#>eggkit

Heathersnout lifted his head from his nest as Eggkit came scampering into the elder's den, purring in amusement and stretching his jaws in a wide yawn. "Well there goes my nap, you li'l rascal. What's gotcha so worked up, anyway?"

"I'm bored!" the round little kit squeaked, plopping down in a sort of splat right at Heathersnout's paws with her tail held high. "Emberkit and Shadowkit are all busy with warrior stuffs now, and renny's napping so I can't play with them!"

"Paw, not kit, squirt." he grumbled, gently batting at her with one paw to her delight. "They've got important new names now, gotta respect 'em."

"Okayyyokayokay, Emberpaw, Shadowpaw-tell me a storyyyy!!"

"Right, right, hold your hares!" he snickered, easily rolling her over as she squealed and kicked at his paw. "What kinda story you wanna hear? This old cat's got too many to choose from himself."

Eggkit rolled back onto her feet and shook herself off, bouncing in place as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tell me about the Tunnels!!"

…Heathersnout paused for a moment, cocking his head slightly. "Why ya wanna hear about them?"

"Cuz everybody's all worked up about them now, and Emberpaw and Shadowpaw know all about them, and I still don't know what they are!" she huffed, ears back with a pouty whine.

Heathersnout chuckled a bit, shifting himself to get more comfortable. "Well…I s'pose you're old enough to learn."

Eggkit leapt up with a happy squeak, running circles around the older cat as he shook his head. "Settle down, ya flighty li'l mouse! This is gonna be a very important story, and I need to know you're listenin'."

He waited until Eggkit had stopped bouncing around the den and settled in a little loaf in front of him, wide eyes staring expectantly, before he sighed, clearing his throat to begin his tale.

Long ago, generations and generations of cats ago, older than some of the oldest Twolegs even, there was Greylock Mountain, standing tall and strong. And deep within the mountain was…something. An entity, without shape or form, intangible and unfeeling. But its presence could be felt, and its influence stretched all over the mountain. The very air itself bent to its will, all of creation was in its paws. But nothing lived there. Mice didn't dart among the foliage, rabbits didn't burrow, even foxes and badgers didn't dare hunt in its territory. They were all scared of it, too afraid of its power to even go near it.

But one day, cats moved in. No one remembers if they were loners, rogues, or members of an ancient clan, but they needed a place to stay, and there was room on the mountain to sleep. There was no prey, but there weren't predators either, only the mountain. And someone could feel it calling them.

One day, after yet another failed hunt, a cat from the group climbed the mountain alone to do what no one had ever done. He was going to speak to the mountain.

"But how do you speak to a mountain??" Eggkit interrupted. "You said it didn't think, how're you supposed to talk to something like that?"

Heathersnout shook his head, giving her a playful bop. "I'm gettin' there, be patient."

He tried to talk to it as he climbed, to ask what it was and if it could help them, but got no response. He was about to give up and return to camp when he found something. A tiny hole, leading into the mountain. He somehow knew he had to get in there. He dug away at the dirt, scraping until his paws were sore, and eventually, the wall caved in…and he found it.

The Tunnels.

They led deep into the mountain, so deep that he couldn't see where they ended. The air was stale and thick with a scent he couldn't place. But something called him in. Something knocked. So he opened the door.

He climbed down into the Tunnels, and…no cat knows exactly what happened down there. Some say he was possessed by the Tunnels, some say he absorbed part of them, some say he was never a real cat to begin with. But whatever happened, he came back out…different. Changed. He looked the same, but he wasn't the same cat. Not anymore.

He went back to the group, and found he had remarkable new abilities, gifted to protect his clanmates. The ability to create with his thoughts alone, a fraction of the Tunnels' power to bend reality. He was the first to be chosen by the Tunnels, the first ever leader and the founder of Greyclan.

That cat's name…was Greystar.

"Chosen?" Eggkit mewed, completely enraptured. "Like Ghoststar? You mean he has cool powers too?!"

"Yes, he does." Heathersnout smiled. "But Greystar vowed to use his power responsibly, and so did every leader after him. He can't just go around manifestin' willy nilly, it's a leader's responsibility to only use the Tunnels' gift when it's needed. That's why it's a rule in the Warrior Code."

Eggkit looked disappointed, but seemed too engaged in the story to dwell on it for two long, pleading for more with a wide eyed stare. Heathersnout smiled and continued.

With Greystar's original gift, the prey of the mountain returned, and he is why cats of Greyclan have such an easy time hunting to this day. He also drove away the predators, so there are rarely any dangers on Greyclan territory. Legends say that he even sowed the seeds for the existence of Starclan itself. He created a paradise for generations to come, and we honor him for his sacrifice.

"Every leader since then goes down into the Tunnels for their gift an' their nine lives, if they're chosen to wield them. If they aren't chosen…well, that's a story for when you're older. All other cats, including you, can't go down there for your own safety. It's…dangerous down there, the Tunnels ain't somethin' to be messed with."

"What about medicine cats? I heard Mothgrowl talking about going in there!"

Heathersnout perked up, glancing out towards the medicine cat den for a moment. "Ah, that's another interesting story! One that's a bit more recent."

Many years ago, Greyclan was struggling. Twolegs had taken an interest in the mountain too, and kept stomping the herbs and driving off the prey. Even with the leader's gift, it seemed like there was no stopping them, only living with them. But how could we do that?

One day, a queen whose name is lost to time gave birth, and one of those kits would come to be known as Tawnycloud. She was very different from her siblings, she always seemed to be talking to thin air, she learned things without being taught, and she always seemed to have…very strange dreams.

During a hunting patrol one spring, a warrior was snagged in a metal Twoleg trap, bleeding heavily onto the dirt. At the same time, the young Tawnykit suddenly slipped away from camp and ran faster than anyone could stop her, somehow finding her way to the patrol with no experience in tracking. With precision unlike any kit-or adult cat, for that matter-she delicately disassembled the Twoleg trap as the patrol watched in awe, freeing the trapped cat and allowing the others to help them back to camp to be treated.

The leader questioned her when the patrol returned, and she explained why she had left camp and how she found the injured warrior. She had seen a strange shadowy cat that no one else seemed to notice at the edge of camp, urging her to leave quickly, which then led her to the trap and told her how to take it apart. This was the first known use of Sight, the ability to see Shadows, byproducts of the Tunnels' presence. Shadows can take on many forms, some comforting, some frightening, but only those with Sight can witness and hear them, receiving prophecies and knowledge that no cat could have ever known. Tawnycloud was the first cat to be born with Sight.

Over time, she gained more knowledge from her visions and pursued the role of medicine cat, devising new treatments and care regimens that none before her had even considered. Soon she was even acting as a sort of advisor to the leader, telling them things about Twolegs and the mountain that revolutionized how we interacted with them and our territory. New hunting methods were established, new procedures for Twoleg interference were carried out-Tawnycloud is the reason we know how to grow our own herbs, make leather from rabbit pelts, and use Twoleg things for ourselves when needed.

Then she had kits of her own. And suddenly, she wasn't the only cat with Sight. One of her kits could also see Shadows, and then two from her next litter. And when those kits grew up, their kits also had Sight. So to protect such a precious ability, the leader added a rule to the warrior code. All medicine cats, whether a queen or a tom, are required to have at least one kit that is capable of Sight. The Tawnycloud bloodline continues to this day, with Mothgrowl currently being the only member.

"What if a medicine cat doesn't have kits?" Eggkit mewled, rolled over onto her back and looking at him upside down. "Or if they go to Starclan before they do?"

Heathersnout tried to hide how he flinched, his eyes wandering for a moment. He was only a kit, but he still remembered watching a queen drag the bloody body toward the mouth of the Tunnels.

Their eyes only met briefly, but he could still feel the weight of the despair in her eyes before his mother quickly shooed him back into the nursery.

"…You don't need to worry about that, darlin'. That's a medicine cat's responsibility."

When Eggkit still looked downcast, he huffed, flicking his tail over his paws. "I actually knew Tawnycloud, y'know."

That seemed to bring the glimmer back to her eyes, and she quickly rolled onto her feet. "Really?!"

"Yup. Though I was only a kitten and she was very old, I didn't get to see her too much. But I remember her tellin' me stories of the old days, just like I'm tellin' you now."

Eggkit was delighted, a bright grin stretched across her face. But after a moment, she seemed to realize something, and her smile slowly faded. "…You said she had a lot of kits, right? Why's Mothgrowl the only one with Sight today?"

…Heathersnout froze. He could still smell the blood. He remembered that the most vividly, right above the stink of decay and gore. He remembered the shrieking of countless cats, the wails of strange creatures echoing through the forest. He was tucked too deeply against his mother's chest to see much, scruff held tight in her mouth as she ran, but as much as he wished it would fade with his other memories, the glimpses of camp he caught would be seared into his mind in deep, aching scars.

He could barely see the ground under all the bodies. He didn't recognize the vaguely Twoleg shaped things crouched over them, tearing off pieces with their teeth.

One turned and their eyes met briefly. There was no feeling in its empty sockets.

"EGGKIT?? I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE NURSERY!!"

Thank Starclan, Heathersnout sighed, as Hailthrush's cry sent Eggkit leaping to her paws. "AH-renny's awake, I gotta go!! Thank you for the stories, Heather!!"

Heathersnout purred a goodbye as the little kit scampered off, and laid his head down in his nest, his gaze slowly drifting back to the medicine cat den. It seemed like just yesterday that it was nearly full, the sobbing of dying cats echoing in his nightmares.

He didn't want to remember those times. He didn't want to.

Mothgrowl had always loved Newleaf. The long-awaited sound of birds singing and the warmth of sunlight on her fur always calmed her nerves, as if the world was coming back to life after a cold, dead winter.

She raised her head and took a deep breath, letting the smell of blooming flowers, fresh green leaves, and the distant trail of passing squirrels and rabbits wash over her senses. She always liked to take her first official patrol of Newleaf alone, to soak in each moment at her own pace and get away from the weight of her responsibilities, even if just for a moment. Of course, her clan came before her relaxation, but what was the harm in enjoying the day when she wasn't needed?

She exhaled slowly, gently, purring softly as she shook herself a bit and scanned her surroundings. She'd already looked around the sparsely wooded patch closer to camp and didn't find anything to harvest just yet-she knew the importance of letting herbs grow a bit this time of year all too well. A search of the denser foliage wouldn't hurt, especially since most predators would still be in their dens at this hour.

It was only a few tail-lengths into the thick forest when something caught her eye, her tail flicking curiously as she padded across the fallen leaves. A small sprout poked out from a spot between two trees, lighter green than the grass around it. Mothgrowl leaned down, carefully cupping it with one paw to sniff at it.

Hm...maybe an elder bush? That could prove very helpful once it was grown, her stock was beginning to run low...

She glanced up.

The Shadow stood tall, motionless, as rigid as the trees around it. Its drooping, pale eyes bore into her from every angle, leaving nowhere safe from its gaze, no respite from its presence. Its form wavered and flickered, like a misty, half forgotten memory, though the grass bent under its paws the same as any other living cat.

Mothgrowl raised her head, fur standing on end and legs locked firmly in place. It didn't look too threatening, it at least almost had the normal proportions of a cat this time, but she knew better than to lower her guard.

"...It's been a few moons since one of you has shown up." she mumbled, half to herself, never once taking her eyes off of the half-formed being. She'd almost forgotten she could see them, it had been so long. Maybe this was a punishment, a reminder that she could never escape the role she was dragged into. At least, that's how it felt sometimes.

"...Well?" Mothgrowl huffed, forcing her voice to remain steady. "Do you have anything to say? Or can I go back to my clan now?"

The shadow said nothing.

Something moved through the trees behind it. A distant roar began building, overtaking the sounds of the forest in an instant.

The tidal wave thundered through the forest, engulfing everything in sight. The shadow was swallowed in a sea of white froth.

Mothgrowl braced herself.

...The water was gone.

The birds sang. The dry grass rippled in the gentle breeze. The warm sunlight glazed over her back. Yet she shivered with a sudden chill.

The elder leaf at her paws dipped slightly, letting a single droplet fall to the dirt.

Mothgrowl turned and darted back to camp.

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"Ghoststar? Are you here?"

"Mm. Yes, Mothgrowl. What is it?"

"...Be careful around the river."