Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan| Firestar could not explain the raging inferno blazing within him as he sat amongst his fellow leaders. Ever since his trail within Starclan, he had noted that his emotions were more intense and reckless—anger being an almost permanent presence within his conflicted soul. It was almost as if his emotions and instincts were fighting continuously amongst one another. Pressing his lips in a hard line as his blazing gaze remains level with Hawkstar and Copperstar. Intensely gauging their reactions to his not so subtle accusations against them. He needed to be sure, he did not want to believe the evidence collected from his fellow clanmates, that the fallen had been tampered with. At first, he had brushed it off as other predators such as foxes or even coyotes, and yet he could not help the nagging feeling within the back of his mind when he investigated the remains. It all seemed too staged to his trained eye, the remains appeared too well orchestrated for it to have been mindless scavengers. No—there was more at play here. Firestar could feel it within his mind, body, and soul. The real question was who? Could it truly be one of his fellow leaders or even a feline from the clans? He briefly thought of Renly the Ripper as well as his unstable mate; Desertrain. Though when studying the bodies; he quickly realized that Renly the Ripper could have made more of a spectacle with his work, never one to drain a body of their blood, as the psychotic monster preferred to have the red splattered along the floor as a show case of his power. No…whoever or whatever caused this mayhem was meticulously executing their plan. Toying with them like a fly caught in a web, it was only when he studied Hawkstar and Copperstar did he truly realize just how close the impending spider truly was to feasting. Ignoring the incredulous looks he was receiving from Ravenstar and Desertstar. He had no time to relay his suspicions on the whole matter, he did not believe any clan was responsible for such blatant disregard for their fallen brethren. Yet, who was he if not thorough in his own private investigation? Best way to gauge the innocence of a suspect was to catch them off guard after all. Drowning out the rising volume of disagreements and blame being thrown as his bi-colored eyes drift over to the shadows at the edge of the clearing. Brows furrowing as he could not ignore the sickening feeling of being watched. Tilting his large cranium as his eyes narrow suspiciously in the direction of where Kaelan lay and wait in suspensive glee. His large body tensing at the cold mocking laugh  that echoes throughout the clearing. Even though he had expected something to happen from the uneasy feeling he had been experiencing, it was still unnerving to see an unfamiliar feline approach the gathering without a care in the world. Steeling his resolve as he glares harshly at the intruder, the harsh silence seemed almost deafening as everyone seemed to hold their breath in suspense. Firestar could not help but study the calm and cunning feline below him, arching a brow as he could see the impending sickness of death clinging to the brittle form of Kaelan. Though even though Kaelan appeared sickly, it was his almost youthful cyan eyes and charming voice that truly set Firestar on edge. Even though Kaelan appeared almost non threatening, Fire was not foolish enough to let his guard down. it was obvious that Kaelan had a goal here tonight to reveal himself so prematurely. His tufted ears flick backwards as he takes in each calming almost silken voice of the manipulative feline. Scowling as Kaelan mocks him and his fellow leaders, though he knew that the intruder was not wrong, even if Firestar had not truly believed it was the doing of another clan, he had accused Hawkstar and Copperstar moments prior after all. Forcing his body to relax as he simply stares down at Kaelan, noting that the bony figure’s voice oozed sweet sickening poison, his words trying to coerce those with weak resolve to his own cause. Lips curling back in a silent snarl, “Immortal ones, you say? To me it looks like you are on your last leg, never mind immortal” he mocks with an impassive brow being raised as Kaelan easily disregards his jab. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he finally rises to his full imposing height as he towers over Kaelan. “Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth! Do you really think any of us would blindly follow and devote ourselves to one that blatantly disrespects the bodies of our comrades to cause doubt and disarray amongst us?” He snaps. The urge to stop Kaelan from leaving grew stronger, yet his feet remain rooted on the large rock. His bi-colored eyes remain locked on Kaelan as the sunken almost skeletal features smirks at him before blending seamlessly within the crowd as many seemed to part for the imposing figure before all that remained were the unsettled clans.

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan| Eyes narrowing as he takes in the mocking tone of Hawkstar, the Skyclan Leader could sense that the black feline would not see to reason. Pursing his lips as he notes the reference to twolegs, not being able to comprehend the meaning irked Firestar but he could deduce enough from Hawkstar’s tone that it certainly was not what he was aiming for. ”Borrow…share. Either would suffice, I would not be here if it was not dire” Fire huffs out as he shoves his pride to the side to break through to Hawkstar.  Yet, he pauses at the mention of his murderous son. Blinking slowly in surprise before anger flares within his ember and emerald eyes. Lips pulling back in a snarl as he regards Hawkstar, ”Father of a murder? Why doesn’t that seem familiar Hawkstar? You must be looking in your reflection” he mocks with a harsh grin as he takes a step forward. ”We are both parents of murders, you spineless hypocrite! I was the one who took your daughter in when you allowed yourself to be possessed, I am the one who brought you back to the land of the living! I am the one who put a stop to the war! Do not patronize me!” he snarls loudly as his voice echos in the clearing.  He knew he was letting his temper get the best of him, the inferno within blazing heatedly with no way to quell the flame. ”We may not see eye to eye but we both care for our clan. When I give my word I stick to it. It is only temporary until the woods in Skyclan come to life again” he frustratedly explains, pacing back and forth as the anger flickered dangerously within the large ginger tabby Maine Coon. Yet, all reason and rationality dissipates within Firestar’s jumbled mind at the sly taunt in regard to Firestar’s mate and kits. ’This cocky bastard! Thinks he can disrespect Auroraskies so casually!’ seething as he watches Hawkstar slowly rise to his nimble paws, ready to take leave.  An angered smirk forms on Firestar’s deranged features as he swiftly lunged for the smaller male while Hawkstar’s back was turned. Using his large bulky form to press firmly into the dark tom, his large paw grasping harshly at the back of Hawkstar’s neck as he shoves him face first into the ground. Amusement glittering in his eyes briefly at watching Hawkstar eat dirt before lowering his head to whisper darkly. ”You may ridicule me, but keep my mate and kits out of your filthy mouth! At least I am loyal to my mate and care unconditionally for my kits…can you say the same?” he mocks as he puts more pressure on Hawkstar’s neck, warning him not to struggle. ”Just remember Hawkstar….I asked nicely and I only do that once” he growls softly before shoving Hawkstar once more before stalking away, his eyes glowing in pure rage and malice. He knew what he needed to do for his kin. 

Bearchaser |Strong-willed Soldier of Skyclan|It had been a long day, with almost nonstop traveling, hunting for food, to settling down for the night. Bearchaser could not help the low groan of relief escaping him as he lays down in his makeshift nest next to Macawblaze, whom was already snoring away without a care in the world. Smiling fondly at his brother before eyeing his older two siblings and Cinderpeach, watching them for a brief moment to make sure they were okay before resting his large head upon his paws. Slowing down his breathing as he could feel his eyes begin to droop with fatigue, after a few moments of fighting off sleep, Bearchaser finally succumbed to his need for rest. Though his sleep was anything but pleasant, he had expected darkness from how exhausted he was, not the nightmares he found himself trapped in.  The distorted pleading slithered past his ears in a constant stream of begging as Bearchaser finds himself in the middle surrounded by his group…only to have them lying unconscious by his paws. Fear strikes within the two toned brown Maine Coon as he rapidly glances around trying to move and speak, yet his body felt heavy like mud and no words could escape him. ’What happened? What is going on? Why was I unable to protect them! Did I fail?! I promised Macawblaze and Roseglow that I would keep them safe! Keep them all safe!’ His thoughts jumbled together in disarray, his breathing becoming erratic in panic until he notices a looming dark figure in the corner of his eye.  Barely able to turn his head as his wide marigold eyes stare into the dark sockets of the pure black figure. ’Is this the one who harmed my friends and family?!’ he wondered as rage begins to boil within his blood. Squinting in pain as the eerie cries get louder as he stares at the figure, a headache pulsating within his skull begging him to end this torture, to save them all. Gritting his teeth as he suddenly charges forward, slamming his broad shoulder into the surprisingly solid form, knocking the silhouette harshly to the ground. His eyes glazed as to him, within his clouded mind, he was defending his group from the looming creature. Yet, in reality the voices had induced a trance like state to Bearchaser, using his doubts and fears against him as he slams Macawblaze into the earth.  Snarling at the dark figure as he pins it down, ”I will protect them! You will not hurt them!” he growls down at the shadowy figure, rising a strong paw with his sharp claws gleaming in the night as he slashes downwards at the foe, not comprehending the truth that it was Macawblaze he was attacking. 

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan|The whispering howling wind ruffles Firestar’s fiery pelt as he stalks to the concealed clearing within Shadowclan territory. Ears twitching at the consistent sound of crickets chirping and the faint greenish glow of fireflies lighting his way. His gaze remains calm and calculated as he knew that he needed to keep his emotions more in check in order to get through this meeting he had conducted in peace. Though if one looked deep enough into his eyes, one would be able to spot the steely resolve and cold festering hate swirling in his ember and emerald eyes. Firestar embodied the spirit of a lion, prowling as he slips through the foliage into the clearing. His large stature standing tall and poised as his sharp gaze instantly lands upon Ravenstar and Desertstar. Regarding them silently for a moment, knowing the two leaders were perplexed as to why he had called for such a meeting. It was not often or common for the leaders to meet especially only three out of the five.  Firestar had chosen these two leaders specifically due to the fact that he knew he could trust them and their judgement. He briefly remembered seeing Raven’s spiritual form during his trail, knew that the leader had a strong connection to Starclan and was Mercuryrose’s beloved son and prodigy, even with his youth, Firestar could see the makes of a fine Leader within. Desertstar was wise beyond her years and held such a calming persona that it eased the tension within Firestar if just barely. A quiet exhale escapes his maw as he waits silently as Desertstar and Ravenstar settle and greet one another. All Firestar supplied was a gracious nod to them both as he remains standing as he was too restless to settle beside them. Tilting his large cranium as he instantly noted the wariness and apprehension within Ravenstar’s voice, telling the ginger tom that even if Ravenstar had agreed to this meeting, the new leader would not be swayed easily.  Humming thoughtfully as Desertstar reassures Ravenstar that Fire must have a reason to request their presence. Flicking his tail back and forth with slight impatience before speaking clearly, ”I have asked you both here for a reason indeed.” he agrees as his attention flickers between the two. ”There is a sickness that lies within my woods, whispers in the night that have run off prey causing my clan to weaken with starvation on the rise” Firestar begins, deciding to give them the whole picture now instead of being interrupted with questions later. ”Few days prior, I had seek out an audience with Hawkstar as we share borders. Requesting aid in feeding my clan during harsh times by inquiring about hunting on a section of his land. The spineless oaf blatantly refused out of spite towards me” he gruffly states with anger lacing his tone before shaking his head, trying to quell the rising tide of emotions within.  ”I am here before you today to ask for aid in showing Hawkstar that refusing a clan in desperate need is selfish and dishonorable in the eyes of Starclan” Firestar firmly states as his features remain stoic. ”Denying me only is one thing, but to deny a whole clan when you can do something about it? I cannot stand by and allow Hawkstar to continue the path of his own self interest without him knowing the consequences. Even if certain leaders don’t get along, does not mean to simply turn away from a whole clan on the brink of collapse” he strongly finishes, his resolve unwavering. He would make Hawkstar pay for turning his back on him, for disrespecting his mate and kits, for placing his own selfish interests above the greater good. Hawkstar had awoken a raging lion of inferno within Firestar, one ready to scorch the earth in rage. 

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan|A sharp sigh escapes Firestar’s lips as he impatiently waits for Hawkstar to appear for the meeting at the Skyclan Leader’s request. Course, Fire would love to be anywhere but here as it was well known that the two leaders did not particularly get along. Though at this moment it had nothing to do with their tense history or dislike for one another, Firestar had a whole other reason for needing to speak to the often idle Thunderclan leader. It was out of desperation and necessity for his clans survival and Firestar would do anything to help his clan no matter how he needed to do it. Shifting uneasily on his hunches at the cold breeze ruffling his fiery orange tabby pelt. There had been a shift around Firestar ever since he awoken from his coma. The usual calm and collected leader had grown restless and on edge as of late, though not many could blame him for what he has endured within the past moon.  Blinking away the sleep from his dull bicolored eyes as he suddenly glances over his shoulder, brows furrowing as he had thought he had seen something in the corner of his eye. Inwardly rolling his eyes at his paranoia, mentally berating himself, ’It was just a branch moving in the wind…lack of sleep certainly is playing tricks on me’ he thought with a small frown. Since waking up from being in a coma, he could not help but feel that a piece of him was still stuck in Starclan, though he suppose that was the case when a life was stripped away from him. Every time he closed his eyes he felt as if he was right back in the trail fighting his way out to get back to his family, to his mate.  Head snapping up suddenly at the approaching steps of Hawkstar. Straightening his posture, his face remaining stoic as he regards the dark tom. Eyes narrowing slightly at the awkward greeting, but quickly brushes it aside, he did not care what Hawkstar thought of him, that was not why he was here. Standing up from his seated position, flicking his tail as he shakes his head dismissively. ”I will cut straight to the point” he begins, his usual smooth voice holding a harder edge, showing just how serious he truly was. ”I have asked you here today to request from you to allow my clan to temporarily use a section of your land to hunt?” he adds, taking note of the surprise flickering over Hawk’s face. Grunting in frustration at the situation he was in, forcing down his irritation towards himself as he refocuses. ”I normally would not ask of this, but with Thunderclan being the closest. It is the best course of action to ensure my clans survival. Skyclan has become sparse of prey from a disturbance that has left a lasting mark on my land” Firestar reluctantly reveals more details, hoping to sway Hawkstar. 

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan|He could sense the anticipation in the air as he could hardly hear himself think with all the hushed whispers echoing around the valley of starclanners. Yet, all that ceased by the loud commanding voice booming throughout the arena. A still silence enveloped them all, Firestar had to squint his bicolored eyes at the faint starry outline of an imposing feline stepping forward. It was not hard for the Skyclan leader to deduce that the figure approaching was one that demanded respect, by how faint his form seemed to be, it was also noted just how long the being had been part of Starclan. ’Probably since almost the beginning’ Fire observed. Clenching his jaw as he forces himself to remain unfazed as the star dusted feline stands suddenly directly in front of him. Blinking at the warrior, taking in the more prominent details of his aging fierce golden eyes and the battle worn silver starlight pelt. Firestar would not lie that the form before him certainly knew how to make an entrance.  In his peripheral vision, Firestar could see many forms bow lowly in respect for the Starclan warrior, though he made no direct move to do the same. Not until he figured out what in the hell was going on. Biting his inner cheek as the harsh Starclanner leans even closer to the point their nose almost touching and Fire could feel the cool wisp of air caressing his face with each sharp inhale and exhale made from the unknown feline. The usually sarcastic fiery tom had to bite back a retort, deciding to keep each comment to himself, ’Are we about to kiss right now? Has this tom never heard of personal space?’ He thought with an inward smirk but on the outside remains unimpressed with the sharp tongue of Slatestar. ”I believe I have the only right to question why I was summoned. Especially when it concerns me, do I not?” Firestar smoothly replies back. ”After all, how else am I suppose to defend myself from this unexpected trail?” he adds with a slight tilt to his head, his eyes narrowing in determination as he equally stares down the Starclanner.  He only looked away when another voice entered the conversation, tilting his head down as he regards the smaller, meeker starry pelted tomcat. Brows furrowing as he learns the name of the stern leader before him, ’Slatestar huh? Didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty’ he thought with a soft hum escaping him as he stiffly nods in greetings back to Mallowleaf. ”No need to apologize on his behalf, he was just about to tell me what this is all about” Fire says with a small smile in Mallowleaf’s direction, ignoring the irritated hiss from Slatestar. It would seem that he was not meant to get along with Riverclan Leaders. Narrowing his eyes as he takes in Slatestar’s words, it was starting to make sense as to why he was here. The starclanners surrounding him were displeased by the way Firestar was adapting his clan. They were afraid of such a change. Grunting in displeasure as he glances over at Falcontalon. His tufted ears twitching at the allegations brought upon him throughout the years of his servitude to his clan. Firestar was stunned that Starclan was so displeased with how he has led his clan over the years. It was a whiplash to have so much thrown at him, but it puzzled Firestar as to why now it was all being brought forward? If they were so angry from when he saved Hollowflame, why was it not addressed then? To him it seemed that Falcontalon just loved hearing the sound of his own arrogant voice. That the Starclanner was simply grasping at straws to strengthen his case as it was obvious that Falcon held some type of grudge against Firestar, ’Tsk…get in line’ he inwardly snorted to himself. Parting his lips as he takes a step around Slatestar, his sole attention on Falcon ready to defend his honor to the bitter end.    Many would describe Fire in that moment a prowling lion, ready to strike at any given moment. Though, just when he goes to speak, someone else speaks in his place. Looking over his shoulder to see Twilightstrike step forward and defend him with ease. Fire found himself impressed with the tom, though it did not surprise him as he instantly knew that this was Twilightstrike, Auroraskies deceased brother. It was a good thing that Twilightstrike had taken over, because he had been moments away from snapping at the arrogant bastard for insulting his mate. Pressing his lips together as he allows Twilightstrike to take the lead in explaining the reasonings for each topic brought forth during the trail. It certainly put Firestar at ease to know that at least there was one on his side and willing to defend his reasonings. Yet, he understood that there was no reasoning with the brute as the past Skyclanner had already deemed Firestar unworthy of remaining leader.  Pausing beside Twilightstrike, placing a steady paw upon his shoulder as he gives him a small nod. ”Thank you, Twilightstrike, could not have said it better myself” he softly says before addressing the court around him. ”I have respectfully lead my clan with nothing but good intentions and loyalty to not just them, but to all of you” he begins. Letting his words settle between the silence before continuing. ”As Twilightstrike mentioned, times are indeed changing. It is not like it once was when your physical forms walked the earth. I do not mean to offend but it is clear that I have. In my years of serving as Skyclan’s leader I have learned that it is simply not about what I want or even what Starclan might want. It’s about what my clan needs, I will not stand idly by while you threaten the foundation of my clan, of my family” he firmly states, his strong voice echoing throughout the arena. His piercing gaze flickering over every individual before settling on Slatestar and Falcontalon. A small smirk tugging on his lips as he adds, ”If it is a trail that you want. Then a trail you will get. It is not the first time I have faced discrimination from Starclan, but my faith will see me through”

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan|Something was amiss, the fiery Maine Coon Leader could feel his fur ruffle in unease as he silently strolls with his lovely mate. It had been several days since Roseglow, Bearchaser, Macawblaze, Scarletshimmer, and Cinderpeach left to investigate the constant whispers of souls unrested. Yet, there was something else that nagged at him, his body humming with unknown energy that had Firestar frowning, ‘It is like my body is trying to warn me of something’ the thought lingered in the back of his mind before refocusing on Auroraskies with a concerned look. He found himself worrying over his mate more and more now that she was pregnant with their sixth litter, they had discussed that their fifth one would be their last with how much a toll it had taken out of her, but this was a surprise indeed. Deciding that his mate needed to be watched at all times, he had taken it upon himself to be with her as much as possible, not wanting her to feel smothered or a burden.  Nuzzling into Auroraskies as he gives her a loving chaste kiss upon her forehead, “Everything is going to be alright my dear, Roseglow knows exactly what she is doing” he reassures in regards to the mission as well as caring for her pregnant mother. Suddenly Firestar feels a cold sensation wash over him, his body tensing forcing him to stop in his tracks. He felt a forceful tug in his chest, causing him to gasp for breath before having his spiritual self yanked from his physical body. The last thing Firestar sees is a pure worry in Auroraskies eyes before everything goes dark. Eyes rolling back as the large tom suddenly falls onto his side limp, one would first assume that he was dead if it weren’t for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.  A disoriented celestial Firestar slams into the ground, grunting as he blinks away the spots lining his vision before slowly tilting his head up. Eyes widening slightly as he is surrounded by many Starclan cats, few he recognized but rest unknown. It was like he was in a dome, trapped in the center with imposing figures purposely standing at higher altitudes to remind Firestar of his place. Irritation flares within the leader as he slowly rises to his full height, his bi-colored eyes flickering over each translucent figure before stopping upon those in front of him. “What is the meaning of this?!” Firestar boldly demands, his ears flickering in every direction at the hushed whispers from above, trying to decipher the meaning of his sudden summons. Crease forming between his brows at one word that stuck out from the rest, ‘A trail?’ That is why Firestar had been feeling uneasy all morning. 

Beakrose |Free Spirit of Thunderclan|‘This is all a mess…why did it have to end this way?’ Beakrose could not help but wonder as she sorrowfully stares lovingly at the two bundles of fur before her. It pained her that she would have to separate the two, as the two she-kits were basically identical in every way. Beak did not regret having them, as they meant more than anything to her, but she wished she had them under better circumstances. Even if she longed to be with Dayfall, she could not simply turn her back on caring for her beloved nephew, Bumble. He had wanted to stay with her while his parents and siblings left the clan after Thunderclan seemed on the brink of war. How could she abandon him when he needed her? It angered her that Day could not understand her reason when his was just the same! He wanted to remain in Windclan for his family, yet could not fathom why she would want to do the same? It had been the last straw for Beak as she grew tired of arguing with her once best friend and love of her life. She supposed it is what she gets for falling in love with someone in another clan. It had meant to be a clean break, that they would avoid one another as seeing eachother was too painful…that is until she found out she was pregnant. A dark selfish part of Beakrose wanted to keep them for herself, to hide them away and never tell him, but he did not deserve such treatment. He would be an amazing father, there was no way she could take that away from him. Even if they had their differences, she would never forget the pure love they had shared. Taking comfort in the presence of Spidermask and Shootingtail, her two best friends. Without them here, she was certain she would have already taken her two kits away from the border. Keeping her pineapple yellow eyes solely fixated on her two beloved kits, even when she could hear the faint paw steps of multiple felines approaching, even when she could smell the once comforting and intoxicating scent of Dayfall, she keeps her eyes casted downward. How could she not? When she knew that once she looks away from her kits and looks over the Windclan border everything will become reality. Sighing softly as she forces herself to glance over at Cactusblossom and Lynxtalon, seeing the hopeful gleam in their eyes at the thought of being able to raise a kit. It softened Beak’s aching heart to know that her daughter would certainly be loved by many. Biting her lip when her yellow eyes land on the large two toned ginger tom, who always managed to bring a smile to her or make her heart race. Now her heart lurched painfully as she could see the inner turmoil in him, as it was obvious it hurt him just as much as her. Quickly looking away, feeling her eyes burn as tears threatened to form. Swallowing thickly as she glances back at her two kits, Spidermask having moved his tail to reveal the two bundles. Beakrose had made the decision to bring both as she wanted Dayfall to be able to see their two daughters together for the last time. The silence was almost deafening around her, no one daring to utter a word as Beakrose stares softly at the two sleeping kits. A shuddering breath escapes her as she delicately picks up one by the scruff of her neck before placing the beautiful kit closer to Dayfall. Taking a few hesitant steps back, forcing herself to keep her distance as she silently watches Day unite with his daughter, it was a bittersweet moment. Refraining from growling at seeing Cactusblossom approach her kit, nuzzling her scent away. Biting down on her lip harshly as she turns quickly away and heads back over to her last remaining kit and her dear friends. Her body tense as she forces herself not to cry right now, not in front of everyone. She did not even notice when Spider and Shooting left to give her a moment until Day’s voice softly breaks the silence. “Her name is Barleykit” Beakrose softly replies as she gives her little bundle a loving smile before her attention turns fully to Dayfall. Tears brimming in her yellow eyes as she asks, “Do…do you know what you are going to name her?” She asked in return. As she too needed to know the name of the daughter she carried and gave birth to.

Bearpaw |Strong-Willed Soldier of Skyclan|Turning his marigold gaze away from the pretty barn cat down below, allowing himself to glance over at his brother. Silently studying the way the lovestruck fool stared longingly at the calico. Macaw was certainly in a tough position, being a clan cat falling for an outsider was certainly frowned upon. Especially when you are the one of many sons of a leader. Bearpaw could certainly see why Macawpaw had sworn him into secrecy and as to why the oaf had been acting particularly suspicious as of late. Quirking a brow in amusement as he watches his slightly older littermate fumble over his words. “Subtle is most certainly not your strong suit. She most certainly knows that you like her then” he concludes with a teasing smirk at Macawpaw. “I am sure she feels the same way as you do, especially if she still puts up with you. Starclan only knows why. I am obligated simply because I am stuck sharing the same genetics as you” Bear teases with a half grin on his sharp features. Though, his amusement quickly dissipates when Macaw suddenly brings up Hibiscuspaw, his crush. Sighing through his nose as he looks away from his brother. “Just because I have a small crush on her does not mean I am going to act on it” he quickly clarifies. Yes, he found her intriguing and longed to get to know the peculiar molly more. Bearpaw was set on focusing on his training, to becoming an outstanding warrior, which meant he did not need any distractions as of now. Plus, Bearpaw had never been the best or most forthcoming with his emotions, often making others perceive the apprentice as indifferent. Brushing off his thoughts as he eyes Macawpaw in the corner of his eyes. Humming in agreement with his words, “Yes…best not to tell father as of now. I know he won’t be pleased but know that mom will certainly have your back” Bearpaw softly said, needing to reassure Macawpaw. “After all she does always say: ‘Love is Love, you cannot help who you fall for’”.

Scorpionthroat |Blunt Sword of Shadowclan|Deep thoughtless sleep clung onto Scorpionthroat tightly, the tired warrior welcomed the dreamless sleep as nights of continuous night terrors had often plagued him as of late. The titanium tabby tom knew his restlessness was due to the fear and worry that something could happen to his beloved mate, Waspsight. The fact that the high ranks seemed to be dying unexpectedly left and right had Scorpion rightfully worried and cautious. He knew everyone was grieving but it was quite obvious to Scorp that his husband was taking it harder than most. More than a few times the warrior had caught his mate staring off into space or muttering Juncostar’s and Mercuryrose’s names under his breath as if pleading for them to appear before him. It made the usual blunt and abrasive tomcat’s heart clench as he knew that Waspsight longed to see their spirits one last time. A soft sigh escapes him as he burrows his nose more In between his paws, hating when his nose got cold while sleeping. Just when he goes to fall back into a deep slumber does he hear the soft calming voice of Waspsight, trying to urge him awake. Groaning as he refuses to wake up, instead he blindly reaches a paw out, wrapping around Wasp’s small waist, dragging the smaller male closer. Laying his head in the crook of Wasp’s neck as he mutters, “Let’s go back to sleep. No one will know” he grumbles stubbornly. Who needed medical attention at this time in a morning? Those who did could bugger off until he said so. Sadly, his more stubborn mate would not allow him to fall back into peaceful slumber. Ears twitching at Wasp’s soothing whisper as the smaller calico coaxes him awake. Huffing to himself as he slowly moves his head away from the warmth of Wasp’s neck. Blinking his honey crimson eyes sleepily up at the wide awake Waspsight. “You are lucky you are cute” Scorp says, his voice gruff from sleep still clinging to him. “Good morning” he quietly purrs as he nuzzles his husband affectionately, he always wanted to make sure to greet his mate adoringly every morning. “Best sleep I have had in a while” he honestly replies as he reluctantly allows Wasp to wiggle his way out of his grasp to continue his morning routine. “Seems like you slept well yourself” he observes as his more alert gaze follows the smaller form of Wasp as the medicine cat waltz back and forth around the den, busying himself. Grunting to himself as he rises into a sitting position, clicking his tongue against the roof of his tongue at seeing his silver fur sticking up in odd angles. After a few moments of peaceful silence between the two as Scorp begins to groom himself does Waspsight break the silence. Now, he had sensed there was something on his husbands mind, as it did not slip his notice that Wasp had called him ‘Scorpion’ when waking him and not ‘Scorp’ as he was use to. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for Waspsight’s sudden declaration, the surprise shocks Scorpion to the point he chokes on his own spit. Pausing in his grooming as his crimson honey eyes widen and shoot up to share at the nervous face of his mate. Body stilling as he processes what Wasp was asking, his breath hitching as he intently studied the calico tom, searching his beautiful heterochromia eyes to see if he was indeed serious. Seeing no playfulness in his gaze causes a small smile to form on Scorpion’s lips. “I…uh I mean are you sure? I know we talked about eventually starting a family when you gained an apprentice” he stutters adorably before clearing his throat. “Of course I would love to start a family with you” he finally answers as he makes his way over to his nervous mate. “If you are ready then so am I” he reassures even though deep down he was still terrified that he wouldn’t be a good father.

Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan| It was one of those rare moments that Firestar found himself alone, having taken a break from his leadership duties to clear his mind. The large Maine Coon wanted to enjoy the few moments to himself before going to find his mate, Auroraskies, he was worried about her as she was pregnant once more with their sixth litter. The couple had not expected to have so many kits, but he could not help but be thrilled at the thought of his large family growing even more. Though, their last litter had taken a toll on Aurora as the four boys had certainly been bigger than expected, taking after their father in size. Firestar had made sure one of his older kits were around Aurora to keep an watchful eye on her without smothering her, as he did not want to feel the wrath of his pregnant mate. Frowning as he catches the faint scent of an intruder in his territory, a small sigh escapes his lips as he could not understand the stupidity of others to trek into territory that was clearly claimed. 'It has been a while since i have been able to deal with such matters myself' he inwardly muses as his emerald and ember bi-colored eyes harden as he stalks towards the scent. His maw parting as he takes in the unknown trail unfurling before him. Lighting his paw steps, being mindful of the foliage as he did not want to give away his position. Hunching his large bulky frame within the tree line as his sharp gaze intently narrows on Hephaestion. Remaining hidden as the leader decides to observe the oblivious feline, to figure out the ulterior motive of the rogue or loner. Firestar tilts his head slightly in exasperation as the large white and ginger tom seemed completely lost. Shaking his head at the clueless tom, deciding to end the tom's suffering as the large fiery Maine Coon emerges silently from the shadows. His sharp features remaining stoic as he stands tall, purposely stepping on a twig to make his presence known. "I would hope you have a great excuse as to why you are tresspassing onto my territory. I do not take kindly to having foolish rogues trotting loudly through my clan" Firestar cooly states as he gives Hephaestion an unimpressed look. "It would be wise of you to turn back where you came. " he warns, though the large tom did not pose a threat, one can never be too sure anymore. 'He might just be smart enough to play dumb'.

Chanterellefrost |The Unbroken of Thunderclan| Chant could not help but narrow her eyes at him calling her a ‘hot momma’ she did not know how to take it as it sounded like a compliment but most likely an insult coming from him. Huffing under her breath as she brushes off his boyish grin, his half-assed charm would not work on her. Silently watching the rogue as he glances around, she could not help but notice the look of familiarity glaze over his eyes. Now that sparked curiosity within her, was he from a clan? Is that why he is so uncomfortable being here? It would seem that her brief assumption had been correct as moments later he confirms it. Brows furrowing as she studies Silas more closely, why would he leave the clan? His family?  Ignoring the fact he rolled his eyes in exasperation at her confusion, ‘Well he should be less cryptic and just spill it out’ Chant thought to herself before focusing on the reddish brown tom with interest. Her icy blue eyes widening at the new information, he had been born here? Left when he was an apprentice…she vaguely remembered the story as it was tragic news at the time to have an apprentice perish. ‘Pikepaw…hmm the name certainly was fitting’ she muses with amusement twinkling in her eyes before realizing that if he hadn’t died like many believed, he had faked his death. Frowning at the thought that Silas had been so miserable in his early life that he gladly faked his death, leaving his parents to grieve without closure.  No matter how much Chanterelle wanted to judge this rogue, she could not as she too remembered how miserable she had been with her family. If it hadn’t been for her brother and her dear friend, Hawk, she feared she would have done something drastic as well. Biting her lower lip as she remains silent, for some reason Silas was revealing his past to her, even if she did not like him, she would lend her ear. Sighing as she regards the tom, “I am sorry to hear about your mother’s passing. That neither of you got to say goodbye, have you talked to your father? Does he know that you are alive…and here?” She delicately asks, not wanting to overstep in her curiosity.  Though her curiosity dwindles as he asks about her story, did she really seem like a molly carrying a lot of baggage? Tensing up as Silas brings up the gossip he had been hearing, that Jaguarkit was Hawkstar’s son. Even if it would have made her life easier to pretend that Jaguar was his, she could never do that to his real father. Shaking her cherry brown cranium as she forces out a weak laugh, deciding not to lie to the stranger as her icy cyan and turquoise blue eyes soften just a little. “If only it were not simple. That pain in ass that runs this place use to be my mate…but not anymore” she sighs out. Lips twitching in mild amusement, “Hmm I suppose I am a momma carrying a lot of baggage. Best you steer clear of me” Chant warns, though her once biting tone held less of a bite and more of a teasing edge.

Yor |Unexpected Assassin| Tilting her cranium to the side at the sound of Loid’s smooth and calm voice, it was very pleasant to the ears. Flicking her striped black, white, and crimson red fluffy tail side to side in a sweet bashful manner. “Hello, I hope you two are having a great evening” she politely states as she watches the father and daughter. Her golden eyes softening as she could not help but long to feel the connections one feels toward a husband and child. Yor also knew that such thoughts were a delusional fantasy, her job hardly permitted in her settling down and starting a family. Yet, she hated the curious looks from her co-workers about why she had yet to find a husband, not to mention how worried her brother; Yuri was about her well being.  It was starting to worn on the Molly, keeping up appearances in order to hide her true occupation. If only she had a cover story that was believable enough to fool her brother, a lot of weight would be lifted off of her shoulders. Subconsciously her attention drifts back to Loid, studying him, he seemed kind and cared for his daughter. He was the ideal husband in Yor’s eyes, sighing softly to herself as she was getting lost in her thoughts again. Yor wished she could find a tom that would put her brother at ease, one that wouldn’t ask questions on her whereabouts, but where would she find someone like that? Snapping out of her thoughts as her golden eyes are torn away from Loid to glance down at Anya. A surprised look graced her soft features as the rose golden and black kitten bumps into her.  Relaxing her tense form as she smiles warmly at the clumsy kitten, the cute she-kitten just wanted to show her father how her pelt turned out. So adorable! Lips parting in silent shock as she takes in Anya’s words, her ears flicking back in sadness. Such a poor young thing to lose her mother at such a crucial stage of life. Frowning as she glances over at Loid, her pale eyes misting over as she could only imagine what he has gone through to lose a mate and raise a kit on his own. That took strength and courage. “I am so sorry for your loss! I can only imagine such loss” Yor sighs, in a way she did as her parents had died when she was young, leaving her to care for her brother Yuri. Leading her to becoming the skilled and deadly assassin she is today.  Biting her lower lip as he mentions that his dying mate wanted him to take his daughter somewhere where she could be safe and thrive. Her interest piqued even more as he mentions that he had found the perfect place within the forest. Was he talking about the clans? She had heard plenty about the wild cats of the forest. “Oh? Are you talking about joining a clan? I have heard that usually the mothers care for the young until they reach a certain age” Yor adds with a sad smile. All he wanted for his daughter was her to grow up happy, but how could he accomplish that on his own? Her gaze flickering between the two as an idea begins to form. What if she tagged along! Helped him raise his daughter? It would provide the perfect cover to continue her job and keep her brother satisfied. “What if…I came with you? Help you with your daughter as you both adjust to the clan life?” Yor suddenly suggestions. Her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing under her white furred cheeks, “I don’t mean to oppose or force myself upon your journey! I just thought it would be nice to have a fresh start as well!” She tries to defend herself, her voice wavering from nerves as she risks a glance at Loid.

Iris |The Siren| She hated that he did not take either of them seriously, they had just wanted to make a home for themselves and instead they were being mocked and ridiculed for how they were brought up. It is not like Iris had chosen the life she lived, but she could now! And no arrogant toerag was going to tell her what she could and could not do! Not anymore! Pursing her lips as she glanced over at her dear friend, Duchess. The feisty Persian molly was not going to back down to Edgefrost either.  Though, Iris could not help but wonder what did he have to gain from this? Was this merely just a game for him? Entertainment? Duchess surely seemed to think so and was not afraid to call him out on it. Iris was not so sure, as the few minutes she had been alone with him, she could tell that he would not give anyone the time of day unless there was a hidden meaning.  It was as if Edge could read her mind, his dark green eyes locking with her blue ones once more. Brows furrowing as she takes in his words on not letting the past define your future, begrudgingly his words made sense. If they wanted a fresh start, they needed to show him that they had some potential to become more than what they use to be. Clenching her jaw as her azure and Egyptian blue eyes narrow in determination, she could not back down now, she needed to prove to herself that she was more than just a kitty pet. She was not familiar with fighting, with using her claws to defend herself, but she was willing to learn as she goes in order to make a better life for herself. Iris had not expected to be able to take down the mountain of a tom such as Edgefrost, she just needed to figure out a way to trick him.  First, she needed to observe just how a warrior fights. Running straight towards him, her eyes narrowed in determination, grunting in surprise when he easily sidesteps her, his large paw smacking between her shoulder blades. Gasping in pain as he pins her to the ground with ease. Scowling at his taunting words, even though she was not familiar with the clan terms, she could tell that having an apprentice being able to do better than her meant she was more or less a kit. Squirming, trying to get the big oaf off of her, it was not until Duchess slammed into Edge, knocking him off balance that she was able to hop to her feet. Shaking her cobalt and Carolina blue striped pelt before her attention turns to Duchess as she demands for Iris to make her move.  If it were any other situation, Iris would have laughed at the absurdity of the position Duchess was in, if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation. Clenching her jaw as she used all her strength and determination as she leaps over Edgefrost, hooking her foreclaws into his shoulders, using her momentum and gravity to her advantage to bring Edgefrost down with her. Luckily Duchess had thrown him off balance and was able to let go of him beforehand. Getting the air knocked out of her lungs as she slams into the ground with Edge falling beside her. Taking in a sharp breath, ignoring the stinging pain as she struggles to her paws. Not wasting another moment before grabbing the mice, panting as she stares down at a bewildered Edgefrost.  Tossing the mice towards Duchess before huffing out, “I believe we had a deal?” Iris breathlessly says with an arched brow. It was a mediocre win at best but she would take it for now.

Widowsting |The Sharp-Tongue of Shadowclan| At this point, Widow had tuned out the spitfire ginger kitten, knowing that Zinnia thought she was old enough to take care of herself and her brother. No point in trying to argue with a kit, she would learn sooner or later that she was not as big and tough as she perceived herself. Right now it was taking everything within her not to claw at Silverscreech, just seeing the silver tabby left a sour taste in her mouth. Why couldn’t she just enjoy a peaceful stroll on her own? All Widowsting wanted was to drown out her sorrows, not having them boil over the surface. Her paper thin ears twitching at the faint gasps of surprise from the two small kits, but her fiery gaze remained level with Silver. The petite charcoal diluted tabby sighs softly to herself, maybe she should just return home, save both of them the trouble.  Yet, she remains where she was standing, tilting her head as a flicker of satisfaction gleams in her eyes at spotting the frustration and anger briefly in Silverscreech’s facial features. It would seem that her words did have an effect on the older molly after all, how fun! From what she remembered of her mother, she certainly got her temper from her. Widow found it amusing that Silver was trying to reel in her emotions, when Widow could easily tell that she was struggling. Biting her inner cheek as she forces her sharp features to remain cold and neutral, she did not need nor want to hear excuses from Silver’s mouth. It made no difference now, her mother was right about one thing—what was done was done. No way to change the past now. Though the past is always close behind, sneaking up on you when you least expect it. One can never run from the past but accept it. Which Widowsting was having a hard time doing.  “Improving yourself?” Widow coldly laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. “You mean running away from your problems and starting anew” She corrects. Her autumn orange eyes flicker down towards Zinnia and Torrent, it would seem that she was an older sister. Even though she knew she was being unreasonable and illogical, Widow could not help but feel slight resentment towards the two kits. They got to experience having a mother, having a mother figure to fret and dolt over them. While all she experienced or remembered was her mother walking away twice. Huffing through her nose as she forced herself to look away from the two kittens as she blankly stares at Silver while the older molly started trying to explain her reasoning. It was like Silver was trying too hard to push her words onto Widow.  This time, Widow could not hold back a snarl as she bared her fangs at Silverscreech. “I do not need your pathetic excuses! You were not the only one hurting! It is not all about you! Everyone has hard and shitty lives but they push through, especially if they have family. You only cared for yourself back then, I am sorry you had a hard upbringing…but that is not an excuse to abandon your kits” Widow’s voice held the pain and resentment she felt. Closing her eyes briefly, taking a deep calming breath as she needed to subdue her temper, there were kits around that did not need to witness her fury. Shaking her head as she turns away from Silverscreech, her gaze staring off into the dark forest. “I do not want to argue with you. I have accepted long ago that you were not fit nor ready to become a mother. I had been naive once to allow you back into my life but as soon as life got hard…you ran” her tail flicks side to side as she distracts herself.  “Dewbristle left the clan after receiving her warrior name. Yet, she still comes around to check in on her siblings, nieces and nephews. I know you were hurting when dad died, but you were not the only one feeling the loss. We lost our father and our mother at the same time” Widow bitterly states. “You left with hardly any explanation, what did you expect? Me to greet you with open arms? You took the easy way out. Time for you to reap what you sowed, own up to what you did, stop making excuses” she hissed out. Even though Widowsting was dealing with the loss of one of her mates, she had kits and Mintstrike to think about, she was hurting but she still had a lot to fight for.  Smiling bitterly down at her little half-siblings, “Wish we could have met under better circumstances” she hums out before eyeing Torrent. “Keep your sister in check” she teases before smirking at the spitfire ginger kit. Turning completely away from the three as she begins to pad away. Stopping a few feet away as she looks over at her mother, “You better do right by those two, they deserve to have a mother. I am sure you know your way out, better leave before a patrol finds out.” Widow dismisses Silverscreech with a sharp sting to her voice.

Widowsting |The Sharp-Tongue of Shadowclan| Arching a brow as she gives the two young kits a disapproving motherly look, one she would give her young kits if she caught them sneaking about the territory late at night with no supervision. Widowsting did not have the time nor patience to handle someone else’s problem when the molly was already going through so much already. Her pale autumn orange eyes flicker over to Torrent, noticing him trying to hide his amusement at his sister getting scolded. Sighing through her nose at Zinnia’s defiant response, her eyes narrowing down at the ill mannered kit. “No one did, but I gave it to you anyways, deal with it” Widow snips. One would think that motherhood would have softened her usual sharp-tonged persona, yet if anything it made her tempered.  Hormones are a bitch. Watching Torrent cover his sister’s mouth, causes her lips to twitch slightly in amusement, especially at the angered look Zinnia shot towards her brother. “Hmm count yourself lucky that your brother is here to keep that mouth of yours in check. He is your only saving grace. Don’t think I will feel guilty for leaving you to defend yourself if you think you are so big and tough” Widowsting warns, she hated how much of herself she saw in the little ginger she-kit.  Pausing as she looks over at the two kits over her shoulder as they begin to interrogate her. It would seem the two had been searching for a clan, a clan that their mother had been from. Brows furrowing in curiosity as she wondered who their parents were, opening her mouth to question them further when she was rudely interrupted.  Scowling as her attention sharply turns toward the new intruder. Her fur ruffling as she prepared to attack as she hardly recognized the scent. Yet, she finds herself frozen in place as her gaze lands upon a figure she had never expected to see again. Her breath hitching in the back of her throat, standing a few feet away was… her mother. If she could even be called that, she hadn’t seen the she-cat for nearly 3 years. Widow could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, no words or sounds escaped her as she silently watched Silverscreech. It was as if she was a ghost, an invisible bystander as the worried mother frets over her kits. Widow could hear the genuine concern and relief in Silver’s quivering voice as she reprimanded the two troublemakers. The more Widowsting watched the spectacle before her, the more the shock wore off and in its place anger and resentment began to surface.  Years of suppressing her hurt, anger, loathing, and frustration was boiling within her now. Those negative emotions had always been there, but festered deep inside to the point she had hardly recognized those emotions until now. How dare she? Abandoning her and her siblings, only to have started a new life and with a new family at that. Keeping a stoic expression on her sharp features, relaxing her tense posture as she silently regards the silver and white tabby molly. Though she could not hide the burning rage in her eyes, they glowed a fiery hue, it was as if her gaze could set Silverscreech ablaze. Her long tail lashing side to side behind her when she heard Silver’s soft hesitant voice utter her name. Widow certainly noted that Silver trailed off when saying her name, the older Molly realizing that she did not know Widow’s full name.  Pursing her lips as she had half the mind to just walk away. Why waste a single breath on her? Yet, her emotions outweighed her rational judgment. “It is Widowsting now…though you would not know that now would you?” She mocks; her voice dripping with venom. “I am shocked you could recognize your own daughter. Been what? 3 years since you abandoned your family?” Widow seethes. The small charcoal diluted tabby wanted her words to burn, to fester deep into Silverscreech, she wanted the poison to eat and claw at the silver and white molly. Widow had no problem with being the bad guy.

Bearchaser |Strong-willed Soldier of Skyclan| Bearchaser could sense his older sister’s unease as they set out on their journey. None of them knew what dangers and challenges laid ahead, but Bearchaser knew one thing, he would help protect everyone within the patrol. He would make Roseglow see her worth and why she was needed for such a trying task. Casting a side-eye glance with his brother, Macawblaze, silently communicating with him to keep an eye on their leader and medicine cat for the duration of their mission. His dark pecan, umber brown, and white pelt hackled with unease at the groans and moans of pained and tortured whispers. Something in the foggy surroundings were not at rest and they were making it known.  Taking a brief glance over his broad shoulder to eye his other older sister, Scarletshimmer and fellow clan mate; Cinderpeach that were bringing up the rear. Bear wanted to make sure that everyone remained accounted for. Picking up his pace to walk beside Roseglow, pursing his lips as he could feel the temperature drop around them. The cold seeping to his bones, making every step feel as if he was ankles deep in thick mud or even quick sand. Heeding Rose’s words, pausing just at the edge of their territory. His tufted ears twitching as he takes in the eerie sounds around him.  “Then it would seem that we are in the right area. Don’t you agree?” Bearchaser muses with a soft sigh. His fluffy tail flicking back and forth, his marigold gaze locked on what lays ahead. Nudging Roseglow in reassurance, “Don’t worry. We knew the possibilities of what could be awaiting for us. We are all in this together now. No turning back” Bear mutters with a small smile. He would never admit to anyone but the voices tried to plague his mind with thoughts and feelings of failure. That he would not be able to protect everyone in the company, that he would be the reason and cause of their demise. Clenching his jaw, his golden gaze hardening as he forces such images and thoughts from his troubled mind.  Pretending he had not just been having a mental battle with himself, he turns to his siblings and Cinderpeach. Biting his inner cheek at Roseglow’s suggestion, she had a point that maybe they should do some hunting before continuing. “It might not be such a bad idea…as I have a feeling we do not want to stray when we step paw inside” the young warrior mutters mostly to himself. Bearchaser could not shake the feeling that if they dared glanced back once they crossed the threshold, one would possibly lose oneself indefinitely.

Polarlights |The Eccentric of Thunderclan| A startled-like light laugh escapes her at his grumbled words, “Are you suggesting I do not have thoughts?” Polarlights jokes as she pauses before him. Her usual crystal blue and turquoise eyes appeared more indigo as she looks up at her taller friend. “I suppose I should have known I can’t get anything past you” Polar sighs to herself. Ever since she basically ran into him when she was a young apprentice, an unexpected friendship formed. One that Eagletalon had recently accepted, and Polar, a wallflower was more than thrilled to have a friend. Even if the brown bengal tom was temperamental, it did not bother her in the slightest.  The silvery white and pale cinnamon molly could tell that Eagle enjoyed her company, even if he would never admit it. Her usual dreamy smile on her lips as she listens to Eagletalon. Polar was silently thankful that her ever growing crush was fading slowly, she had realized a little over a moon ago that her childish fantasies and crush on her dear friend was unreachable and needed to face reality. Eagletalon would only ever view her as a friend, so a friend she shall remain. She could not and did not want to lose her friendship over something childish. Arching a curious brow at his plan, or lack of. “Eagle, my dear friend. I adore your need to always do something for the clan…but what is your plan exactly? One that does not involve in me explaining to your father as to how or why his son got snatched by twolegs?” Polar questions with pursed lips.  Polar adored the brown rosette tom, but Starclan could he let his need to prove himself cloud common sense. While she preferred to daydream about such actions and adventure, Eagletalon always seemed to seek it out. “Should have known you were up to no good when I spotted you sneaking out” she adds with exasperated sigh, though she could not hide the small smile of endearment from showing. “I suppose I shall tag along, being the good friend I am, cannot let you cause mayhem on your own” Polarlights teases with a playful nudge to Eagle’s side. Polar secretly hated that she always found herself caving to Eagletalon, just one look from him always made her feel seen and important. A dangerous feeling to have indeed, but that’s what friends are for, right?

Bearpaw |Strong-willed Soldier of Skyclan| Bearpaw’s curiosity was certainly piqued when his brother begged for him not to mention a word to their father and leader, Firestar. Arching a brow as he silently stares at his brother, debating with himself but ultimately agreed to keep the new knowledge to himself. Nodding slowly as he keeps eye contact with his anxious older brother. “You have my word, Macaw. I will not tell father or mother what you tell me. It will stay between us if you wish.” Bear reassured. Scooting closer to his brother, a small smile twitching on his lips when Macaw lightheartedly bumps his shoulder against his. “You are the definition of trouble and I am honestly surprised and maybe a little impressed that you are still all in one piece” Bear scoffs.  “Though I suppose you are only alive because of my meddling” the tall two toned brown Maine Coon teases before hitting his brother with his fluffy tail. Rolling his eyes, not hiding the fact, as Macawpaw once again asks for reassurance that Bearpaw would not say anything. “You bird brain, my lips are sealed. Now what is it that you are going to tell me?” He questions, his marigold eyes narrowing slightly as he notices Macawpaw’s carefree attitude shift into a more serious tone. Rising easily to his paws as he follows after the red golden tabby Maine Coon. Tuft ears swirling in every direction as he takes in the sounds around him as they trek through the worn out path, his paws pressing into the earth leaving large paw prints behind.  Confusion flickering in his golden eyes taking a tentative step back as Macaw moves foliage away. Blinking rapidly as the bright sunlight shines in his eyes, taking a moment to adjust before moving next to his brother. Side eying Macaw before turning his attention to a barn, arching a brow as he studied the area before his attention lands on the molly just when his brother points her out. Ahhhh. Now he understood the secret that needed to remain unspoken. It would seem that his troublesome brother was lovestruck but it was a loner. Taking a deep breath as he looks at his brother, the happiness in Macaw’s eyes and smile could not be missed. “Hmmm I suppose she is beautiful” he slowly replied, she indeed was beautiful but not his type.  “So I can see that you must be on a first name basis…does she harbor the same feelings as you?” Bear wonders before a snort like laughter escapes his throat. “She may be able to beat a bird brain like you in a fight. But I believe I have a fair chance in beating her” he jokes before allowing the silence to surround the two toms. Biting his lower lip as he decides to reveal a small secret in return. “You know…you are not the only one that is crushing on someone” Bear awkwardly admits. His ears pinning against his cranium as he clears his throat. “You know Hibiscuspaw? Her and her parents joined the clan when we were 4 moons old? I honestly don’t know what I see in her…she is so odd and naive and borderline idiotic but just something about her…not that I would ever tell her” he grunts out.  “There. A secret for a secret.”

Widowsting |The Sharp-Tongue of Shadowclan| “I could say the same about you two” a lithe molly slips out of the foliage, her piercing gaze flickering back and forth between the two kits before her. It was obvious that these two stranglers were not of Shadowclan, their scent and mannerisms gave clue that they had to be loners. What mother would leave their kits unattended? The charcoal diluted tabby molly sighs to herself as she was not sure what to do with the two kits before her. Frowning at the ginger she-kit, she could tell that she was the oldest and one calling the shots. “You should have listened to your brother, wandering around is not safe.” Widowsting chastises.  Widows had wanted to just enjoy a simple evening stroll before returning to the nursery to tend to her three kits. Her heart aching at the thought that Mercuryrose would not be waiting for her there. It was just her and Mintstrike now. There was a permanent hole in her heart, she would never be whole again. Brows furrowing as she could detect a certain scent clinging on to the two small kits but could not tell where she had smelled the scent before.  Sighing to herself as she regards the two before her, “Now lead the way back. Wouldn’t want to have to take you two as prisoners for trespassing. I will escort you back to make sure you do not stray” Widowsting grunts out, nodding her cranium in the direction she saw the two kits come from. She hoped her little white lie would scare the two from wandering on their own ever again.