Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

23. ShadowClan Reborns

Emberblaze woke up with a jolt. Everything hurt. She remembered only a few things...a ShadowClan apprentice...her own apprentice passing out for reasons she didn't understand...the darker apprentice going for a killing blow...her jumping in front of Firepaw...and blackness.

Yup, that seemed about right.

She looked around. Both Jayfeather and Firepaw were lying next to her, covered in cobwebs and other assorted herbs. My son and my apprentice...who else close to me will get hurt?

Emberblaze tried to push those thoughts away, but they seemed to stick to her like a thorn in her pad. She found herself imagining how much sorrow she'd feel if all of the cats close to her passed away. Sure, they'd be in StarClan, always watching over her, but it just didn't seem right. The gray she-cat was older than both of them. It should be she to die first. No matter what.

Eventually, her mind drifted back to that ominous thought. No, no more thinking. she had to be strong. If she wasn't, then cats around her could, no would, die. Emberblaze had to remember that.

"Emberblaze," one meow startled her.

The warrior spun around to look straight into Blazefur's gaze. "Blazefur!"

"Hello, Emberblaze," Blazefur couldn't help but have her gaze shift to her son, "Is all well?"

"Yeah," Emberblaze searched through the other she-cat's gaze. "Why are you up? It's rather late."

"I wanted to check on my son...I fear something's wrong with him," the ginger she-cat looked longingly at her flame colored son.

"But you need sleep, you're tired." the gray she-cat stated.

"How could you tell?"

"You're only ever this calm when you're tired. Now, go back to your nest!" Emberblaze said sharply.

"I could say the same for you!" Blazefur objected, but she went back into the nursery.

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The ginger she-kit pranced around the ShadowClan camp with her sister. Her sister, a white cat with dark green eyes. Moonkit, by the way. Racing against her, finding something strangely familiar about the ginger cat. The ginger cat, her name was Squirrelkit, in case you were wondering, kept on looking at the other litter of kits, at one kit in particular. The dark tabby tom. Bramblekit. Shush yourself, Squirrelflight! He'd never like you ever again! She kept telling herself that, even though, deep inside, she earned for him from dawn till dusk.

Of course Bramblekit noticed. It was impossible to look past the green gaze of the ginger she-kit. The ginger she-kit who was once the love of your life but lied to you about kits that he thought were his, but noooooooooooo, they had to be her sister's and Crowfeather's, making them half-clan.

"Bramblekit!" Squirrelkit bounced up to him. "What's up!"

Bramblekit answered her with a glare.

"Come on," Bramblekit's sister, Tawnykit, hit him lightly with her tail, "Don't be so incredibly rude. You know she likes you,"

The tabby tom gave his chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks.

"Don't be so humiliated. Everyone in the clan knows about you two."

This time, Squirrelkit joined in the licking session.

"Can you please stop doing that?" Tawnykit was getting frustrated.

"I'm afraid they can't." Moonkit came up to them.

"Great,"

"What do you think Tinypelt and Dappleear will think?" the white she-cat asked.

"They'll probably be embarrassed." Tawnykit answered.

"You're right. Our mothers get embarrassed easily." Moonkit smirked.

"Yeah, and thanks, Half-Moonkit!" the she-cat had to quickly fix her mistake before anyone noticed.

Moonkit purred.