Warriors: Dawn of the Clans #3: The First Battle

Characters this chapter:
Nightfeather: A fluffy black she-cat
Killerfang: A skinny black tom
Lightningfury: A white and gold tom
Honeyshine: A honey colored she-cat
Eagletalon: A tall, muscular, orange tabby tom
Flowerdawn: A yellow and white she-cat
DarkStar: a white she-cat with black splotches

Chapter two:
Nightfeather sat under the Hightree, with all of the other cats. It had been 6 moons since she had the terrible dream about the faceless tom, who killed all four leaders. Luckily, it was just a dream. At least, she hoped it was just a dream. She knew she should be happy today though, it was Eaglepaw and Flowerpaw’s warrior ceremony. Although, she grew very suspicious of her brother, he had been sneaking out of camp lately, and yesterday she heard a loud yowl coming from the forest, that day, when Eaglepaw came back to camp, he was covered in scars. “Nightfeather? Are you okay?”
Nightfeather looked over, and noticed her new mate named Killerfang staring at her, looking very worried. “I’m fine” she calmly replied. “Are you su-“ Killerfang was cut off by a loud yowl. “ Let all cats old enough to gaze upon the moon gather for a clan meeting” DarkStar called. It was time for the warrior ceremony.

After the ceremony, Nightfeather and Killerfang celebrated with the four former apprentices, who were now named: Lightningfury, Flowerdawn,Honeyshine,and Eagleclaw. But Nightfeather paused for a second, she noticed that Eagleclaw was missing!

I hope you liked it, the next chapter will be in the next book soon

-NightFeather

The five siblings finished their fathers burial and set off, on the way they met three cats, two golden tabbies, one tom, one she-cat and a brown tabby she-cat with unusually white spots. They claimed their names to be Vole, Lightning, and Robin. They looked a bit younger than the leaders, old enough to be apprentinces. Vole, Lightning, and Robin looked really hungry, the siblings had offered them some food and offered to teach them to hunt, just as their father had. “Yes! We would love that,” Vole mewed excitedly, her tail swishing. “We can start tomorrow,” Nightstar told them. Cloverstar turned his head to Marigoldstar, “will you take watch?” Marigoldstar nodded and sat down as all the other cats began to curl their tail around their paws and fall asleep. Robin looked up from where she was sleeping, “I’m not tired,” the tiny she-cat mewed. “Can I start training?” “Well…um…sure I guess.”

Tealgaze came to regret her decision over the next three moons. Rippedgorse was nice, and handsome enough, and with any other she-cat he’d make a good mate.
But Tealgaze didn’t know that it was his lifelong dream to have kits, nor that that was what he was expecting from her.
That, and he was overprotective and followed her around everywhere like a tick clinging to fur.

Tealgaze was coming back to camp from a border patrol when she found out that Crispleaf died in his sleep. Her and her siblings mourned his death greatly, but Dustyrose suffered the worst. She refused to eat, or sleep — she just stared at her lost mate’s lifeless body. Once he was buried, she often stared into space for most of the day, her eyes dull and unseeing.
Her kits all tried to get her to eat something, or to get some rest, but it was a daily struggle.
Despite all of this, Rippedgorse still felt like it was a good idea for Tealgaze to bear his kits.
“ No. For the last time: I’m not having your kits!” Tealgaze hissed, lashing her tail. Rippedgorse stood his ground with narrowed eyes. “ But don’t you love me?”
• Not particularly • “ If I did, it doesn’t mean I’m going to have kits with you!”
“ But I want kits.”
“ And I don’t! No means no, Rippedgorse,” Tealgaze spat, turned to pad away. “ So drop it.”
She ran away, feeling resentment bubble up her throat like bile.
• Why can’t he just listen to me and drop the subject? • Tealgaze muttered to herself. • Maybe if he wasn’t always crying about kits I’d find a way to actually love him… •
“ Hey, Tealgaze!” Robinbreeze called from across camp. Mousepetal and Pouncebranch flanked him.
Tealgaze stormed over, forgetting to clear away her negative emotions before being near her siblings.
“ What is it?” She said abruptly, by mistake. She cursed herself for her rudeness, but Pouncebranch looked at her sympathetically.
“ Is it Rippedgorse again?” He asked gently, tilting his head. “ Is he bothering you about kits?”
Tealgaze sighed and nodded. She told her siblings all about Rippedgorse and his annoying fixation, and then it turned into a rant, until she was clear-headed again.
“ Sorry,” She apologized when she was done. “ You didn’t ask for that.”
“ It’s okay,” Robinbreeze meowed softly, pressing his side against Tealgaze, who purred at his warmth.
“ Yeah,” Mousepetal purred, nuzzling Tealgaze’s cheek while Pouncebranch gave her a comforting lick on her ear.
“ We’re here for you.” The three of them said in unison. Tealgaze felt like crying, but she pushed it away.
“ But what was it you called me over here for?” Tealgaze asked.
“ Oh!” Robinbreeze’s eyes widened. “ That’s right! We were asking you if you wanted to go hunting with us — we were going to get some fresh prey for Dustyrose.”
“ Okay. Let’s go!” Tealgaze chirped, feeling like an apprentice again as her and her siblings went hunting.
They brought back plenty of prey to dole out to both the fresh-kill pile and to give Dustyrose her pick (she picked a small mouse, but at least it was something)
As Tealgaze went to sleep that night, she slept happily for the first time since Crispleaf died.

You know the dealio: the next chapter is in the next book!
— Sunsetsplash