((Hmmm... Sure!))

"You don't know what it was like," Wirepelt muttered, her tail twitching with worry at the kit's cries. "Is Yellowkit alright? Why's she crying?" she asked hurriedly. She felt responsible for the kit, even if it wasn't hers. It belonged to her mate.

--- 

Wolfkit and Foxkit both giggled, but Foxkit managed to scramble free and get a hold on Blackheart's tail. "You are, Blackheart! You fought a warrior as an apprentice and left him bleeding on the ground!" she meowed, enthusiastically, swipng at the air with her claws, "I hope I'm as cool when I grow up!"

Ashflight flattened her ears, appalled at the kit, "Foxkit! A cat doesn't need to kill to win her battles. Blackheart broke the warrior code, and it was an accident, not something to be praised for!" 

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"Arlen, I think you should come with me to the MountainClan," Crim meowed sternly, "I know we've discussed it before, but I'm healed now, and that is where I belong, and it's where you belong too." 

---

"Thistlepetal?" Specklepaw meowed, prodding the den mother to wake her up, "Where's my sister, Yellowkit? I went to find her in the nursery, but she's gone," she whined sadly, on the verge of tears.

 Heathercomet sat quietly near the fresh-kill pile, snacking on a pigeon absently, wondering what her future kits would look like. She scanned the clearing for their father. Crimsonstar, but he was missing, as usual. Most likely in his den with some other she-cat. She snorted. She couldn't help be jealous, even as Crimsonstar's favorite she-cat, but sometimes it was hard to share.

((What's your plan for that plot? I think Heathercomet dying is a good idea too, get Crimsonstar angry, and give him a reason to reach out to MountainClan for help with this Golden Claw thing, whatever it is. I think she should be killed during labor, and then only two kits survive out of an unusually large litter of eight. One for you, and one for me, unless you don't want one, and there an be only one. :P))

Heathercomet stretched and purred, "It's nothing important," she meowed, "It's just how things are sometimes. I'm probably just hormonal with kits deep in my belly," Heathercomet purred, nuzzling Crimsonstar lovingly.

Specklepaw sniffled, "Okay Thistlepetal. Did you hear? Orangepaw died in training yesterday. I'm sort of scared for my next session... My foot still hurts a little from the snake hole I stepped in."

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"She has a sister her same age, Specklepaw. I'll run and get her then," Wiretail meowed, trotting out of the medicine a few steps. She sighed. She had no idea who Goldstream was... she figured it would be someone with gold-like fur or eyes or something, and she would have kits, Ah! That had to be her. She approached the queen nervously, dipping her head in submission. "Are you Goldstream? The medicine cat, Wingpaw would like to see you." 

Ashflight purred, "You're the Crimsonclan warrior, right? Wiretail? How is the kit you brought?"

"Yellowkit is her name, and she's fine," Wiretail meowed nervously, shifting her paws.

"Is she healthy enough for Cricketcomet to see her?" Ashflight asked politely, flicking her tail in the warrior's direction.

"I think so, she's hungry for milk though. That's why Wingpaw wanted you, Goldstream," Wiretail meowed, switching focus. She turned her gaze towards Cricketcomet and froze. Specklepaw in Crimsonclan was her spitting image. "You..." she hissed, her ears flat with dislike. So this was Cobrafang's mate before he met her? 

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"MountainClan needs more elders though," Crim said gently, not wanting to offend the cat, "And elder is to tell stories to the kits, and preform a ceremony for those who fall in battle. And you have saved me, the least I could do is take you with me for a better life." 

Crim paused uneasily. She never told Arlen that she was once their medicine cat... would he be angry? The news was long overdue. "Unless they've relocated since I was their medicine cat... I can get us there."

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"Thistlepetal?" Specklepaw whispered, "Is there really a Starclan?"

"Where did you hear such nonsense?" Dogpaw laughed, bounding into the nursery, proud as a peacock, dropping a mouse for the newest queen, Heartstripe. "Crimsonstar told me that Starclan is nothing but a story for kits."

Specklepaw bristled, "I'm not a kit, I'm an apprentice!" she challenged, her claws unsheathing. This is what happened in Crimsonclan, any insult was an insult to your pride, and you fight or have no pride. Was she too young?

"I would expect nothing less, Crimsonstar," Heathercomet purred, her tail fluffing slightly. "Am I too pregnant to go on patrol with my favorite cat?"

---

"You were with Cobrafang," Wiretail growled, digging her claws into the soil, her neck fur raising, "Yellowpaw and Specklepaw are yours." Wiretail hissed and her tail sliced the air.

"Ladies, why must we fight? So you shared a mate?" Ashflight put in hesitantly, putting a paw between the two. "Wait, Wiretail, why did you say paw? Yellowkit is only three moons old, at most." 

((*holds up pointer finger educationally* It's a god thing I'm CPR certified! :D))

"Calm down Cricketcomet, he was a serious threat to the clan, remember? He tried to steal Pantherkit?" Ashflight meowed quickly.

"What? You mean to tell me that the cat that killed Cobrafang remained unpunished? That apprentice was rather rewarded for it and became a warrior?!" Wiretail hissed, outraged, and completely ignoring Ashflight's reason.

--- 

Specklepaw's eyes glittered enthusiastically, "Then I'll win!" she meowed loudly, racing off to the apprentice training grounds, Dogpaw on her tail.

"What did that batty old queen tell you, Specklekit?" Dogpaw barked, struggling to keep up with the smaller cat.

Specklepaw's long legs made it easy to keep up, and she skidded to a spinning stop in the sand at the apprentice training grounds, "I am no kit," she hissed, her fur fluffing proudly, "And Starclan will guide my claws," she whispered. 

Dogpaw didn't seem to hear, but instead, he sprung, claws unsheathed. Specklepaw rolled neatly out of the way, and used her back legs like a rabbits to spring on top of the larger apprentice, easily eight moons older than she was. She dug her claws into his shoulders, and he tried to shake her off to no avail.

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"Right!" Heathercomet meowed, blushing under her fur and standing up, "Should we take Crimsonface too?" 

---

Crim smiled slightly and led the way, "I'm glad you're not angry that I didn't tell you," she meowed, "My real name is Applepaw. I didn't tell you because I probably don't belong anymore. The current medicine cat, Darkleaf, was the apprentice after I left, and if the rumors are correct, he's already taken an apprentice of his own. I'm not sure where I would fit in there." 

Applepaw's ears flattened with discomfort, "No, I'm hopeless," she meowed, "Those fox-eaten two legs dragged me to the cutter. I still don't know exactly what they did to me, but I don't feel the same. I was a poor hunter before I got kitnapped, and now, I don't think I could even stalk anything without messing up," she said, watching her paws walk forward steady in motion. "That's why I need a clan, that's why I went to CrimsonClan, and why I'm taking you to MountainClan." Applepaw paused and shot Arlen a smile. "Enough about me, do you think you'll take a warrior name?"

---

Specklepaw hissed, and was pinned by the heavier, older cat. She was warrior-sized, and covered already in battlescars, barely visible under her mousey-gray fur. (If this isn't right, I'll change it. It's how I imagine her :P) "You fox-eaten dung sack!" she swore, flailing to try and free herself.

Dogpaw growled softly, "Mousepaw, it was an honour battle," he meowed, "You're not supposed to interrupt those, remember? It was one of the first things Marshtail tought you."  Dogpaw fought back a purr when he thought of Marshtail, his maternal mother. Like many other litters, he was the only to have survived, because he had been the only one strong enough.

---

Wiretail hissed, "It wasn't my idea to take her! She wandered near our patrol, Cobrafang thought she was alone!"

Ashflight put her ears back and whined. This was messy.

"That is quite enough of that!" Gladestar yowled, putting her large, furry paw on the very edge of the high rock, threatening to jump down and join the fray. She hissed and glared down at the three cats. "Wiretail, you are MountainClan's prisoner, not our guest, you will stay in the den under the highrock under guard during nighttime hours. Goldstream, return to the nursery at once and tend to your wailing kits. Cricketcomet, I want you to take Minnowfoot and Fatepaw on the next patrol to the Crimsonclan border." Gladestar hissed moodily, her tail flicking, "I am very disappointed in all of you, acting like savages. Ashflight, get Blackheart and meet me at the ege of the clearing in ten minutes."

Wiretail laid her ears back in embarassment, but followed orders without worry. There was going to be tention among the clan for a while now.

---

Darkleaf shuddered, hearing Gladestar's angry call. "Wingpaw, why don't you take a warrior and go for herbs?" he asked, "I can tend to Yellowkit for now."

---

"Hmmm, I'd rather bring just Crimsonface. I'm not in the mood to be around another she-cat. I'm just feeling a bit (dare I say) catty today," Heathercomet sighed.