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Title: After the next Gathering
Stealthily she scooped up her two young kits by the scruff and slipped out of the Nursery. She stopped. The camp was noiseless, and the birds were asleep as well. Her kits squirmed but did not awaken. With careful paw steps, Fernshade crept outside of camp and headed south.
The she-cat listened to the sound of the stream roaring. She was at the end of the boundary between DawnClan and StreamClan. The cold air brushed through her fur, but she had curled around her kits and was more determined to keep them warm rather than herself. A twig cracked, and Fernshade looked up urgently.
"It's just me." A tom meowed, and a red-brown warrior came out from hiding. "Redfern..." Fernshade mewed quietly, and rose to her paws. The river's roars almost drowned all the noise. "Are you sure you want to do this? They won't remember you." Redfern meowed loudly. Fernshade nodded at the StreamClan warrior. "Yes." She said firmly. Her heart said no.
They'll be safer here. They won't starve. They won't die. Fernshade padded into the shallow part of the river, her paws wetting. So did Redfern. Echokit squirmed, but Fernshade comfortingly licked her younger kit's head once the kit was in Redfern's grasp. "Goodbye, my young ones. You'll be safe in StreamClan." She mewled softly.
Redfern looked up. "What about their names? Wouldn't those be a dead giveaway?" The StreamClan warrior meowed. "Call Echokit Maplekit from now on, and Thornkit... call him Dustkit." Fernshade replied. "Very well. Farewell, younger sister." Redfern's tail wavered. "Farewell." Fernshade padded away.
A ginger paw prodded Fernshade's flank, and she turned to see Gingerleaf. "Fernshade, will you help me train my apprentice for battle?" The she-cat asked. Fernshade nodded, and padded out of camp and to the Training Barren with Gingerleaf.
Storm nodded. "I will go and gather them, and tell them about it, many thanks." He padded out of the ned and plodded over to NightShade, she was playing with the kits who lost their mother during kitting. "Nightshade, you've been requested to keep watch on my Hunting assessment." He started.
Nightshade rolled onto her stomach. "Very well."
Fernshade padded back into camp, a slight scratch on her flank. It was nothing serious. Gingerleaf and her apprentice, Stillpaw, followed behind her. Stillpaw was a peaceful young she-cat with black fur and light blue eyes, whom hoped to have the name Stillwind when she was a warrior. She looked with admiration towards Storm, who was only a moon older then her--she was eleven moons and about to become a warrior. "You did well fighting." Fernshade commented to the apprentice before padding off towards Nightshade.
"Hello, Nightshade." She greeted, her tail flicking smoothly. The young kits of their deceased queen looked up at her. "Where's Thornkit and Echokit?" They asked eagerly, bouncing around. "They should be in the Nursery sleeping." Fernshade lied, for it was such a nice day that no cat had stayed in their dens since dawn, except for their one stubborn elder. She then turned to Storm, her eyes slightly narrowed. She had a disliking towards him ever since he joined DawnClan, but it was not because he was formerly a kittypet. "I see you're having your Hunting Assessment." She said rather icily.
NightShade padded off to the Warriors den. "WildGaze.." She said softly, prodding him with one of her forepaws. "What..?" He replied groaning, and started to stretch. "Your apprentice is going for his assessment, his hunting one. You need to come with me and FernShade to assess him." She replied. "Very well." He said slowly, prowling out of the den in front of NightShade.
"Okay, then it's the Branch Grass. That should be a good challenge." Wildgaze meowed, as he was confident on challenges. The Branch Grass was a territory that was scattered in leaves and branches, and because of this reason it was almost bare of Hunting Patrols at all times. The prey there was mostly full of squirrels and birds--the most observant ones with the best hearing, and only some of the most skilled cats were able to strode the grounds of the Branch Grass without snapping a twig. Fernshade nodded. "Then let's go."