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Patch winced with pain, his neck scratch stung. But the largest pain, was the pain of losing his mother. He rested his chin on his paws, still cold from his swim in the river a moon ago, he flicked his ears as two rogues were talking. "we're going to need a new leader, since Mapleshade is dead." he meowed, "but who?" the black tom pointed out, "you've got a point there, Fred,"
the ginger tabby narrowed his eyes. "Patch looks like her, he could be a memory of Mapleshade, maybe him, we did see that puny-sized kit heave his big brother up the slope. he could be useful." Patch shot straight up from his nest, "me? but I'm a kitten!" the ginger rogue bristled his thick fur. "yes you, you have the strength of your mother, but as wise as your father, you will be a great leader, Patchstar."
Patch screwed his face, "no! never! I am a kit! I can't, choose Mylerstar.." his hind leg heaved, as he remembered there were scars across it. "stay still," Myler meowed, placing moss on his wound, Patch shook, "eh eh, I can't be, I have a cracked hind leg!" he wriggled his leg. "no, it's not cracked, just stay there..." Patch panted, then lay back into blackness. Patch...a voice sliced into his dream, Patch opened his eyes.
He looked up to see dark tortoiseshell fur, he blinked, "mother?" Mapleshade nodded. Patch, you refused leadership? Patch nodded, "but I'm only a little kitten!" he protested. Patch, you must take my place in leadership, you are strong, and wise, do that for me, please...Patch opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, he nodded. "I will do anything for you, mother," he respectively touched noses with her.
"I promise to be the best leader I can be, I will follow your pawsteps." Patch vowed. He woke up, in his nest, Larch was waiting at the den, "I heard you'll be leading this clan, come on, Mapleshade made up nine lives ceramonies, let's go, come on!" Patch lifted himself up and saw that his scars were still red, but not bleeding, that was a good sign that it was healing. Larch seemed much better then before also, "at least we chose to live by the moonstone, it's right there!" he pointed his muzzle at a den. "but be careful, Thunderpath is dangerous!" he called as Patch was about to cross, he nodded then padded on the path and was across.
"now you come, Larch!" Larch leaped his way across, "woah, you have great jumping skills," Larch giggled. "hey, suffering can do that to a cat." he meowed, entering the den with his little brother. Patch crept through the tunnel that lead to a glowing blue stone, "should I touch my nose to it?" Larch nodded. Patch held his breath and walked slowly over to it, until he felt his nose touch it. Suddenly, he felt unusually tired, "what's wrong...?" his voice echoed as Patch woke up,
he was in a grassy plain, looking oddly familiar to fourtrees. "welcome, Patch," Mapleshade's voice sounded behind him, "with this life, I give you trust, use it to gain back trust to your clanmates, and for Petal." she touched noses with him and raking pain seared through his body, Mapleshade backed out and sat by the tree.
A golden-furred she-cat stepped by, "with this life, I give you forgiveness, use it to forgive your clanmates by their past mistakes." she touched noses with Patch and more pain went through him, Frecklewish backed away by Mapleshade. More searing pain drove through Patch as Reedshine gave him his final life, "with this life, I give you love, use it to have a warm heart for every clanmate. Patch suspected it to be pain, but it was warm and soft feeling, making him relax his shoulders. "you have recieved the nine lives of a leader, lead your clan well, young Patchstar." "Patchstar, Patchstar, Patchstar!" as he heard the chants of his former clanmates, he woke up. "hi," Patchstar hissed and all of his hairs stood on end.
