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"Hawthornpaw, get out of the way. You're ruining my moment!" Pumpkinpaw yowled, shoving her brother out of the way. She wanted to be the hero, and she wasn't going to let this annoying furball get in the way of her glory.

Lavenderpaw licked Eclipsepaw's ear, relief flooding over her to know he was safe. "I'm ok, I was... erm, hiding from everyone behind a bush, the fire wouldn't hurt me." She gave her father a concerned sniff. "Are you all right?" she asked anxiously, pressing her ear to his chest. "Did you breathe in smoke? Honey could help, or maybe juniper."

Grassclaw leaned into Pink-Eyes, sighing heavily and closing her eyes as a wave of grief washed over her. "Something happened in CaveClan and I'm worried."

Nightshade didn't bat an eye. "I want his name."—Shoot firstthinknever 02:48, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Hawthornpaw stumbled away as his sister shoved him aside, immediately growing heated and causing his tail tip to twitch. "What 'moment'? That 'moment' back there when you looked like a total mouse-brain who stood back and just threw moss at it? You're welcome for ruining that pitiful 'moment'!" The charcoal tom scrabbled after Pumpkinpaw to shove her back with his shoulder, fighting for his right over the little fire.

"I'm fine," Risingsun rasped to his daughter, while his heart screamed to comfort his children and refer to them as such. However, he knew the rules. He knew that he couldn't express his love and care for his kittens until they were out of the public eye. "You'd make a great medicine cat, Lavenderpaw." How he wished he could take her down such a path, but StarClan would smite him for taking initiative over the next medicine cat without their approval. They'd send him a sign...but he never received one. What if he died before those old idiots made up their minds?Thieving Ferret 16:08, December 6, 2018 (UTC)

Mothshade glared at Nightshade, she could smell the smoke and feel the flames. "Mayflywing, his nameis Mayflywing. Okay? Why do you even care? It's my responsibility!" The creamy-white warrior hissed. Joheva and Han huddled close. Had they made a mistake coming here?

Ruddflower darted from the Warriors' den, her ears flat to her skull. The smoke was thick, scary. Her eyes darted around as she looked for a way out. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:10, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Frozenwind followed Ruddflower, coughing in the smoke. The white tom couldn't see a way out either. --forever and always 01:14, December 7, 2018 (UTC) </div></div> "It was wet moss, you numb skull!" Pumpkinpaw hissed, fighting against Hawthornpaw. "The water will put it out." She pulled away as a huge, dark cloud of smoke blew into her face, and she started choking.

Lavenderpaw ducked her head in embarrassment, feeling warmed and awed by her fathers comment. "Well... I learned from the best." Would I be a good medicine cat? she silently wondered, then pushed the thought away, with a feeling of guilt. She was a warrior apprentice, Raccoonmask was her mentor. Instead she looked up at Risingsun uncertainly. "Are you sure?"

Nightshade slide out of her way. "That's all I needed to know..." he muttered icily, before sulking away. Now... what to do to this Mayflywing.Shoot firstthinknever 02:16, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

"Definitely seems to be working!" Hawthornpaw snapped back at his sister as a plume of smoke blew into her face, the tom's fur beginning to spike out of frustration. "Maybe I should just use you to choke out the fire!" He scowled at his sister, once again attempting to fight with her for rights over the fire. Then, a shadow fell upon him. 

"Did I not raise you two any better?" Orchidbloom snarled at Pumpkinpaw and Hawthornpaw as her mommy senses began to kick in.

Honey... The thought kept sticking to Risingsun's mind, and with a soft wheeze, he nuzzled his daughter's head. Let his Clanmates see. "I'm a medicine cat, Lavenderpaw. I know potential when I see it."

Raccoonmask had been out on patrol during the whole event, where he ended up making a strange and very puzzling discovery. This 'discovery' kept demanding that she be released and be taken to Quartz, where she rightfully belonged. Who was Quartz, and why would be within a Clan with a rogue name like that? No matter, it was a kitten. She needed help.Thieving Ferret 02:42, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Pumpkinpaw nearly leaped out of her fur, surprised when Orchidbloom appeared. She ignored the deputy. "Is it out?" she asked, peering through the smoke.

Lavenderpaw honestly didn't know what to say, instead purred.

Stoatscar hadn't been feeling great recently... and she knew what was up. She had had kits before, she knew what it was like. She glanced at her belly, which was just starting to show. She was going to tell Runningstrike soon. She purred, remembering when she had told him the news of Pumpkinfrost, Oilpelt, and Creekdew. A tiny pang of loss stung her heart at the thought of her other kits. Pumpkinfrost and Oilpelt were dead and Creekdew was in CaveClan. —Shoot firstthinknever 04:41, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Runningstrike was coming back from a hunting patrol. He threw his kill into the pile. He remembered the first time Creekdew caught prey, and Pumpkinfrost and Oilpelt. He wondered how his son was doing in CaveClan. Runningstrike sniffed the air, trying to find where his mate was. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:46, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Stoatscar's eyes lit up when Runningstrike padded into camp. She got to her paws and padded over to greet him. "Have you been getting into any trouble?" she asked, eyeing him with amusement. —Shoot firstthinknever 04:51, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Runningstrike purred and flicked his ear. "Not more than usual, I suppose." he replied, "What about you? Not running into anymore trees, I hope." He added, affectionately. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 04:53, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsow moved through the territory, growing closer to the smell of CaveClan. Her green eyes watching the brush, waiting for the cat to appear. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 05:03, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Creekdew hesitated for a second, starting to recognize the scent. No, it couldn't be....he emerged slowly from the brush.WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 13:32, December 7, 2018 (UTC)

Pink-Eyes let his pink optics run over, squinting them a bit. "W--What happened?" He asked softly, pressing his white body close to her golden tortoiseshell pelt. His thoughts moved to how his sister had passed several weeks ago from kitting.

Mothshade stared after Nightshade, her frost-blue eyes darkening before she turned away. She finally noticed the fire and looked around. She spotted her brothers not to far off and rushed towards them. "Here, follow me."

Ruddflower found herself pressed against Frozenwind. "How do we get out? The fire's everywhere." She exclaimed.

Fernsnow skittered to a stop upon catching sight of the blue-gray tomcat. "C--Creekdew, is that y-you?" Minkclaw Winter is coming. 22:25, December 8, 2018 (UTC)

Grassclaw glanced nervously at her paws. "Brooksplash... she... attacked her Clanmates. She's dead." Anxiety for her Clan made her head pound. She knew she was revealing Clan secrets to Pink-Eyes, but right now it didn't seem to matter. She doubted he would say anything to RockClan about it anyway. "She looked mad."

"Don't you think I've learned from past experiences?" Stoatscar flashed Runningstrike a look, but her voice remained sarcastic and playful. She faked a thoughtful look, then gave an over dramatic gasp as if she had remembered something. "Oh wait, I stand corrected. I ran into one this morning." —Shoot firstthinknever 23:40, December 10, 2018 (UTC)

Creekdew blinked. "Fernsnow!" he purred, "'d you get back?"

Runningstrike shrugged at his mate. "You never know, I suppose." he said. WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 03:21, December 11, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsnow blinked her eyes at the blue tom. "Oh, C--Creekdew? You're alive?" She asked, although it was a bit of a stupid question.

Mothshade found herself outside of camp, her brothers were resting. She could fell the faint smoke as cats tried to control the fire that had ravaged their camp and most of the forest now. It was controlled. She could hear the rumble of the Twolegs and their red monsters, trying to control the fire that had gotten near their homes.

Pink-Eyes moved to press his pelt against Grassclaw's. "Maybe it's a sickness, the dogs get them often from the Kittypet's say. It's called rabies, maybe that's what it was." It was his way of trying to comfort the she-cat he felt strongly for. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 21:41, December 12, 2018 (UTC)

"Would you like to go for a walk? Just us?" Stoatscar asked, wrinkling her nose as a puff of smoke blew into her face. The fire didn't appear too concerning now, most of it was out. But the smoke probably wasn't great to be breathing in.

Hazelriver limped toward camp, hold a ball of moss in his jaws. His mouth gaped at the smoke billowing around camp, causing his moss to fall. He spotted Mothshade nearby and anxiously padded toward her, the moss all but forgotten. "What happened? Is there a fire?" Well obviously. He flinched when he realized that was a stupid question. "Uh, is it out? Is everyone okay?"

Grassclaw shifted anxiously against Pink-Eyes, moderately comforted by the warmth of his pelt. "Rabies?" She went through the list of diseases in her head, but rabies didn't sound familiar. Heck, she wasn't a medicine cat, how would she know? "Is there a cure? How did she get it?" —Shoot firstthinknever 00:31, December 13, 2018 (UTC)

"Yeah! Yeah." Creekdew said, hardly thinking. " 'Course I'm alive. How'd you end up here?"

"Sure." Runningstrike said to his mate, "How come?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 01:01, December 13, 2018 (UTC)

Fernsnow tilted her head to get a good look at the blue-grey tomcat. "I escaped from my Twoleg den." She stated. She didn't add that, that was after she'd been bred to a tomcat there.

Pink-Eyes nodded. "Well, yes. It's not very common for cats but in dogs it's been seen a lot." He said.

Mothshade looked up, her eyes blazing before softening on the tomcat. "Well, yeah. I think they've got it mostly put out now." She said before turning to continue on her way hesitantly. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 07:32, December 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Yes," Hawthornpaw began as he slowly and icily turned towards his littermate, "I put it out, so it's out." He declared this with a firm and proud nod before walking away from Pumpkinpaw, expecting to get tackled or something. She'd have to get back at him somehow.

"Risingsun?" Raccoonmask called to the medicine cat curiously, who raised his head in response to his name. "I found this outside of camp...can you check it to make sure it doesn't have any....uh...diseases?" The chocolate warrior motioned to Honeykit as he placed the golden bundle of fur on the ground, who glared up at him in response. "I'm no fleabag!"Thieving Ferret 17:12, December 19, 2018 (UTC)

"Thank StarClan you did!" Creekdew purred. "How?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 22:47, January 1, 2019 (UTC)

Flamefur happily bounded after Nightshade, flashing her canines as she came into stride with him. "So, when shall we begin our hunt of this Mayflywing?" She half joked with a hungry purr, her amber eyes flashing with danger.

Smokemask hissed and spat out Fennelpaw into a puddle of water, sniffing over her for the scent of smoke, and growled when he realised she was in there long enough to inhale the plume of toxin. "Stupid molly." He sneered, pacing around her in stress. He was worried about her, that much was true. Hunching down, he sniffed her once more, checking her over before something caught his attention and immediately he stood over the unwell molly protectively. "Reveal yourself!" The tom yowled before he noticed an apprentice sized dark silver-gray tabby tom nearby. 

Stretching her legs, Softfeather happily padded alongside the sisters Hollytuft and Moontail, her feathery tail flicking as she returned from a hunting party, at the same time Lioncloud, Birchface and Stormshade returned from a patrol. Instantly Stormshade headed straight for Moontail, purring as the duo nuzzled each other with the affection of mates. 

Duskpaw skipped after the duo, a small white she-cat with beautiful green visionaries, and a brutishly large beast who followed close behind his mate. He was supposed to lead them to RockClan, but it seemed they already knew exactly to where they were headed. Mother of Ferrets 05:27, January 6, 2019 (UTC)

Hollyflower stood at the entrancr of the camp, she gabe her sister a smile when she entered but said no more. Her mind was on the fact that she now knew that Waterdrop wasn't there mother, it was Hollymask. The molly she was named after. Had Waterdrop known?

Jaystrike blinked as he watched Lioncloud enter camp and then the troubled expression on Hollyflower's face. The tabby warrior knew she had something to hide or her behavior said so. He shook his pelt before moving towards the nursery where Snapdragon was. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 08:54, January 9, 2019 (UTC)