[ Alright. Tried my best to keep up. Sorry if this seems rushed. And here you have it: TA-DA! ]

Mottledface had glanced at Mossflower, her deputy, as her kittens were around her. A pang of guilt hit her as she gave a soft smile. She admired her friend so very much. Although Mottledface had always wanted to have a family, she knew that she had to work on her job for the sake of the Clan. Deep admiration for her deputy having a bigger family – there was no way she would ever demote her. Not until she died. Noticing her Clan and the others milling around, she closed her eyes.

As Verminsoul spoke to her, she could feel her blood pulsing quickly. She wasn't too good with cats of the other Clans who weren't leaders or held a high position. Hearing the gossip about this cat's background made her scoot a bit away from him on the wet rock. “Of course,” she said with a dry tone in her mouth. Although she despised cats with such disloyal pasts, she had to keep her composure in front of the crowd. Grateful eyes moved back down at Mossflower, blinking a thank you at the she-cat for standing beside her. “I doubt StarClan would approve of such an act, Verminsoul,” she said rather sourly, and even held back from calling him Verminpaw. She still carried a terrible bias.

Keeping calm even when Rainstar appeared, Mottledface's eyes grew wide as Hawkstar was shown. Feeling the easygoing feeling that her leader had always given her, she felt the security once again. “I am ready.” It almost sounded like she was declaring that she was ready to go to StarClan, but there were things to be done before that.

Tigerpaw's eyes stared over at Mousepaw, shrugging his shoulder. “I don't know Mousepaw,” he said. So much stuff had happened recently – he learned so many new things; some he wanted to learn and some he did not. Glancing back up a moment later, the dark blue tabby tom knew the voice that spoke to him. Faking a smile, he greeted her as well: “Hello Smolderingpaw!” Although he wasn't as happy as he seemed, he didn't want to worry them or have them notice something was wrong. Something had been on his mind lately and he was just trying his best to avoid thinking about it too much. Tigerpaw's ears perched as he noticed his father nearby. Lionclaw seemed to take Sappyleaf's death harder than him. Tiger had loved his mother greatly, but figured that he shuoldn't show himself being upset for the Clan's sake. He swore that he wouldn't shed a tear or complain about it, not to dishonor her. But the way his father mourned made him envious for his bond with his mother. A sigh of regret escaped his lips as he looked to the side.

His eyes wandered and followed Crookedpaw, watching him guide around Avaricekit. He looked back down at the ground, guilty that he wasn't in as much of a socializing mood. He'd get better though and then he'd be better than his brother! Although he had given up on Fallpaw, he didn't give up on being better than his brother. He froze for a moment as she appeared, approaching his brother. An angry wave went through him and his tail sunk, eyes narrowed with a disturbed look.

He suddenly froze over, even more than earlier. 'She's here,' he whispered in his head. Staring at Dropletkit as she joined the clearing, he watched her movements with caution. She seemed to be okay, which was a good thing. A pang of guilt went through him again as he saw her glancing around for him. Biting his lip, he made eye contact with her for a second before forcefully turning his head the other way. He didn't want her to see him, especially not looking over at her. He focused his attention on Smolderingpaw and Mousepaw. Giving them another fake smile, he was trying his best to push Dropletkit away.

His attention shifted at once as StarClan appeared before them. It was as if they were ghosts, knowing their figures could never be full but would appear hollow. At first it made him tense and scared. He reclined back, pressing onto Mousepaw's side as he tried to regain his composure. He hadn't ever seen a StarClan cat, let alone knew Hawkstar or Rainstar, but just seeing them made him nervous.

Blue eyes shifted as the red-colored pelt turned to face the cat. Sirius had called to him, catching him off-guard. At first he started to snarl, but calmed himself down. With wide eyes for a moment, he stared at the loner. Finally catching his thoughts, he narrowed his eyes slightly. “Why yes, that's what I'm called,” he said with a friendly tone, a calm expression on his face.

Suddenly he whipped around, finding himself face-to-face with his sister. “Morningfrost...,” he spoke her name gently as his eyes were wide with excitement. It had been a while since he had seen his sister or spoke to her. Purring, the rusty tomcat showed an odd affectionate side to him now as he stared at her with love in his eyes. Who could really call this soft tom a rogue?

A scent blew by his nose. He could recognize it anywhere as well. Moving only his eyes, he knew that he could find Shaei nearby. What was that dark, brooding friend of his up to tonight? Not about to give away her position, he simply continued to leave his attention on his kin. Eyes flickered to figures as they appeared in the clearing. Feeling uneasy, he broke away from his sister. Giving her a soft expression and smile he said simply: “I have some business to attend to, Morningfrost. I'll meet up with you later!”

Taking swifter steps away from her as he fell into the shadows, his eyes watched the edge of the clearing as the ghostlike cats spoke. Turning to face the black cat, he stared blankly for a few moments. Curiousity got the best of him, especially now, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on. “What are you doing here, Shaei?”

Tigerpaw glanced at Smolderingpaw with an affectionate look. He was glad that she didn't ask him about anything; he admired her mature sense as well. She had always been nice to him when he was an apprentice and he was grateful for that. Even on their first meeting she seemed cheery toward him. However, his attention was switched as he came back to reality. Pressed against Mousepaw's side, the tom's heart beat quick with embarrassment. He quickly pushed himself back to his original pose, shaking his fur clear along with his mind. “N-nothing,” he murmured, taken aback by the StarClan cats still.

His mind and stomach churned as he noticed Dropletkit approaching. Feeling hot with embarrassment again, he simply looked to the side. It was right for her to be angry with him: he left last time without a word. But it wasn't his fault entirely – he was doing it out of good will: to protect her. She barely acknowledged him, and he knew he deserved it, but it still hurt him to be this close to her. They weren't of the same Clan and his conscious raged in his mind about it. They weren't even alone now. Both of their Clans were surrounding the clearing as of this moment and just the idea of being spotted with a cat from another Clan on this night made him uneasy.

He flared his nostrils a few times after she hit him, making him blink a bit. However, the tone Mousepaw used to talk to Dropletkit with made him angry and upset. Mousepaw may have been his friend, despite their playful past with one another, but the way her and Dropletkit spoke to one another made his stomach upset again. “Mousepaw,” he growled to her, regaining him composure. Although in his head he was thinking of many things, on the outside he hadn't even broke a sweat. Portraying himself as a calm, mature apprentice of ThunderClan was his game at this meeting. There was an odd seriousness in his eyes and voice as he spoke and moved though. “You shouldn't insult cats from other Clans. ThunderClan doesn't need to make enemies with WindClan,” he said to her as if it was very important information. But then again, he didn't want to stir up trouble or make himself look suspicious.


The eerie look in the flame-colored tom's eyes was unreadable in this moon's light, but his breathing was slow and concentrated. Shifting his weight onto his other paw, he stepped a tiny bit back so he was in the shadow of a tree. Avoiding to be seen on this night was what he planned to do; he would continue this game on the way when they left, as he expected. But still, he felt protective of certain cats in his Clan and as he thought a small sigh escaped from his lips. “Just don't do anything to catch attention,” he warned her. It was odd for Bleedingsoul to be serious, but he was slowly maturing just like Tigerpaw. Finally, at least.