Silver bands of light shone bright over head, peaking through the small gaps between the leaves in the tress casting pale shadows on the forest floor. Everything was silent, besides the leaves which rustle in the gentle wind, still having a touch of cold. Showing that Nixames hasn't left the Strath just yet. Besides the rustling leaves, the silence was also broke by the ripple of water from the river, which orange eyes stared unblinking at.
"Be at peace Rosetteanthem," merping, the blue-gray molly turns her head, to stare at the light gray molly who approached her. She bowed her head respectively at her, not looking at the yellow eyes that stared at her in concern, "What troubles you?"
"Nothing much Attendant Rosetail," Rosetteanthem murmured, kneading the leaves and dirt underneath her paws, "This…this is just our first battle after Winter…with how hard the Stilling hit us, making us lose so many members," she turns her gaze through the bushes, where a group of boulders laid close to both the river and the forest, "If we are to be strong once more we are in need of Sunningrocks. And…" she falters a bit, "This is my first battle since I gain my full name…I want to make mother proud,"
"And you will," Rosetail smiles, placing her pink scaled tail onto her flank in comfort, "You have no need to worry yourself to the Startrail early over that. Bishop Blizzardstorm is and always have been, proud of you,"
"Then why won't she make me her heir?" Rosetteanthem thought to herself, furiously. Before she shakes her head, pushing away the anger that boiled under her fur and scales. The rank of Bishop was every cat's dream of reaching, but the only way to gain that rank is if you were trained by the Bishop. Unfortunately, just being blood related to the Bishop doesn't mean they chose you to succeed you, unlike in Windmoor. She had felt vast disappointment when her mother didn't take her as her apprentice after her first moon of training, making her complete her course under Harpyshine, who was chosen for her by the old Bishop, Goosefeather. "Which I know mother absolutely disliked…those two never got along after Shreddedear got with Harpyshine after Loonflower's death…" Rosetteanthem thought, "Though I don't think anyone would mind if she makes me her heir. She did help me with my last moon of training when Harpyshine was told to go to the nursery,"
But Rosetteanthem had no longer the time to think about her wish to become the next Bishop as her hackles rose, her orange eyes locking onto the Felis that emerged from the river. The sleek, but drench body of a cat slid out of the water, the moon cradling their body in its silver light. Her eyes narrowed into furious slits as the small white molly with tortoiseshell patches climbed casually onto the rocks, her green eyes shimmering in satisfaction.
More shapes followed her, the fins on their lower backs flurrying out happily, purrs rumbling in their throats, not even stopping for a moment to shake the water from their pelts. Rosetteanthem turns her gaze to Rosetail, who was stilled as stone, but her yellow eyes glowed in anger. Nodding her head, Rosetteanthem watches as her ear twitches, and the blue-gray molly slinks into the undergrowth, moons of practice making it easy for her. Following behind her was Adderfang, and Yewfreeze. all three of them, crouching low to the frost covered ground that the fur and scales on their belly were pressed against it. Her lips curled, claws digging in the dirt and ears pressed to her head, waiting for the signal to shrike.
"Thundergrowth!" Attendant Rosetail roars out, "Attack!" with the order, the clearing was alive with yowling, screeching, fighting Felis . Rosetteanthem leaped at a large gray tom with a striped tail. Slamming him to the ground, making him gasp in shock, she bites down harshly onto his shoulder, ignoring the bitter taste of blood in her mouth, she bites down harder as the tom thrashes underneath her. It was only with the flash of claws that cut into her cheek that made her let go. She takes a step back, watching the Riverglade Warrior scramble up to his paws before fleeing back to the river.
Panting, she looked around, spotting Yewfreeze grabbing the scruff of Paleclaw into her mouth, dragging him down to the ground while Sabercry pounced on him, clawing at the brown tabby markings that painted his white fur. Meanwhile Rosetail and Marigoldwing were teaming up against a Riverglade warrior that brought dread to all warriors of Thundergrowth who faced him. Large and imposing, with gray and white fur, his blue crest torn from many battles, Thistleclaw roars as Rosetail slams into him, her claws holding down tightly onto his shoulders as he buckled fiercely underneath her.
A growl ripped from her throat and Rosetteanthem charged, lashing her claws into his flanked, blood roaring in her ears alongside Thistleclaw's screech of pain. "How dare you Thunders attack us! Sunningrocks belongs to Riverglade!"
"After tonight Thistleclaw," Rosetail pants, blood dripping down her face from a torn ear, "Sunningrocks will once more belong to Thundergrowth. And let me tell you, if we even catch a wiff of you Rivers on our territory, there will be consequences!"
Thistleclaw roars in fury and outrage, finally shaking the toe of them off. Rosetteanthem grunts as she lands on her shoulder, looking up to see the furious amber eyes of Thistleclaw glaring down at her when a screech rang out, "Retreat Riverglade! Retreat!" All four of them still before Thistleclaw snaps his head towards Sweetlily as she stares down at him, as if daring him to object. With a snarl he soon followed his comrades, back into the river after struggling away from their opponents.
Rosetteanthem pants her shoulders shaking before Yewfreeze let out a jubilant cry, making Rosetail chuckle before she yowls to the stars with her. Smiling, Rosetteanthem raised her voice among them, caterwauling their victory.
In a deserted clearing, a blue-gray tabby sat alone, staring straight ahead with her blue eyes at the ferns. All around her in the shadows, she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping Felis . She blinks as she feels something pressed against her and looks to the sandy-gray tom, who's green eyes look at her with warmth, "Deep breaths, Blizzardstorm. From what Featherwhisker has told me, nobody was too hurt in the battle,"
"I know," Blizzardstorm stated calmly, her voice showing no hint of how nervous she was, "but I can still worried. It is my duty as the Bishop," the other nodded his head but both turn back to the ferns as a large silver gray tom emerged, his pawsteps quick and silent.
"Everyone is alright, My Bishop," the tom meows as he dips his head in greeting, "no one has wounds that were too deep, and besides Sabercry they are all young and strong. They shall recover quick enough,"
"I heard that Featherwhisker," the black spotted molly hisses, as she limps over to a thick bramble bush, where a small brown tabby was waiting for her in the gap. Blizzardstorm watches with a small smile as Sabercry leans down and nuzzles her kitten, even as he meows her ears off asking about the battle.
"It's good that she can't get her mind off of things," the tom besides her whispers, "After losing Littlestep, and then her Mist and Night…Pineheart abandoning her…" Blizzardstorm's ear twitches in agreement at this.
"We all need good things in our life, Thrushcloud," Blizzardstorm remarked, "hopefully this win will bring up everyone's spirits after the cold harsh winter Nixames gave us and the epidemic of the Stilling brought with it,"
"But there's still something bothering you," Featherwhisker pointed out as he settles himself on the night-cool grass.
Blizzardstorm huffs, sighing, "These are difficult times…Spring was late this year, and with it being late, few kits are being born,"
Featherwhisker hums, "Well that is true," he nodded in agreement, "But most kits are born during the warmer seasons, and the year is only beginning," he licks at his paw, bringing it over his face, "Waspeye's new litter is strong and Rosetail's two kits are healthy and happy, they will make strong members of the kingdom," he then sighs, "And if there is no complications, Harpyshine should have a good kitting, especially now that we have Sunningrocks,"
Thushcloud nods his head in agreement at the Soothepurr's words, smiling softly at the thought of his little nieces, "What Featherwhisker is saying is the truth Blizzardstorm. The new cycle is only beginning, there will be more kits before you know it. I even heard Yewfreeze and Marigoldwing planning on having kits of their own soon!"
But Blizzardstorm just sighs, ears pinning to her head, "Perhaps, but training them takes time, and many of them might not even want to take the path of a Warrior," she shakes her head, "While I won't force anyone to be a Warrior if they do not wish to be one, if Thundergrowth is keep our strength up in front of the other Kingdoms, we are in need of more Warriors," she turns her head upwards, staring at the stars that shine brightly above them alongside Mourna's eye.
"Have you asked Nocta for guidance?" Thrushcloud gently asked, following her gaze.
"No," Blizzardstorm huffs, "She has been silent to me since I gain my lives," her tail lashes out at this, clawing the ground, "No word at all from them," she growls but then shivers as a chill ran up her spine, her eyes widening as a shooting star blazed over the trees. She couldn't help but take a step back, watching as the star fell. Thrushcloud and Featherwhisker watched her closely and cautiously, watching as their leader froze on the stop, blinking slowly as her eyes began to burn white, like stars themselves.
A deep voice erupted her, noble like Blizzardstorm's own but sounding nothing like the Bishop's emerges from her throat, "Change is coming, Praise the coming Sparks, welcome them into your hearts, yet take heed for you may burn when confronted by their flames,"
Lowering her head, Blizzardstorm gasps, coughing and gagging as she forces herself to keep standing. "By the stars…Goosefeather warned me," she croaks, looking over to see Thrushcloud pressing himself against her, helping her stand. His green eyes were clouded in fear and concern.
"Easy…easy," Featherwhisker whispers, "Just laid down my Bishop. No one would think badly of you for laying down after a vision, and your first true one," shakily, Blizzardstorm gently sits down, laying on her side as she pants, "Getting a vision from Lady Nocta…is tiring, that I know,"
Nodding her head at that. "It is…definitely different than seeing omens," she whispers, smiling as Thrushcloud begins to lick at her ears and the base of her horns to comfort her, "Praise the Sparks…Welcome them into your hearts," she repeated, the words still echoing in her head.
"Sparks?" Thurshcloud mutters, "Do they mean a fire, because…that's bad," he whispers, "All the Kingdoms fear fire, it burns and destroys, how will fire help us?"
"It must," Blizzardstorm shakily pushes herself up, "Lady Nocta must have not been talking about a literal fire…she might have been talking about a cat who looks like a flame. When I was chosen to be the next Bishop, Goosefeather told me he gain a prophecy about me. That like fire, I would blaze through the Strath, butI must beware for even the strongest flames can wither and die," Thrushcloud shivers at this and licks at the patch of yellow scales on the back of her neck.
"Or has passion that burns brightly like fire," Featherwhisker pointed out, "and it must be someone from out of the kingdoms…the guidance said welcome them into our hearts..it must mean that we bring in an outsider,"
"Would give us new blood," Blizzardstorm whispers, but her eyes trailed over to the General Den, where she watches the slowly rising and falling of her daughter's sleeping body. She frowns a bit, closing her eyes, the image of her daughter standing atop a mass of bones, that shone with an unnatural light. The bones of Felis and the bones of prey, all jumbled together. Her lips curled as if she could still smell the hot wind that swept over her, bearing the reek of carrion, even though the bones gleamed white and clean. But then blood had begun to ooze out between the bones, the trickles merging together into a river that flowed steadily towards her, until the stench of blood clung to her fur. She had tried to flee, and found her paws had been fixed in place. She had cried out to her daughter, who had stared coldly at her with her orange eyes, standing tall before calling out for those to join her, to join the one that Solta has blessed, to join her for a better future. All but ignoring her mother as the blood drowned her mother, gurgling and reeking of death.
She opens her eyes and shakes her head. "No…" Blizzardstorm thought, "I made sure that won't happen.." but still she shivers, as if she could still feel the steady whisper of blood lapping hungrily at her.
The hollow she laid in was full of dead leaves and the smell of toadstool, something rotting. It did well to hide her scent as she spasms on the floor, biting into the stick she had brought for this very purpose. All Needlefang wanted was for the birth to be over, but it felt like she was lying in that hollow for days. Everything hurt- her whole body, down to the tips of her fur and the ends of her claws. She pants through her nose, eyes shut in pain. She told herself she could do this, she was taught by Sagewhisker, who before taking the position of Heir herself had been training to be a Soothepurr..but she was too weak to do anything, even eat the herbs that she had snitched from Prickletooth's den.
But finally, after a long night of darkness and anguished, there were three small bundles pressed close to her stomach. Two were wiggling furiously, but one was completely still. Needlefang prodded her gently, but deep down she already knew the answer. The kit had been born dead, and thus would never open her eyes.
The other two though, were strong. As she gently licks them of the fluids that cling to there fur, the small molly, who inherited her father's dark brown tabby fur let out an angry wail the minute she touched her, her small paws bapping at her face which made Needlefang chuckle. "Definitely a fighter…" she thought happily, turning her gaze to her son. Luckily or maybe it was the blessing of the gods, none of her kits inherited her fur. Her son seems to take after his grandfather, her father's golden pelt. Even with the two of them having the same dark orange scales, no one would connect them as mother and son. She looked worriedly at his tail though, bent in the middle like a broken branch. But it didn't seem to be hurting him, all he did was let out loud mews each time his sister battered him.
Smiling softly, she pushes herself out of the grief that welled up inside her and stood up. Ignoring the wails of her kittens and leaving them in the hollow, she went to bury there sister, "Let Lady Nocta welcome you into her loving embrace my Twilightkit," she whispers softly to the molly's spirit as she buried her deep within the earth, to make sure no badger or fox would ever find it, "Please Lord Mourna," she looks up at the sky, staring at the moon, knowing that the God of the Moon was watching her…watching her break the code, "Do not push my guilt onto her…let her be free of them," she prayed before she returned to her two living kits.
She froze a bit though, as she turns her attention to her living kits seeing the expression on their small faces. Both were new to the world- couldn't see, couldn't hear…could barley crawl to her belly to feed…and yet, their faces was already twisted with strong emotion.
"Rage…hatred? I never seen such a look on any cat, let alone a newborn kitten," Needlefang thought as fear flooded her. Kits born with so much anger in them could only mean trouble for the Kingdom, but then she shakes those thoughts out of her head, "They're just kits… you can't think of such things about two newborn kits," So, taking a deep breath she stood, "Slateflame told me to trust my instincts, and make my own choices," she whispered to the two tiny kits, bending down to lick their heads, "And I choose that you will group up in Shadowmire as a comrade without knowing who your mother is," she heaved a deep sigh, "That will be the best for all three of us, little ones,"
Giving them a last lick, she chitters out a call, tail wrapping around her legs. Heart pounding she froze a bit, before a large dark tabby, slunk through the muck that made their territory. His yellow barley looked at her but staring at the two kits, full of hope and excitement. With his help, they both picked up one kit, her the little tom and him the little molly and bounded back into the camp, pushing through the brambles. She could feel eyes burning into her pelt, but due to walking through the slimy soil and deep mud, no cat will be able to guess the ordeal she had been through.
Lizardstripe's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing at the sight of them. Ignore the accusing look in her yellow eyes, Needlefang placed the tom at her paws, wincing as he let out a shriek. "What," Lizardstripe hisses, "are those?"
"Kits," Needlefang replied.
Raggedsnarl placed the molly beside her brother, "My kits," he added proudly.
"Oh yes," Lizardstripe mewed mockingly, "What a miracle. If I'd know toms could have kits, I would have made Mudswipe have these brats of mine himself,"
Needlefang swallows, feeling guilt welled up in her. It was no secret that Lizardstripe never wanted kits, but did so with the encouragement of Mudswipe who had promise to help her raise the kits. It was no shock to anyone that he didn't keep that promise. The only reason that she didn't just lump them off to the caretakers were because the lack of milkberries and the promise that she wouldn't be like her own mother, Morningshriek.
Raggedsnarl ignores the both of them, crouching down to sniff at his kits. The tom tried to lift his head, and then swiped his paw through the air, connecting with Raggedsnarl's nose. Jerking back in surpise, he cries out in delight, "He's a little warrior already!"
Lizardstripe stares at him before turning her gaze to Needlefang. Shuffling nervously under her cousin's stare she shakes her head, "Their mother wishes to keep identity a secret," Needlefang explains, "She cannot care for these kittens, and she hopes that you will take them in for her,"
Lashing her tail, Lizardstripe growls, "What kind of shit is this," she glares at Needlefang, accusingly, "Why should I have to put up with not one but two more mewling lumps of fur? I didn't ask for these kits either, but you don't see me dumping them on some other cat. Its not my job to care of every unwanted kit in Shadowmire,"
"They are not unwanted!" Raggedsnarl snap, looking up with burning hatred in his eyes, "They are mine! My son and my daughter, and I will always claim them as my own!" at his snarls, Lizardstripe shrank back in her nest, her tail covering her own three kits protectively.
"Lizardstripe," Needlefang whispers, almost pleading, "Its only until a fresh bunch of milkberries grow and I'm sure that Berrypuddle and Rainfeather will do most of the raising..can you please feed them,"
Hissing softly at first, Lizardstripe then sighs, nodding her head. "All, right," she whispers tiredly, "Give them to me,"
Needlefang watches as her son and daughter were nestled in the curve of Lizardstripe's belly. Pushing back the feeling of unease, she leans down and touches nose to Lizardstripe in thanks, "The molly's name is Evening, while the tom's name is Sunrise," Lizardstripe nodded and with that, Needlefang turned around, and slipped out of the nursery, not looking back to the two kits she left behind, not even as her heart cleaved in two.
She staggered into the Bishop's den, where Sagewhisker waited for her, "Is it over?"
Swallowing, Needlefang nodded her head. Everything within her ached, far beyond the reach of any herb that Prickletooth could give her, "Yes. Its over,"
"Good," Sagewhisker said, before nudging a leaf towards her. At Needlefang's questioning look, she explained, "Its parsley. It will dry up your milk. You should take one leaf every day," nodding her head, Needlefang leaned down, licking up the leaf, feeling her eyes burn with tears, "You did the right thing. You know what would happen if others in Shadowmire discovered that those two were your kits,"
"I know," Needlefang snap, sitting up. She closes her eyes, "I know," she whispers. Unlike in the other Kingdoms, Shadowmire Bishops could not have kits...they couldn't have mates. If it was discovered, Raggedsnarl would be killed for daring to touch her that way, even when she allowed it. Many would say that Raggedsnarl turn her away from the Lady Nocta. And she just, Needlefang could not imagine the cat that she loved being killed, just because of their love.
She looked at the stars, frowning. She wonder if the reason Lady Nocta had been so silent to her was because she broke the rule stated for Shadowmire Bishops. But then her orange eyes widen as a star arched across the sky, her tail stiffening. Swallowing, she looked over to Sagewhisker, but it seem her mentor took no notice.
"So...I haven't lost favor with you, Lady Nocta..but what do you mean by Sparks?"
Winds rattle the branches of the willow trees, as Haddockbounce shakes his head. Which only made him grimace more. Mudpool looked at him in concern, but Haddockbounce smiled at him, pushing away the pain, "So...we lost Sunningrocks," he mutters, staring at Thistleclaw and his sister and Attendant, Sweetlily.
"We wouldn't have if Sweetlily hadn't force us to retreat," Thistleclaw snarls but then grimaces as Mudpool place a poultice of broom and goldenrod onto his flank.
Sweetlily sighs, closing her eyes, "We had no choice. There were too many Thundergrowth warriors attacking us.
"Sunningrocks is our territory," Thistleclaw snarls as he stands up, "Riverglade should never be beaten,"
Haddockbounce sighs, stepping between them, "Riverglade will always hone your courage, Thistleclaw, but Sweetlily did the right thing. I never expect my warriors to fight against the impossible odds. We will have another night to not only avenge this defeat but to gain back what rightfully is ours. We alreadly lost too many Felis thanks to Lady Chinoa. Rippleclaw, Fallowtail, Cedartuft, Lakeshine, Echomist, Snowgale, Tideripple," he looks to both Sweetlily and Thistleclaw apologetically as the two wince. Both have lost love ones this winter, and he ached for their lost. "But I understand Thistleclaw, I am trouble by tonight's lost...we haven't lost a battle since I took over as Bishop,"
"Though," Sweetlily mutters, "I'm not surprised that they struck against us," she turns to Haddockbounce, "Turns out that Bishop Goosefeather pass during the beginning of Winter, Blizzardstorm is now the Bishop of Thundergrowth," Thistleclaw growls, claws scrapping against ground.
"Well….he was old," Mudpool stated gently, "Many were shocked he survived last year's winter," he pointed out and Haddockbounce had to nod at that. But he couldn't help but lowered his head, pain gripping at his chest. Right now, even beside his sister, his loyal Attendant, and his Soothepurr, he felt so alone. "My Bishop?"
Looking up, Haddockbounce heaves a sigh, "Its just seems that the Gods are really against us. The last two winters have hit us hard…"
Thistleclaw rolls his eyes, "We made it through this winter and we will make it through many more,"
"Yes," Haddockbounce agreed, "But...I worried because I gain a message," Sweetlily stills, her eyes widen while Thistleclaw puffs up. Swallowing he began to recite what he heard, "Change is coming, Praise the coming Sparks, welcome them into your hearts, yet take heed for you may burn when confronted by their flames,"
"What the hell that means?" Thistleclaw snarls, his gaze rising to towards the stars in the night sky, "What does Lady Nocta expect us to do? Do they expect us to burn the Kingdom to the ground with these sparks?"
Mudpool shakes his head, "No, that cannot be, it must be something else. A fire can clear the forest of dead wood to make room for new growth," he pointed out, making Thistleclaw growl and roll his eyes, "Perhaps its a reassurance, there may be death now, but it will allow the Kingdom to grow anew,"
"I rather not think of our comrades dying of starvation to be a good thing, Mudpool," Haddockbounce hisses, calming down when Sweetlily pressed against him.
She looked up at him, blinking her green eyes at him, "It did said welcome, mayhaps its a sign that its time we bolster our ranks with some new members?"
"We don't need outsiders," Thistleclaw growls, ignoring the glare that Haddockbounce was giving him, "If Riverglade is to be save it will be from our own paws. I will be highly suspicious of some outsider that we have no knowledge of comes to us and offers us help,"
Haddockbounce sighs, "If Riverglade is in enough danger that someone is offering help, I don't see any problem with turning them away," he shakes his head, "Listen, I don't claim to know everything Thistleclaw, especially claim to know what Lady Nocta speaks of. But we must take heart to what she says. We will keep a watchful eye and if we're careful, we will discover what she means. Let us be at peace, knowing that the gods are still with us, still guiding us."
Krestletail stares blindly as the elders slip away through the heather tunnel, carrying the limp body of Shrewclaw held between them. "Its weird that he's dead, isn't it," ears perking he turns his head to see his brother, Magipenose walking towards him. Sniffling as always, the Soothepurr sat beside him, "He was always there, with us everystep and now,"
"Now's he not," Krestletail whispers, but he really didn't know how to feel about this. Him and Shrewclaw have never gotten along, the other having calling him wormcat throughout their kithood to even today as full-grown members of Windmoor, even when Krestletail took his role as Bishop. But he likes to think that gotten along better after Krestletail return to the Kingdom from his wander. While they never would be friends, not after the moons of bullying, he knew that he could trust Shrewclaw to be a loyal warrior and to fight by his side. But now he was gone, killed by Newtspeck when trying to avenge his mother Brackenwing, who died during one of the many fights with Shadowmire over Highstones.
"The battles with Shadowmire are becoming worse," Magpienose whispers, shoulders stiff, "I wish Hawkheart was still here...or at least one of the kits had an interest in healing. So much blood...so much infection...so much death,"
"Its Raggedsnarl's fault," Krestletail closes his eyes, "I know that Bishop Sagewhisker has no love for Windmoor, but most of her ire was at Bishop Heatherstep, when I took over most of the fights have all but stop...I don't think she even knows of Raggedsnarl's aggressive attacks on us," anger and hoplessness burns in his chest at this, "And I doubt they will stop when Needlefang takes over,"
"It isn't just Shrewclaw," Magpienose whispers, "Aspenfall, Cloudrunner, Hickorynose, Woolytail and Nightpatridge," his brother turns to him with wide blue eyes filled with fear, "Most of them should be in the Elders Den now, living out the rest of their lives telling the history of our kingdom and offering advice to all who ask, but because of Shadowmire and the Wails.." he chokes, tears streaming down his face, "They're gone..why are the Gods doing this Krestletail, what have we done to deserve this?"
"I do not know," Krestletail admits sadly, feeling a rush of anger at Raggedsnarl, for the Felis who follow him without hesitation. He brings his head up, watching the night sky, the stars of their ancestors, staring accusingly at them, demanding an answer, a solution.
And then, a star flew across the night sky, with the lack of trees, it allowed him a clear view, watching as it falls to the ground. His blood roared in his ears, as Lady Nocta spoke to him. Shoulders shaking, exhales, closing his eyes. "Brother?" Magpienose softly whispers, whiskers trembling and yellow feathers poofing up, "What did you see?"
"Hope...peace," Krestletail swallows, "Our Gods did not abandoned us as I have fear. Difficult times are ahead of us...but we will be safe..we will be strong," he turns his gaze to his brother, before he presses himself against his brother's side, both becoming silent, both giving out support for each other, while keeping eye on their home.
Krestletail watches as Maplefall walked over to Driftnose, a wide smile on the golden torbie's face as she spoke quietly to her dark gray, orange scaled mate. His blue eyes widening at what she was saying but with his own smile growing on his face it must have been good news.
"We will make this work...the Gods still favor us," Krestletail though as he closes his eyes, thinking of the spark that would come to them. A part of him, couldn't help but think of a tom that he travel with many moons ago. Of how his fur would blaze like fire in the light of Solta's eye. "It couldn't be him...could it? No" Krestletail shakes his head, "Flamma has his own group to worry about, he has no time to worry about Windmoor… to worry about me,"
As I said before, things have changed in this story. Magpenose (runningnose) and Barkface has changed places, Willowbreeze and Bluestar have fuse, Thistleclaw and Sweetlily (an alive Sweetpaw) are now in Riverglade. So many things have changed, so many things will change.
Nocta- goddess of the night and prophercies
Nixames- goddess of famine and snow
Mourna- god of the moon and death
Solta- goddess of the sun and life