Warriors | A Prophecy Reborn: Book 4. (Hidden In Darkness)

~Hidden In Darkness: Chapter 4~

The rest of that moon went past in the blink of an eye. Everyone seemed to keep to themselves and everything returned to the time when everyone had voted to stay or leave the Lake, those choosing to stay barely speaking to anyone wanting to leave.
Times when things could still be sorted, Russetfire thought hopelessly, despite the information she'd received from her dead brother throughout the passing moon.
Firpaw hadn't returned as often, but when he did, he had explained the importance of his appearances and the Spirit Tree.
Russetfire, after waiting for a very long time, still hadn't had the chance to investigate Russetwhisker's or Redpelt's disappearances since Firpaw started sharing information from the dead to the living.
As far as Firpaw knew, Russetwhisker was missing and Redpelt was trapped in the Place of No Stars.
As far as Russetfire knew, Russetwhisker was hiding and Redpelt was trying to help free anyone else from the Dark Forest back to StarClan, both probably failing at their required tasks of whatever sorts.
And, finally, it had been a full moon. Fuzzyear's kits were now at least eight moons old. This also lead Russetfire to wondering, was Frostpaw truly unsatisfied with being a warrior's apprentice? If she was, she would've asked Russetfire by now.
On the topic of Russetfire, she still hadn't had the time to show Spiraltail and her siblings the Spirit Tree due to repeated sicknesses, mainly consisting of Willowleaf and her kits or of the few refugees that needed assistance back in the Clans' Refuge, which, according to Firpaw, was what the large cave close to the Winding River camp was called. Russetfire had had to teach Tigerfur some of the herbs as well as their uses, and what illnesses they should be used for.
I wonder if they, the old Medicine Cats and Clan leaders, prepared the cave as a precaution in case something like this happened, Russetfire thought. I don't exactly know how they would've prepared it, but maybe... Maybe it was just there as a potential safe spot.
Moving onto the sudden Newleaf, Russetfire was now planning to take Spiraltail and her siblings to the Spirit Tree.
The sun was slowly beginning to rise, scattering a warm golden glow throughout the camp. Some of the older queens and a few kits had slowly crept out of the nursery to bask in the sunlight.
Swiftflight had given birth to her kits, not wishing to give the name of their father if he were still alive, which Russetfire respected.
They had been named Robinkit, a dark tortoiseshell tom with red chest fur, and Palekit, a white she-kit with very few dark patches of fur.
Swiftflight was taking surprisingly good care of her new kits, despite the fact that she'd treated every other Clanmate of hers so terribly.
But I can't forget, those are her kits, Russetfire thought. Of course she'll treat them differently. I don't expect anything from her, but she could be a little less sour from time to time. That would definitely make mine and Fernstar's jobs easier.
And so Russetfire nodded a greeting to Darkclaw, who had apparently been up for a while, and got Spiraltail, Whitestripe, Ashpelt and Reedtail to follow her to the Spirit Tree, feeling relieved at the final feeling of warmth flowing through the breeze after such a long leaf-bare.