Warriors: The Broken Code #2: The Silent Thaw

Nightlight - black she cat with white markings and green eyes. Rank: Ivy-runner.

-/Moonwing/-

😯 WHAT IS BRAMBLESTAR GOING TO DO? (Fake one)

Ivywhisker left her pelt behind, bloodied and torn on the ground. She closed her eyes and opened them, and suddenly she stood before many StarClan cats. One huge pale gray tabby tom shimmering with starlight stood before her.
“I am Flowingstar. I ruled ThunderClan many, many, many moons before your grandmother came. I have watched your family line grow through the generations. This is my deputy, Brightstar, and my medicine cat, Applefoot.”
The tom’s voice was deep and elegant, a rumble of authority. A black she-cat with white ears stood next to him, and on the other side stood a creamy tom with brown paws, a brown tail-tip, and a brown mask, presumably Brightstar and Applefoot.
Ivywhisker bowed. As she lowered her head she looked down, to her paws. They weren’t sparkling with the trademark light of StarClan. Panic roiled in her stomach. Had something gone wrong? Is that why Flowingstar was here?
“Nothing’s gone wrong on our end of the connection, young one,” said Applefoot. “You’ve broken the warrior code, and as such will stand trial to be admitted into StarClan.”
“Is Birchwhisker here?” She burst out. Brightstar narrowed her eyes but Applefoot nodded and pointed with his tail. A cream and pale tan tom looked around in wonder a few fox-lengths from where she was standing. She raced the whole distance to him, and he turned around and caught her as she smashed into him. They tumbled onto the ground together like little kits.
“Birch,” she gasped into his fur. “Birch!”
“Birchwhisker,” he gently corrected her, and laughed. They lay there for a while, and then something caught her eye. A tiny white and cream tom-kit and a fawn she-kit were trotting towards her and Birchwhisker.
“Featherkit! Minnowkit!”
She scooped them up, and they nuzzled her.
“Hi, Mama! Hi, Papa!” one of them squeaked.
“My beautiful kits,” Birchwhisker said. “I never go to see you.”
“But now you’ll be with us for all eternity. And look! Here’s your families!”
A fawn-and-white she-cat, a brown-and-ginger tom, a brown-and-ginger she-cat, a brown-white-ginger tom, a white-and-ginger she-kit, and a smoky gray tom were walking towards her. Birchwhisker was nuzzling a sandy she-cat and a gray-and-cream tom.
“Mossyleap! Aldertail!”
“Nice to see you too,” Dawnthorn remarked. A tiny white-and-chocolate tom-kit poked his head out from behind her.
“Winterkit, say hello. Ivywhisker, this is my kit, Winterkit.”
“Hello, Aunt Ivywhisker,” Winterkit said.
“Hi, Winterkit!” The tom-kit giggled up at her as she pretended to look around in confusion for him. “Ah! There you are!”
Mossyleap and Aldertail licked her head, and Mudfang stretched up to nudge her muzzle, still apprentice-sized. Elmkit swatted Winterkit, and the two chased each other through the swarm of paws, gathering Featherkit and Minnowkit along the way.
Then someone strode up to her who she hadn’t expected to see.
“Hello, Smokefall.”
“Ivywhisker.” He said her name in his calm way, and she pressed herself closer to him.
“Our kits are beautiful,” he meowed. “I’ve been watching them every second of the day.”
They were silent for a while, and then she spoke.
“Smokefall… I have another mate. And kits.”
“I know you do, Ivywhisker. Thank you for moving on. It’s different in StarClan, don’t worry! I’m happy for you.”
“We’ll see each other… if I get into StarClan.”
“You will, Ivywhisker. You saved an expecting Clanmate. That would get you straight to StarClan even if you broke the warrior code a few times. I know that this is a bit more major, but you’ll be fine.”
“A bit?”
“Never mind.”
I ran out of characters; you’ll find part two in the #4 audiobook!
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