Suddenly, Leafpool was rudely awoken by sharp jabs into her flank, forcing her from slumber. Feeling hot breath blowing against her whiskers. Yet just as her senses separated from a blurred fog, releasing those were Brightheart's words droning in her ears, "Leafpool? It's Sunhigh already.", she informed in a stern tone. Sunhigh? That one word snapped Leafpool out of sleep, rapidly sitting up in her nest. How could she allow herself to sleep so long and- Why? She never did this before.

"Sorry- Sorry. I didn't mean to oversleep.", Leafpool gasped, rubbing her paw against her eyes, "Did I miss anything?". Outside, fierce daylight made the stone itself seem to glow with a yellow brightness, clanmates busy warming themselves in large sun patches. Certainly rare kind of weather for this season, so Thunderclan had to make use of every passing moment.

"Luckily, no.", Brightheart mewed, "Slept any longer though and you could've missed the ceremony.". Reminded that Firestar had agreed to Molekit's idea of a double ceremony two sunrises ago, the day finally arrives. Brightheart carried herself with a clear pride like any mother welcoming their kit into the Warriors' den. Sandstorm certainly had been.

Stepping out of her bedding, Leafpool stretched while carrying on the conversation, "Whitepaw more than deserves it by this point.", Leafpool purred. Brightheart helped get scraps of moss out of her tabby fur, her motherly instincts kicking in on her daughter's special day.

"She's been too selfless, staying behind all this time just for poor Birchpaw.", Brightheart agreed, "Though this isn't why I'm here. It's that, I really think you should be doing something about the greencough soon.". To this, Leafpool's ears pricked in alarm, staring directly at Brightheart, "Who has it? I thought I cured Mousefur's whitecough.", she admitted.

Brightheart shrugged, "I don't really know, my knowledge only covers the basics. It's just that serval Cats reported Sandstorm been constantly coughing." Her mother was sick? How could a simple helper notice this before her? She's supposed to be the trained Medicine cat. Letting Brightheart do more of the work then she was, it was unfair.

Even if was expected for the illness to be creeping in around this time, it didn't make it any less of a threat, especially since it's Leafpool first time tackling it by herself. Doing anything to avoid an outbreak, with so many promising young youths around. Leafpool was determined not to lose anyone.

"Alright.", Leafpool huffed, "I'll warn everyone at Today's Clan meeting. Thank you.", giving her chest a few nervous licks. Up until this point, she'd failed to realise the scrawny shrew at Brightheart's paws, nudging it towards the Medicine cat, Brightheart chuffed, "There's still a little bit of time before the ceremony, so eat up. You can't celebrate on an empty stomach.".

Leafpool purred, taking the fresh-kill in her mouth just as a fluffy cloud seemed to drift across the entrance, "There you are, Brightheart! We need to practice our embarrassing speeches, remember?", Cloudtail purred, Brightheart meeting up with him twinning their tails as they padded off. Suddenly, Leafpool felt very sorry for Whitepaw. Her overgrown kit of a father knew whatever he was planning was embarrassing, yet of course, that's the whole reason Cloudtail did it.

With the two mates now gone, Leafpool briskly crouched down, scoffing only a few mouthfuls before burying the half-eaten shrew amongst the pebbles of her secret stash. The half meal far from satisfying the hunger. Tonight would be second-time Squirrelflight would need to down a mountain of prey to gain the rapid weight she needed to fake her pregnancy. Speaking of that, Leafpool sniffed at her belly, to see if the Stinging nettles and Parsley had done their jobs. At the very least, she couldn't pick up any scent of milk, having stopped it production.

Yet to her dismay, her stomach had gotten notably more solid and plump since she last checked. Nothing large enough to suspect kits, but definitely edging towards it. The days where somebody would finally notice were rapidly approaching. As she feared, Stinging nettles only halted swelling of wounds, not bellies. Desperately, she needed to find alternative and fast.

Originally, she didn't want to resort to it, but it had to be done. Later, was the night of the Half-moon, so during the meeting, Leafpool could slip in a question on how to stop swelling stomachs. Making sure to keep it subtle.

While heading to the Herb store, Leafpool gathered all her mental notes for the day ahead: After Ashfur was dismissed back into his duties, no signs of weakness had shown, so she didn't think she needed to worry about his physical health, even if she did for his mental. Rainwhisker's injuries weren't healing as quickly as expected, yet weren't getting any worse, so didn't need any herbs. All he needed was more time to recover, despite how much he complained.

The condition of Goldenflower's teeth had remained stable recently, but Leafpool was already sparing so many herbs for her. Leafpool was unsure how long she could keep going. Finally, there was her Father. Since, she needed to ask him to do the Greencough announcement anyway, she could check on him then.

Alright. Everything softened, she just needed to follow what she plans for the day, business as usual. She decided to prepare the Catmint for the Greencough. However as she scanned for its usual place, all she found was a patch of bare stone. Mouse-dang! Where could it possibly be? This was one of the most important herbs out there, she always kept a close eye on it.

If it had somehow run out, this was the worst time possible. Having others tasks to deal with, all Leafpool could do was remind herself to retrieve more at the Abandoned Twoleg Nest later on.

Carrying her supplies from her den to her father's, Leafpool passed many excited groups chattering among themselves like sparrows. Leafpool wished she could've of joined them. Besides from business talk Squirrelflight or Brightheart, it seemed ages since Leafpool had any time to simply gossip. Well, that was the penalty she had to pay for running away with Crowfeather. She scaled the large boulders leaning against the steep cliff, heading to her Father's Den.

On top of the high ledge, it was an entirely different world. A vicious gale ruffed Leafpool's pelt as she took a brief moment to glance back into camp, her clanmates scattering around like ants up here. This was the vast view Firestar saw every day, knowing so many cats depended on him. Yet it was same for her too. Thunderclan needed their Medicine cat, just as they did their leader.

Finding the narrow crevice within the cliff, Leafpool crawled in the gloom of the Leader's den. As usual, her parents were inside, curled around each other. A weak Firestar had his head nestled in his mate's paws as she cleaned his fiery pelt. With their daughter's entrance, they raised their heads in greeting.

"You're up late.", Sandstorm commented, concerned, "Are you giving yourself enough time to relax?". Laying down the medicine, Leafpool tried switching the attention elsewhere, "I'm the one who should be worrying, not you.", she mewed, "Is it true you've been coughing?.

Sandstorm shifted her paws over the moss, "Do you think it's really Greencough?", she muttered.

Leafpool swallowed back a gasp, "Why didn't you come to me earlier?", she asked.

The pale she-cat mumbled, "I assumed it wasn't serious and you seemed so overworked- Well, at at least we know now.".

"Come over to my den after the ceremony, then. Speaking of that-", Leafpool began, turning to Firestar, "Can I warn the Clan during the meeting? The sooner awareness is spread, the less likely there will be an outbreak.".

"I hate to put a downer on the Ceremony but if it's for the safety of everyone, then of course.", Firestar agreed without hesitation, his voice more steady then expected. With that pause in the flow of conversation, the family knew instinctively, it was best to let Leafpool perform her duties already. While Sandstorm made space for them, Leafpool sniffed at Firestar's deep wound.

Despite it still being raw red, a new layer of skin has settled in, sealing away any bare muscle. Leafpool had added so much Goldenrod over the past few days, now there no opening for infection to slip in anymore. Honestly, no matter what herb she used, the wound had been so deep, it was impossible not to leave a scar. Right now, the best Leafpool could do was let the air get to it and trust the body to finish the healing process.

With a loose mossball, Leafpool dabbed out the rotting Goldenrod paste. To Firestar's surprise, she didn't add a fresh coating, only pushing a new herb towards him. "There's nothing more I can do for the wound.", she explained, "So your only focus is getting your strength back, which is what this Burnet for.". Even the wise leader couldn't help but make a face at the herb, knowing its reputation as one of the foulest tasting.

The mother and daughter tried to distract themselves while Firestar had fun with the bitter leaves, "So how's Squirrelflight's pregnancy going?", Sandstorm asked cheerfully. The question took Leafpool completely off guard, like a snake had bitten her tongue. Strangely, her father seemed to react too, his tail tip twitching nervously. Quickly shaking it off, Leafpool attempted to give a generic response, "The kits are developing as they should. A good healthy litter I suspect.".

"That's good.", Sandstorm quietly muttered, "One less thing for Brambleclaw to be worried about. Has Squirrelflight told you about him yet?", finishing the question with a rasping cough. Leafpool was aware that Brambleclaw had been overworking himself to the bone; running the Clan in Firestar's absence while still needing to look after Goldenflower. Yet she hadn't found the time amongst all the physical injuries and concealing her kits. So Leafpool just shook her head, hoping her mother could fill her in with the details.

"He hasn't slept in his own nest for days now. He's always besides Goldenflower's, not even giving himself proper bedding.", Sandstorm sighed.

"Then he's a mousebrain!", Leafpool exclaimed. This was Squirrelflight's mate they were talking about. How had her sister failed to knock any sense into him yet? Sandstorm nodded thoughtfully, "It is. But I hardly blame him amongst his kits, mother and the Clan. It's too much for a young cat like him.". For a heartbeat, the eerily similarities, Leafpool almost thought Sandstorm was referring to her yet knew better.

"Then it wouldn't hurt him to get some help.", Leafpool admitted, "Father, perhaps you could appoint a warrior to temporary share the Deputy duties. It could take off the load for Brambleclaw.". The suggestion made Firestar freeze in place, his eyes darkening over with green blazing suns. Clearing having flashbacks to the gruesome days to when he was a warrior; Tigerstar murdering for the deputy position. Unknownst to her parents, even death wasn't a barrier for Tigerstar, still lurking within the dreams of the living.

Firestar knew better then anyone - If he gave the wrong cat a taste of power, the whole cycle could restart. The Clans always had those bloody tragedies running across its history. Just hoping she wouldn't have one in her lifetime, as her parents did.

Hurriedly, Sandstorm pressed herself into Firestar's hot flank, flattening her ears, "Oh, don't think like that.", she scolded into his ear, "It will only be a moon at most. Cats like Tigerstar are long past. No warrior of the modern generation is capable of that kind of treachery.". Her words rang true as - Even someone questionable like Brambleclaw hadn't given in to his ambition when Firestar was in the foxtrap.

Finally, Firestar's paranoia faded, shaking his head, "Sorry, I'm being mousebrained.", he apologised, sitting up and straightening up. "Even if he wasn't my first choice, I know Brackenfur be more then willing to be a temporary deputy. Graystripe would want it.". The two she-cats shared a worried glance, yet said nothing. First Tigerstar and now Greystripe? Leafpool didn't know what could be putting Firestar on edge. It had started ever since Squirrelflight's pregnancy was brought up. As if her father was pining to the past, to escape the future. To make the fearless leader, fearful. Did he know something about her kits?

Before she could ask further, Firestar had already gotten to all fours, "We shouldn't keep Whitepaw or Daisy's kits waiting any longer.". The Burnet seemed to be taking effect, as the ginger tom was able to stand without his mate's support. Taking a moment to loosen his stiff muscles, stretching his legs and shaking himself down, being stuck in a nest for too long. Hints of the old Firestar were starting to show, as he was the first out of the cave. With his tail and head held high, even if his paws still trembled under his weight.

The sudden switch between dim light to blinding sun made Leafpool's eyes water as if bees were stinging them. Usually, Leafpool would stand under the High ledge for meetings, but this time, she'd been on top, standing above it all. Reluctantly, settling down next to Firestar on the flat platform, while Sandstorm slid down the smooth boulders into the rock hollow below. Feeling very out of place up here, with all her friends and kin seeming more further away and smaller than ever.

"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the Highledge for a Clan meeting.", Firestar repeated the ancient words, spoken by countless leaders before him.

Without delay, Clanmates scrambled out of the dens, filling out the clearing in waves of colourful pelts, like a flood. They crammed themselves into the edges, leaving a large open space in the centre for the selected cats. Amongst the sea of faces, Leafpool managed to spot Squirrelflight, who gave her reassuring nod, giving her a rush of confidence.

"Before we foreseen, Leafpool has an announcement.", Firestar mewed calmly, inviting her up with a flick of his tail. Trying to relax, Leafpool decided to make it short and simple, making sure not to directly stare into the many judging eyes, "As expected of this time, Greencough has settled in again. And we need to work together to avoid an outbreak. So if you suspect yourself or any other Clanmate to have it, don't hesitate to come to my den. Not just for your sake, but everyone else's.", Leafpool uttered.

Not in the mood to see their reactions, Leafpool hurriedly ducked away, plunging back into the common crowd, where she belonged. Disorientating to be back on the even ground again. Veering around the rim of the crowd, until she at the very back, wedging herself between Rainwhisker and Squirrelflight. Her sister wrapped her long bushy tail round Leafpool while they watched the rest of the meeting in silence. Serval fox-lengths away, Daisy nervously gave Berrykit a final lick, before he finally wriggled away from his mother's rasping tongue.

Too young to be at the meeting, Sorreltail's kits had to watch from the Nursery's entrance. Leafpool's old friend literally needed to pin Molekit down, as he attampted to become an apprentice alongside them. Sorreltail's brother, Rainwhisker nudged the unruly kit back into the Nursery. He did his best to be patient, probably practicing for when he was a father himself one day.

"Today, we'll be doing something never done before in Thunderclan history, welcoming new apprentices and a warrior in the same ceremony.", Firestar rang, his condition still forcing him to bend over slightly. Berrykit gave Daisy one last scowl, even though his sleek pelt glinted like water. Swallowing hard, the cream queen settled beside Sorreltail.
In the sky, the thick overcast cleared to allow sunlight to flood the Clearing, making it glow gold.

All the kits scrambled over each other, in a desperate attempt to be first. While Whitepaw calmly padded in last, everyone now neatly lining up. The snowy apprentice likes giant within the row of kits.

Holding his head towards the sun, Firestar began, "Whitepaw, you've trained harder than most to understand the ways of the Clans and the Warrior code. So, I, Firestar, leader of Thunderclan, appoint you as a Warrior in the name of Starclan. Do you promise to uphold the Warrior Code and protect your Clan, even at cost of your life?".

Without flinching, Whitepaw's promise came out loud and clear, "I do.".

"Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your Warrior name. From this moment on, you'll be known as Whitewing. Starclan honours your Patience and Sacrifice and we welcome you as a full Warrior of Thunderclan.". Normally, Thunderclan would have broken out into a chant, but there were still four more cats to name. Pulsing for breath, Firestar started again with the three kits.

"Whitewing! Berrypaw! Mousepaw! Hazelpaw!"

Heartbeats seemed to drag on after her father had listed out separate four names and three mentors, yet it was finally done. The stand out mentor for this ceremony must of been Dustpelt. It been moons he trained his last apprentice, Leafpool's own littermate. If he could handle Squirrelflight, he could handle anyone.

Dustpelt and Firestar were famously rivals, though the Leader still prided himself on not letting bias get to him. The chanting over, they could personally welcome the new additions to the Warrior's den and Apprentice's den. Waiting for Whitewing to stop being smothered by Cloudtail and Brightheart, the sisters stepped towards their old friend.

"It finally happened.", Squirrelflight cheered, "Does it feel weird?". Whitewing shrugged, unable to stop herself having a massive droopy grin, "A little. But it's been so long, I'm more than ready for a change.".

The ginger she-cat playfully nudged Whitewing in the shoulder with her nose, "That's an understatement. I still remember you use babysit us for Sandstorm, because you were basically already an apprentice.". Their pelts brushed as they bonded over their nursery memories, purring with amusement.

In the distance, Leafpool noticed Daisy approaching the three mentors of her kits. While Brambleclaw and Dustpelt happily engaged with her, Spiderleg hid behind them. Going from insulting Daisy, to suddenly being the mentor of her son, Mousepaw, made every interaction awkward. Leafpool hoped it would teach the black tom that Daisy deserved reaspect, even if she wasn't a traditional warrior.

Birchpaw's yappy voice distracted Leafpool, "Come along my minions!", a trail of tiny cats bounding behind him, squealing uncontrollably, "Birchstar will introduce you to your new Clan, Apprenticeclan!". Leading them in between two boulders, straight into their new den.

"Now Birchpaw the oldest of four apprentices. Certainly an upgrade from when it was just the two of you", Leafpool commented, twitching her whiskers. Though Whitewing waved her tail dismissively, "I spent my last few moons making sure he can put those kits in their place. He's tougher than a nutshell now. Not even Berrypaw can get him.", she boasted.

Leafpool stared at her, blinking, "That would be mighty impressive if he could.", she mewed. Being caught in her smoke of lies, Whitewing gave a sigh of defeat, "Can anyone deal with that overgrown furball?".

After chatting away with Sorreltail, Daisy overheard them, "Give him some time.", his mother's pleaded, "Warrior Training should humble him a bit.". Quickly, Whitewing dipped her head apologetic. Before long, Whitewing and Daisy quickly got on friendly terms, trading hints and tips on how to deal with petty cream tom. Her friend's attention elsewhere now, Leafpool decided to move on herself. Weaving through her Clanmates, the crowd was beginning to break apart now, as they separated to either congratulated individuals or retreated back to their dens.

While most were still gathered, Leafpool should use this time to snuff out where greencough lurked. Scanning the longs rows for any coughing. However, instead of her finding it, it came right to her, as Sorreltail marched an embarrassed Molekit over to the Medicine cat.

"I heard your announcement and this little troublemaker apparently doesn't want to get better.", she mewed down at her son. Yet Molekit attempted to protest, "But there's nothing wron-", however before he could finish, he interrupted by a nasty coughing fit, which he sealed his jaw shut in effect to hide it. There was so much rasping, it appeared to be the later stages. And when Leafpool placed her muzzle to his forehead, his body was radiating fierce heat, running a high fever.

Now closer to him, Leafpool even saw the subtle shivers of weakness running down his legs, as he struggled to hold his own weight. Great Starclan, he must have the stubbornness of a Shadowclan warrior to be able to hide his illness this long.

"How long have you had this?", Leafpool gasped, backing away. Unable to meet the Medicine cat gaze, Sorreltail spoke on his behalf, "Apparently he's hidden it for at least four days.", Sorreltail sighed, clearly worried. To this, Molekit grumbled, "I wasn't hiding anything. Real warriors don't get sick.".

"All cats get sick, Molekit.", Leafpool gently explained to the naive kit, "Including warriors. Now if you want to help your Clan, you need to let me help you first.". Taking aback by her words, Molekit glanced down at his black paws, before reluctantly nodded, going to Leafpool's side.

"Will it take long?", Sorreltail asked, "It'll be a shame if he couldn't explore the territory with his littermates.". Seeing her old friend like this, made Leafpool's heartache. But she knew better than to rush anything when it came to the health of her Clanmates. "I'll do my best.", Leafpool promised, "But I can't say how long it will take. Molekit will need to stay in my den until I have the Greencough under control.".

Seemingly understanding, Sorreltail dipped her head gratefully, "I have no doubt you will.". Licking her kit's ears, the Queen crouched beside him, "You'll just to have to stay in the Medicine den for a little while but it won't be long.", she mewed.

"But that'll be so boring!", Molekit exclaimed.

Sorreltail blinked at him, "But if you do this, you'll make sure no one else will get sick."

Quickly, Leafpool added in, "It's not that boring in the Medicine den. My role has knowledge not even warriors know. We heal instead of fight."

"Really?", Molekit exclaimed, curiosity sparking in his eyes. After a pulse, the young cat slowly dipped his head towards the two she-cats, going to Leafpool's side. With it agreed, Leafpool glided the restless youth towards at her den, Sandstorm not needing an escort there.

On their way over, they pasted Firestar, Brackenfur and Brambleclaw bundled together in deep conversation. Despite her best efforts, Leafpool couldn't help but overhear Brackenfur's promise, "I know you've got a lot happening, so I'll do what I can to make things easier for you."

Brambleclaw nodded to the tabby warrior as he padded away, grateful to have somebody aiding his deputy duties. Though he turned back to Firestar, quietly whispering, "Can someone else take Berrypaw for awhile? The first moon of training is critical and he deserves a mentor who isn't distracted. With Goldenflower and Squirrelflight's kits – I'll just don't feel ready."

All of Leafpool's fears were coming to the forefront. She'd debated beforehand, if covering up her forbidden romance was right and she was questioning it again. Leafpool was adding to Brambleclaw's stress, when his mother was already sick. As the mate of Squirrelflight and foster father of her kits – Leafpool owed it to him to help.

Luckily, Firestar noticed his daughter, signalling for her to come over. The Leader nodded in her direction, "I'll look into it. But you're stronger than you think, Brambleclaw. There's a reason I choose you as deputy. If you're having a problem with your stress, then Leafpool can also help you."

The brown deputy reluctant to follow Leafpool, as if he felt guilty for taking up herbs. Did he not consider himself worthy of treatment? Without a word, Leafpool and Brambleclaw headed over to the Medcine den, with Molekit asking the deputy endless questions.

Dropping off her patients, Leafpool searched last remnants of the scattering meeting. Thank Starclan, no more sick cats to be found. She'd caught it early with only two Clanmates infected. Now the main thing was to get them cured quickly. Which would be tricky, considering the Catmint store had somehow either run out or disappeared. Soon, Brightheart had sensed the commotion within the Medicine den, joining to lend an extra set of paws.

While Brightheart smoothed Sandstorm's and Molekit's throats down with honey, Leafpool treated her other patients near the entrance. Leafpool wanted to give the brown tabby more time, but she couldn't risk him being infected, so she did him quickly. His amber eyes were deep sunk into his head, dark rims surrounding them. Not even able to find the time to flatten his scrappy brown coat.

"How much sleep did you get last night?", Leafpool mewed, circling and sniffing him to find any other symptoms. Flexing his claws against the gritty floor, he was reluctant to answer but couldn't ignore a question from a Medicine cat. "I've been up doing extra hurting.", he admitted, "Most prey's fur or feathers are too tough for Goldenflower now. Only plump mice and pigeons have enough soft meat to spare."

Consisting there was still snowfall around, it would be tricky to find the certain fresh-kill Brambleclaw soft. Yet the foolish part was his delusion he needed to do it alone. Even her lying pelt still had Squirrelflight. "But that doesn't need to solely fall on you, Brambleclaw.", Leafpool replied, "Elders are the whole Clan's reasonability. Just give out the order, if any hurter finds those fresh-kill, it'll go straight to Goldenflower. Alright?".

Swallowing down his pride, Brambleclaw agreed with a snort, "If you think it's best.".

"I do.", Leafpool nodded, "Now onto you- Looking after your mother isn't excuse to start neglecting your own health. So either return to your own nest for a while or set up a proper one in the Elder's den. Actually-".

Before the deputy could do anything, the Medicine cat called out to a passing apprentice across the clearing, "Hazelpaw!".Stunned for a heartbeat, the grey and white she-cat trotted over to the Rim of the cave, nosing twitching like a mouse's, curiously watching the busy den.

Grabbing one of the unused nests within her own den, Leafpool shoved the large green clump into Hazelpaw's forepaws. "Lay this down in the Elder's den. Next to Goldenflower's, as soft as you can make it. A nest fit for your deputy.", Leafpool instructed, tail pointing to an embarrassed Brambleclaw. Honoured to be chosen for the job, Hazelpaw eagerly grabbed the moss.

"My first apprentice job!", she exclaimed eagerly, "We make this a complication later, Molekit. The apprentices can show you kits how it's done."

"You're on!", Molekit countered as Hazelpaw turned away, rushing like the wind to get her job finished.

With that out the way, Leafpool went into the shadowy corner of the den, Leafpool slid off dried oak leaf, curving upwards, to cleanly nestle the shiny blacks shells of poppy seeds in its centre. "No matter what you choose though before you go to sleep tonight, I need you to take those.", Leafpool mewed.

"Couldn't someone else need those more?", Brambleclaw whispered in such a quiet voice, it was more of a question to himself than Leafpool. Sensing his uneasiness with the herbs, Leafpool tried being reassuring, "Longtail or Mousefur can look out for Goldenflower. I know your mother doesn't want to see you doing this to yourself."

Finally, giving in, Brambleclaw accepted the seeds with a twitch of the ears, grasping the leaf's stem between his teeth. As he delivered the poppy seeds to the Warrior's den, at last joining Squirrelflight again, guilt pricked over his pelt like ripples on a puddle when a raindrop struck it.

This had to be deeper than Goldenflower. Was this the aftermath of being forced to kill his own brother for refusing cold-blooded murder?

"Leafpool!", Brightheart's alarmed call made Leafpool almost leap out of her pelt. Rushing over, Brightheart was bent over a violently shivering Molekit, who had sunk down onto his side while Sandstorm remained crouched in her nest, fur spiked. The black kit's pelt had an unnatural shine to it as the burning fever forced the water from his body.

Reacting quickly, Leafpool tore a mossball from Molekit's nest and flung it towards her mother, "Soak it in water and keep him hydrated.". As Sandstorm dealt with that, Leafpool tested Molekit's strength, nudging him to his paws with her muzzle. Yet he remained too limp to get up, only able to groan. Sorreltail had been right about the time frame. Being untreated for so many days, Molekit's greencough was in the final stages, his condition declining rapidly.

"Mousedang!", Leafpool cursed aloud. She couldn't let a kit slip away! Not when Cinderpelt had previously sacrificed herself to save Molekit as a newborn. It was too unfair, he hadn't even seen the lake yet. Heart pounding, she ignored a lost Brightheart, heading to the Herb Store. Debating in her head whether to use Hawkweed or Coltsfoot. The first was specifically a cure for greencough, even if it was a weak one. However, due to Molekit's young age, it was too tough. Forcing her to get the softer Coltsfoot, which was only for general use.

Having decided, she grabbed the ragged leaves of Ragwort for strength and shrivelled flowers of Coltsfoot for a cough. Using her claws, Leafpool hurriedly gridded the herbs into a mixture of fine strips. Exiting the store, Leafpool stumbled over her words as she was hastily explaining to Brightheart, "This is a mix of Ragwort and Coltsfoot- Try to get Molekit to eat it while I get more Catmint.", she uttered, quickening her pace.

Yet Brightheart sidestepped to block her path, eyes widen to the same size as an owl's, "You mean you've run out of Catmint?", she gasped.

Forcing herself to nod, Leafpool clawed the ground, frustrated with herself, "I don't know what happened to it. Whether it ran out or went missing, it doesn't matter. It's gone. I have to go out for more.", she growled, going past the white and ginger she-cat, seriously pressed for time.

"Be quick!", Brightheart's words echoed as Leafpool left the den far behind, breaking off into a run. Bounding across the rock hollow like a deer trying to escape death, Leafpool was about to tear through the thorn entrance, when a grey wall of fur blocked her. Crouched down, Rainwhisker blinked sleepily up at her, patches of his fur still thinned from his healing wounds. Rising to his paws, he casually padded over, "You're not scouting for herbs, are you? I've sent so long recovering, I'd do anything to get out the camp.", he mewed.

Crushing loose grit under her paws, Leafpool made her answer snappy, "I am.", failing to hide her impatience. Yet Rainwhisker didn't seem to care, eagerly joining her side, "Oh, that's great. Care if I join you-".

"This is serious, Rainwhisker.", Leafpool interrupted the happy-go-lucky tom, "Molekit has collapsed from greencough. So if you want to help me- We'll have to run the whole time.". Admittedly, Leafpool desperately needed a warrior's speed right now. With the mention of his sister's kit in danger, his face became shocked, "Sorreltail…", he muttered.

A low voice called out to them, "Is something wrong?". The mates, Stormfur and Brook padded over to the quarrelling clanmates, tails twitching with worry.

With a sudden tone shift, Rainwhisker took charge, "You two can help! Molekit endangered, so let's not wait!".

Before Leafpool could react, the grey warrior sprang out of camp with powerful hind legs like a hare. Upturning earth as he went, disappearing to the forest in less than a heartbeat. Even if Rainwhikser was being erratic, as Molekit's kin, Leafpool couldn't blame him.

Hurriedly, she translated Rainwhisker's rash words to the dumbstruck mates, "Molekit desperately needs catmint. If you two cover the Windclan border, while we'll go to the Twoleg nest, we'll find some for sure. If you find any, go straight back to camp and give to Brightheart. Alright?"

Understanding the situation, Stormfur and Brook bowed their heads with a new determination. Already lagging behind, Leafpool was left to catch up in Rainwhisker's dust.

In the distance, Rainwhisker was nothing but a grey speck flickering in and out of existence on the green horizon. Yet Leafpool didn't dare call for him to slow down. Every heartbeat counted. And they both knew the final destination anyway. Knowing this forest for half their lives. Knowing it like their own pelts.

Out in the open territory, they had to carefully pick their way through the endless sea of undergrowth. Sticking to the flatten paths, their clanmates constantly tread each day. Driving under overhanging thorns and leaping over rotting logs. Stems constantly threatening to trip them up or claw-like branches swiping at their faces. Overhead, the grey clouds steadily gathered, promising rain in a short while.

Building speed, Leafpool's paws barely skimmed the ground, almost like she was flying. Energy surges through her veins faster and faster. Her mind and eyes strictly fixed on the journey ahead. Never before had there been such raw determination pulsing through her. Determined, not to let this day, become the first time she lost a patient as a lone medicine cat. Not a young cat who was no more than a kit.

Soon, her muscle began aching, crying for her to rest. A soft wind rattled the branches above, like the trees were trying to reach down to her. Yet she didn't dare slow her pace, not for a heartbeat. The swallow ditches and rising slopes pasted under her so fast, the ground flowed into a current, like waves of a gushing river. Eventually, the looming dark shape of the abandoned Twoleg nest came into view between the oak trunks. Falling just short of the towering pines of Shadowclan territory. Smooth cut stone walls rose from the ground, supported by nothing but rotting wooden beams. Ready to crumble down with the slightest breeze. Large square holes on all of its sides, only thick gloom laying inside.

Finding a dip in the earth, Leafpool slipped under the massive tangle of thorns, acting as a spiky barrier, protecting what lay beyond. The canopy opened up, letting the sun stream the whole clearing. The building storm still has not reached this peaceful quiet yet. Unique colourful flowers and plants lined the Nest's stained walls, overflowing with the scent of sweet herbs. Thunderclan was lucky to have this isolated clearing. If this area didn't yield any catmint, Leafpool had to put all her faith in Stormfur's search at the Windclan border.

Rainwhisker rounded the corner, already searching the rows of plants, his muzzle down to the gritty yet soft floor. "I've already checked half the nest itself, so I'll carry on with that.", he sternly reported, "You check the edges of the Clearing.", continuing on his way with full focus. Completely skipping over the actual catmint itself, not giving it a second glance. Not waiting for him to figure it on his own, Leafpool instantly rushed to the right spot.

"Those are nettles, Mousebrain! You'll hurt yourself.", Rainwhisker snapped, stressed. Confidently, Leafpool plucked the greyish leaves from its fuzzy stems. Releasing she wasn't getting stung, Rainwhisker turned away in a huff, "Nevermind.". Then he turned away, signalling for her to follow, "There's something you need to see.", he mewed. Curiously, the grey tom took her a few paces towards a flatten piece of grass. Like a nest, it clearly displayed a pile of withered leaves.

Those leaves were tightly woven together in an unnatural way, exactly like the leaf bundles Leafpool used to store herbs back in camp. It even had that knot at the top. It couldn't be, could it? Giving her freshly picked herb to Rainwhisker, she cautiously circled the strange object. Approaching it, Leafpool opened it with her teeth, the dried leaves splitting apart. The two cats gasped together. The original catmint store.

"I don't get it. What are stored herbs doing all the way in this dump?", Rainwhisker blurted, gritting his teeth. "I don't know.", Leafpool admitted. Even for a Medicine cat, it was baffling. It couldn't be some animal. There were no recent attacks from any creatures on camp. Meat eaters like Badger and Foxes would have no reason to steal, what to them, would be a useless plant.

It had to be a cat. However, the herb store had remained completely untouched in the last battle on camp. So the only option- was a Clanmate. But who and why? What purpose would anyone have for taking the whole Catmint supply without her permission and place it here? It seemed too random, so pointless. Yet again. There was a third option. A more supernatural explanation. Is this an omen from Starclan?

Rainwhisker took a step forward, ears flattened, "It probably some tasteless joke from an apprentice.", he scoffed, "But Firestar can deal with them later. We have a life to save.". Just as the first raindrop fit Leafpool's small nose, there was a rustle of leaves in the canopy bordering the clearing. Strangely, Rainwhisker had his blue gaze fixed directly at a nearby rotting tree, flickers of movement among the frail branches.

Yet just before Leafpool could get a clear view herself, there was a thunderous crack splitting the air itself! A long thin shadow fell over them, as the huge shape of a broken branch, rapidly speeding towards them, spinning out of control. It consumed more and more of Leafpool's vision, as it approached, nearer and nearer.

Not even having time to gasp as Rainwhisker's deafening words rang painful close to her ears, "Get out the way!", the warrior yowled on the top of his lungs, driving his powerful forepaws into her flank at full force. Forcing her to stumble and drop the catmint, scattering them in an explosion of leaves.

Yet it wasn't enough.

The branch met its target, slamming into the ground and Rainwhisker, with the sick snap of bone. A heartbeat later, it somehow managed to bounce, still spinning, the end part landing squarely on the side of Leafpool's skull. No pain. Just instant blackness.

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Rapidly shaking her head, Leafpool's senses finally sparked to life. Finding herself in her overly familiar cave, just as gloomy and bare as she remembered. The Numbness faded as a sharp pain struck her head, the spinning world and bile silvering up her throat. The raw reek of blood making her nostrils burn.

Running her paw over it, not only small drops of scarlet, but cobwebs and chewed herbs lay on her small pink pads. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back in an instant. The Bone crack! Abruptly, new energy struck through her like a lightning bolt, "Rainwhisker!", Leafpool gasped, forcing herself upwards. Ignoring the fresh swelling of blood in her wound, she threw her head side to side, frantically searching around the cave. However, the Grey warrior was nowhere to be found, neither was Molekit.

The place was eerily deserted besides from a small bundle of creamy fur, Sandstorm tucked away in the corner nest. Beyond the rocky archway, twilight had settled in, many dark outlines of her clanmates scattered across the blue tinted clearing. How much time has passed since she was knocked out? The atmosphere lay heavy with the scent and murmuring of pure grief.

Limping over to the only cat there, Leafpool prodded her mother awake, surprised that her eyelids flew open instantly, only resting her head. As Sandstorm rose her head, her expression was as cold and dead as a stone. Making freezing chills of terror rip down Leafpool's tail.

"How's your greencough?", Leafpool whispered weakly, "And where's Molekit and Rainwhisker?", utterly dreading the answer. Not able to meet her daughter's pleading gaze, Sandstorm anxiously tore at her moss bedding, "I'm fine.", Sandstorm assured her, "Ashfur's patrol remembered to retrieve the Catmint, when they brought back you and Rainwhisker-",

However, the Pale she-cat trailed off her words. Silence formed like frost, creating a barrier between them. Already knowing Leafpool's unasked question, Sandstorm finally answered, "I'm sorry- Neither of them survived: The storm must have blown a branch down. Rainwhisker's spine was completely crushed by the time the patrol found him. And Molekit slipped away shortly afterwards, not getting the catmint in time.".

Fangs of solid ice crunched down deep into Leafpool's ribs, the sheer shock physically painful, stumbling back. This didn't make any sense. The Storm had barely started when that branch fell! The wind shouldn't have been strong enough to do that. Alarmed, Sandstorm stood over Leafpool, burying her head into her neck fur. "None of this is your fault, Leafpool.", Sandstorm softly mewed, "You were unconscious the whole time, you couldn't have done anything. Even the greatest Medicine cats can't save everyone, including Cinderpelt. All you can do is try your best, and that's what you've done today.".

Truly, Leafpool wished her Mother's heartfelt words could be meaningful to her. But Sandstorm just didn't understand: The Catmint store went missing while greencough was present and her friend's brother and son died on the same night. This couldn't be a coincidence. Imagining endless pairs of blue blazing eyes staring at her.

Were those the consequences Thunderclan had to suffer because of her crimes? Was this Starclan punishment? The wrath of her Warrior ancestors was never to be underestimated.

Wails of anguish broke the unmoving air, cracking like thunder. Swishing Sandstorm away with her tail, Leafpool nervously crouched at the entrance, spying outwards. Each cat has their own unique way of dealing with the tragedy. Brambleclaw pressed himself hard against Squirrelflight, his supposed pregnant mate. Normally, her independent sister would have swatted him away, not liking being fussed over. But this time, she was too distant in a confused haze to care.

While Daisy had rounded up the apprentices along with Whitewing, trying to keep them calm. It must have been a total shock for Berrypaw and his littermates: The first day of their apprenticeship and their friend had passed away. However the creamy Queen wasn't handling well herself, more fearful than grieving. Making Leafpool to wonder if she'd try to return to the Horse place again, like she had done when Berrypaw lost half his tail.

Rows of shadows fell over the Medicine den, as a band of warriors stalked past, their heads bowed. Amongst them, Ferncloud and Ashfur were lowered to the ground, side by side. At least someone seemed to be reconnecting. Ashfur searched around suspiciously like he was being hunted like helpless prey. Catching Leafpool's eye around the stony corner, Ashfur quickly nudged his sister deeper into the crowd with him before his littermate could ask why.

Respectful, Clanmates kept their distance while the grieving family and friends surrounded the limp bodies in the centre. Standing over Rainwhisker's body, was his former mentor, Cloudtail, touching noses with him, the exact way when he became a paw all those seasons ago. Unfortunately, Rainwhisker wasn't able to live long enough to receive an apprentice of his own. Perhaps he wanted to train Molekit himself, if they had both lived.

A fox length from Molekit's body, Stormfur and Brook pressed into each other's flanks. They must have been guilt-ridden, entrusted to find the catmint, but luck wasn't on their side. As a Half-Clan and Tribe cat, Leafpool prayed Thunderclan wouldn't unfairly blame them. No warrior could've done better.

On Top of Molekit, his littermates lay stacked like a fresh-kill pile, motionless. Grief draining the life out of them like a weed. It appeared they were asleep like they would have been every night next to their mother's belly in the Nursery. Almost as if Molekit wasn't dead at all.

Then between both her son and brother, Sorreltail was crumbled to the floor, shaking violently, completely destroyed. In vain, Brackenfur attempted to confront his mate, forgetting to grieve himself.

Originally, Leafpool had thought she could help Sorreltail herself, but if Brackenfur couldn't, she'd be hopeless. Considering she may be the reason which caused this, did she even have the right? To intrude on this deeply personal time, it would just be rude. For now, like everyone else, all Leafpool could do was give them space.

Sighing with deep regret, Leafpool edged back into her nest in shame. Unable to stop it, Leafpool's muscles jerked and twitched. Understanding her kit, Sandstorm simply left her alone to think. Expecting her thoughts to be rampaging, in a wild scramble to make sense of those overwhelming events. Instead, however, there was nothing, her head hollow of any logic.

A fresh stream of thick and hot blood dripped down her face. Whatever herb Brightheart had used, it didn't prevent bleeding. Then soft pawsteps bounced off the stone, echoing. Firestar and Brightheart entered. Awkwardly, Brightheart's movements were stiff and slow, sympathetic towards the fellow mother. Unlike Firestar, he remained the powerful leader his Clan needed, calm and controlled.

"At least Starclan spared a few.", Firestar quietly signed, dipping his head to his surviving kin. Clear guilt sparkling in his green eyes, that both his loved ones lived, when Sorreltail's didn't.

Kneeling down, Brightheart lapped away the blood from Leafpool's eye, "I did my best to patch you up, but I can't be certain I got everything.", she mewed.

"What was the herb you used?", Leafpool asked, sounding distant.

"Those yellow flowers you used for Firestar's wound.", Brightheart blinked. Getting onto shaky paws, Leafpool nodded, "Goldenrod.", she corrected, "Well remembered and not far off. But it's meant to be used later in the healing process. It's Marigold you need to stop imminent infection and bleeding.".

After fetching it, Leafpool treated herself, chewing it and spearing the pulp onto her head injury. While Brightheart repeated Leafpool's words to herself, Firestar stepped forward, tail held up, wanting to get to business, "After their friend died on their first day, the new apprentices are in no state to train. So I was thinking to allow them a few days off, so they can grieve with Sorreltail's litter. But I need a Medicine cat's advice.".

His chilling words made Leafpool freeze in place, only able to stare down at her paws. "You're right about that. Though I also think they should be allowed to stay in the Nursery for a while. It won't harm them to act like kits again.", she agreed.

From the back of the den, Sandstorm overheard Brackenfur's pleading words into his mate's ears, pointing at the brown tom with her nose, "Offer some time off to Brackenfur as well. He's lost his son after all. He'll say he's fine, but you can never be sure.", she added.

"That's a good point.", Firestar nodded, "Being with his kits is the most important thing now. The only question is, who will take the temporary deputy position? Should we have it at all?".

Leafpool glanced at Firestar's neck wound, still a challenge to just leave camp, let doing patrols or fighting. While Brambleclaw had remained to catch up on his sleep. She shook her head, "Neither you or Brambleclaw has fully recovered yet, so we still need it.", she advised.

"I'll ask Thornclaw to fill out for his brother then.", Firestar shrugged, "At least he doesn't have any kits or mates to worry about.". The young warrior was hard-working and head strong, if not slightly obsessive of perfection. Certainly wouldn't make a bad leader.

A brown shadow came over the den as Brook padded inside, "I'm not interrupting, I am? It's just that Sorreltail mentioned something.".

Firestar's whisker twitched with curiosity, inviting her in with her tail. The Tribe cat crouched down on the hard stone, gazing at the cats gathered round, "I was giving my condolences to Sorreltail and she muttered that Molekit never got to be an apprentice. I haven't been in the Clans for long, but your elders mentioned a ceremony for the deceased kits. That Leaders can grant names while a cat is on their way to Starclan. Is that something you'd consider?"

Admittedly, Leafpool only has vague knowledge of this ancient ceremony. It certainly had never happened in her lifetime and perhaps not her father either. It seemed to be a dying tradition since they moved to the lake. Surprisingly, it was her mother, Sandstorm who spoke up, "The last time that happened, was under Bluestar when I was in the Nursery. I can try to recall the words."

"Yes, thank you, Sandstorm.", Firestar nodded to his mate, as they ventured out of the Medicine den. They approach the bodies, laid out in flowers and herbs. Leafpool tried following, but her head injury sent sharp pain through her skulls. Both Brightheart and Brook caught her as she stumbled. The Tribe she-cat guided Leafpool to a plump nest, "You've done everything you can, Leafpool. I'm sure Molekit and Rainwhisker's spirits want you to rest. "

Sinking into the moss, Leafpool had to soberly admit defeat. They were gone, there was nothing else she could do. Outside, Sorreltail had accepted Firestar's proposal and they were preparing for the ceremony.

Firestar raised his head to Silverpool, so the spirits of Starclan could hear his call, "I ask my warrior ancestors to look down on the young cats. We wish to grant them the chance to fulfil their dreams in Starclan. When you receive them into your ranks, it'll be as Molepaw, with Rainwhisker as his mentor. I know he'll pass his humour and dedication onto his young apprentice."

Before Leafpool knew it, she'd drifted off into sleep, though a paw was forcing her back into the waking world once again. Firestar was standing over her, "Sorry to wake you – But I need to discuss the Moonpool meeting- Leafpool, are you fit enough to attend? It's already quite late anyway.".

This reminder hit Leafpool like a rockslide. She hadn't even thought of that. The night of the crescent moon was dragging on. However, there was no way she could miss this opportunity. Answers were desperately needed on both today's tragedy and her kits. And if she waited for the next half-moon, the kits may have already arrived.

"I can manage.", Leafpool hesitantly assured him, "It's my head that injured, not my legs after all.". Yet everyone else remained to be convinced, including herself. Head injuries could still affect travelling, able to make the most graceful of cats lose their sense of balance.

Brightheart, who had stayed supervising, added in, "I may not be a Medicine cat, but I could accompany you for the journey.", she offered, "I'll just wait somewhere else while you share tongues with Starclan.". At first, it seemed harmless. Unusual yes, but understandable given Leafpool's injuries. However, given two lives were already taken, Leafpool couldn't take the slightest risk in angering Starclan further.

"I'm fine, trust me.", Leafpool almost pleaded, waving her tail dismissively, awkwardly slipping past a confused Brightheart and Firestar, "I'll be back by next sunhigh at the latest."

"Be careful.", Firestar reminded her sternly. Before she forgot, Leafpool grabbed a short stem of Thyme as she entered the darkening light. The first star of silverpelt was peeking through the purple fog of the dusky sky, streaking with sharp lines of soft pinks and dull blues. Most of who were sitting vigil, were now locked away in deep slumber, knowing not even death halted the cycle of the seasons, so neither did the Clans. Despite how wrong it felt, it was back to usual duties tomorrow.

Even Molepaw's littermates couldn't be allowed to stay sleeping on top of their dead brother, overwhelming for their young minds. Now, only four living cats remained: The two mentors laying to the sidelines and the mates tightly circled together in one great shivering mass. Taking a deep breath, Leafpool was the only thing that dared to move in the unmoving deserted hollow. The dread grew with each step closer to lifeless husks of Molepaw and Rainwhisker. Were they some kind of sick sacrifice to punish someone else?

Nothing like a joyful and calm cat she was before, Sorreltail lay flat on her flank, pressed against the cold bare stone, staring into nothingness. Almost as lifeless as his mate, Brackenfur barely had enough energy to raise his head with Leafpool's wary approach. Keeping her distance, she gently placed her offering for the grieving pair. "For the shock.", she silently mouthed at the golden -brown tabby. Not even able to nod, Brackenfur blinked painfully slowly in thanks for the herbs. A little way off, Brook crawled slowly towards Leafpool, whispering up to her, "I'll keep an eye on them.", she promised.

Unable to stand the sight of clanmates being defeated like this, Leafpool directly focused on the thorn tunnel ahead. Blood rushing in her ears, Leafpool sped towards the Entrance, doing anything to get out of here and seek the answers she soft. Half-way through the spikey cover, a dark ginger shadow stalked into her path, "I knew that branch wouldn't stop you.", Squirrelflight muttered, a striking lime glow to her eyes. Under her words, was a freshly formed layer of fury, affected like everyone else by the injustices that took place today.

Usually, Leafpool would be relieved to see her littermate. This time though, the high stress burrowed its way into unwelcomed places, a strange intensity between the two sisters. Leafpool hated those kinds of moments, when loved ones felt like your enemies. Knowing the feeling too well everytime she stood face to face with Crowfeather.

"We'll talk later- I need to get going.", Leafpool urged, trying to move past. Stubborn like a boulder, Squirrelflight wouldn't move, lowering her head with a narrowed gaze, "Should I take the Borage and extra prey while you're gone?", she quietly questioned.

The tips of her gleaming fangs threatening to show, Leafpool standing directly over the crouched she-cat, "Don't.", Leafpool ordered, "Today's deaths- They have to be an omen. The path we're going down is a cursed one, Squirrelflight. We have to call everything off.".

"An omen?", Squirrelflight echoed, her bright pelt bristling, "You seriously think Starclan thought this Thunderclan? All for one litter?", her shocked questions quickly washed down to plain disbelief, unconvinced their warrior ancestors were capable of such a vile act. But this couldn't have been an accident, Leafpool refused to believe.

Her panic threatened to boil over, she couldn't face her sister anymore, barging past, "This is my fault- It has to be. Just let me do this!", she screeched like a bat. Springing past her sister, thorns tore through her pelts like slashing claws, like enraged Starclan warriors. Stumbling into the black stained forest, she ran at full speed, never glancing back.

"Leafpool!", Squirrelflight cried out. Yet it quickly faded into the silence.