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“Oh no! It’s a disaster!”

Brambleclaw awoke to frenzied yowls. He climbed to his feet.

Out of all the voices, he could only pick out Cloudstar.

“Are you sure? Why would they do that?”

“Yes!”, some unrecognisable cat shouted. “hey’re just evil!”

“What’s going on?!”, asked Brambleclaw to nobody in particular, some part of his mind telling him that something bad is about to happen.

Spiderleg came over to him to answer. “The patrols found WindClan on our side of the border. We want to attack them.”

“For something like that? Don’t we need more-“

“That’s something Firestar would say. If that idiot was in this situation, what would he do?”

Brambleclaw was taken aback, because he had been pretty much called a nazi.

“That’s right. Nothing.”

Brambleclaw realised that Spiderleg was right.

NOTICE: if you want to see the rest of the story, please search Warriors fandom on Archiveofourown.org. I don’t like posting it here because I get HTML errors larger than the actual story, so I won’t be posting it here anymore.

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Almost first thing at the gathering, one cat predicted that it would be a mild leaf-bare and that nothing would go too badly. Whoever it was was backed up by three or four more chorusing voices

These dumb optimists, Brambleclaw thought, glancing at the central tree where the leaders were.

The rest of the gathering continued decently. There was less tension in that gathering; all the cats looked fairly calm. Eventually, as the night wore on, it concluded, and all the cats started on their jouney back to camp, leaving the island deserted once more.

They were grateful that the moon was still bright, flooding the forest with a positive light.

Brambleclaw was grateful that he hadn’t been added to any late-night patrols, because he was very tired after the long night, and was in need of a rest.

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They then rushed back to camp quickly so as to tell the news to someone.

When it was time for the gathering, Cloudstar once again selected the cats that would attend, and they left. The clouds had cleared, and the lake was all glittery with the light.

As the moon approached the highest point, they were almost there. As they reached the bridge, they realised that all the other clans were there except for WindClan.

The ThunderClan cats took their places. The outlines of all the trees and bushes on the island were easily visible as the moon went shining all along.

When finally WindClan came, everyone was there, and the gathering began.

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Stormfur ran off back to the warriors’ den. Brambleclaw was right, he couldn’t hide anything.

The shiny morning of the day of the gathering was pleasant. It was overcast, and cooler than usual, but still not too bad, a signal of the onset of Leaf-Fall.

While it was still half dark, Brambleclaw got up to lead the dawn patrol with Brightheart, Whitewing, and Mousepaw.

It was mostly clear. Nothing wrong along most of the ShadowClan border, although there was some more stale fox scent.

Three quarters of the way back to camp, something weird was going on. It happened for a while before Brightheart realised what was wrong. All the suspicious signs pointed in the same direction — Windclan had been there!

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The day passed surprisingly quietly. The hunting patrol went fairly well, so they managed to find enough to bring back to the camp.

When it got a little later, only a few cats weren’t in the camp.

Sunset came, closing rapidly on the forest. The next day was the gatheing, yet nobody really noticed until the actual day.

Stormfur was there once again, looking out into the silent darkness, moonlight speckling the forest with a dim light. This time, he had a different purpose. He had found a secret place in the trees, just outside the camp, that nobody had noticed before, and he was going to find it again.

There was nobody out at this time, but as he thought it was safe to look around, Brambleclaw appeared.

“I know what you’re thinking.”, he began suddenly, startling Stormfur. “But why are you so secretive? Everyone in the Clan knows you like Squirrelflight — you don’t need to-“

Stormfur ran off back to the warriors’ den. Brambleclaw was right, he couldn’t hide anything.

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“What? Birchpaw? No way! I thought he left the forest!”

“Me too, Brambleclaw. The fact that he’s out there somewhere is very worrying. He’s dangerous, you know!”

“Yes…”

Brambleclaw thought for a moment. As he had found out before, this was a very real threat.

“I think you should tell Cloudstar about this. I don’t think he’s that busy at the moment. Maybe he’ll be able to find a solution.”

Sandstorm nodded and moved away. The others had already gone.

He was set to lead a hunting patrol not too far ahead, so he decided to find out what Berrypaw was doing before he left.

He was feeling thoughtful — the future looked stormy and mysterious from where he was. There was no telling what would happen.

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They were back by sunhigh.

After a short while, Stormfur, Sandstorm, and Brightheart came in.

“Brambleclaw! This isn’t good!” Sandstorm shouted seriously.

“What is it?”, meowed Brambleclaw as he leapt over to join them.

“Well, actually two things. First, we found fox scent near the WindClan border.”

“What? I thought… wait. How old was the scent?

“Err, hard to say because of the strong wind today. Probably early this morning, but I don’t know.”

“This morning? That doesn’t sound good.”

“There is one other thing, though”, Sandstorm said with increasing concern.

“What’s it about? Is it important?”, replied Brambleclaw, feeling the situation get worse.

“It’s just this. I think we saw Birchpaw!”

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The prophecy had been still nagging at Leafpool. She was beginning to wish that it didn’t exist in the first place, because it just seemed that it was taking over. She couldn’t go for very long at a time without thinking about it. Things happened regardless.

The next morning, Berrypaw began his first training session. He was amazed at everything there was to be learned, all the different strategies — And this was only the beginning!

He could tell it would be difficult, but somehow he felt… sort of… less alienated than he had ever been. Until now, his sense of belonging had been vague and unimportant.

WOOT! 75th post!

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They were now standing right below the Highledge. A final wave of something negative struck him.

“Hazelkit should be here…”, he thought, suddenly saddened. He then continued to stare at the ground until, eventually, all the cats fell silent.

There was an awkwardly long silence before Cloudstar started talking.

“From this day forward,”, he began, shifting his paws uncomfortably as if he had forgotten what to say, “until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Mousepaw.”

More silence.

Finally he spoke again. “Spiderleg has been taught well. I hope he can pass on his abilities to Mousepaw.”

He then turned his attention towards Berrykit, repeating most of the ceremony over again.

“Brambleclaw will be your mentor.”

Cloudstar immediately dismissed the meeting, without even waiting for the Clan to congratulate them.

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Could this really be about to happen?

There was no turning back now. Nonetheless, his doubt still grew unhindered.

“I wonder how this will turn out…”, he breathed to himself.

Brackenfur came and said something to them — He couldn’t qutie remember what — and then told the two of them to follow him to the Clan meeting. It was strange actually being there — most of the things that he knew about what happened at such meetings came from overhearing voices while he was supposed to be asleep.

As he was led out into the open, he almost felt himself trembling, remembering that it’s fine to be nervous.

With the last cats arriving, the meeting began.

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More time passed. It was sort of uneventful, everyone going about their normal duties.

On the fourth day since then, Berrykit woke up, something different in the air. Leafpool hadn’t gotten any better about the prophecy — It was driving her insane.

Berrykit suddenly remembered. It was time for them to become apprentices! He didn’t know what Mousekit felt, but he had certainly been very bored, especially while being kept strictly in the nursery most of the time due to Daisy’s paranoia. It was finally time for all this to stop.

This was really exciting to him. Pretty much anything that didn’t involver him being constantly fussed over by Daisy constantly was exciting!

He was hit by a sudden wave of doubt as Cloustar called a Clan meeting.

Could this really be about to happen?

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If this was, indeed, a prophecy, it certainly didn’t sound very good at all.

She left before the others woke. The atmosphere was making her feel unstable.

The clouds advanced oppressively, making Leafpool more and more unnerved.

Before too long, she came back to the safety of the camp.

She was really afraid that this prophecy would mean something bad for the clan. She desperately looked for someone, anyone at all, to talk about the event with, but there was noone out; the next patrol was still a way off, and not even Stormfur appeared.

She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t figure out what the prophecy meant either! Never had she felt so pathetic.

She eventually decided to rearrange her herbs. It was irritating when they weren’t all in neat piles. Grateful to everything for finding something for her to do, she started.