[H1][color=f7976a]Warmpaw[/color][/h1]

Warmpaw looked up at the stars. Light had started bleeding into the night sky, causing their silent twinkle to dim, then fade all together. He had always had trouble sleeping, but tonight was worse than usual. Not even poppy seeds could defend him from his nightmares. The stars were great company, though. He could talk to them and they would simply listen. No judgment, or criticism. Still, he longed for a night of complete slumber. The warriors would be waking soon, he could get another hour of sleep if he tried. What would be the point? It was always worse to go back. The faces, the blood, the horror, it was all worse.

The young tom arrived at Cliffclan as just a kit. Warmpaw had been surprised when the medicine cat told him he was to be their apprentice. Soon, though, he learned he had the mind and sense of smell for herbs. He could scent an infectious wound from thirty feet away and he knew all the right herbs to heal it. In two short moons, he had really learned a lot. He was proud of himself. For once.

Warmpaw really wanted to just tell everyone about himself. Let it all be known. He feared what would happen, though. Would they throw him out? He did cause the death of his entire family. No. No one would ever know. They couldn't. Especially Shadowpaw.

[H1][color=aba000]Amberstar[/color][/h1]

Amberstar looked over her clan as the day started. Her face was a mask of thought. In her sleep, Starclan had sent her a vision. One that would help her choose her deputy. While the sign was very clear, she didn't think everyone would agree. The one chosen by her ancestors was brash, but appeared to be very loyal. The cat wasn't part of the original clan. Still, there was no denying Those of the Stars.

Pulled away from herself by a voice, she watched as Brimpelt moved about the clan. He had taken to inspecting the camp every morning. She very deeply appreciated his assistance. He would make a great deputy and everyone would support him, but it was not to be. She felt for the tom, he worked hard to keep the clan safe. He deserved to be deputy, but Starclan had its own ideas.

The vision was of a rushing river. No other sounds but of the crash and roar of water. Amberstar waited until everyone had returned to camp and called out, [color=aba000]"Come everyone, Starclan has sent me a sign. It is time for you to meet your new deputy!"[/color]

[H1][color=c4df9b]Briarthorn[/color][/h1]

Briarthorn watched Jaggedstar slink out of his den. The tom didn't even look at him. After all he had done for the clan, all the orders he had passed out, this was how he was treated. Distrust and aggression. He rolled his eyes and sat exactly where he was. No point to move if he leader won't even make a simple greeting. It was the same spot he sat in every morning as he awaited orders. Every cat could see him, he could see everyone.

Today he would be meeting with Raggedpelt. Briarthorn loathed to tell him that Yarrowkit was not going to be apprenticed to him. The she-kit was getting stronger by doing his tricks. Couldn't Jaggedstar see that all he wanted was to make the clan strong? The cat didn't trust any one. Yarrowkit would need to be strong to survive whatever onslaught Jaggedstar had planned for her.

[H1][color=1a7b30]Leafshade[/color][/h1]

[color=1a7b30]"Ugh...! Agh!"[/color] A she-cat in the queens den of Oakclan tossed and turned in her nest. There was just no getting comfortable! That was how she knew it was nearing time to give birth. With a huff, Leafshade lifted herself up and waddled out of the den. Her sides bulged, heavy with her pregnancy. It was just after dawn and time for a quick snack. The fresh kill pile was a short distance from the den, but the effort of moving left her winded. Once she reached the food, she sat and panted. Maybe she would have Mudpool bring her food next time.

Leafshade found a small vole and munched on it. She took her time eating, since the others were just starting to wake. She would need to talk to Frostwhisker about staying nearby. It was.. It was..

Leafshade let out a yowl and ran into the den, leaving a half eaten vole behind.
It was time!