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Mothwing

Hawkfrost!
She felt her neck fur bristle at the sight of her long forgottened brother.
The massive dark tom was locked into a glaring contest between the Thunderclan deputy.
Ice blue against fiery amber.
Tawnypelt was on Brambleclaw's other side, with claws and fangs bared, she was only a whisker away from pouncing on Hawkfrost and unleashe her battle skills.
Mothwing caught a movement on the edge of her vision and turned before gasping at the sight.
Cats. Perched high up on trees or hiding behind the pale trunks. Countless numbers of multicolored eyes filled with unwelcoming lust to kill the newcomers.
What made her shudder was the sight of their state.
Some had scars longer than their own tails, others had fur ripped from their face or had claws that were too long to be sheathed properly.
Who are these cats? Mothwing had never seen any of them in the Gatherings. Perhaps they were Tigerstar's newly recruited rogues. Tawnypelt had also noticed that they were serrounded. "Brambleclaw, We've got some hosts dying to welcome us here"
''Well?" Brambleclaw finally began. "Care to explain?"
"We all know it." Hawkfrost stepped back and faced the newcomers. "Every one of us here knows that the longer life seems to continue the more we encounter pain, betrayal and other happenings that affects us in a way we find it hurtful." His speech rang loud and clear, echoing away into the darkness.
"Why deal with boundary threats and engage in battles over who gets which area of territory? We have enough trouble in life as it is. Besides we are cats, trained to honour each other and protect our young and seniors. Not savages fighting over the right of boundaries. But if we unite as one clan, a clan who will not tolerate with arguments over land and work as one, we would lead a better life and less warriors would fall to protect their clans."
"And then let Tigerstar become the leader? I'll rather die!" Tawnypelt hissed and was suddenly attacked from behind. A white tom had her pinned to the ground with claws digging into the back of her neck.
"Tawnypelt!" Brambleclaw and Mothwing was about to leap to her rescue but they too were pinned down by the unknowned cats of Tigerstar's. They tried to struggle free but their attackers only summoned more of their allies to hold them down. Mothwing choked as her face was pushed to mud beneath her.
Hawkfrost padded towards Brambleclaw and spat at him. "You piece of fox dung, if you'll rather turn down my offer, then very well. We'd be happy to kill you here. But don't think that your loved ones will live to see another day."
Brambleclaw raised his head.
"I'm talking about your beloved Squirrelflight, Brambleclaw. As for Tawnypelt, she will lose her children and Mothwing will never see Leafpool again." The Riverclan tom was clearly enjoying this. Watching their faces dissolve to horror and their loyalties torned between love and their clan.
Mothwing could not have been more shocked than this. Why Leafpool out of all the things she could lose? Why does it have to be that beautiful she-cat who could walk across the forest with her soft pelt groomed neatly in place, her heart-warming amber eyes full of such gentleness that Mothwing could never get tired of looking.....
Wait, realization struck her like lightning. 'beautiful she-cat'? 'heart-warming?'
Am I in love? Mothwing casted a glance at Hawkfrost who was still looking down at the Thunderclan deputy. And did Hawkfrost somehow found out about it?
"I'll give you three more nights to think about my offer. Lets hope you make the right decisions by then." The Riverclan warrior was beginning to fade. And so were the cats pinning them to the ground.
Everything was slowly dissolving away until Mothwing was left alone in a room of black.

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Leafpool

Leafbare had finally arrived.
The forest was no longer green but blinding white.
Full moon had already risen and the Gathering place was already lively with cats of all four clans.
She looked around at the cats gathered around her, her warm breaths coming out as pale clouds, until she caught sight of Mothwing sitting by herself among the crowds of boasting warriors.
"Mothwing!" she called.
The riverclan medicine cat turned and seemed both nervous and hesitant at the sight of her.
Leafpool pushed past the crowd until she reached her friend.
"How is Riverclan?" Leafpool asked. Somehow she had a feeling that perhaps it was best not to ask what was troubling her friend.
"Riverclan's great." Mothwing's obviously forced cheerfulness unsettled Leafpool. She was hiding something. Whatever it was, Mothwing was deeply disturbed by it. Even a kit would have known! Leafpool shook the thought away.
Even though, it could have been a problem in Riverclan Leopardstar forbid her warriors to tell another clan about, it still felt unfair for Leafpool. She wanted Mothwing to know that she can rely on her friend anytime because she would always be there by her side.
"Leafpool," Mothwing began suddenly "Remember the last time we went to visit the moonpool? Kestrelflight mentioned something about Ivytail and Dawnpaw."
Pause.
"What do you think of that?"
Leafpool thought for a moment.
"I dont think much about it." She concluded. "I mean, its not like it goes against the warrior code or something."
The riverclan she-cat nodded in reply. Before she ducked to hide her face and pretend to stare at her paws, Leafpool thought she saw a twinkle in her eyes.
Oh, Mothwing. Leafpool wanted to say. Please dont hide things from me. I swear that if there are any troubles in Riverclan, I'll be willing to listen and swear by Starclan that I wouldnt repeat what you said to any cat! Not even Firestar!
But she couldnt say those words, knowing very well that clan weaknesses are kept strictly private from each other.
So all she could do was watch the attractive Riverclan she-cat with concern through out the Gathering.

Description
Mothwing

Hawkfrost!
She felt her neck fur bristle at the sight of her long forgottened brother.
The massive dark tom was locked into a glaring contest between the Thunderclan deputy.
Ice blue against fiery amber.
Tawnypelt was on Brambleclaw's other side, with claws and fangs bared, she was only a whisker away from pouncing on Hawkfrost and unleashe her battle skills.
Mothwing caught a movement on the edge of her vision and turned before gasping at the sight.
Cats. Perched high up on trees or hiding behind the pale trunks. Countless numbers of multicolored eyes filled with unwelcoming lust to kill the newcomers.
What made her shudder was the sight of their state.
Some had scars longer than their own tails, others had fur ripped from their face or had claws that were too long to be sheathed properly.
Who are these cats? Mothwing had never seen any of them in the Gatherings. Perhaps they were Tigerstar's newly recruited rogues. Tawnypelt had also noticed that they were serrounded. "Brambleclaw, We've got some hosts dying to welcome us here"
''Well?" Brambleclaw finally began. "Care to explain?"
"We all know it." Hawkfrost stepped back and faced the newcomers. "Every one of us here knows that the longer life seems to continue the more we encounter pain, betrayal and other happenings that affects us in a way we find it hurtful." His speech rang loud and clear, echoing away into the darkness.
"Why deal with boundary threats and engage in battles over who gets which area of territory? We have enough trouble in life as it is. Besides we are cats, trained to honour each other and protect our young and seniors. Not savages fighting over the right of boundaries. But if we unite as one clan, a clan who will not tolerate with arguments over land and work as one, we would lead a better life and less warriors would fall to protect their clans."
"And then let Tigerstar become the leader? I'll rather die!" Tawnypelt hissed and was suddenly attacked from behind. A white tom had her pinned to the ground with claws digging into the back of her neck.
"Tawnypelt!" Brambleclaw and Mothwing was about to leap to her rescue but they too were pinned down by the unknowned cats of Tigerstar's. They tried to struggle free but their attackers only summoned more of their allies to hold them down. Mothwing choked as her face was pushed to mud beneath her.
Hawkfrost padded towards Brambleclaw and spat at him. "You piece of fox dung, if you'll rather turn down my offer, then very well. We'd be happy to kill you here. But don't think that your loved ones will live to see another day."
Brambleclaw raised his head.
"I'm talking about your beloved Squirrelflight, Brambleclaw. As for Tawnypelt, she will lose her children and Mothwing will never see Leafpool again." The Riverclan tom was clearly enjoying this. Watching their faces dissolve to horror and their loyalties torned between love and their clan.
Mothwing could not have been more shocked than this. Why Leafpool out of all the things she could lose? Why does it have to be that beautiful she-cat who could walk across the forest with her soft pelt groomed neatly in place, her heart-warming amber eyes full of such gentleness that Mothwing could never get tired of looking.....
Wait, realization struck her like lightning. 'beautiful she-cat'? 'heart-warming?'
Am I in love? Mothwing casted a glance at Hawkfrost who was still looking down at the Thunderclan deputy. And did Hawkfrost somehow found out about it?
"I'll give you three more nights to think about my offer. Lets hope you make the right decisions by then." The Riverclan warrior was beginning to fade. And so were the cats pinning them to the ground.
Everything was slowly dissolving away until Mothwing was left alone in a room of black.

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Leafpool

Leafbare had finally arrived.
The forest was no longer green but blinding white.
Full moon had already risen and the Gathering place was already lively with cats of all four clans.
She looked around at the cats gathered around her, her warm breaths coming out as pale clouds, until she caught sight of Mothwing sitting by herself among the crowds of boasting warriors.
"Mothwing!" she called.
The riverclan medicine cat turned and seemed both nervous and hesitant at the sight of her.
Leafpool pushed past the crowd until she reached her friend.
"How is Riverclan?" Leafpool asked. Somehow she had a feeling that perhaps it was best not to ask what was troubling her friend.
"Riverclan's great." Mothwing's obviously forced cheerfulness unsettled Leafpool. She was hiding something. Whatever it was, Mothwing was deeply disturbed by it. Even a kit would have known! Leafpool shook the thought away.
Even though, it could have been a problem in Riverclan Leopardstar forbid her warriors to tell another clan about, it still felt unfair for Leafpool. She wanted Mothwing to know that she can rely on her friend anytime because she would always be there by her side.
"Leafpool," Mothwing began suddenly "Remember the last time we went to visit the moonpool? Kestrelflight mentioned something about Ivytail and Dawnpaw."
Pause.
"What do you think of that?"
Leafpool thought for a moment.
"I dont think much about it." She concluded. "I mean, its not like it goes against the warrior code or something."
The riverclan she-cat nodded in reply. Before she ducked to hide her face and pretend to stare at her paws, Leafpool thought she saw a twinkle in her eyes.
Oh, Mothwing. Leafpool wanted to say. Please dont hide things from me. I swear that if there are any troubles in Riverclan, I'll be willing to listen and swear by Starclan that I wouldnt repeat what you said to any cat! Not even Firestar!
But she couldnt say those words, knowing very well that clan weaknesses are kept strictly private from each other.
So all she could do was watch the attractive Riverclan she-cat with concern through out the Gathering.