Storm that Hides the Stars | Serval NPC | ??? | Mollie | DuskClan Territory | Redeye ; Wolfstorm ; Sootwhisker

Storm's lips curled when Blackstar ordered a second cat to tail her, and she growled warningly at the tom before taking her first steps away from the rest of the clan cats. She took smaller strides to accommodate for the shorter legged clan cats, even with the mangled leg she sported she could outrun most of the smaller cats for a bit. It was her leaping that was impaired, which in turn crippled her hunting. Jumping was a serval's biggest pride, their biggest asset, and it had been taken from Storm. She turned cautious eyes towards Wolfstorm when the mollie began to speak to her, outlining a past that bordered on ridiculous. She scoffed a little bit near the end.

"Small cats fight," she muttered, "all small cats do, fight, hurt. Small cats hurt Storm, when Storm no hurt small cats. Storm protect."

Her tail lashed in aggravation at the fact that Sootwhisker was trying to stay behind her, and she swung continually wider so that he was always in her frame of vision. She did not like when she could not see him. Of the two here, he appeared confrontational, broody and hateful towards her even if it was thinly veiled under his silence. She kept her eyes on him more than Wolfstorm. She sighed, and spoke again, "Red Eyes, Red Eyes be alright?"


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Gingerstar | DawnClan Leader | 36 Moons | Mollie | Camp | Hornetpaw ; Lightsong ; Flamepaw ; Ravenblaze ; Blackstar

Gingerstar had made the call for them to follow the twoleg scent after finding quite how close to camp it was. Her fur was raised along her spine, and as they neared the border and the stenches she hated most began to weave together, her teeth gritted slightly. When they reached the border and she saw Blackstar jetting alongside the border, it did not sit well with her, and her ears flattened noticeably. Her eyes flicked towards Ravenblaze when she spoke, and mild irritation curled into her gaze at his words. What was a former medicine cat who had barely gotten his paws wet outside of the medicine den doing trying to pose ideas on what to do about this given situation?

"Ravenblaze," she snapped suddenly, her voice cold and soaking with 'do not question me', "You go with Scorchwing and Flamepaw. Follow this trail until it crosses the border or you find its source. Hornetpaw, Lightsong, with me. We'll catch up later if we can."

Her gaze locked directly onto Flamepaw. "No running," she growled, before turning away, and beginning to sprint after Blackstar. Her legs pumped quickly, drawing her up closer, and she gave a loud yowl to get his attention. She needed to confront him about his little invasion the other day and... well, time permitting perhaps she would warn him of the twoleg presence running down their own trails.
If you ask too many questions, or seek too much approval, nothing ever gets done


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Willowpaw | DawnClan Apprentice | 6 Moons | Tom | Territory | Shadewing

Willowpaw nodded his head awkwardly, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to get back over to Shadewing. He turned his head upwards for a moment, watching as a starling fluttered from branch to branch above them before turning back to their path and trailing alongside his mentor. He nodded his head when Shadewing told him to voice the smells around them, and he opened his mouth slightly, taking deep breaths. The scents of the forest were overwhelming, there were simply so many, and he shivered slightly, closing his mouth and blinking determinedly before opening it again and trying to sift through the many layers of aromas that twisted and wove through the air.

"I... I think I smell a mouse? Maybe a vole or a shrew?" his voice was hesitant, using the scents of the prey that he had eaten as a kit as a baseline for what he was smelling now. The three small mammals he had mentioned were all rodents and all similar enough that he had a hard time telling which was which outside of the camp when he could see them. They were also alive out here, not tainted by the scents of blood and death, but overlaid by the musty smell of detritus and dirt. His face twisted anxiously as he looked to Shadewing. Had he been close? On any counts?
Words are a more powerful weapon than any material force could hope to combat


[Waiting for Harepaw to post before replying with Weaselflight]

Blackstar|Leader of Duskclan|One eyed Black Tom|Location: Border|Mentions: Gingerstar, Lightsong, Hornetpaw

Blackstar skidded slightly in the leaf litter as the Dawnclan yowl met his ears. Swiveling on his paws, he rose slightly onto his back legs, peering at the small at the small group as they neared. Of all the cats, he was surprised to see Gingerstar, thought it was perhaps the best possible moment for them to have crossed paths. Perhaps Starclan was doing their best to help guide the clans paws. Trotting forward, Blackstar paused at the border, panting slightly but still able to look at least mostly dignified considering his wild dash through the forest.
"Gingerstar." He dipped his head ever so slightly in respect, knowing now was not the time to nettle the she-cat.
"I'm glad you're hear." They were words Blackstar was certain would never leave his mouth again. He hardly gave the other cats a moment to interject, not really caring he was outnumbered, the incident with his own clan still fresh in his mind.
"The serval, its back out and about. It brought our warrior back. She refuses to leave the territories however, something about kits and her kin." He spoke quickly, resisting the urge to let his gaze dance around, knowing holding it steady kept him from looking like he was up to something.
"Two of my warriors escorted her to the River Rocks. I know she was on your territory, so I figured this has become a matter for both the Clans. If she won't leave, we can either force her with claws, however if she may be involved with the reason the two-legs were stealing our cats, and invading the forest..." He trailed off slightly, his tail lashing. There were to many circumstances out of his control. Finally though, he gave the other leader a chance to speak, giving a shake of his head to signal he was done, his muzzle curling slightly in distaste at the whole situation.


Foxpaw|Apprentice of Dawnclan|Small Ginger Tabby She-cat|Location: Clan Borders, North|Mentions: Turtlesplash, Umbraclaw, Owlfeather

Foxpaw had refrained from rolling her eyes at the recap of the past few days, her tail tip twitching slightly.
"Dawnclans faced worse than two-legs." she grumbled under her breath when Umbraclaw had finished, glaring at the ground before she raised her head, listening.
The two-legs had seemed to wander over Duskclans side of things, and after a moment, vanished into the foliage beyond.
"Good, its their problem now." She snorted, though even she kept her voice extra quiet, for as much as she liked to boast and remark, even she didn't want to bring the two-legs their direction.
At Umbraclaws quiet meow to the distant Duskclan cat, she moved forward, towards the small strip of land that was only just under the water, and crossed to the small section of their territory that touched the border on the other side. She glanced towards where the two-legs had gone only once, then began to wiggle forward, keeping low and weaving through the reeds. It was clear they weren't going to drive the Duskclan cats away, and for once even Foxpaw knew that it wasn't the time or place for clawing eachothers fur. Not that she didn't want to.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons • Male • DawnClan • Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location: DawnClan Territory • Mentions: Gingerstar, Lightsong, Flamepaw, Ravenblaze, Scorchwing, Blackstar

Hornetpaw quickly rose to his paws as Lightsong moved to his side, his eyes glistening with concern. After assuring the other tom he was no worse for wear he made to follow Gingerstar, relieved they were of similar minds. These worrying scents were a far more pressing matter than gathering a few herbs. As they drew closer to the bridge that separated DawnClan territory from DuskClan he pressed closer to Flamepaw, noting Lightsong was doing the same. Hornetpaw brushed against her other side, his bushy tail leaning sideways across her back so he could offer Lightsong a comforting touch as well. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be for them to venture so close to the place where their mother had been murdered.

Ravenblaze’s comments saw Hornetpaw’s gaze snap toward the underbrush growing alongside the border, flashes of dark fur caught between the foliage. His body tensed, fur fluffing out until he looked more than half his normal size, seemingly transforming into an enormous puffball before managing to force it flat. The older tom’s following suggestions were met with irritation by their leader and for once Hornetpaw couldn’t say he blamed her. He didn’t necessarily disagree with Rvaneblaze, but it was far from the former medicine cat’s place to voice it. He said nothing, however, the glance he shot toward the white warrior before heeding Gingerstar’s command and following at her heels could be viewed as disapproving.

Lightsong appeared frustrated that he hadn’t been assigned to stay with his sister and Hornetpaw padded beside him, whispering quiet reassurances as Gingerstar approached Blackstar, calling out to catch his attention. “She’ll be alright. Remember, those sisters of yours are much tougher than they look,” he purred humorously, hoping his light tone would help soothe some of his worries. As Blackstar came closer and explained the reasoning for his recent activities Hornetpaw could feel his pelt beginning to bristle again.

The serval was literally in DuskClan territory now? He resisted the urge to begin questioning the black tom, waiting on Gingerstar to speak instead though he was standing a bit closer to the ginger and cream she-cat than he would ordinarily have dared, hanging on every word shared between the two leaders.

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⇺ [ Turtlepaw ] ⇻
24 Moons • Female • DawnClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: DawnClan Territory • Mentions:: Foxpaw, Umbraclaw, Owlfeather, Patch

As Umbraclaw explained the Clan’s recent happenings shock coursed through Turtlepaw and she was struck with an odd sense of familiarity. “If this creature is truly what I think she is I have little doubt she came from the Twolegplace. Her species isn't native to this land, but Twolegs, well...some like to keep expensive pets,” she muttered grimly. “It may very well be those traps are meant for her and it’s her these Twolegs are searching for.” She fell quiet as they began tracking the Twolegs, not willing to risk attracting the furless giants’ attention as the trio crept closer.

A soft sigh of relief escaped her as they disappeared beyond the border, though she found herself wondering after Patch. She could spot another cat on one of the larger islands. She stayed beside Umbraclaw as Foxpaw began creeping across the sandbars, knowing the deputy would likely call the apprentice back if she didn’t approve or else instruct Turtlepaw to accompany here. After a moment she realized two more shapes were joining Owlfeather, one lanky and dark, the other much larger than both the other cats with a thick, muted pelt.

Turtlepaw tried to keep herself from expressing any signs of recognition, but if that really was Patch she was glad to see the other she-cat had made it to DuskClan in one piece and, presumably, had been accepted into their ranks if she was out in the territory. Turtlepaw found herself moving forward now, trailing after Foxpaw and hoping she didn’t appear too eager to meet a warrior from the rival Clan.

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⇺ [ Spiderpaw ] ⇻
10 Moons • Male • DuskClan • Warrior Apprentice
Location: DuskClan Territory • Mentions: Patch, Owlfeather, Umbraclaw, Foxpaw

Spiderpaw’s tail flicked as he watched his 'charge' suppress her anger, instead offering quiet acceptance before returning to their prior task. Was it concern for Owlfeather or fear of the damage his words could do that moved her? He couldn’t really be sure, but either way, he was satisfied for now, swiftly catching up with the former rogue. The scents of twolegs and canine grew stronger until the pair were forced to take shelter in a nearby bush as the invaders passed them by, the dog too absorbed in whatever scent it was tracking to notice them.

“This isn’t good,” he growled under his breath, waiting for the sounds of twoleg and dog to grow fainter before leaving their hiding space and rushing to stand at the water’s edge, he could just make out the shape of a cat on one of the islands, several more heading toward her from the DawnClan side of the lake. “That must be Owlfeather,” he commented, motioning a paw toward the figure on the island. “We have to get to her before the twolegs and their dog or that DawnClan scum.” With that said he leaped forward, using strips of land to cross, but not hesitating to swim when the distance between each sandbar stretched too far for a clean jump.

His legs felt tired and lungs were burning by the time he reached the opposite shore, but he pushed himself forward, relief washing over him as he rushed toward the cat and was greeted by a familiar colorpoint pelt. "Owlfeather!" He called, skidding to a halt beside her and promptly collapsing onto his side as he caught his breath. "We've been looking for you!"

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Duskclan territory|Mention(s) Directly: Umbraclaw, Spiderpaw, Patch|Mention(s) Indirectly: Foxpaw, Turtlepaw

The siamese deputy paused, as she heard a high pitched yowl come over to her from the otherside of the lake. Narrowing her eyes, the she-cat tried to make out who it had been. Her blue eyes scanned the Dawnclan side of the lake, who from Dawnclan would call to her? Owlfether's eyes paused on three pelts, one small ginger, a ginger and black, and a black one. As her eyes traveled to the black pelted cat, she realized who the caller had been. Umbraclaw, Dawnclan's deputy. Why was the other deputy so close to the border, what was going on?
Keeping her eyes on the two-legs and dog, Owlfeather stepped a bit out of the bushes. Making sure that she had eye contact with Umbraclaw, the Duskclan deputy nodded her head. Motioning a bit further over to the side, where the Dawnclan and Duskclan border met, Owlfeather indicated a place for them to meet. Owlfeather was also interested to speak with the other she-cat and figure out if Umbraclaw knew more, than she did. Her eyes now trained on the two-legs and the dog again, Owlfeather started to fade back into the bushes. Before she was completely in the bushes though, the sudden pounding of paw steps behind her alerted the deputy to the sudden approach of a cat.
A bit more on edge than normal, Owlfeather's fur stood on end and her hackles started to raise. Was it really a cat or something searching to attack her? As the steps came closer, Owlfether's claws started to unsheath, prepared for an attack. Suddenly something came into her field of vision, a small pelt she quickly recognised. Straitenting, her pelt lying flat, and her claws sheathing, the deputy let out a sigh of relief. "Spiderpaw, what are you doing here?", the deputy asked. Her eyes traveling over the apprentice and then landed on the loner, Owlfeather's mind started to work. This was not a good situation, if these two where here then maybe one or two warriors were left to guard the camp. The siamese she-cat shook her head, "Why are you two here? You where both supposed to stay back in camp", Owlfeather stated.
Before they could answer, the deputy shook her head again. "Never mind, this is getting worse and worse", the deputy said, her eyes now moving back to watch the two-legs and then the Dawnclan cats. She needed to meet with Umbraclaw, that was certain. "I'd like to send you both back, but with the two-leg presence I don't think your father's going to thank me much for just sending you back alone", although she was speaking to both cats, her blue eyes looked at Spiderpaw. "and I can't....", Owlfeather added, trailing off as she watched Umbraclaw and the two other cats. One she could now recognise as that hot headed ginger she-cat she had meet a few days earlier, but the other? The pelt seemed familiar, but no name came to her. "Nevermind", the deputy murmured. "I want both of you to come with me, I'm going to meet Umbraclaw", Owlfeather informed the two, nodding her head in the direction of the Dawnclan cats just on the other side of the small lake. "Stay behind me and think before you speak", the last bit was directed more at the apprentice than the loner. Turning, she slowly started to move forward.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Territory|Mention(s) Directly: Hornetpaw, Lightsong, Gingerstar, Scorchwing, Ravenblaze|Mention(s) Indirectly: Blackstar

Flamepaw was grateful for her brother's presence, it almost felt like she was a kit again. As she felt another pelt brush against her other side, the fluffy ginger she-cat looked over. Hornetpaw had pressed up against her too, she gave the young tom a grateful nod and smile. All of a sudden, she did not really feel scared or nervous anymore. "Thank you", she muttered to both toms. This was what it meant to be in a clan, to have kin (By kin she means both, her blood related kin- aka. Lightsong- and the rest of the clan).
Turning to look at Gingerstar, as the leader gave her orders, Flamepaw nodded her head. She would follow the leader's order, though her jaw did set in a pout, when Gingerstar added that she would not be aloud to run. Nodding her head to her mentor and the former medicine cat, Flamepaw walked a few steps ahead of them. Her ears pricked and nose twitching, the apprentice followed the trail. Her nose was a bit wrinkled, as she walked, she did not like this scent at all.

☬ |Springpaw| Duskclan Apprentice| 8 Moons| Female| T-[D]Redeye, Vulturepaw, Frost[ID] Open| Mentor: Wolfstorm | Location: Duskclan Camp |Color Code=#0dbab1|☬

She looked up at her mentor and blackstar, with that she flicked her tail and nodded with annoyance. ” Yes of course, “ she meowed and padded back to camp with the others, when they had got back her paws ached she just wanted to sleep, she was bout to head to the apprentices den till Frost had called her name, ” Yes of course i’all do that, is there anything else you will need other than that, are you ok supplies wise as in cobwebs, and such” she layers down resting for a bit as she waited for a reply, she glanced over at vulterpaw who seemed to be a little joyed that his mentor is back. ” Hey vulterpaw, I’m glad that your mentor is back hopefully you’ll have good spirits now, he’ll be ok as well Frost is a good medicine cat” she purred to him as she looked down again and unsheathed her claws, she bit them to make sure they where nearly perfect and sharp. With a sneeze she got back up on her paws signing, she knew that today would end up being longer that normal. She knew to be a great warrior she must do what she’s told. She wondered if wolf would be ok with the serval though, she had gotton quite scared when it got up on her, fear leaked through her then, but she was thankful she was pulled out of there. She had never been showed such kindness before and that moment had joyed her little heart so finely.

| Wolfstorm | 38 Moons | Female | Duskclan Warrior |
Location: Duskclan territory
Mentions: Storm, Sootwhisker

"Yes, small cats fight. Small cats protect families too. You big, intimidating. Make you threatening to other small cats. They afraid, they protect family." Wolfstorm spoke somewhat carefully, though there was a sadness in her tone. "But all cats." She gestured at Storm, then at herself. "We all cats, different yes, but same inside." She padded on, looking ahead. "Wish some would understand." They all walked in silence for a while, and Wolfstorm could sense Sootwhisker's aggravation, though she didn't comment on it. The warrior knew when to hold his tongue.

When Storm spoke again, she looked over. "I hope. Redeye hurt badly, but Frost good medicine cat. She heal him." She hoped to reassure the serval, who did seem to genuinely care about Redeye. "We almost there. I help you find good place to sleep." She looked back at Sootwhisker and gestured for him to come walk with her.

"I believe I can take it from here if you'd like to go home. Perhaps do some hunting along the way, I'm sure that the clan could use the fattening up before leaf-bare." She touched her nose to his shoulder, an almost motherly gesture, before turning to walk with Storm. She looked over at the serval. "What your family like? Your home?" If she was going to be helping Storm out, as Blackstar would likely order her to do alone, she would at least like to know a bit more about her, and about her mate and kits."


| Shadewing | 20 Moons | Male | Dawnclan Warrior |
Location: Camp
Mentions: Willowpaw

Shadewing watched his apprentice as he inhaled to catch the scents. "A mouse and a shrew, well done!" He nodded, gesturing with his tail towards a bush. "The mouse is under that bush, but once we take a few more steps, it'll smell us and run off." He twitched his whiskers. "The wind is coming towards us right now, which gives us the advantage of not being scented until it's nearly too late. Can you tell me where the mouse is? Use all the senses you can, scent, hearing, and so forth." The mouse was a few paces ahead, hidden by a shrub, chewing open an acorn that had fallen from one of the trees, Shadewing could just pick out the telltale scratching of teeth against the shell of the nut amidst the rustling leaves and other forest sounds.

⌘{ Patch }⌘
:: Female :: Rogue :: 35 Moons ::
:: M- Spiderpaw, Owlfeather, Umbraclaw, Foxpaw, Turtlesplash::
:: Location: Edge of Duskclan Territory ::
Patch would follow Spiderpaw with nary a word, her gaze straying back behind her time and time again expecting to see the dog charge back after them at any second. However, it seemed as if the canine had no interest in pursuing any other smells or sounds that may come to it’s senses so focused was it on finding whatever it’s masters’ had bid it to find. Not yet used to calling one place home, Patch wasn’t overly worried about the direction of these recent invaders...after all it seemed easy enough to avoid them. However, the rogue couldn’t help but wonder after the camp….these clan cats had put so much effort into making permanent dens it would be a real shame if the humans were to tear the construction down when pursuing whatever it was they had come here for.

Patch was quick to catch up with Spiderpaw, reaching Owlfeather not quite as wet as the other feline though her belly fur would be quite heavy with the weight of water. At Owlfeather’s comment about them staying at the camp, a pointed glower would be sent briefly in Spiderpaw’s direction a slight ”Hrmf” of ill-content echoing within the large cat before she followed in the deputy’s footsteps, watching the other she-cat carefully for any signs of pain or discomfort.

So focused was she on making sure that the pregnaunt female was alright...that Spiderpaw’s worry had dug up unnecassary paranoia within Patch herself, that the muted calico didn’t really pay attention to the cat’s of Dawnclan until both groups weres standing on their respective sides of the border. And what did you know?! A familiar face had shown itself! Turtlesplash! It seemed as if the other she cat’s worries about being turned away hadn’t come to fruition...as surley she wouldn’t be with the others if she had been turned away.

Sitting up straighter, Patch would give a slight nod to the other calico, wanting to say more and ask more but holding her tounge as the other two cat’s spoke Owlfeather’s words hot on her mind. Hopefully Turtlesplash would understand, through Patch’s bright gaze, that the rouge was happy to see her.

The Road so Far!

It has been a long few days. From two-legs and their dogs ascending upon the forest in higher numbers than usual, and the strange new cats known as Servals coming to the territories, both Duskclan and Dawnclan have been on edge. A tentative truce was made between rival leaders, that this threat of strangers and two-legs effects both their clans and that by working together, they may stand a more favorable chance in resolving the issue without any more losses.

After a difficult time speaking with the serval known as Storm, the clan leaders came to a decision. On the night of the full moon, a group of cats from both clans would go to the Two-leg place, finding the Servals kits and brother, and hopefully any of their captive clan-mates.
In the meantime, the cats who stay behind, troubled by the closeness of the two-legs to their camps, must work to devise ways to lead the dogs or two-legs off their trail to keep their homes safe.
Storm has returned to he tentative home by the Cavern, promising to leave when she is reunited with her kin.

Many options await you. Do you risk the two-leg place, and capture yourself to safe kits from a potential predator? Or do you lie to the stranger to get her off your land? Do you drive her out or into a trap? Or do you work so that all creatures can find a happy ending? Its up to you!

(All cats are reset at their camps, the day has come for select cats to be chosen, and to leave on their journey, meeting at the border by the Cavern.)

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Nursery|Mention(s) Directly: Frost, All|Mention(s) Indirectly: Wolfstorm, Dustpelt

The she-cat let out a large yawn, her tongue curling at the tip as it stretched out of her mouth. Closing her mouth, Owlfeather closed her eyes. She was so sleepy. Her eyes cracked open slightly, to eye her swollen stomach. Why could she not kit already? These little kits where keeping her up all night, with their kicking. Grunting, as another kick impacted, Owlfeather shuffled her body. Looking out of the nursery, the deputy let out a sigh. Frost said that she would have quite a few kits, so maybe she should ask Blackstar if someone should take over her duties for a bit? Owlfeather was still able to assign patrols and direct the camp where needed, but she'd not really been able to go out and lead patrols lately. As her eyes moved around the camp, the deputy thought. Maybe Wolfstorm could take over her role for a bit or maybe Dustpelt? Both were good and respected warriors.
Slowly getting to her paws, the she-cat stood. Her body aching, Owlfeather stretched. Before she could finish her stretching though, a sharp pain his her. Drawing her body into a coil, the siamese she-cat groaned. Please no, oh great Starclan this has to be a joke. Even though she told herself this, instinctively the she-cat knew that there could only be one thing. She was going into labor. "When I told you to get out soon, I did not mean immediately", Owlfeather grumbled under her breath. She needed to get help, to get Frost. Wanting to go to the medicine cat den, she moved to the nursery entrance. Only after a few steps, the pain started again. 'This won't work', Owlfeather thought, she was quite annoyed.
"Frost! Frost!", the she-cat called, "The kits, they're coming", Owlfeather hoped her voice would reach the medicine cat, or at least that someone else had heard and sense to get the medicine cat. Figuring that there was no use in her just standing there, Owlfeather slowly turned and headed for her nest. Carefully curling into her soft nest, the queen rested her head on her paws.

Flamepaw|Dawnclan|Apprentice|13 Moons Old|Ginger She-Cat|Location: Camp - Apprentice Den|Mention(s) Directly: OPEN|Mention(s) Indirectly: Willowpaw, Foxpaw

The she-cat let out a yawn and shook the slight cover of dew from her fur, she'd been on guard duty during the night. At least she had not been alone, Beestrike and Doegaze had been on guard with her. Normally apprentices would not be made to be on night guard duty, but yesterday she had snuck out of camp again, too run. She just couldn't help it, she just needed to run. So Gingerstar had punished her, by assigning her to the night guard. Hopefully she'd soon have her warrior's ceremony, the she-cat wanted to run to her heart's content.
As the guard switched from night to dawn, Flamepaw slouched her way to the apprentice den. Peeking inside, Flamepaw let out a sigh. With Turtlesplashpaw now in the apprentice den, it was starting to get crowded. Weaving her way around the sleeping apprentices, Flamepaw accidentally stepped on Willowpaw's tail. "Sorry", she mumbled, dipping her head in apology to the younger tom. Finely reaching her nest, the ginger tabby apprentice fell into it. Letting out a sigh, Flamepaw curled into a tight ball. Her back was pressed against her littermate's, she and Foxpaw always sleeped this close. It was nice, even though they could not spend their days together do to their training, they could still have contact at night. The sisters also sometimes spoke about things before sleeping, they could not this night do to Flamepaw's punishment. Closing her blue eyes, the she-cat drifted off to sleep.

Weaselflight | DuskClan Warrior | 21 Moons | Tom | Camp | Owlfeather ; Frost

Weaselflight was in a rather deep sleep even though it was later in the morning. His tail was tucked over his nose, his breathing deep. He was exhausted from the stress of the past few days, he had been in with Frost every few hours, and stayed there for at least an hour each time, checking on Redeye, harassing the stand in medicine cat for updates. And then there was a loud cry from Owlfeather, a panicked one. He was startled out of his sleep in time to hear and comprehend her last outcry- "The kits, they're coming!"

He sprang onto his paws, his fur fluffed out in half a hundred different directions, pupils contracted into slits. His breathing was quick, and he lunged out of the den, his strides long as he raced towards the nursery. He somewhat skidded in through the entrance, and stepped over to the deputy, his eyes full of anxiety and concern. "O-o-Owlfeather are you alright?" he stammered, his breathing quick, "what c-can I do to help?" He carefully crouched down beside her nest, where she lay, and after a half second of hesitation gently drew his tongue over her head in a soothing manner. "It's gonna be ok," he mumbled. He knew enough about labor to know that it was painful and exhausting for the queen, and Owlfeather's voice had sounded terribly scared when she had called for Frost.
Better safe than sorry

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|36 Moons Old|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Nursery|Mention(s) Directly: Weasleflight|Mention(s) Indirectly: Frost

Hearing paw steps rush into the nursery and than a voice talking close to her. Owlfeather lifted up her head, the she-cat's eyes were blurred. "W... Weasleflight?", the deputy managed to say. Pain had started to spread through her entire body, making her face contort. "Fine, going to take more than this...", Owlfeather flinched, as another wave of pain spread through her, ".... to take me down", the siamese she-cat finished. Owlfeather clenched her teeth and her paws clawed at the sides of her nest, she needed Frost or any other she-cat with experience.
Drawing in a sharp intake of breath, Owlfeather tried to relax. "Get Frost!", the queen said, through tightly clenched teeth.