Veiled Shadows

by venus164

Faced with an existential threat of extinction due to their lack of females within their ranks, the cats of IsleClan branch out, seeking a solution to their problem. When they receive an ominous message from StarClan, they realize their solution lies somewhere beyond their world. Follow the young warrior, Shadowstep, as he leads his patrol perilous journey into the unknown.

VEILED SHADOWS

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Allegiances

IsleClan

Leader: Ravenstar / A black tom with one white paw and amber eyes.
Deputy: Heronstrike / A gray and white patched tom with green eyes.
- apprentice: asterpaw
Medicine Cat: Bluedream / A small, mousy gray cat with wide blue eyes.

WARRIORS

- Cranberryfish / a wiry russet she-cat with pale tabby stripes and yellow eyes.
- apprentice: snapdragonpaw
- Falconheart / a brown tabby tom with piercing yellow eyes.
- Eldersplash / a small, fluffy gray tabby with green eyes.
- Shadowstep / a black tom with a white blaze down his muzzle and chest and pale blue eyes.
- Bitternwhisker / brown tabby tom with thick black stripes and amber eyes.

APPRENTICES

- Snapdragonpaw / a bright ginger tom with green eyes.
- Asterpaw / a blue-gray ticked tom with brown eyes.

QUEENS

ELDERS

- Doespeckle / a red-brown she-cat with white spots and blue eyes.
- Alderleap / a brown tom with a white chest.

EskerClan

Leader: Spottedstar / A pale cream tom with light brown spots and ice blue eyes.
Deputy: Peppersnap / A ginger and white she-cat with yellow eyes.
Medicine Cat: Sedgestorm / A mottled brown she-cat with brown eyes.
- apprentice: smallpaw

WARRIORS

- Vixenscar / dark red she-cat with deep green eyes and a scar ringing her throat.
- apprentice: otterpaw
- Cinnamondawn / dilute calico she-cat with amber eyes
- Troutfin / dark brown tabby tom with green eyes.
- Bramblepelt / chocolate brown tom with amber eyes.
- Hawthornwhisker / fluffy gray tabby tom with blue eyes.
- apprentice: creampaw
- Shimmerflight / golden ticked she-cat with green eyes.
- Vulturepounce / thin-furred brown tom with yellow eyes.
- Minnowface / blue-gray tom with blue eyes.

APPRENTICES

- Smallpaw / small golden tabby with a white chest and muzzle.
- Otterpaw / dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
- Creampaw / white she-cat with blue eyes.

QUEENS

- Firewasp / ginger tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

ELDERS

- Lizardnose / gray and white tabby she-cat with green eyes

- Scorchowl / black smoke tom with green eyes

MireClan

Leader: Foxstar / A thick-furred russet she-cat with pale yellow eyes.
Deputy: Windember / Charcoal gray cat with amber eyes.
Medicine Cat: Blackberryfrost / A pretty blue-black she-cat with deep blue eyes.
- apprentice: burdockpaw

WARRIORS

- Coldstripe / light gray tom with amber eyes
- Sparrowfur / dainty brown she-cat with yellow eyes
- Lavenderflame / tall gray tabby with amber eyes
- Mistleap / gray and white she-cat with amber eyes.
- Neritethorn / brown cat with a white chest and paws.
- Chamomilespots / calico and white she-cat with green eyes.
- apprentice: stormpaw
- Buckheart / huge brown tom with brown eyes.
- Ryespeckle / pale ginger cat with blue eyes.

APPRENTICES

- Burdockpaw / gray and white tom with amber eyes.
- Stormpaw / dark gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes.

QUEENS

- Rattlesnakefang / pale ginger she-cat with one white paw.
- mother to Frogkit, Larkkit, and Silkkit
- Poppyweb / tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes.

ELDERS

- Grayhornet / aged gray tom with one missing paw.

WolfClan

Leader: Stonestar / A huge gray tom with cobalt eyes and an x-shaped scar on his nose.
- apprentice: rowanpaw
Deputy: Shadedhiss / A fluffy brown calico tom with brown eyes.
Medicine Cat: Ruemoon / A brown tabby tom with a white muzzle.

WARRIORS

- Magpiewing / lithe charcoal and white she-cat with amber eyes.
- Needleclaw / golden tabby cat with yellow eyes.
- Mistleswift / gray speckled tom with green eyes.
- apprentice: darkpaw
- Houndtooth / massive black and white tom with long canines.
- Goldenfawn / golden she-cat with bright green eyes.
- apprentice: primrosepaw
- Thistledusk / pale brown tabby with bicolored eyes.
- Raccoontail / cream lynx point tom with strong tabby markings on his face and tail.
- Vanillahawk / pale brown she-cat with golden eyes.
- Phloxivy / gray and white cat with curled ears and green eyes.
- Sheepbelly / white tom with one amber eye.

APPRENTICES

- Primrosepaw / brown and white she-cat with blue eyes.
- Darkpaw / black spotted she-cat with green eyes.
- Rowanpaw / russet tabby tom with amber eyes.

QUEENS

ELDERS

- Duskfur / diluted calico cat with blue eyes.

Prologue: Viperstar's Curse

The light of the half-moon cast an eerie glow onto the misty island, the croak of frogs echoing through the land. Concealed within the lifted roots of the ancient, mossy trees were cats, nestled together in slumber. A pair of yellow eyes blinked open in the darkness as a large golden-furred cat slid from the shadows, a look of fierce determination on her face. She padded out into the moonlit clearing, her bushy tail lashing in anger. "Viperstar! Cats of IsleClan! This ends now!" She yowled, her sudden shout silencing the crickets and frogs nearby.

Eyes blinked open from several other dens, a few bleary-eyed cats padding forth to investigate the commotion. From a hole in a large tree emerged a cat. "Lionfang, you'd best have a good reason for disturbing the entire camp with your caterwauling." The cat murmured as she slithered down the trunk of the tree, revealing a silver tabby pelt full of fresh wounds, caked over with scabs. Lionfang turned to the cat, a fearsome look settling across her features. Behind her, several other cats fanned out in silent support.

"Viperstar, we will no longer tolerate your aggression and disregard for the Warrior Code. Your bloodlust has cost us the lives of our own clanmates and for that, we exile you from IsleClan." She growled lowly, her tail lashing behind her muscular figure. A laugh left Viperstar's open maw, ripping through the forest air harshly. "Exile me? I am the rightful leader of this clan. None can argue that." Viperstar began to circle the other cat, her head low to cover her throat. "And I will kill whoever tries." Lionfang unsheathed her claws, her ears pressing to her wide skull. "Come try it then." She hissed threateningly. With a yowl of rage, Viperstar charged at her, rearing up to slash at Lionfang's face with her long, curled claws. The golden cat sprang forward, wrapping her forepaws around Viperstar's smaller frame and tackling her to the earth. The cries of concern and support filled the air as more cats filed out of the dens. Enraged, Viperstar tore at Lionfang's ears as her hind paws struck out at the cat's underbelly, drawing blood that stained her fur. Pain flooded the warrior but she refused to move, instead setting a large paw in the center of Viperstar's chest and burying her claws into her silver fur, pinning her down. With her other paw, she struck at the leader's scarred face mercilessly. Viperstar screamed as her other wounds began to open, fresh blood seeping into her fur. "Yield!" Lionfang growled loudly. The silver cat spat like a snake in response, her eyes glowing with animalistic rage. She began to lash out with her paws in a frenzy, slicing into Lionfang's legs and chest. With a roar of pain, the golden cat pressed a paw against the silver cat's throat and leaned the entirety of her weight into it. Viperstar began to hack and choke, her expression now desperate as she tried to fight for her life. But Lionfang's strength was superior as she stilled herself like a stone, gritting her teeth as Viperstar's claws held her tightly.

"She's going to kill her!"
"Stop! Lionfang!"

The desperate cries of her clanmates pulled her from her murderous trance, Lionfang stepping back and allowing Viperstar to breathe. The she-cat took in long, gasping breaths, unable to rise from the blood-stained spot in the grass. As Lionfang stood over her, she noticed how small and weak the villainous leader seemed now. Viperstar turned her head eerily towards her, a fox-faced grin spreading on her bloody maw. "Warriors, kill her!" She panted, waiting for the cats to attack. When no one moved, Viperstar looked around angrily, seeing the stone-faced cats staring at her.

"You see," Lionfang began calmly. "Nobody supports you. You're done, Vipertongue." She meowed, stripping the leader of her name. The bloodied warrior turned to the warriors on the outskirts of the clearing. "Muskratpelt, Eeltooth, escort her to the border. Kill her if she rebels." She ordered. The two toms stepped forward and bowed their heads obediently. The wounded cat struggled to her paws, hissing as the two warriors approached her. Muskratpelt shoved her forward harshly and sent her skidding toward the camp entrance. Her burning amber eyes would turn once more to Lionfang and the others gathered. "Damn you all! Damn IsleClan!" She spat loudly. Eeltooth delivered a sharp blow to her hindquarters and sent her trotting into the shadows.

Two nights later, Lionfang was making the journey to the Star Beach to earn her nine lives. The chance of her mate, Whitesparrow, delivering their kits while she was absent had deterred her. On the second night, however, Tulipbloom had urged the deputy to leave post haste. "It is vital you receive your lives and your name as soon as possible," The medicine cat told her. So the two cats embarked on the sacred journey, trotting through clan territory with silent determination.

Whitesparrow's worried expression flashed in her mind, recalling her mate's fear of Vipertongue reappearing. "She can't hurt us any longer. And she certainly can't best me." Lionfang had confidently assured her. There was no doubt in her mind that the former leader had fled clan territory. It was more likely she was seeking help from the other clans. 'They won't help her.' Lionfang thought, recalling the bitter way the others spoke about her at the Gatherings. Everyone in the forest knew of Vipertongue's thirst for blood and power.

All thoughts of the evil cat were pushed from her mind as she and Tulipbloom honed in on the hallowed beach. It's pure white sand almost glowed in the light of the moon, and the waters that washed the coastline glowed a bioluminescent turquoise. Lionfang's breath caught in her throat at the magical sight, having not been to the Star Beach since she was but a six moon old apprentice. Tulipbloom purred as she looked up at the golden warrior, her tail gently guiding her. "This way. Your destiny awaits." The sweet old cat mewed. Lionfang followed her to a place where the glowing waters reached further inland, a lagoon. It came to pool in a more private area, surrounded by stone and thick clusters of trees.

Lionfang took her spot on a large, flat rock on one side, the rest of the world around her cast in dark shadows. Her paws tingled as she looked down at the water, glowing faintly as it lapped at the stone. Now was her time, her time to lead IsleClan to a better future. "I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this young warrior. Bridge the path between the living and the dead so she may ascend to her rightful rank." Tulipbloom murmured the phrases quietly. Immediately, the pool lit up brightly, sparking magnificently. Lionfang grinned, blinking in surprise at its brilliance. As she began to lean down to touch her nose to the vibrant pool, her gaze drifted to the blackness on the opposite side of the pool. A strange sensation overcame her, her hackles lifting as she sought out something in the shadows. "Touch your nose to the waters now, Lionfang." Tulipbloom promted calmly. "I feel like-" She broke off as light suddenly reflected in two yellow eyes, an enraged roar slicing through the air as a heavily wounded silver tabby sprung from the other side of the pool.

Lionfang stumbled back, slipping on the wet stone. Vipertongue collided with her, her long claws sinking into the soft skin of the golden cat's throat before she could act. "No!" Tulipbloom gasped, trying to shove Vipertongue off of her. The scorned warrior hissed and struck a hard blow across the medicine cat's face, sending her flying back. She turned her venomous glare back onto Lionfang, who stared up at her with wide, terrified eyes. "I curse IsleClan and its predecessors. By the life seeping from your neck and by the warriors of the Dark Forest, I curse them." A weak, choking sound escaped Lionfang's maw briefly before she fell limp, her blood trickling into the dark waters of the pool.

Chapter One

The mouse let out a sharp squeal as Shadowstep's claws sank into its thin fur, the tom quickly bending down and giving it a sharp bite to the spine. Primal satisfaction warmed the black tom as he picked up his kill, trotting back to where the rest of his patrol waited. "Great catch!" A small ginger tom, Snapdragonpaw, mewed, beaming. Shadowstep bowed his head in gratitude, setting the mouse down for a moment. "Should we head back to camp? I think Heronstrike will be satisfied with our haul." he suggested, arching his back in a long stretch. The thin russet molly that accompanied him swiped her tongue over her paw with a snort. "When is Heronstrike ever satisfied?" she meowed sardonically, getting to her paws. Shadowstep shrugged, grasping his mouse in his jaws once more. "He'll have to be," he answered through the mouthful. With a flick of his tail, he signaled for the others to collect their prey and the three cats began heading back to camp.

A fine mist had settled over the majority of their forest territory, creating a layer of dampness on the cats pelts as they navigated through the moss-covered terrain. Ahead of Shadowstep, a narrow ravine opened up, leading the cats in a downward motion. The black tom ducked under the entangled roots of two ancient trees, entering an open clearing beside a slow-moving river. The patrol deposited their prey in a shallow scoop in the earth where other fresh-kill options lay, Snapdragonpaw struggled to drag his large fish across camp. "Nice catch, Snapdragonpaw!" a soft voice sounded, the cats turning to see Asterpaw padding calmly over to them. "Thanks! Cranberryfish, can I go now?" Snapdragonpaw turned to the russet she-cat with pleading eyes. She chuckled at his expression and nodded. "Fine, but be ready for training this evening." she called as the tom turned, racing away with his friend.

Shadowstep turned to the she-cat with an amused look, raising a brow. "Wanna share that fish he caught?" he asked slyly, glancing back at the fat trout. Cranberryfish snorted. "You know I do." She would grasp onto the fat creature's slippery body and lead the tom to the edge of camp, right on the riverbed. As the two cats tucked in to the juicy fish, Shadowstep couldn't help but notice the she-cat's sudden change in attitude. Cranberryfish was gazing anxiously back at the camp, her ears angled toward the back of her head. He finished his bite carefully, giving her a concerned look. "So, uh, you okay?" he asked a bit awkwardly, his tail tapping the sandy earth.

The she-cats lips drew back in a frustrated snarl as she jerked her head back towards the river, her hackles lifted slightly. "It's like everyone's eyes are on me. I can't stand it." she hissed quietly. Shadowstep drew his head back nervously. "I hope I didn't-" The she-cat silenced him with a flick of her tail. "No. Not you. You've been a friend." she meowed, her gaze softening as she met his blue eyes. The tom relaxed a bit, though he could understand her feelings of helplessness. Cranberryfish was the last young female in the clan. IsleClan's last opportunity to breed kits. Though no cat dared speak to her about it, there was a growing restlessness every moon that passed that she did not take a mate. He cautiously reached his tail out, resting it on his companion's flank. "I'm sorry. If anyone says anything, don't hesitate to tell me." he offered, a small smile forming on his white muzzle. Cranberryfish's mood seemed to improve as she raised a brow at him. "You think I can't handle myself?" she challenged, smirking. Shadowstep laughed, withdrawing his tail. "Oh, trust me. I know you can." Cranberryfish had beaten him and many other toms more than a pawful of times when sparring. She was certainly a formidable warrior.

When the pair had eaten their fill, they lay there for awhile grooming the oil from their paws. Despite the obvious issue in IsleClan, things were quite peaceful. Shadowstep found himself drifting off into sleep with the comforting lull of the river in his ears. "Shadowstep!" His eyes flew open as he started a bit, calming as he looked over to see Ravenstar, a large black tom, beckoning him over. The warrior sighed, rising to his paws and stretching out his lazy muscles. "Enjoy your nap." he murmured mockingly at the dozing Cranberryfish. "I will..." she purred, her tail wrapping around her small frame. Forgetting his jealousy, Shadowstep padded towards the IsleClan leader with a questioning look, stopping about a fox-length from him. "Yes?" he prompted, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes. The amber-eyed tom gave him a once over before turning and stalking toward his den. "I need to speak with you." he muttered.

Shadowstep followed him up the old tree, clambering into the ivy-shaded hole that served as his den. Though it was certainly comfortable and had a nice view of the camp, Shadowstep wondered if the leader ever missed the company of the other cats in the warrior's den. Ravenstar settled in his nest, watching Shadowstep as he got comfortable. Another feeling of awkwardness would wash over the tom as he side-eyed the leader. 'Well?!' he thought to himself impatiently. "How are you?" Ravenstar asked calmly, wrapping his tail over his paws. "Uh, I'm fine." Shadowstep answered, still confused as to why he had to climb his ass all the way up the tree to answer a formality. "Good, good..." Ravenstar trailed off, watching a small beetle that was crawling along the wood. "So, I saw you with Cranberryfish..." A loud groan sounded as Shadowstep cringed. "Ugh, Dad! Not every relationship with a molly is a romantic one! And you need to tell the others to get off her back. She's uncomfortable." he said with a roll of his eyes. Ravenstar sighed and shook his head. "The problem still persists. Even if Cranberryfish has a litter, it doesn't save the clan. Our numbers are dwindling. And since Rabbitfern died, we have no queens."

Shadowstep avoided eye contact with his father, messing with a few dry leaves that were in front of him. It had been hard when Rabbitfern died, so soon after Asterpaw and Snapdragonpaw had become apprentices. She'd been a very beloved cat of the clan. "Well...so what? Life's not just about reproducing. IsleClan is thriving aside from that. We haven't had any issues on the borders and the prey is running fine." Ravenstar glared at him intensely as he spoke. "Of course the prey is running fine when we barely have cats to feed. Do you not understand that we are the last generation if no kits are born? That IsleClan ends with us?" Shadowstep shrugged in defeat, not knowing what he could say to ease his father's concerns. Why was he even telling him this anyway? His brow furrowed as he fixed Ravenstar with a questioning look. "Why aren't you venting these frustrations to Heronstrike? Isn't that what a deputy is for?" He thought of the stoic old tom with a shiver. They never had been friends. "I have. I wanted to speak to you because at the Gathering tonight," he meowed, his ears angling backwards in shame. "I'm going to ask the other clans to send us she-cats."

The warrior's jaw fell open in surprise. Ask the other clans for the lifeblood of their family lines? Their beloved family members, at that! "They'll never agree." he said, shaking his head. How could Ravenstar expect them to? "I'm going to offer them the Flower Coast." the old tom added, his eyes narrowed into unreadable slits. The Flower Coast was the only piece of land IsleClan owned in the mainland. Without it, they would be totally isolated on their island. Shadowstep's muzzle wrinkled in disgust. "That won't make a difference. No she-cats would consent to coming to live...come to breed with an enemy clan. It's against the Warrior Code! All you're going to do is admit to them we're weak." Shadowstep laughed coldly. "Hey! They may even just take Flower Coast if they know we don't have the warriors to defend it." Ravenstar let out a deep, threatening growl. Though Shadowstep was beyond pissed at this idea, he silenced his mockery. "It's happening. Whether you approve or not. I simply informed you so you wouldn't be blindsided. You're dismissed." With one last glare, Ravenstar waved a paw for his son to leave.

As Shadowstep descended the old tree, back into the humid sea air, he couldn't help but wonder if today would be the last normal day IsleClan would have.

The full moon hung in the night air as an annoying reminder of what was to come. Shadowstep watched as Heronstrike prepared the others to leave, of course including Cranberryfish and Doespeckle in the attendance as they did every moon. 'To keep up the illusion.' Shadowstep thought bitterly, though he knew that any notion the other clans had that IsleClan was a strong force would vaporize after Ravenstar spoke tonight. He snapped himself from his thoughts as a friendly-faced tabby approached him from across the camp. "Why so glum, Shadowstep?" Bitternwhisker asked, nudging him with his shoulder. Shadowstep shook his head dismissively and smiled back at his friend. "Just a lot on my mind, I guess. You know I don't really like Gatherings." Bitternwhisker laughed and pressed protectively into Shadowstep's side. "Aw, don't you worry, buddy. I'll make sure none of those MireClanners scare you." he teased. Shadowstep gave a playful hiss and shoved Bitternwhisker away, to which the tom fluffed up his pelt in mock aggression and crouched down to tackle him.

"I hope I'm not seeing two warriors tussling about like kits." A deep meow sounded from behind them. The two cats turned to see Heronstrike's looming presence standing a tail-length away. "Nope, just training, Heronstrike. Have to keep our skills sharp, right?" Shadowstep mewed as he straightened his posture. Bitternwhisker gave a corny smile to further back him up. Loonstrike stared at them menacingly for a moment before sniffing and turning away. "Right. Well come on, we're leaving." He ordered, padding to meet Ravenstar at the camp entrance.

With a flick of his tail, Ravenstar led the cats through the ravine and out onto the misty forest island. They moved at a trot so that Doespeckle could keep up, winding through the moss-covered trees and stones. Though Shadowstep loved IsleClan territory, he had to admit it was quite creepy at night. Fog wandered the lands nightly and most days, drifting in from the deeper sea. Several freshwater springs cut through the island, providing the cats with plenty to drink - namely the river that ran right beside their camp. But at night, there were plenty of places for a wandering kit to get washed away, out to sea. He shivered at the thought and trotted on, watching as Heronstrike and Ravenstar arrived at the beach.

The island wasn't far from the mainland, which offered two routes to get to Shell Beach, where all the clans gathered every moon. As the cats came to a hault on the white sand, Ravenstar turned to them. "We will be taking the tide pools once again!" He meowed briskly before leading them toward the path. Many cats disliked it simply because there were so many things to be stepped on, but Doespeckle wasn't strong enough to swim the short distance to the beach. "I hate the damned tide pools." Bitternwhisker whispered to him as they began picking their way across the slippery stone. "Then why don't you go swim and get washed away, never to be found again?" A taunting meow sounded as Falconheart ran by. "Shove it, Falconbreath!" Bitternwhisker called after him in annoyance, though the tom didn't look back. Shadowstep chuckled as he glanced back, watching as Cranberryfish carefully helped Doespeckle through the slippery rocks. He felt a pang of guilt for the russet she-cat. She was so kind at heart, though she spoke with a barbed tongue. She didn't deserve to feel like an object.

Before he could say anything, a sharp howl split through the air. "And that's why you don't run through the tide pools!" He heard Heronstrike hiss. Up ahead, he saw Falconheart cradling a front paw dramatically, whining. Shadowstep nudged Bitternwhisker and nodded toward the commotion. "Karma." he scoffed.

By the time the IsleClan cats had arrived, both EskerClan and WolfClan were already mingling together on the beach. It was quite easy to tell the two apart, even from far away. WolfClan cats were larger than most and had long, thick coats to protect them from the harsh mountain winds. EskerClan were a bit smaller and sleeker, more similar to the cats of IsleClan. Ravenstar stopped the group momentarily, surveying the scene closely before allowing them to move forward with a flick of his ear. Bitternwhisker raced ahead to go socialize with the other warriors, while Shadowstep hung back. He fell into step with Cranberryfish, who had left Doespeckle to do as she pleased. The ginger warrior's tail hung nervously near her rear ankles, but she held her head high with confidence. "Mind if I stick with you?" Shadowstep asked, offering her a friendly smile. "Sure," Cranberryfish agreed, leading him into the throng of cats on the beach. One had to be careful not to step on cracked shells as they made their way to the meeting place. A large oval had been cleared of the shells many moons prior so that cats could sit comfortably. Shadowstep watched as Ravenstar hopped up onto the stone clusters nearer to the water where the leaders sat. Waiting for him was Spottedstar, EskerClan's mysterious leader, and Stonestar, the fearsome leader of WolfClan. Despite being the closest to the beach, MireClan had yet to arrive.

"Wanna go talk to Goldenfawn and Houndtooth?" Cranberryfish's voice pulled him from his thoughts. He turned back to her and nodded in agreement before trotting toward a small group of warriors that were speaking on the far end of the circle. As they approached, a pretty golden molly noticed and her eyes brightened. "Cranberryfish!" she called out joyfully, standing up to touch noses with the other she-cat. The russet molly purred in response as they made contact, her tail waving in friendliness. Shadowstep moved aside a bit awkwardly as the she-cats embraced, allowing them their time. "Is that you, Shadowpaw?" A massive black and white patched tom stuck his head forward, two long canines glinting from under his lip.

Grinning widely, Shadowstep sat down opposite to the tom. "Losing your memory already, old dog?" He joked with a humorous twinkle in his eye. "I've been a warrior for five moons now." The other cats gathered chuckled softly, but a tiny brown and white apprentice pushed through them, her blue eyes alive with anger. "Hey! My father isn't old!" she spat at Shadowstep, who leaned away from her fury. Houndtooth rasped a tongue over his daughter's ear and drew her back with a huge paw. "Now, Primrosepaw, it's all in fun. Settle down, lass." he mewed. Thankfully, Primrosepaw seemed to relax, sitting down and pressing into her father's side affectionately.

"So how are you, Shadowstep?" He turned at Goldenfawn's sweet voice. As he made eye contact, he all but melted. Any tom could be subdued by Goldenfawn's beauty. It was a miracle she hadn't found herself a mate yet. "I, er, I'm well. And you?" he stammered, his pelt growing hot as he saw the taunting look in Houndtooth's gaze.

Goldenfawn simply chuckled and wrapped her thick tail around her paws. "I am, too. I have a new apprentice, you know? Wee Primrosepaw." The she-cat turned and grinned at the kit with fondness in her eyes. "Congratulations! She's in good paws." Shadowstep replied kindly, shooting a curious glance at the fiery she-kit. He'd hoped in part that either Snapdragonpaw or Asterpaw would've been given to him, but his lack of experience at the time made him an unattractive mentor. At least to Ravenstar. Purring her gratitude, Goldenfawn turned toward a calico she-cat who sat beside her. "Have you two met Cinnamondawn?" she asked Shadowstep and Cranberryfish. "I don't believe we have," replied Cranberryfish, who ducked her head to the warrior. "Pleased to meet you both, I'm from EskerClan." Cinnamondawn replied, blinking. She had quite a lovely pelt, white with large patches of bright ginger, black, and dark gray. Shadowstep narrowed his eyes as he tried to place her, feeling as though they'd met previously. "Haven't we fought before?" he asked. Cinnamondawn and the others looked shocked at the statement. After a moment, her eyes twinkled with recognition. "Oh, yes! Why, that must've been about...eight moons ago? Over the fish bones, right?" Shadowstep nodded, a smile on his face. Though he'd whipped her tail back then, she seemed to bear no ill will toward him.

"And how is Magpiewing?" Cranberryfish asked, redirecting the conversation. Houndtooth perked up at the mention of his mate, beaming. "She's excellent. Keepin' away from me so she doesn't end up in the nursery again!" The rest of the cats purred in laughter. Shadowstep had always had a soft spot for the cats in WolfClan. Though Stonestar seemed prickly at times, the rest of the cats were kind and warm - much like Goldenfawn and Houndtooth.

Before Cranberryfish could respond, a yowl echoed through the beach. Shadowstep turned to see a deep red she-cat emerge from the shadows, her head held high arrogantly. Foxstar. Following her was a stream of MireClan warriors, all approaching with equally dominant postures as they filed into the oval. IsleClan had the least contact with the marsh-dwelling cats, but that simply made MireClan more hostile towards them. Tension filled the air as the gathered EskerClan cats bristled at the sight of the other clan. It was no secret that they'd been feuding lately over Bobcat's Loch, the small lake that divided the clans' territories. "Who are they, Athair?" Primrosepaw asked Houndtooth in WolfClan's weird tongue. "MireClan. And that's their leader, Foxstar." Houndtooth explained quietly. "She looks fierce," the little cat whispered back, watching as Foxstar made her way to the stone cluster.

Shadowstep watched as a few words were exchanged between the leaders and then Stonestar stepped forward, facing the gathered warriors. "Cats of the clans! We shall start the Gathering!" His deep, accented voice echoed throughout the beach and the cats fell silent. Only the waves washing the beach was heard for a moment before he began. "WolfClan continues to prosper! We welcome three new apprentices - Primrosepaw, Rowanpaw, and Darkpaw!" In response, WolfClan loudly cheered the apprentices' names, a few cats from other clans quietly congratulating them as well. Stonestar held up his tail for silence before continuing. "In other news, two grizzlies have been spotted so far in the forest, meaning they are beginning to rouse from their slumber. I warn EskerClan to be on high alert near the rivers and streams." The gray tom glanced back toward Spottedstar, who dipped his head in thanks. Shadowstep was glad his clan didn't have to worry so much about bears. One had once dwelled on the island but had died long before he was born. With that, Stonestar took a step back and sat down.

Spottedstar would rise next, his creamy fur glowing in the light of the moon. "EskerClan appreciates your warning, Stonestar." The small tom began smoothly. "We have fared well with the return of the fish. We also have a new apprentice, Smallpaw, who is pursuing a career as a medicine cat. And our newest warrior, Minnowface, has been serving his clan dutifully." The tom paused a moment to allow his clan to celebrate the two young cats. Shadowstep recognized the blue-gray tom in the crowd and leaned toward Cranberryfish. "He was such an asshole as an apprentice." he whispered, remembering how arrogant he was at Gatherings. Even so, he could see how much his clanmates seemed to appreciate him as they cheered his name. "Our only issue," Spottedstar continued, shifting his icy blue gaze toward Foxstar. "Has been the repeated attempts of MireClan to push at our borders near Bobcat's Loch. Care to explain, Foxstar?"

The red she-cat wrinkled her muzzle and stepped forward to face Spottedstar. "MireClan simply wishes to lay claim to what is ours." She whisked her tail to face the audience of cats below them. "Bobcat's Loch is the mother to the marsh. She nourishes it with her waters and delivers birds to our territory. She should belong to us." Cries of outrage came from the gathered EskerClan cats. Even Cinnamondawn scoffed, her tail lashing in annoyance. Spottedstar stared at the fiery MireClan leader calmly, flicking his tail dismissively. "Begone with your spiritual ranting. The border is set there for a reason and will remain there. I guarantee my cats will not be lenient if yours are scented on our side again." he replied. Foxstar narrowed her eyes at the threat. "We shall see." She turned to begin her own report, her irritation replaced with her usual arrogant attitude. "MireClan has been beyond well. Rattlesnakefang has delivered three healthy kits and Poppyweb has more to come soon. We've had little trouble from nofurs and our prey has been flocking to us." With a flick of her tail, she concluded her speech, leaving her warriors cheering obnoxiously in her wake.

Shadowstep's chest immediately clenched with anxiety as the three leaders looked to his father. Would Ravenstar really go through with his request? With the report of fresh warriors being born in the clans, Shadowstep had a feeling that it only spurred the black tom on more. Cranberryfish seemed to sense his stiffness and shot him a confused look, but he refused to meet her gaze. She would find out soon enough what Ravenstar had planned. The leader stepped forward with quiet confidence, stopping just short enough of the ledge to be looking at the other leaders as well as those gathered below. "IsleClan's land has been secure, and our prey has been running well," He paused, a grim look settling on his features. With a clear of his throat, he spoke louder. "As you all know, we lost one of our queens, Rabbitfern, just a few moons ago. This immense loss is what prompts me to admit that IsleClan is struggling in one, very important way." Confused murmurs began to sound throughout the crowd. Shadowstep felt his pelt prickle as he sensed the warriors around him look to he and Cranberryfish with concern. His father truly meant to humiliate them tonight. "I have, accompanying my party this evening, the only two mollies of IsleClan. Our elder, Doespeckle, and our young warrior, Cranberryfish. As you can see, my ranks are primarily made up of toms. I have a growing fear that without the inclusion of more she-cats into the clan, IsleClan will die out with us." Shadowstep's ears pressed to his head as Cranberryfish turned to him in horror. Gasps and chatter filled the night air as cats gossiped on what Ravenstar had just revealed. "Did you know about this?" Cranberryfish asked. Shadowstep opened his maw to respond but a hiss from Stonestar silenced the beach again.

The gray tom turned back to Ravenstar in confusion. "Why are you sharing this with us, Ravenstar?" he pressed. Ravenstar shifted his paws as if in discomfort before taking a deep breath. "I want to ask for your help. All of your help. With your surplus of cats, you could easily afford to gift IsleClan some of your young mollies." Foxstar interrupted Ravenstar's words with an offended growl. "Gift you some of our clanmates? Do you have tadpoles for brains?" The red she-cat's claws unsheathed, glinting in the pale light. "Do you truly see females as commodities to be given? I should slit your throat where you stand, you insolent-"

"Thats quite enough." Stonestar mewed, stepping between them. The two leaders stepped back as if commanded by his very presence. Stonestar turned his deep blue eyes onto Ravenstar. "As much as I'd like to help you, Ravenstar, I agree with Foxstar. We cannot 'give' you any of our warriors. Especially for what you require of them. Our she-cats have the right to choose their own paths as you or I do." He reasoned calmly. Ravenstar looked to the masses. "Then would any be willing?" Shadowstep hung his head in shame as the expected onslaught of protests rang out from all the mollies gathered. Of course no one was willing to abandon their clan. "Can you believe him?" He heard Goldenfawn hiss at Houndtooth.

"We can't help you, Ravenstar." Spottedstar meowed, a hint of disappointment creeping into his blank stare. "You are a pathetic excuse for a tom. You disgust me." Foxstar hissed, turning on her heel and leaping down onto the wet sand. "MireClan, to me!" she called. Immediately, the warriors ran to her side and the clan vanished into the forest beyond the beach. Their departure had the rest of the clans ready to leave, many cats rising to their paws and bidding their groups farewell. Shadowstep turned back to the group he was with, an awkwardness settling over them. Cranberryfish stared at the ground, bristling with fury. Houndtooth glanced at Goldenfawn out of the corner of his eye and then dipped his head to Shadowstep. "Well then," he meowed, getting to his paws. "We'd best be returning to our own clans. You all take care now. Come, Primrose." With that, the three WolfClan cats left them. Cinnamondawn looked at him with pity in her gaze. "I should be going too, goodbye now." she said quietly. "Bye." Shadowstep replied weakly.

He looked up at his father, who was alone now on the stone cluster, bristling with rage. Heronstrike leapt up onto the stone and was whispering something to him, his own tail lashing in frustration. What a mess Ravenstar had made. Shadowstep wondered if Heronstrike had thought this was a good idea. 'In what world?' He thought to himself. When he looked back at Cranberryfish, he found her glaring at him accusingly. "Did you know he was going to embarrass us, embarrass me like this?" she spat, venom lacing her tone. Shadowstep's ears flattened in shame, his eyes darting to his father. Why should he have to suffer now because of Ravenstar's mistake? "No." he replied flatly, looking back at the molly. Cranberryfish blinked in surprise, seeming to believe him. "Sorry. I shouldn't be angry with you." she said, her expression suddenly sad. Shadowstep shook his head and beckoned her with his tail. "Come on, let's go." he meowed solemnly.

Chapter Two

The days that followed the Gathering were filled with quiet tension in the IsleClan camp. Cranberryfish had all but secluded herself, spending her entire days either out hunting for the clan or focusing on Snapdragonpaw's training. Shadowstep had even kept his distance from his friend, not sure what he could say to comfort her after what his father had said. Ravenstar had stood by his plot even after his failure at the Gathering, arguing his case to those that opposed when they returned to camp. Heronstrike had stood by uncomfortably, and from what Shadowstep could tell, disagreed with his leader's position. Shadowstep lay just outside the warrior's den, Bitternwhisker pressed firmly into his side as the two toms enjoyed the silence between them. His ears perked as he watched Asterpaw and Snapdragonpaw return to camp, boasting to one another about their fighting skills. The pair of apprentices wrestled weakly together in the center of camp before settling into a hushed conversation. Shadowstep felt a pang of nostalgia as he remembered when He and Bitternwhisker had been training together. How carefree one was at that age. Though their apprenticeships weren't that far behind them, the responsibility that came with being warriors forced them to be more mature.

"What do you think about what Ravenstar said?" He could hear Asterpaw whisper to his brother. Snapdragonpaw looked from left to right cautiously, making sure the leader wasn't around to hear their gossip. "I think it was pretty messed up. Why does he even want more she-cats around? They're lame." He whispered back. Shadowstep's whiskers twitched in amusement as he pretended to groom his face. "Why do you even think our clan is mostly toms? It's weird, right?" Asterpaw questioned thoughtfully. As he spoke, a head popped out of the elder's den. "StarClan, you two are more annoying than the ticks on my back!" Alderleap hissed grumpily, padding out of the den. His fur clung to his thin frame, muzzle silver with age. Alderleap was one of the oldest cats of the forest and had previously been one of the most powerful warriors of IsleClan. The two apprentices pressed themselves to the grass. "Sorry, Alderleap!" they squeaked in unison. The old tom chuckled, raising a brow. "You asked why our clan is suffering so, Asterpaw?" he asked, leaning closer. The little blue tom blinked as if surprised Alderleap still had his hearing but nodded quickly.

"Well," Alderleap meowed. "It's because of Viperstar's Curse." He looked away nonchalantly, as if his words hadn't inspired intense curiosity in the two apprentices. Snapdragonpaw jumped to his paws, tail waving. "What's that? Who's Viperstar? What Curse?" He asked, all but interrogating the elder. Alderleap shot him a stern look and sat down before them. "Goodness, child, if you'll shut your trap for a moment I'll tell you." The ginger apprentice snapped his maw closed and sat down silently, though he couldn't keep his tail still. Shadowstep nudged Bitternwhisker lightly, the brown tom twitching an ear to show he was also listening to Alderleap's tale. The old cat cleared his throat and began his story.

"Many, many moons ago, before Ravenstar, and even before Brightstar was born, the leader of IsleClan was a wily silver cat named Viperstar. She'd earned her rank through her tireless battle training and dedication to her clan, but her reputation told the tale of a bloodthirsty, war-hungry cat. She killed many in her time as a warrior, and was said to have a rasping, scratchy voice. When the previous leader died mysteriously, she quickly traveled to the Star Beach and earned her nine lives. With more eagerness than most.

During her time has leader, she sent IsleClan to war. We fought EskerClan for moons, I'm sure you heard about that war. And she even sent her warriors to attack WolfClan. It was a dark and dangerous time to be a cat in the forest. Viperstar lost many of her lives very quickly because of this, and IsleClan worried for their own safety. If your leader doesn't care about her own life, why would she care about yours? Their fears turned to reality when Viperstar began to enact cruel and unusual punishments. She supposedly killed two warriors herself for speaking up to her, and her own apprentice was fed to a bear."

Snapdragonpaw and Asterpaw exchanged a horrified glance before turning back to Alderleap. Shadowstep even felt his own heart rate increase, imagining the nightmarish leader. The elder continued: "A noble warrior named Lionheart finally had enough and rallied the cats of IsleClan against her. They planned for moons on how they would overthrow her, and finally the night came. When there was no moon in the sky, he attacked. He dragged Viperstar from her den and tossed her into the clearing like a piece of prey. Then, the warriors of IsleClan attacked her, shredding her silver pelt and leaving her weak and exhausted. He banished her and vowed to kill her if he ever saw her again."

A shout came from inside the elder's den. "I heard Lionheart was a she-cat!" Doespeckle called. Alderleap looked up, an annoyed grimace on his face. "Nope. Pretty sure I know what story I'm telling!" He called back to the other cat with a huff. "Anyways," he meowed. "Lionheart went to go get his nine lives, but something wasn't right. He was just about to initiate his ceremony when out of the bushes came Viperstar, her fur absolutely drenched in blood. She tore his throat out, her claws dipped in snake venom. As he died, Viperstar cursed IsleClan and the generations to come. She disappeared into the night and was never seen again. But...they say sometimes on the night of no moon, you can hear her rasping hiss in the distance, and the smell of cat blood will overwhelm your senses, right before she steals your soul and brings it to the Dark Forest."

Alderleap drew back, a pleased expression on his face as he saw that he had succeeded in terrorizing the two young toms. "Alderleap, are you scaring my sons?" Eldersplash said as he padded towards them. "Certainly not, a story can't scare them, right?" Alderleap asked, raising his brow to see if they would go along with his words. Snapdragonpaw turned to his father and nodded hesitantly. "Yeah. I'm not afraid. Not at all." His voice came out high pitched and nervous. Eldersplash chuckled and turned towards the warriors den, dipping his head to Shadowstep and Bitternwhisker. "Still not sick of Alderleap's stories, I see." The senior warrior observed with a smile. "Best storyteller on the coast." Shadowstep purred as he and Bitternwhisker got out of Eldersplash's way. He watched as the gray tom ducked into the den and disappeared before turning to his friend. "What do you think? Think Viperstar is really responsible for this?" he asked him. Bitternwhisker scoffed, flicking an ear. "And my father was a squirrel." Shadowstep chuckled and swiped at his ear playfully.

Right then, the scent of WolfClan would hit his nose, his head jerking to the right towards the camp entrance. Dread mixed with embarrassment would heat his pelt, hackles lifting. But to his surprise, the familiar gray and white pelt of Heronstrike would come through the ravine first, followed by none other than Stonestar and their medicine cat, Ruemoon. Cats from all areas of the camp perked up, sending either confused or hostile looks at the foreign party. The WolfClan cats seemed uncomfortable and half drenched, presumably from trying to get to the island through the tide pools. What were they doing here? "Shadowstep, go fetch Ravenstar." Heronstrike ordered in a no-nonsense tone.

Exchanging an uncertain glance with Bitternwhisker, Shadowstep dipped his head and padded to the old tree, clambering up it as quickly as possible. Perching on the branch outside his father's den, Shadowstep poked his head inside. Ravenstar was facing the back wall of the den, curled in a tight ball. The entire den reeked of defeat. "Dad, WolfClan is here." he said softly. Ravenstar lifted his head quickly, a sudden interest burning in his eyes. "I'll be right down." he said with a nod as Shadowstep retreated.

Ravenstar descended from the tree moments later, his black pelt freshly groomed and his expression confident. Stonestar approached him and dipped his head. "Ravenstar," he meowed before turning to look back at Ruemoon. "We all have something to discuss. Is Bluedream in?" Ruemoon asked, his amber eyes darting around camp. Ravenstar nodded and padded to the medicine den, a cluster of thick bushes woven together to form a large shelter. Moments later, the blue-eyed medicine cat would emerge, and the four cats would retreat to the riverbank. "What the hell is this about?" Shadowstep looked to see Cranberryfish had returned, her pelt wet from fishing. He shrugged and sat back, narrowing his eyes as he watched the leaders talk. "No idea. There's no way Stonestar's gonna send his cats here, and he brought his medicine cat with him." he tapped his white tail tip on the ground thoughtfully. Bitternwhisker trotted over to them and sat down on the other side of Cranberryfish, leaning over to look at both cats. "Guys, it's confirmed. Stonestar and Ravenstar are clearly in love and merging the clans." he meowed with certainty. Shadowstep looked at him with a blank expression, while Cranberryfish groaned. "What the hell are you on about?" she hissed, a laugh edging her mew. Bitternwhisker lifted his chin in mock-stubbornness. "It's a theory I've been curating for moons now, trust me." he assured them.

The four cats conversed for an hour or so as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting shadows over the camp. Cranberryfish had wandered off to nap, and Bitternwhisker chewed on a deer hoof he had found in the forest. Though Shadowstep wanted to brush off the situation involving his father, he couldn't help but stay where he was, anxiously waiting. After what seemed like an eternity, Ravenstar dipped his head to Stonestar and Ruemoon and made his way to the old tree. Shadowstep watched as he gracefully scaled it, coming to stop on the large branch he typically made announcements from. "Let all cats join beneath the High Branch for a clan meeting!" he called. Within heartbeats, the cats of camp had gathered - including a very sleepy Cranberryfish. Ravenstar's amber gaze sifted through the crowd of cats before coming to rest on his son, an unknown emotion glimmering within it. "Cats of IsleClan! As you noticed, Stonestar and Ruemoon have travelled a long way to deliver an important message to us. Ruemoon has received a message from StarClan that he believes may hold the answer to our very unique issue." Murmurs of confusion rippled briefly through the clearing as cats sent uncertain glances toward the WolfClan cats. If StarClan had a message, why wouldn't they send it to Bluedream? "Now I know that may seem odd, but after discussing it, I believe we are closer to figuring it out. Ruemoon, if you may, would you explain what you saw?"

Shadowstep watched as the brown tabby approached, stopping among the tangled roots of the tree. He appeared a bit nervous to be speaking to the cats, but a nod from Stonestar seemed to encourage him. "I was at Star Beach in my dream," Ruemoon began. "The winds were blowing and the waves were especially fierce. I stood out on the sand, watching as the waves crashed against your island in the distance. Then I turned to see a dark tabby she-cat, her pelt twinkling with stardust. She told me her name was Tulipbloom, that she was a previous medicine cat of IsleClan. We spoke for awhile, but I cannot recall what it was about." He paused as he heard an unamused snort from Falconheart in the rear. Shooting him an annoyed glance, he continued. "Anyway, when I turned to look at her again, she was fading quickly, but leaned forward to whisper in my ear: "The key to equilibrium is carried on the whispering zephyrs...The lost daughters await..."

With that, the medicine cat dipped his head and retreated back to Stonestar's side. The gathered cats began to murmur to one another. Whispering zephyrs? Lost daughters? What could it possibly mean? "I welcome any opinions or theories that any of you may have." Ravenstar called, waiting patiently. Shadowstep turned to Bitternwhisker, who shrugged cluelessly. "I don't remember hearing of any lost kits..." He heard Doespeckle murmur to Alderleap. He couldn't help a stab of disappointment that the elders were just as confused as they were. "Whispering zephyrs. Zephyr is a gentle breeze, right?" Heronstrike chimed in, his brow furrowed in thought. "Why would Tulipbloom use such a specific word, rather than simply say 'wind' or 'breeze'?" A trill of interest sounded at his words. "Maybe it's a name!" Asterpaw jumped to his paws and chirped. Though Heronstrike looked as though he wanted to cuff his apprentice over his head for speaking, he admittedly looked intrigued by Asterpaw's suggestion.

"M-Maybe..." Eldersplash stood up and began awkwardly. "Maybe we need to send cats out, to find this Zephyr cat." Ravenstar nodded in consideration, narrowing his eyes. There were no known rogue cats in the area, save for the familiars that roamed in the nearby towns. Rarely did any cats stray into the wilderness out of fear of predation. "I wanna go!" Snapdragonpaw cried, waving his ginger tail excitedly. Eldersplash delivered a soft whack to his ear with his tail to silence him.

"If I may," Stonestar's deep voice sounded from the edge of camp. "Perhaps we as leaders should discuss this matter. There may be more cats willing to assist with your endeavor. Venturing to the town can be dangerous." He gave Ravenstar a friendly smile and Shadowstep was once more reminded of why their clans were allies. "I think that's a fine idea. I suppose we should wait until the next Gathering to make any further moves. It isn't safe to send runners all over the coast." The IsleClan leader replied, shooting a glance down to his deputy to see if he agreed. Heronstrike dipped his head solemnly and Ravenstar seemed satisfied. "It's settled then. Come next moon we will plan more seriously. For now, Stonestar and Ruemoon will be staying overnight as our guests. Heronstrike, please ensure they are fed and comfortable." With a twitch of his tail, the black cat climbed up to his den and disappeared, leaving the IsleClan cats to unpack the information they just learned.

Shadowstep watched his father leave, his brow furrowed. He didn't like how easily swayed Ravenstar seemed to be right now. It was so incredibly obvious he was desperate. Should it have been any other clan except WolfClan standing here, Shadowstep would be convinced they had some trick up their sleeve. "I don't like the sound of any of this." Cranberryfish whispered in his ear. The black tom nodded, his jaw set. "Well, whatever this is, I'm not going to be a part of it." Shadowstep stated firmly, his white paws digging into the soil. Bitternwhisker shrugged, clearly not completely dissuaded. "I dunno, maybe this is the right thing to do. StarClan wouldn't just send a message to pull our tails." he pointed out. While his friend wasn't wrong, Shadowstep still didn't like the idea of outsourcing to rogues and familiars for information that would save their clan. It just didn't seem right. "I'm going to get some sleep." He meowed, getting up and walking off without another word. There was no convincing Ravenstar of anything else now. All Shadowstep could do was stand by as his clan scrambled to find the answers to Tulipbloom's omen.

Chapter Three

The day of the Gathering came more quickly than Shadowstep had anticipated, filling him with dread. It was all anycat could talk about as they impatiently awaited Ravenstar's announcement of who would attend. Finally, the old tomcat emerged from his roost and posted himself on the High Branch, eyeing his clanmates as they milled about camp below. "Let all cats join beneath the High Branch!" His deep voice rang out over the area. Eager to join the clan at the Gathering, Snapdragonpaw and Asterpaw burst out of the apprentices' den, their paws barely touching the ground. Shadowstep watched from the riverbank as Bitternwhisker and Falconheart sat beside one another below the tree, the brothers clearly having made up from their most recent fight. Try as he might, Shadowstep couldn't will himself to answer Ravenstar's call. He was angry with his father, and the leader knew it well. It wasn't as though he was trying to defy him, he simply didn't want a part in his scheme.

"The cats attending tonight's Gathering will be: Alderleap, Bluedream, Cranberryfish, Snapdragonpaw, Asterpaw, Bitternwhisker, Eldersplash and Shadowstep." Shadowstep's ear twitched as he jerked his head towards the meeting. Ravenstar was staring directly at him coolly, a smug expression on his face. Shadowstep narrowed his eyes and looked away again, pawing at the pebbles near him. "The rest of you, please watch over the camp in our stead." Ravenstar concluded before climbing down the tree and approaching Heronstrike.

Shadowstep looked up to see Bitternwhisker and Cranberryfish approaching him, Snapdragonpaw in tow. "C'mon Shadowstep, cheer up! At least you get to go and moon over Goldenfawn with the rest of us!" Bitternwhisker joked, prodding Shadowstep's side with a paw. Snapdragonpaw gaped in reaction, looking astonished at Bitternwhisker's suggestion. Shadowstep rolled his eyes and got to his paws, headbutting his friend playfully in the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah." 'And witness my father embarrass himself yet again.' he added silently, not wanting to say a word against Ravenstar in front of the apprentice.

Cranberryfish gestured with her tail down the riverbank. "We're going fishing upstream if you'd like to come, there should be plenty of new hatchlings there." she asked, giving him an understanding smile. Shadowstep was happy that out of everyone he at least knew she supported him. He gave her a nod of agreement and turned toward the direction she'd pointed. "Hell yeah!" Bitternwhisker shouted, racing forward down the bank. Shadowstep chuckled as Snapdragonpaw bolted after the warrior, surprised to see how fast the young cat was. "He'll make a good warrior yet." Shadowstep said to Cranberryfish, who'd fallen into step with him. The she-cat nodded, her eyes warm as she watched her apprentice. "Yes, he will. Losing Rabbitfern was very hard on him, but he seems to grow stronger and brighter every day." she answered before glancing at Shadowstep a moment later. "Don't tell him I said that. He still thinks I'm tough and strict." she said with a laugh, her white whiskers twitching. "You are tough." Shadowstep answered, touching her hip with his white tail-tip. "Toughest cat I know." Cranberryfish looked into his eyes for a moment and held his gaze. Feeling his pelt grow hot, Shadowstep broke away and focused on the path ahead. Sometimes, things were so complicated with her.

"Come on," Cranberryfish said, trotting forward. "Let's go see where these minnow-brains are." With a smile, Shadowstep broke into a run alongside her, feeling the chilly wind through his pelt. His paws crunched on the sandy soil as he sent clumps spraying behind him. There were rarely times when he felt as free as when he was running, swimming, or climbing. He savored the feeling of his muscles burning from exertion and the buzz in his head from the high. He felt a twinge of frustration as he saw Cranberryfish's lithe shape rocketing ahead of him, her white tail tip flailing in his face. Try as he might, Shadowstep could never quite beat her. Even as apprentices, she'd often bested him at hunting and racing. At the time, he'd chalked it up to her being a bit older and having more experience, but what was his excuse now? 'She's just...better.'

Soon enough, the shapes of Bitternwhisker and Snapdragonpaw came back into view. The pair were sitting on a flat patch of granite, talking softly. When Snapdragonpaw noticed the two of them approaching, he jumped to his paws and pranced over to them, his tail waving proudly in the air. "Finally! We dusted you two slowpokes!" he boasted. Cranberryfish fixed him with a stern look, raising her brow. "What was that?" she asked. The apprentice folded his ears to his head, glancing to the side. "Er, sorry Cranberryfish." he meowed in shame. Shadowstep chuckled as he padded towards Bitternwhisker. The tom was now pressed against the stone and peering down into the river, trying to see through the dark water. "See anything?" he asked as he crouched down beside him. The brown tabby shook his head and sighed. "Nope." He looked back toward Cranberryfish and Snapdragonpaw. "Hey, Cranberryfish, not sure which one of your scaly family members passed the message on, but this river looks empty to me." Shadowstep purred as he watched the molly roll her eyes and walk over to them, cuffing Bitternwhisker over the ear. "Step aside," she mewed silkily, sliding into the cold water with ease.

The toms watched as she took a deep breath and dived beneath the surface, her bright pelt immediately disappearing amidst the current. "She's gonna get eaten by a shark!" Snapdragonpaw exclaimed in concern. "Just watch." Shadowstep mewed, keeping his blue eyes trained on the area where she'd vanished. As time passed, even he began to grow nervous that maybe she'd gotten stuck and was drowning, but before he could dive in himself, she resurfaced with a fat fish in her jaws. Her method of hunting was more advanced, navigating the depths of the river to reach the lazy fish at the bottom, but what else was she named for? "Nice catch!" he purred to the sopping wet warrior as she pulled herself back onto the riverbank. She tossed her fish towards Snapdragonpaw, who watched it flop around eagerly. "Kill it, just how I taught you before." she ordered, shaking out her fur. The apprentice pounced on the scaly creature and bit down on its spine until the cats heard a crunch. The fish fell limp, save for a few twitches here and there.

"Can I learn how to do that?" Snapdragonpaw asked excitedly, his eyes glowing. His mentor shook her head, sending droplets spraying in every direction. "You need to practice swimming and holding your breath more before we do that." When she saw him deflate a bit, she smiled. "For now, try to catch a fish from the bank, like Bitternwhisker is doing. I'll take you swimming on Apprentice's Beach tomorrow or the next day." That seemed to do the trick. Snapdragonpaw excitedly trotted back to where Bitternwhisker was and plopped down beside him.

Shadowstep decided to wander a bit, finding himself back in the mossy woodland next to the river. Though he scented the air high and low, he couldn't pick up any prey scents nearby. As he lowered his muzzle to the ground, a flash of white darted past at the edge of his view. Jerking his head upward, he scanned the foliage but whatever it was had disappeared. Refusing to give up, Shadowstep padded lightly towards where he'd seen it, strangely finding the area absent of any identifying scents. As he wrinkled his brow, again he saw what looked like a white tail tip vanishing among the bushes. "I got you now." he whispered. Past the treeline was the edge of the island, a perilous cliff at that. He worked his way through the pushes, expecting to find something or someone waiting there, but the clearing was empty. "What?" he said aloud, tail whisking in annoyance.

As he turned around, he realized where exactly he was. Littering the ground were beautiful shells and stones, organized neatly beside the dry, upturned earth of many graves. The resting place of deceased IsleClan warriors. A sad, somber feeling would settle in his chest as he looked over the foggy area, his eyes immediately settling to the grave he always did. Daisythorn. Her grave was decorated in pure white shells, nearer to the cliffside. Shadowstep didn't remember much of his mother. She'd passed away from yellowcough about a moon after he was born. Shadowstep himself was born sickly due to her illness. Ravenstar had been devastated for so long at her loss, he hardly had a kind word for his son until he was much older.

Shadowstep sat down near the grave, touching one of the shells with a white paw. A paw of hers she'd passed on? Perhaps. "Daisythorn shows herself in little ways. She's here now, peeking out into the world through the white of your pelt." He remembered Doespeckle say when trying to comfort him. At the time, it had. Suddenly, a large wave would crash on the cliff, sending a spray of seawater onto his pelt. Amidst the sounds of the waves, he felt warm breath on his ear. "He needs you." A clear whisper would sound in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He whipped his head from side to side, waiting to see Bitternwhisker come out of hiding or another clanmate padding up to him. But the cliff was empty. Pure fear would send him tearing out of the area and back toward the river. He didn't stop until he saw the familiar pelts of his friends, still fishing at the river's side. He skidded to a halt, panting heavily. All three cats turned to him in confusion and surprise. "What happened? Is there a bear?" Cranberryfish's pelt stood on end as she scanned the treeline. Shadowstep shook his head, taking a deep, slow breath. "No, no. I just got spooked, I guess." he meowed. Bitternwhisker purred in laughter, nudging Snapdragonpaw. "See, that's why you never wander off on your own. It was probably Viperstar." Snapdragonpaw's eyes widened in terror, not moving a muscle as his bulging eyes looked from left to right.

"Shut up, Bitternwhisker, stop scaring my apprentice." Cranberryfish said with a roll of her eyes. "If you're fine, Shadowstep, we were getting ready to head back. We've caught quite enough. Don't know what to say about you." She meowed, seeing he was still empty pawed. He managed a sheepish smile and got to his paws, grabbing one of the fish they'd caught to help them. As they padded back to camp, he couldn't help the feeling of being watched, padding quicker so that he wasn't at the back of the group. He was certain he'd heard it. He needs you. What did that mean? Was it Daisythorn reaching out to him from beyond the grave? He suppressed a shiver and walked faster.

When the full moon was high in the night sky, Ravenstar summoned the patrol to the middle of camp. With a quick word to Heronstrike, the black tom led them all out of camp. Seeing that Alderleap had assured them he was strong enough to swim, Ravenstar led them to the same beach near the Tide Pools and the party slid into the ocean. Though this route was potentially more dangerous, the cats of IsleClan saw it as a boast of their strength and agility when they padded directly onto Shell Beach from the waters. With Snapdragonpaw at the center of the group, they paddled strongly through the shallow waters. Shadowstep cast an envious glance toward Cranberryfish, who made it look as though it were as easy as padding through the grass. Personally, he preferred the Tide Pools. A large wave would sweep the party closer to the beach and the dripping wet IsleClan cats would exit the water, shaking out their pelts one by one. "That was awesome!" Shadowstep heard Snapdragonpaw exclaim, though he couldn't share his enthusiasm. His pelt clung to his sides, and he felt as though he'd gotten a good earful of water at some point.

As always, Ravenstar halted the clan as they came in view of the Gathering area, seeing that the other three clans had already gathered. Shadowstep felt prickly with discomfort at the thought of having to talk to them tonight. After how it had ended last time, he felt positive they'd be getting some sneers from the crowd. Ravenstar flicked his tail, sending the party forward. Surprisingly, the leader stayed where he was as his cats filed past him. Why was he hesitating? As Shadowstep padded past him, his father would step in front of him, bringing him to a halt. "Shadowstep," Ravenstar began. Though he felt nothing but irritation at being trapped into a conversation, he was surprised to find a pleading look in his father's eyes when he met them. "I know you don't agree with what I'm doing, but trust that I am doing what I feel is right. It would mean everything to me to have your support tonight." He meowed, not breaking his gaze.

Shadowstep blinked and looked away, feeling immense pressure on his shoulders. Why did he have to be involved? 'I'm the only one he's got.' He answered in the back of his mind. Suddenly, the voice he'd heard made sense. His father needed him now. And he had to be there for him. With a sigh, Shadowstep looked back into his gaze and firmly nodded. "I support you, Dad." he said flatly. A purr rumbled in Ravenstar's throat, melting Shadowstep's icy exterior. He smiled padded alongside Ravenstar, before splitting up with him as the leader turned to join the others on the stone clusters.

It felt good to get on better terms with his father, but that didn't change the fact that he still had to face the other clans. Peering through the crowds, he tried to catch sight of Bitternwhisker or Cranberryfish, but found it impossible with the group of alpine WolfClanners before him. With a sigh of defeat, Shadowstep turned to find a spot on the corner to sit. "Need company?" A sweet voice sounded from behind him. He turned back to see the patched face of Cinnamondawn smiling at him as she padded forward. "Hi. Sure." He meowed, leading her through the cats and sitting down at the edge of the beach. There was an awkward silence between the pair for a moment before Cinnamondawn leaned forward. "So, it's Shadowstep, right? Aren't you Ravenstar's son?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. "Yes, it's not as magical as you'd think." he replied, eliciting a humored twitch of the she-cat's whiskers. "Really? I was looking forward to it. Peppersnap's my mother." she shared, nodding to the group of deputies beneath the stone cluster. Peppersnap was known for her fierce temper, not unlike MireClan's Foxstar.

Shadowstep must've looked confused because Cinnamondawn broke out in amused laughter. "I know, we're quite different. But I do have some bite to me." He raised his brows and let a smirk creep onto his face. "I can see it. Remind me to never get on your bad side." he said with a smile. The two cats shared in their purrs for a moment before Stonestar's loud yowl called for their attention. All the gathered cats collectively turned their attention to their leaders, eager to hear the information.

"Cats of the coast! This Gathering will not begin as usual. Ravenstar of IsleClan has something he wishes to share!" Stonestar called, stepping back to allow the smaller tom forward. Shadowstep heard a few snickers in the crowd and felt a burning anger heat his pelt. If Ravenstar heard them, he gave no notice as he began to speak. "One moon ago, Stonestar and Ruemoon visited my camp. They shared with me a vision Ruemoon received from a previous IsleClan medicine cat. This cat claimed the answers to IsleClan's problems lay beyond the coast. Stonestar and I believe this message was shared with WolfClan because StarClan intends for us to work together to find the solution." Ravenstar glanced back at Stonestar, who dipped his head in agreement. "We plan on sending a party of strong cats toward town with the goal of finding information. I invite any cat that is willing to go, so long as their leader approves of course." He finished with a look toward the other two leaders.

Shadowstep's tail thumped the sand in anticipation as he heard the cats around him begin to speak in hushed whispers, more curious than scornful to his relief. His heart clenched as he saw Foxstar's muzzle wrinkle bitterly, her bushy red tail lashing. "MireClan will not be participating in this wild goose chase. We have enough to be concerned about." She cast a shady glance toward Spottedstar, who ignored her. Ravenstar didn't seem deterred by her rejection as he focused on EskerClan's stoic leader. Spottedstar was silent for what seemed like ages before he looked out over his clan. "I will allow a maximum of two cats to join this mission if they wish, but I expect IsleClan to return the favor if need be someday." he dipped his head to Ravenstar, who murmured his gratitude. Shadowstep looked around curiously, seeing if any cats were willing to go on the search. Most of EskerClan seemed to be shifting uncomfortably under the stares of the others, and for a moment, Shadowstep feared none would volunteer.

Soft fur would brush against his side as Cinnamondawn got to her paws, staring up at the leaders with a determined expression. "I will go, Spottedstar. I will help them." she meowed. Peppersnap rose to her paws with a hiss of dismay, but was silenced when Spottedstar lifted his tail, a curious glint in his pale blue gaze. He gave her a single nod of approval and Cinnamondawn turned back to Shadowstep. A kindness shown in her expression that warmed him deep inside. He returned her smile and found his gaze searching the crowd for his own clanmates. He could see Bitternwhisker's pleased tail waving.

When no other EskerClan cats stepped forward, Stonestar would rise to his paws and step forward. "Houndtooth and Goldenfawn have volunteered to join Ravenstar's party as well. I only ask that they not take any unnecessary risks, these are two of my most talented warriors." Shadowstep watched as his acquaintances rose from the crowd to bow to Ravenstar, that same warm feeling spreading through his pelt. In their time of need, these cats were willing to risk their lives to help them. True allies they were. "I thank you all," Ravenstar announced, his confidence returning. "I'd like those who volunteered to stay back after the Gathering is concluded." With that, he would allow any other leaders to share the news of the moon.

In the wake of such a big announcement, none of the leaders seemed to have much to report and it didn't take long for the meeting to be adjourned. Shadowstep watched as Stonestar and Spottedstar had a quick word with their cats before departing. Peppersnap seemed especially upset after saying goodbye to her daughter, leaving the beach with her tail lashing. Soon enough, only IsleClan and the volunteers remained. Shadowstep approached Houndtooth, who sat close to the stone clusters dutifully. "Still have some sense of adventure in those old bones yet, eh?" Shadowstep purred as he touched noses with the giant cat. Houndtooth chuckled warmly, his long canines glinting in the moonlight. "Figured I'd lend a paw." he replied, looking around at the IsleClan cats. Cranberryfish and Goldenfawn seemed to be absorbed in quiet conversation at the edge of the group, the russet she-cats tail twitching curiously. Was Cranberryfish trying to convince her not to go?

"I will now name the IsleClan cats that are to go!" Ravenstar called, peering down at them with excited eyes. Though Shadowstep had been against this journey from the start, he had a feeling Ravenstar wasn't going to exclude him. He needs you. He heard the voice again in his head and swallowed his disdain. If his father wanted him to go, he would. He wouldn't disappoint him. "Leading the patrol will be my son, Shadowstep." Ravenstar smiled proudly down at him, a hopeful glint in his eye. He felt his pelt prickle as his clanmates turned their gazes to him, some murmuring their approval.

"Of course." Shadowstep replied, dipping his head. His father seemed overjoyed at his agreement, grinning as he focused back on the majority. "I also send Bitternwhisker. You are a loyal companion to Shadowstep and I feel you are well equipped to travel." Bitternwhisker wove his way to Shadowstep, excitement making his tail lash. At least he would have his best friend at his side.

He could feel Cranberryfish's gaze boring into him, turning to see her expression was unreadable. Was she disappointed at his agreement? He felt a stab of guilt as he looked away, forcing those feelings down. He couldn't please everyone. She should be thankful they were risking their whiskers on this mission so that she wouldn't be so stressed anymore. "I am eternally grateful to you five. If you all agree, I'd like to-"

"Ravenstar, if I may interrupt," Cranberryfish's loud mew rang throughout the beach. Ravenstar looked irritated, but nodded. "I would like to make the journey as well. I am fit enough to do so." She said confidently, fixing the leader with a stubborn look. Ravenstar looked uncertain as he replied. "I'd rather not put you at risk, Cranberryfish. And what of your apprentice?" He gestured towards Snapdragonpaw, who was pressed to the sand at the back of the group. Cranberryfish seemed at a loss, but then Eldersplash would rise to his paws. "I will look after Snapdragonpaw," He offered, shooting a friendly glance back at the she-cat. "I haven't had an apprentice for some time, and a father knows how to best train his son." The senior warrior added with certainty. Ravenstar debated silently for a moment, casting a glance toward Shadowstep. He would give his father the tiniest of nods, showing hoping he would allow it. There was no reason to stop Cranberryfish from providing for her clan.

"Fine. You may go with them," Ravenstar conceded. "You all will stay the night here, MireClan will not bother you. I ask that you leave at dawn." As he jumped down to the sand, Bluedream would step forward, their large blue eyes serious. "Remember the words. The key to equilibrium is carried on the whispering zephyrs...The lost daughters await..." they meowed ominously. Though he felt chilled to the bone, Shadowstep dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I'm going to miss you!" He turned to see Snapdragonpaw looking up at Cranberryfish sadly. The molly purred and licked his forehead, a rare show of affection for her. "I'll be back before you know it. Soak up all the time you can with your father, I'm sure he will be much gentler than I am." she mewed, her whiskers twitching in amusement. The apprentice pressed his face into her chest in a last embrace before turning back to the rest of the clan.

"Shadowstep," Ravenstar meowed as he padded toward him. "Thank you...Please be safe." His father's eyes seemed to well with emotion for a minute before he looked away, regaining his usual serious expression. "I will, Dad, thanks." Shadowstep answered, bowing his head. Wishing him luck, Ravenstar retreated with the rest of the patrol back into the sea, disappearing into the shadows of the water. As he watched them go, Shadowstep felt a prick of sadness. He would miss his clan and the island.

"Lose the kitten eyes, Shadow, you're the leader now." Cranberryfish's mock-serious mew sounded in his ear. Shadowstep looked back at her, blinking in surprise as he remembered his father had put him in charge. "Oh, yeah. Look, I don't know if I'm really capable of that. Why don't you...or Houndtooth take the lead?" He asked nervously, looking toward the black and white cat. "Oh, no. You can't get out of it that fast. Ravenstar chose you for a reason." Cranberryfish answered, her tone growing more sincere as she spoke. Still, Shadowstep felt unconvinced as he looked at the five cats sitting around him. Could he really lead them?

Goldenfawn padded forward, her pelt glowing silver in the moonlight. "Why don't we all get some sleep? We can scour the sand tomorrow for some sand crabs. I heard those are good!" she mewed cheerfully, sending a wink in Shadowstep's direction. He blinked gratefully at her for taking the spotlight off of him and nodded. "Great idea, the sand is comfortable enough to sleep in, just dig yourself a little nest." He said. Carefully, he'd begin to carve out a shallow scoop in the sand to curl up in, far enough up the beach so that hopefully the tide wouldn't get them. The others began to do the same, Houndtooth and Bitternwhisker chuckling to one another as they formed their nests and Cranberryfish and Goldenfawn making theirs next to one another. Anxiety filled his chest, feeling inadequate yet again. Did his father really see a leader in him? Out of the three IsleClan cats there, Cranberryfish had always been the one to step up and take charge of things, not him. Shadowstep had always been content with following others' leads.

His attention drifted to Cinnamondawn as the she-cat padded over to him, her calico fur ruffled. "Mind if I sleep next to you? It's a bit chilly out." she meowed, though her eyes showed she was feeling nervous. Shadowstep felt a wave of empathy towards the she-cat. She was the only one from her clan to volunteer and here she was, away from home for what probably was the first time, all alone. "Of course," he purred scraping out more sand to make room for her in the nest. Cinnamondawn seemed to brighten and helped him out, her white paws scooping out sand until there was a comfortable area for them. They stepped in together, both contorting their bodies into tight balls so that they weren't too close to one another. He felt a bit comforted by the softness of her fur against his back and her sweet, foreign scent. For now, Shadowstep tried to focus on getting some rest, letting the sound of the waves lapping at the shore lull him into sleep.

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