Talk Between Brothers

"Nightfrost, someone wishes to see you!" Bone mewed, standing over his leader. Nightfrost groaned and stretched to keep himself awake for the night. The black tom looked to see the visitors. Firestar was waiting for him, with Ravenwing, Nightpaw, Bramblepaw and Graystripe. Ravenwing looked down while Graystripe touched the his friend's shoulder.

"Nightfrost, we should speak," Firestar meowed.

The small tom purred. "I was thinking the same thing."

As Firestar opened his mouth, Dark streaked pass the leaders to pounce on the Thunderclan apprentice. Nightpaw, shocked, stepped out of the way, causing the tom to meet the ground face-first.

"Why did you dodge~?" the silvery tom whined, giving her a moony look.

"I don't know you?" Nightpaw replied awkwardly, backing away.

"We should go somewhere else to talk, those two are too loud." Nightfrost chuckled, flicking his tail and headed to one of the trees. He let his claws out and started climbing up to the closest branch. Nightfrost stepped out of the way, letting Firestar get onto the branch.

The two looked down to the clearing. "It looks peaceful right now. Who would've thought there'd be a bloody battle tomorrow," Firestar mewed.

Nightfrost nodded. "Indeed...do the clans know what Willie is planning?"

"They do. He went to each camp and told each leader the same things he said to Thunderclan. Windclan, Riverclan and Shadowclan decided to help fight against them."

"Riverclan and Shadowclan?"

"Yes, Leopardstar disbanded Tigerclan back to Riverclan and Shadowclan. Blackfoot should be heading to Highstones now for his nine lives."

"He was Shadowclan's deputy during Tigerstar's time...that reminds me, have you decided on your next deputy?" Nightfrost asked. Firestar gave him a slightly, surprised look. "I won't be coming back to Thunderclan."

"I was thinking of Graystripe or Ravenwing at first, but Graystripe had just came back to Thunderclan and Ravenwing wasn't...suited to be here at first. Out of all the warriors in Thunderclan, I think Whitestorm is best for the position," his brother explained.

"He should be the next Thunderclan deputy," Nightfrost mewed, nodding.

"You're going back to Bloodclan, then? As Scourge?"

"I will be going back. Not as Scourge, but as Nightfrost. I need to amend what I have done."

Firestar nodded. "What about Redkit? And Willie?"

"I'll visit Redkit when the battle is over. Willie, however, is a different matter," the small warrior growled.

"I'll look after Redkit," the orange tom promised. "But first, we must win the battle."

"We must, but for now, we can still enjoy the time we have left," Nightfrost mewed, turning away from his brother.

"We should..." Firestar replied flicking his ears, the green and blue gaze meeting the moon.

"Willie, it's time to wake up," meowed the bi-colored tom.

The tabby blinked, waking up. "Blizzard?"

Snipe shook his head. His mate pressed against Willie. "It's Snipe, love. Blizzard's gone."

Minty licked his ruffled fur. Snipe left, returning moments later with a mouse. "Willie, you have to go. You're the leader of Bloodclan now. The battle against him is today."

Willie let out a shuddering breath. "You're right, Minty." The tabby then took large bites, quickly finishing the mouse. "Let's go, Snipe."