Darkstorm yawned, walking tiredly out of the hollow. "Let's look," she suggested. "The clans don't need us forever. We can walk around some more." Arrowheart followed her out, agreeing.
They padded through the forest. Like they thought, it was full of undergrowth, a good terrain for ThunderClan. All they needed to do now was find a moon-place and a gathering place... And find the danger. They didn't want to be struck unprepared.
"Let's go this way, we haven't gone here yet," Arrowheart suggested, nodding in a direction. They walked through the brambles. Darksotrm shook herself. "You haven't really woken up yet, have you?" Arrowheart guessed. "Take a dip in the stream. It'll help." Before she could argue, he flicked his tail over her mouth. "I know you aren't RiverClan, but it will help."
"Okay," Darkstorm agreed. "Either way, you're too stubborn to let me keep walking and wake up normally." He snorted and led her to the river. Darkstorm blinked and followed Arrowheart in.
"It's cold!" she yelped, shivering. Arrowheart snorted again. "What? I'm not a fish!"
"Now get out," he mewed. She obeyed. "You're awake, though, aren't you? See, it worked!" Darkstorm nipped his ear lightly in response. "I was right, though!"
"Hmmph!" Darkstorm snapped, pretending to be annoyed. She dropped her act. "Come on, let's keep looking. There has to be someplace we can use." Arrowheart nodded thoughtfully, this time Darkstorm leading and the grey tom following.
Please, StarClan! Lead us to a moon-place. We can find a gathering place in a territory, if needed, but we have to find the moon-place!
...
"We're back!" Darkstorm yowled. "We found a territory for each clan, but not a moon-place or a gathering place." Her eyes dropped to her paws. "We'll look again, if nobody else found anything?" Cloudstorm tapped her shoulder with her tail.
"After," she mewed. "Orangetail's kits came." Darkstorm's eyes widened.
"What? Of course I couldn't help her! Where is she?"
"Come, both of you." Cloudstorm led them to a small clearing behind a wall of ferns, revealing Orangetail and Snarlfang with four kits.
"Orangetail!" Darkstorm yowled. "Are you okay?" The ginger she-cat nodded tiredly, her tongue flashing out to lick her chest fur.
"Look," she mewed, nudging the three forward. One was a tortoiseshell she-kit, the second a yellow she-kit, another a dark ginger tabby tom, and the last a grey-and-yellow tom. "The she-kit is Flowkit," she announced. "And the ginger one's Redkit. The yellow one is Shardkit." Her gaze saddened as her eyes reached the last one. "And this is Shadekit."
"Orangetail..." Darkstorm paused, trying to find the right words, not knowing what to say. "Thank you so, so much."
"Your littermate will be remembered," Snarlfang mewed. "He saved a kit and was killed for it. And if he hadn't been killed, your father would have killed you. And you're the one who changed the code." Darkstorm sighed.
"Without him, I wouldn't be here." She closed her eyes. "I can't thank you enough." Orangetail exchanged a glance with Snarlfang and dipped her head.
"We're honored to have our kit to remember him by,"
"Let all clan cats gather!" Mouseflight yowled, stopping their discussion. Arrowheart's ears pricked.
"Maybe a moon-place?" The four cats came out of the little den-area, each holding a kit by the scruff.
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Darkstorm's Code✔️
Fanfiction#1 in shadowclan (at some point) WARRIOR CATS FANFIC, COMPLETED "This was the worst loss of all. We lost our Clans. They think they are doing the right thing, even if we are doing the right thing. So at moon-high, we will sit vigil, one night, for e...
