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Dark green grass was pressed to the ground by soft-padded paws as they walked toward the tiny hollow. A white half moon shone bright in the sky, showing it was time for the medicine cats to meet. Silence seemed to float in the air as Jayfeather followed the other medicine cats' footsteps. None of the cats had talked on the trek up here.
As Jayfeather headed down the slope to the moonpool, his mind wandered to his power. He could walk in other cats' dreams. But he didn't want to tonight. He wanted to have his own dreams. The tabby tom wasn't sure what he wanted them to be about, but he hadn't spoken with Starclan in what seemed like moons.
When Jayfeather felt flat ground beneath his paws again, he pricked his ears for the shuffling of the other medicine cats lying down at the pool's edge. He took a couple steps forward and slowly reclined himself. He was about to lean forward to sip some of the starry water, when he heard Littlecloud's high-pitched meow.
"We have come together t
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"That was such an amazing catch!" Icepaw gasped. "Do you think Whitewing is training me as much as Ashfur's training you?"
"I'm sure Whitewing will give you all the training you need," Lionpaw assured her.
"You're such a great hunter," she mumbled around a mouthful of vole.
"I thought Hollypaw was good, but you're amazing! Can you teach me how to leap like that?"
Lionpaw was silent for a few heartbeats. Icepaw gazed at him intently, waiting for his answer.
"All right," he sighed at last. "We can go hunting tomorrow, just us. I'll try to teach you my technique then."
"Sounds great!" Icepaw chirped. "I'll see you there!" the snow-colored apprentice added as she bounded feistily away.
Icepaw's fur was puffed up with excitement as she ran toward Lionpaw. The golden apprentice was standing at the thorn barrier, his amber eyes friendly. "Are you ready?" he asked as she approached. "Am I ever!" She grinned at him. "Alright, then." he mewed. "Let's go."
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A Misty Flame part 20 Mistyfoot gaped at her mate. "A kittypet?" She'd known that Cloudpaw had been accepting food from Twolegs, but she'd never thought that he'd abandon his Clan like that!A Misty Flame part 20 in Short Stories More Like This
Fireheart looked at her, his eyes filled with a weary sadness. "Dustpelt was leading a border patrol near Twolegplace, and they saw Cloudpaw being carried away inside a monster. They said they chased after the monster, but it was gone before they could blink." There was a hint of betrayal in his tone, and Mistyfoot realized that Cloudpaw's dissapearing act hurt Fireheart more then he cared to admit.
The gray she-cat pressed against her mate's shoulder and murmered, "He'll be okay, Fireheart. He might come back." The ginger tom looked at his mate gratefully. After a long moment, Mistyfoot looked at her mate and asked, "Has Bluestar been told yet?"
Fireheart nodded. "Darkstripe just went in to tell her." He said, looking positively wretched.
A Misty Flame part 4 Fireheart refused to meet Mistyfoot's gaze. He could feel her hurt, and he desperately wanted to tell her what he felt for her. But she had already heard those words. She had already had a love. The shivering wet bundles in front of her were proof. He had heard from Graystripe that there were new kits in RiverClan, but he'd had no clue whatsoever that they were Mistyfoot's! His feelings of hurt, betrayal, and loss, overwhelmed his so much, that he could barely hear what the others were saying. But when he heard Crookedstar ask Graystripe What's wrong with your friend? Fireheart shook his head, as if coming out of a dark sleep. I'm fine. He mumbled. I'm just exhausted. Graystripe looked at him sympatheticly. Then, as Graystripe finished the tale of how they had rescued the kits, he had an idea that would give him the perfect excuse to visit Mistyfoot every day! Crookedstar, if your Clan is low on fresh-kA Misty Flame part 4 in Children and Teen More Like This
A MistyFlame part 7 Mistyfoot made her way across the Twoleg bridge, eying the water cautiously. She felt that she couldn't trust the river. Not anymore. She stood beside her brother, and whispered Will the river ever be home again? It seems so dark and hateful! Stonefur licked her on the ear. These dark times will pass, and the water will reflect the stars, just as it always has. His words were confident, but Mistyfoot noticed that his eyes held worry. As a wave crashed nearby, every cat in RiverClan jumped in fright, and one cat let out a terrified wail. Crookedstar turned to face his Clan, his face outlined by the moonlight, making him look heroic and young. Clanmates, there is nothing to fear from the river. It gives us life! It is StarClan's gift to us, just as they have given WindClan swift paws and rabbits to catch, and just as they have given ThunderClan the ability to slink through the undergrowth unseen. The river is oA MistyFlame part 7 in Children and Teen More Like This
A Misty Flame part 9 Mistyfoot stared at her adopted mother, her eyes wide. The scent of Th-ThunderClan? You're sure? It was Fireheart who had given voice to the question. Mistyfoot pressed herself against him, feeling faint with shock. Graypool nodded, looking increasingly uncomfortable. Mistyfoot dug her claws into the ground, grasping for something solid to cling to. Then Fireheart's voice whispered in her ear. It's okay. We'll figure it out together. Mistyfoot felt as if his voice was pulling her out of murky water. Her sight cleared, and Fireheart's warm green eyes were staring into hers, full of concern. Mistyfoot took a deep breath. Fireheart was right. Whatever happened next, they would go through it together.A Misty Flame part 9 in Children and Teen More Like This
Mistyfoot heard a gasp run through the crowd. Mistyfoot looked up at the Great Rock to see Nightstar, leader of ShadowClan, g
A Misty Flame part 15 Mistyfoot stared at Bluestar, her mother, and asked softly, "Why were we raised in RiverClan?" Bluestar let out a weak, shaky breath. "Because although you have been misguided about who your mother is, you have never been wrong about your father. I fell in love with Oakheart, but I couldn't be with him. I had you some moons after we stopped meeting. I intended to raise you and your littermates to be loyal ThunderClan warriors." Mistyfoot looked at her mother in surprise. "Littermates? I had more than one littermate?" Bluestar nodded, her blue eyes filled with grief. "I gave birth to three kits; you, Stonekit, and... and Mosskit. I wanted to keep you, but our deputy, Tawnyspots, fell ill. I wanted to be deputy, but I knew that our leader, Sunstar, would never pick a nursing queen to be deputy." She curled her lip and snarled, "No, he was far more likely to choose Thistleclaw. And he came dangerously close to doing so."A Misty Flame part 15 in Short Stories More Like This
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A Misty Flame part 16 It was about two moons since Silverstream's death. RiverClan had recieved three new members; Featherkit, Stormkit, and Graystripe. The gray tom still seemed heartbroken over Silverstream's death, and being in a new Clan only seemed to make it worse. Meanwhile, Mistyfoot had been very happy to learn about Fireheart's promotion to deputy. The flame-colored tom had seemed tired but happy every time they had met. He had told her the whole story; how Tigerclaw had led a group of rouges to attack the camp, and how he had tried to use the attack to kill Bluestar. Mistyfoot had, in turn, told Fireheart about how Bluestar had been forced to give her and her siblings up to save her Clan from Thistleclaw. Fireheart had sympathized with his leader, as did Mistyfoot. It was hard not to pity her when they were in love beyond the border.A Misty Flame part 16 in Short Stories More Like This
Mistyfoot had been feeling sick lately, and she had been clumsier than usual. Stonefur had finally told her to ask Mudfur what