm, loving nuzzle, "It'll be okay," her words were hushed, almost inaudible, "It'll all be okay, I know it will," her eyes drifted to the stars once more, "We just have to have faith in our warrior ancestors. They'll light the path forward if we just listen."
Snowfall's whiskers twitched and he gave her side a light prod, "Since when did you get so wise?" a flicker of amusement lit his amber gaze, then it faded, "I'm not so sure about StarClan. Surely, if they were really watching over us, they wouldn't let this happen? If they really could help, they surely would've done something by now," he sighed heavily, shuffling his paws, "They might be our warrior ancestors and they might be able to offer guidance, but in the end, they're nothing more than dead cats. It's up to us to choose our destinies, to find our way through."
Seedflight, as much as she disliked it, couldn't help but find herself in agreement with the white tom's words, particularly the part about destinies. Exactly, she thought, ears flickering, It's not up to them to decide our destinies or what is best for us, it's our choice. Not theirs. They might think I'm destined to be a medicince cat, but I know I'm not. I know who I am and I know who I want to be. There's nothing they can say to change that.
"It'll get better soon," she wasn't sure who she was trying to reassure, herself or Snowfall, "It's got to. We'll find a cure for this disease and we'll defeat the twolegplace cats. It'll be over before next leaf-bare."
The white tom didn't look at all convinced, "I'm not so sure," the warmth had faded from his amber orbs. He lifted his head to the sky, perhaps searching the stars for answers, "This… This feels like nothing more than the eye of the storm," he paused, the breeze stirring his pelt, "There are much darker skies to come."
Seedflight's gaze slowly trailed to him, surprised at the wisdom in his voice. Despite her own words, she couldn't help but feel the white tom beared the truth. These next few seasons could quite easily be the most difficult in their lives. There was the horror of this disease, the question of whether they'd find a cure in time. Then there was the trouble of the twolegplace cats and the hostilities with WindClan and ShadowClan. They faced a lot of uncertainty in these coming moons.
She tried to come up with something hopeful to say, but her mouth was dry. The pale ginger she-cat swallowed, closing her jaws, her eyes lingering on the white tom, He's right, she sighed softly, this is nothing more than the calm before the storm. The skies ahead are dark, darker than we could ever imagine, she forced a smile, who knows how long this storm will last?
Oh ma gersh. Snowfall quoted not only the title of this book, but the title of the next book. O: It's a sign. xD Well, what did you guys think? Please tell me in your reviews, I love to hear your opinions, good or bad. We're so close to getting this to the 50th most reviewed warriors fan fic on , we just need 420 reviews (I think?).
Well, Lionblaze reacted a little angrily, didn't he? And oh my gosh, my heart is in pain. Redflower and Dewclaw... Reddy Flowers and Dewy Claws are no more. Do you think Redflower was being a bit silly or was she right? Also, Ambersky found the squirrel! D: And Specklekit played with it. Oh gosh.
Just to let you know, it may be a little while until the next chapter is up due to this: as you may know, I'm making the Blue Moon series into actual book form, so I'm going to take a pause from writing just to proof-read the other books, to re-write some bits, to add chapters and to make artwork for the covers and stuff. When they're done, I'll put up the links, just in case any of you are interesting in getting a copy.
Dark Skies is going to be a real heart-wrencher, sorry guys. Stuff we'll be seeing in Dark Skies:
- DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA
- KITS! :D
- BATTLES AND BORDER SKIRMISHES
- SUSPENSE
- MORE DRAMA
I'm looking forward to it, are you? Any predictions for the rest of the series?
Well, Live, Love, Read and Review,
Leafy x