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MOON 18
âŠand so begins the trend of Whippaw having dark and foreboding dreams every other moon⊠perhaps from sticking his nose where it doesnât belong.
The Line Begin Here | Previous | Admit One
Moon 18 interlude
Greenleaf/Leaffall
Welcome to law and order cat edition!
I didnât want to make this into multiple parts so itâs pretty long.
It only took half a moon for the trial to begin.
Wolfstar attended with Lynxdawn and Dropletpaw, ready to provide evidence. Stoatfang represented all accused partiesâexcept for Thornstrike, who was assigned separate counsel under Greyclaw. Stagtrail, a large muscular tom with short brown fur and piercing yellow eyes, served as inquisitor.
Though the two trials ran concurrently, it was clear Greyclaw held no love for his client; the look of disgust on his face told Wolfstar all she needed to know about his stance. The trial lasted a single day, from sunrise until midnight. Shadowdive arrived after sunset, staying until the end. His sudden presence put the entire camp on edgeâthe brutal state of Thornstrikeâs injuries had already spoken volumes.
Wolfstar gave her account first, repeating her story multiple times under the scrutiny of each code keeper. Lynxdawn followed, detailing the medicines used and injuries sustained. Though it embarrassed her, Wolfstar used the opportunity to press for reparationsâSaltClanâs stores had suffered.
Each member of the ambush patrol gave testimony in turn, explaining why they had followed Thornstrikeâs leadâeven after the truth had come out.
Clearstorm went first. He was forthright, though unable to meet anyoneâs eyes. Thornstrike had approached him and Sparkclaw together. He admitted to feeling eager for action against SaltClan and didnât question the authority of the command. After the ambush failed, he lied about rogue attackers to protect his friend.
Heavybadger spoke next. As Stoatfangâs kit and a caretaker, they had asked to bring their mother on the patrol. Thornstrike denied their request and subtly suggested that Stoatfang had fallen out of favor with leadership. Heavybadger reluctantly accepted that and didnât press further. Theyâd wanted to believe in their deputy. Youngâjust a few moons younger than Wolfstarâthis had been their first mission. They looked horrified at their own actions. They had agreed to the rogue lie out of fear.
Blackhowl followed, a large, older tom with shaggy black fur and a stub tail. His stoic demeanor made him harder to sympathize with. He was the oldest on the patrolâeven older than Thornstrikeâand should have known better, as Stagtrail reminded everyone. He admitted Thornstrike had organized the patrol with him days in advance and held leverage over him. At first, he refused to say what it was, but eventually Stoatfang called his mate, Cinderfur, to the stand.
Cinderfur, a dark grey elder and former camp keeper, hadnât been at the ambush. Stoatfang and Stagtrail handled her gently. Finally, she revealed that their daughter, Nighthowl, had faked her death to live as a kittypet. Now called Mimi, she had since been abandoned by her twolegsâwhile pregnant. Cinderfur had been sneaking her food. Thornstrike had caught her and used it as blackmail. Blackhowl accepted full blame and asked that any punishment aimed at his mate be directed at him instead. Jaggedstar stated she would address that after the trial.
Following a brief meal breakâmost of the morning having been spent on Blackhowlâs testimonyâthe clan avoided discussing the trial. The accused were kept separate. Wolfstar used the break to introduce Dropletpaw to Ashenstep and the other historians.
Afterward, Scorchvein was called. An arrogant older molly, she had once been briefly mated to Thornstrike. Their son, Grackletail, was the result. Wolfstar had only seen her at gatherings. Scorchveinâs testimony was shortâshe had joined the patrol because Thornstrike asked her to. Though he had ended their relationship, she remained loyal to him. Still, the pressure of the trial pushed her to turn on him easily. She claimed sheâd gone along with the rogue lie to protect her kits.
Grackletail testified next. Recently made a warrior, he admitted to wanting recognition and favor from his father. He was twitchy, anxious, with patchy fur from overgrooming. Despite his strangeness and the general disdain he received from the crowd, Wolfstar felt bad for him. He was unwell, and she hoped the clan would step in.
Gorsejump, older than Wolfstar, was more honest. They admitted to being blackmailed as wellâcaught exploring the twolegplace, even making friends with kittypets. Though they had no intent to leave the clan or break its rules, Thornstrike had threatened them with exile. They had assisted in planning the ambush, staking out SaltClan patrol routes in advance. When they stepped down from the stand, they gave Wolfstar a tearful, silent apology before returning to their place.
At sunset, the final two apprentices were called: Sablepaw and ShadepawâScorchveinâs youngest kits. Likely sired outside the clan, they stood small and nervous before the gathered cats. Stagtrail argued to separate them, but Jaggedstar allowed them to testify together.
Sablepaw was steadier, confident. She explained that their mother and Thornstrike had described the patrol as a simple border marking. When they arrived and were told to wait, she grew suspicious and questioned her mother. Shadepaw agreed, noting that Scorchvein was both his mentor and parent. During the fighting, he had wanted to runâbut seeing his siblings in danger, he stayed. He had believed SaltClan had ambushed them. When the truth came out, he was the one who dragged Sablepaw away.
The two were treated gently. Shadepaw apologized repeatedly. Sablepaw defended her brothers, saying they only acted to protect her. They hadnât known about the rogue lieâonly that Scorchvein had told them to stay silent. Once dismissed, they ran to Grackletail, pressing themselves against him. Wolfstar saw Jaggedstarâs gaze soften at the sight, just as hers had.
Finally, Stagtrail called Thornstrike as his last witness. But as Wolfstar rose to her paws, she demanded to know why Sparkclaw wasnât testifying. Jaggedstar explained she wasnât required toâbut that didnât satisfy SaltClanâs leader.
As the argument escalated, Sparkclaw burst forward, shouting she wasnât afraid to speak. Shadowdive stood instantly beside Wolfstar, snarling. The camp took time to calm, but eventually Jaggedstar allowed itâwarning Sparkclaw to behave.
She walked with a limp. Wolfstar flinchedârecognizing the paw she had bitten. Lynxdawn pressed against her; Dropletpaw tucked herself beneath her mother, trembling.
Sparkclawâs story mirrored Clearstormâs: she had been approached, eager to prove herself, eager to stake claim on the contested nest. She admitted she knew the attack was wrong, but fought anywayâdriven by her hatred for Wolfstar. When Stagtrail asked why she ran, she hesitated.
Then came the silence. Sparkclaw lowered her gaze and spoke of a presence, a dark figure that stood at Wolfstarâs shoulder when sheâd delivered her final threat. The crowd stirred with unease until Jaggedstar silenced them.
The code keepers quickly changed topics, asking why she agreed to lie about rogues. Sparkclaw hissed that she didnât know. Wolfstar suspected it was prideâbut said nothing. The crowd glanced her way, unsettled, as if sheâd brought something unnatural into their midst.
At last, Sparkclaw was dismissed.
Finally, Thornstrike was called forward. He had remained in the clericsâ den for the entirety of the trial, though well within earshot. As he was led forward by Frostwhisper, Wolfstar noted with quiet unease that his wound dressings had been removed. The full extent of his injuriesâraw, misshapen, and violentâwere now on display. Whether this exposure was his own decision or someone elseâs remained unclear.
Greyclaw stepped forward to deliver the first round of questions. His focus, as expected, was on motive. Why had Thornstrike organized an ambush without Jaggedstarâs knowledge or approval?
Thornstrike answered with a snarl. He did not temper his words, declaring Jaggedstar a coward who had gone soft on SaltClan. He accused her of abandoning DuskClanâs claim to the nest and allowing the enemy clan to take hold of it without resistance.
When asked if he had brought these concerns to Jaggedstar directly, Thornstrike admitted he had. He claimed she dismissed him, saying the clan had bigger matters to tend to than âsome crummy, out-of-the-way nest.â None of this improved his position. His answers only reinforced the picture of a warrior acting alone, unsanctioned, driven by personal grievance.
Greyclaw seemed to sense the futility and shifted his line of questioning. He pivoted toward the physical cost Thornstrike had paid. It was an unspoken appeal to mercy: exile for a cat in Thornstrikeâs condition might well be a death sentence.
Stagtrail had fewer questions. He asked only whether the other warriorsâ testimonies had been accurate. Thornstrike, after a momentâs hesitation, confirmed that to his knowledge, they had told the truth.
The closing arguments from each codekeeper were more substantial than Thornstrikeâs own testimony. Stagtrail argued that, despite the blackmail and coercion, each cat should bear some responsibility for acting without Jaggedstarâs approval. Their silence had granted SaltClan the upper paw in both conflict and diplomacy.
Stoatfang, in contrast, urged Jaggedstar to judge each cat individually. She emphasized the role of fear, inexperience, and manipulation in their decisions. The fact that so many warriors had felt unable to come forward, she argued, reflected a broader failure in the clanâs cultureânot a personal failing of each accused.
Greyclawâs remarks were brief. He commended Thornstrike for answering truthfullyâif bitterlyâand reminded the clan of the severity of his wounds. There was little else to add.
At last, Jaggedstar rose to address the clan. She thanked the assembled cats for their patience and for treating the trial with the gravity it deserved. She announced her intention to deliberate through the night, asking Wolfstar to remain in DuskClan until morning. She would consult with her before rendering a final decision.
A murmur of dissent passed through the crowdâsome objected that this broke tradition, that judgment should be handed down before the moon fell. Jaggedstar responded calmly. She had no deputy to counsel her, and all her most trusted cats had served as codekeepers during the trial. Besides, the matter of repayment to SaltClan was yet unresolved.
Wolfstar turned to her own warriors and dismissed them with a low word. Shadowdive hesitated, casting a glance over his shoulder, but Wolfstar was firm. He was to escort Lynxdawn and Dropletpaw back to SaltClan safely and inform the clan of what had transpired. After a final nod, the trio departed into the darkness.
Wolfstar remained, stepping into the leaderâs den as the crowd dispersed and the trial came to a closeâfor now.
Jaggedstarâs den was small and darkâjust how she liked it. The gloom wrapped around her like an old friend, mirroring her shadowy pelt and offering a comfort no sunlight ever could. Her body felt leaden as she stepped inside, her paws dragging slightly with the weight of the day. She didnât bother with dignity. The moment she crossed the threshold, she let herself collapse into her nest, her spine curving with exhaustion. No codekeepers to impress now. No clanmates to reassure. Just her and the daughter sheâd once mentored.
Wolfstar followed without a word, settling into a neat loaf near the edge of the nest. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and for a moment Jaggedstar thought about asking to wait until morning.
Instead, Wolfstar stretched one paw and murmured, âThis is a mess.â
Jaggedstar let out a dry chuckle. âLetâs start with the easy ones.â
âThe apprentices,â Wolfstar confirmed.
âYes.â She shifted, her bones aching. âI think the scars from that battleâand from this trialâare punishment enough.â
âThatâs two down,â Jaggedstar said, lips curling into something close to a smile. âGrackletailâs next. Heâs a warrior. Itâs expected that heâd face a more serious consequence.â
âHe doesnât seem well,â Wolfstar said carefully. âHow long has he been pulling his fur out?â
Jaggedstar blinked, letting the question roll through her thoughts. âA long time. Since before he earned his warrior name.â
âHave the clerics offered him help?â
âI donât think heâs asked,â she admitted, wincing inwardly at how hollow that sounded. âWhy? What does this have to do with the ambush?â
âI think we both know,â Wolfstar said softly, âthat between his mental state and his inexperience, he doesnât deserve punishment.â
Jaggedstarâs ears twitched. âThe clan wonât see it that way.â
âThen donât frame it as leniency.â
Jaggedstar pondered her next words. âIâll assign him to assist the clerics. Iâll speak with Frostwhisperâsee if they can start Grackletail on something for the fur-pulling. A calming herb, maybe.â
Wolfstar hummed in approval, already shifting focus. âClearstorm showed integrity during the battle. And Heavybadger showed remorse afterwards. That should count.â
âIâd already planned to let him and Heavybadger mentor some of Mistytailâs kits,â Jaggedstar replied, flicking her tail. âThey knew that. Iâll revoke it. Confine them to camp. Have them help the keepers and tend to the elders.â
âThat sounds fair.â
âGorsejump,â Jaggedstar muttered, lying back onto her side, âIâm conflicted. They shouldâve come to me when Thornstrike threatened them. But how do I punish a cat for not trusting their leader?â
Silence.
Then Wolfstar offered gently, âMaybe a re-apprenticeship? Or something close. A chance to rebuild trust.â
âHmmm.â She considered it. âToo humiliating might backfire. But nursery duty, elder care, that would be enough and they can accompany me on patrols. A chance to see leadership in a newer light. Bridge the gap.â
Wolfstar nodded, stifling a yawn. âNow as for Blackhowl. Does his story check out?â
âIâll go tomorrow,â Jaggedstar said. âHave him take me to his daughter.â
âIf heâs telling the truth,â Wolfstar murmured, âsheâll need care. Shelter.â
âShe wonât come back to DuskClan. I can feel it in my bones.â Jaggedstar glanced over. âWould SaltClan take her? Quietly, outside this trial, of course.â
âIf she asks for sanctuary, sheâll have it,â Wolfstar purred, curling onto her side.
A long silence stretched between them, easy and familiar. Jaggedstar let it settle in her chest like warm tea.
âIâll have Blackhowl serve with Gorsejump in the nursery,â she said at last. âCinderfurâs an elder, but she can still assist the keepers. Stars aboveâhalf my warriors are going to be camp-bound.â
âWe havenât even gotten to the hard ones,â Wolfstar teased.
âScorchvein,â Jaggedstar growled. âSheâs more involved than she lets on. Whatever punishment I give Thornstrike, sheâll take it personally. I canât have that.â
âShe may be the only cat in your clan whoâd stand beside him,â Wolfstar said. âAnd I canât imagine why. Their fling was brief, or so Iâve heard.â
âThornstrike can be charming when it suits him,â Jaggedstar said with a scornful smile. âPlus sheâs not the type to let go so easily. I already know what I want to do. Iâm going to exile her. Just half a moon.â
Wolfstarâs ears twitched. âThat seems harsh, given the others.â
âI donât care,â Jaggedstar snapped. âStagtrail didnât press her enough. He was too focused on Thornstrike. I can say itâs because sheâs older and risked the lives of two young apprentices. That way I can get her out of the clan for a few days.â
âSo when she returns, his punishment will be behind us.â
âExactly. Iâll reassign Shadepaw to a new mentor. Bluetail would be a good fit, sheâs been without an apprentice for a couple moons now im sure sheâll be good with him.â
âWhat about Sparkclaw? And the repayment for the herbs we had to use?â Wolfstar asked.
âWe could repay them,â Jaggedstar said with a sly grin, âor we could say SaltClan demanded full claim to the abandoned nest.â
A beat passed, Wolfstar unsure she heard her right. The guileful look on her motherâs face told her enough.
âYouâre devious,â Wolfstar said, eyes gleaming. âAnd how did that conversation go?â
âSparkclaw will be exiled for one moon. Scorchvein for half,â Jaggedstar said plainly. âYou asked for both to be exiled permanently.â
âI did?â
Jaggedstar chuckled. âMhmm. And the execution of Thornstrike. Plus repayment for the herbs.â
âWell,â Wolfstar said dryly, âI am demanding arenât I.â
âYouâre within your rights to demand it,â Jaggedstar murmured. âBut I canât afford to lose three warriors. So I offer you this: temporary exile for Sparkclaw and Scorchvein, in exchange for the nest.â
âAnd Thornstrike?â Wolfstar prompted.
âExecution is too far. Instead, exile him. Leave him in the twoleg place.â
âThatâs just execution with extra steps.â
âMaybe,â Jaggedstar said softly, âbut itâs also mercy. If a twoleg helps him, so be it. If not, itâs no longer our burden. It sends a message: weâre merciful, but firm.â
Wolfstarâs gaze sharpened. âYouâre thinking about appearances.â
âOf course I am,â she said, sitting upright. âI need to walk the line between two extremesâwhat my dissenters did and what the clan expects. If I kill my deputy, some will think I canât be trusted to help a warrior who feels threatened. Some may think I only did it because SaltClan was the target. Because you were.â
âBut a measured mercy,â Wolfstar said, nodding slowly, âmakes you look fair.â
âExactly. If I gave up the nest without a fight, Iâd seem weak. But if I gave it up in return for three lives and a spared herb storeâŠâ She paused. âThen Iâm a leader who saved her clan.â
Wolfstar smiled, warmth in her eyes now. âClever.â
âI think weâve covered everything,â Jaggedstar said with a sigh.
âAgreed.â Wolfstar yawned, her limbs finally slack. âTomorrow, the verdict. Then we visit Blackhowlâs daughter.â
âYouâll stay?â Jaggedstar asked, already shifting to make space. âItâs too late to head back to SaltClan.â
Wolfstar didnât argue. She purred as Jaggedstar curled around her, the moss warm between them.
Wolfstar remained in Jaggedstarâs den as the dusk-colored leader delivered her ruling on the trial. She peered out through the hanging lichen, watching the clanâs reactions below.
Jaggedstar began gently, excusing the apprentices and reassigning Shadepaw to Bluetail. A few cats broke the tension with murmured congratulations to the newly named mentor.
Gorsejump and Grackletail accepted their punishments with bowed heads. Wolfstar could practically smell the fear wafting off them â sharp with anxiety, bitter with shame.
Clearstorm and Heavybadger remained out of sight, but the murmurs in the clearing told Wolfstar everything. Disappointment clung to the crowd like brambles. This would have been their first time mentoring â now theyâd have to wait, and wait in disgrace.
Scorchvein, by contrast, exploded.
She refused her sentence with fury, demanding to know why her eldest had received a lighter punishment. Wolfstarâs hackles rose. She clenched her jaw to hold back a growl.
A mother throwing her kit â no matter how grown â into the mud to keep her own paws cleanâŠ
It sickened her.
The clan agreed. Hisses broke out, sharp as thorns, calling for her silence.
Jaggedstar remained calm, watching the crowd settle with the patience of a mother enduring a kitâs tantrum.
She explained Scorchveinâs exile in even tones: she was older than the others, with more experience. And despite that, sheâd risked the lives of her young, untrained kits â a choice that had nearly ended in tragedy.
Shadepaw had nearly lost his eye for starclanâs sake.
Scorchvein balked as Stoatfang and Rainfoot flanked her. She tried to protest, asking to stay at least to hear the details of the othersâ sentences. Her voice faded into the distance, growing more shrill as she was led away.
In stark contrast, Sparkclaw said nothing when her punishment was announced â a full moon as a loner.
She didnât argue. Didnât speak.
Wolfstar couldnât even see who escorted her out.
When Jaggedstar called Blackhowl forward, he stepped into the clearing with hesitant paws, his gaze flicking to Cinderfur at the back of the crowd. Jaggedstar addressed the warrior plainly: she would need proof that his daughter was alive and in need of help before she passed judgment.
Blackhowl looked taken aback. âAnd when I do?â he asked.
Jaggedstar answered without pause.
âThen you will spend the next two moons in the nursery with Gorsejump, assisting the queens. Cinderfur will work with the camp keepers â preparing meals, within reason, given her injuries and age.â
Blackhowl nodded slowly. It was a fair sentence, and one the clan seemed to approve of.
Finally, Jaggedstar called forth Thornstrike.
âYou will not be executed,â she said. âI understand that you acted out of pride for your clan. And I cannot fault you for that. But for your lies and your failure, for the pain you helped cause⊠you are to be exiled.â
Not a single voice rose to protest.
Thornstrike, still scarred and blind, asked bitterly, âHow am I supposed to survive like this?â
Jaggedstar turned to Addertail.
âGo to Capriâs post,â she said, âand ask for her granddaughter â Jade. Tell her we need help. Fetch Jade and meet us at the Moon Spring.â
Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind over water.
Jade? Sage? Who were these cats? How did Jaggedstar know them?
Wolfstar dipped her head, hiding a purr behind her paw.
Sheâd told her mother everything this morning â
About Jade and her kind sister, Sage.
About how moons ago, she and Lynxdawn had found shelter there.
About Nora, Sageâs housefolk â kind, friendly, the sort who might take in a wounded warrior, even one as wretched as Thornstrike.
Jaggedstar had been surprised Wolfstar would go so far to help the tom whoâd attacked her and her apprentices.
Wolfstar had only chuckled, dry and cold.
âThe longer he lives, the longer he suffers. He may heal, but his eyes wonât grow back. And every day, heâll remember who beat him â and that it was the clan he hated most.â
Of course, Jaggedstar didnât say that to the clan.
Instead, she framed it as one final mercy: Thornstrike would be taken to a kittypet and a twoleg who might help him. The murmuring grew louder. Shock, disbelief.
Jaggedstar didnât wait for silence
She raised her voice and continued, announcing that the abandoned twoleg nest would now be undisputed SaltClan territory.
Some cats argued immediately, but Jaggedstar stood firm.
Given the severity of Thornstrikeâs patrolâs crimes, SaltClan held the advantage. If DuskClan pushed too hard, SaltClan could call on OakClan or HoneyClan â and few would blame them for it. A full-scale war was possible.
Jaggedstar wouldnât allow that.
âSaltClan demanded Scorchvein and Sparkclaw be exiled permanently,â she told them, âand Thornstrike executed.â
Gasps broke out across the clearing.
Wolfstar nearly laughed.
Jaggedstar pressed on, explaining that she would not lose three warriors â not with leaf-bare approaching. And despite Thornstrikeâs betrayal, she refused to sentence him to death.
Some cats nodded in agreement, their faces stony and worn.
Then Jaggedstar addressed the clanâs dwindling herb stores, a problem worsened by the injuries from the rogue patrol and a poor harvest.
Wolfstar frowned at that â she hadnât realized things were so bad.
The compromise, Jaggedstar said, was simple: in exchange for the nest, SaltClan would drop demands regarding the herb use and the full exiles. Jaggedstar mourned the loss of the territory, but she would not risk war â not when the nest was barely fruitful, not when DuskClan was strained.
The dishonor burned, she said, but with the remaining herbs and two strong warriors returning before the end of leaf-fall, they would endure.
By the time she was finished, the clan had shifted. Heads lifted. Spines straightened. A slow ripple of cheers spread across the camp.
DuskClan was hers again.
And Wolfstar, from her place in the den, watched the tide turn.
While Jaggedstar spoke with Blackhowl and Cinderfur, Wolfstar slipped away quietly to return to SaltClan. A few DuskClan cats eyed her, but Bluetail and Shadepaw nodded politely as she passed. Bluetail lifted her tail, motioning for her to pause.
âWolfstar, Jaggedstar asked me to take you to the border,â Bluetail said.
âThank you.â Wolfstar nodded, glancing at Shadepaw. âCongratulations on your new apprentice. Jaggedstar mentioned you had one graduate recently.â
Bluetail puffed up with pride, her earlier hostility forgotten. âYes, I trained Inktail. Theyâre a fine code keeper.â
Wolfstar smiled, letting the blue molly lead the way.
âDo you mind if Shadepaw joins us?â Bluetail asked, watching her closely.
âOf course not,â Wolfstar replied, nodding to the nervous apprentice. âItâs not a very exciting walk.â
Shadepaw chuckled awkwardly as he followed, head low. âI think Iâve had enough excitement to last a season.â
âDonât jinx it, kit,â Bluetail huffed, though it was half-hearted. She walked ahead, tail flicking. âWhen escorting a cat, someone leads and someone follows. That way if anything strange happens, a DuskClan cat will notice first and act.â
Wolfstar didnât respond, but the lesson made her smile. Bluetail was a few seasons older, a code keeper trained by Jaggedstar. She could recognize a passed-down teaching.
The walk was brief. Bluetail spoke mostly to her apprentice, pointing out landmarks so even if he was half-blind he could find his way. When they reached the border, the trio bowed politely. Shadepaw hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something.
âGo on, spit it out before sheâs gone,â Bluetail huffed. His tail puffed at her words. âNo one else is listening.â
Wolfstar waited patiently as the apprentice scuffed his paws in the dirt. Neither adult rushed him.
âIâm sorry for the ambush,â he mumbled. âIf Iâd known⊠I wouldnât have gone.â
Wolfstar purred gently and glanced at Bluetail, who gave a small nod. She stepped forward and touched her nose to Shadepawâs forehead.
âIt mustâve been scaryâyour first battle, protecting your sister and kin,â she said softly. âYou did your best. Donât let it weigh you down.â
Shadepaw didnât cry, but he looked like he wanted to. Bluetail said nothing, though her silence wasnât judgmental. He turned away to face her instead, and with a final nod, the warriors separated.
Back in camp, Wolfstar gave a brief update before calling Lynxdawn and asking her to prepare a basket and come along.
Of course, half the camp tried to follow, but Wolfstar firmly told them she was visiting a former DuskClan queen who might need help. Shadowdive and Mallowstripe caught her just before she left, pressing close and grooming her.
âYou smell like a pine tree,â Shadowdive muttered under his breath.
She laughed and almost dunked herself in a tide pool before setting off.
Lynxdawn instructed Ripplepaw and Otterpaw to help Mallowstripe prepare hot water for a bath. She told Snowspeckle to make a nets in the nursery. Then, basket in tow, she and Wolfstar returned to the abandoned nest, pausing along the way to refresh the border.
âWolfstar,â came Jaggedstarâs voice before the patrol was even in view. âWeâre ready.â
Flanking her were Blackhowl and Cinderfur. The older molly hobbled stiffly but kept pace.
âLead the way,â Wolfstar said with a nod to Blackhowl.
The group set off in silence, crossing into Twolegplace. The outer edges of the neighborhood were overgrown and crumbling, the fences sagging. The scent of prey lingered alongside that of other catsâlikely a favored hunting spot.
They approached a peculiar structure that looked half-monster, its body fused to large black wheels. It hadnât moved in moons; grass grew thick around its base. From beneath a brush pile, a pair of wide eyes blinked.
âMom? Dad?â Nighthowlâs voice was hoarse, startled.
She boltedâbut barely made it a few fox-lengths before Wolfstar stepped in front of her. Face to face now, the younger molly dropped to the ground, belly pressed to the dirt.
Once, she mightâve been the mirror of her father. Now, Nighthowl was a wraith. Her black coat hung like loose leather over sharp ribs, her belly swollenâwas it pregnancy, or worms?
âNighthowl, itâs alright.â Cinderfur limped forward, draping her tail over her daughter.
âIâm Lynxdawn,â the cleric said gently, placing the basket down. âThis is Wolfstar, SaltClanâs leader.â
Wolfstar offered a warm smile, though Nighthowlâs eyes darted frantically.
âWe brought supplies,â she said softly. âCinderfur told us your Twolegs left you.â
Nighthowl trembled, glancing to her mother. Blackhowl stepped in to nuzzle her cheek.
âThey left last moon,â Nighthowl whispered. âI found out I was pregnant a few days after.â
âHere, have some minnows,â Lynxdawn offered, pulling a pawful from the basket. âI brought chamomile, burnet, and raspberry leaves too. Are you feeling sick?â
Nighthowl looked to Jaggedstar. âWhatâs going on? Iâve never heard of this clan.â
âTheyâre new,â Cinderfur explained. âWolfstar is Jaggedstarâs kit. They want to help.â
The queen fluffed up, anxiety thick in her scent. Wolfstar leaned close, touching noses. From here, she could see bald patches, dull fur, a faint stink of infection.
âWe have a place for you, if you want it,â Wolfstar said. âSaltClan would welcome you.â
âNo, noâI canât hunt, I canât fight.â Nighthowlâs eyes misted. âIâm useless!â
Her parents pressed close.
âYouâre not useless!â
âThereâs plenty you can do!â
Wolfstar snorted, startling the group. Her ear flicked.
âI donât care,â she said simply.
The others froze.
âI donât care if you canât contribute a single thing to the clan,â she continued. âYouâre pregnant. Youâre starving. You need help, and we can help you. Thatâs what matters.â
After a long moment, Nighthowl nodded.
Lynxdawn gave her strengthening herbs and more minnows. On the walk back, it became clear how weak she was. She stumbled often, bumping into everything. Her nerves were obvious, but eventually, they reached the SaltClan border.
Jaggedstar and the Saltclan pair sat on opposite ends of the crumbling nest, waiting as the family spoke privately. Once goodbyes were said, the trio set off.
SaltClanâs camp overwhelmed her. She trembled, watching each cat approach with curious stares. One by one, they came to greet her. Lynxdawn never left her side as Wolfstar introduced her and gave orders for the day.
âOh, you must be exhausted! Iâm Snowspeckle, deputy and artisan. This is my apprentice, Kelppaw,â she said warmly. âAnd this is Coralpaw, our mediator apprentice. Weâve made you a nest in the nursery.â
âTh-thank you.â Nighthowl ducked her head.
âWeâve prepared a bath,â Lynxdawn added. âWeâll need to treat you for fleas and worms.â
She gestured to Mallowstripe and Otterpaw. âBring the large tub we got from Capriâs,â she told Otterpaw. âAnd weâll start filling it.â
âTo feed her,â she added to Mallowstripe, âoffer small, frequent meals. Soup and stews, nothing too heavy or chunky. No mash yetâweâll ease her back into eating.â
Nighthowl stayed silent, taking in the camp. She didnât recognize anyone from her past, though she noticed a few suspicious stares. The black molly near the deputy looked wary, as did a large brown tabby. But Wolfstarâs warm gaze and gentle touch were enough for now.
The tub was largeâtoo large for clan-made tools. Wolfstar explained it came from the trading post. Jade had called the material âplastic.â
Several cats worked to fill it with hot water, mixing in sea water from the tide pools. Lynxdawn stirred it with her paw, ensuring it was the right temperature.
A smaller black molly approached with a basket. âHereâs what you prepared earlier.â
âThanks, Thistle,â Lynxdawn chirped.
She poured in lavender oil first. âGood for fleas,â she explained. Then yarrow oil. âIt helps clean and loosen mats.â
Thistle nodded along to the explanation, taking the empty jars and bowls as the cleric worked.
The bath wasnât exactly comfortable, but the warm water soothed Nighthowl after the long journey. Wolfstar stayed close, helping work the oils into her tangled coat.
Otterpaw returned again, a bundle of herbs clenched in his jaws. He dropped them by the bath with a soft thump, then quickly sat back as if unsure whether to stay. Lynxdawn nodded gratefully, already sorting through the bundle with her paws.
Nighthowl sat hunched in the water, her body rigid. Her tail had uncoiled, hanging limp in the bath, and the mats of her fur sagged now that they were wet. Her eyes stared ahead, fixed on nothing. She didnât flinch when Mallowstripe padded into view with a bowl of thin broth, or when Ripplepaw brought over a pale, sand-smoothed shell.
The younger apprentice dipped the shell in and carefully let water run over Nighthowlâs shoulders. She didnât react. She breathed. That was all.
âWeâre going to start trimming, alright?â Lynxdawnâs voice was low, calm. âThis will help with the mats. Youâre safe.â
She didnât wait for a responseânone cameâbut instead nodded to Mallowstripe. The cook stepped forward and offered her the soup first. âItâs just broth, fish bone stock,â he said. âSoft. Easy.â
Nighthowl blinked. Her head twitched toward the bowl like she had just noticed it. She took one lap. Then another.
The sharpened shell in Lynxdawnâs grip glinted faintly as she worked. Her paws were precise, steady, tracing along the worst of the matting. The wet clumps came away slowly, sliding into the water or landing in little heaps beside the bath.
Mallowstripe crouched by Nighthowlâs other side, ready with a pawful of moss to wipe away each trimmed section.
Still, Nighthowl didnât move. Her breath was steady but shallow. Her ears were slightly tilted back, her posture frozen between collapse and withdrawal. When Ripplepaw brushed her shoulder with his tail, she flinched so hard the water rippled.
âEasy,â Lynxdawn murmured. âYouâre doing fine. Weâve got you.â
A heavy silence fell over the grooming. Only the soft splashes of water and the wet scrape of shell against fur filled the air. A few times, Mallowstripe whispered something reassuring, but Nighthowl didnât seem to hear.
Finally, when most of the thickest mats had been removed and her fur lay wet but flat, Lynxdawn stepped back. âThatâs enough for now. Letâs get you dried and warm.â
She didnât speak.
Otterpaw helped her step out of the tub, leading her to the oven fire. She kept her eyes downcast as several cats began sharing tongues with her, another small bowl given to her. Raspberry leaf tea, she tried to focus on drinking. She dried quickly, less fur to worry about, Lynxdawn encouraged her to stand again.
They wrapped her in the leathers, guiding her toward the nursery. She walked like a ghost, as if her body was still deciding whether or not it belonged here.
Wolfstar stood aside as she passed. She didnât say anything either. She just watched.
Snowspeckle and Mallowstripe had already prepared a nest. Briarkit peeked from the far side of the den but didnât approach. The air was hushed, reverent.
Nighthowl collapsed into the nest without protest. For a moment, she simply lay there, eyes wide, curled up like she was bracing for claws.
Instead, Snowspeckle crouched near the entrance, her voice low as she glanced toward Wolfstar. âSheâs quiet, but resting.â
Wolfstar nodded. Her jaw was tight. âGood. Let her sleep.â
Together they left the nursery.
Outside, Lynxdawn leaned close to Mallowstripe. âCan you stay with her tonight? See if she has any meaningful dreams.â
He nodded, tail low. âIâll make a stew of mushrooms and hare for her in the morning.â
Mallowstripe entered the den quietly, lying by the entrance, Nighthowl didnât seem to hear him. Or if she did, she gave no sign.
Cat allegiances:
Wolfstar- 24 moons. Leader. Responsible. Compassionate. Natural intuition. Apprentice- Ripplepaw & Dropletpaw.
Lynxdawn- 19 moons. Lead Cleric. Thoughtful. Faithful. Good teacher.
Snowspeckle- 35 moons. Deputy. Artisan. Loving. Thoughtful. Good singer. Apprentice- Kelppaw
Nighthowl- 75 moons. Former kittypet. Insecure. Lonesome. Watches humans. Condition: pregnant. Torn pelt.
Nightleap- 39 moons. Warrior. Insecure. Sneaky. Incredible runner. Apprentice- Coralpaw.
Thistle-29 moons. Warrior. Troublesome. Thoughtful. Keen eye. Condition: Broken back & recovering from birth.
Mallowstripe- 25 moons. Camp keeper. Nervous. Careful. Strange dreamer.
Shadowdive- 23 moons. Warrior. Blood thirsty. Loyal. Good swimmer. Apprentice- Otterpaw & Sandpaw.
Ripplepaw - 11 moons. Warrior apprentice. Troublesome. Adventurous. Fast runner. Mentor- Wolfstar.
Otterpaw - 11 moons. Warrior apprentice. Insecure. Childish. Good swimmer. Mentor- Shadowdive.
Dropletpaw- 6 moons. Historian apprentice. Skittish. Shy. Interested in clan history.
Kelppaw- 6 moons. Artisan apprentice. Charming. Quiet. Plays in mud.
Coralpaw- 6 moons. Mediator apprentice. Noisy. Bossy. Never sits still.
Sandpaw- 6 moons. Warrior apprentice. Impulsive. Noisy. Moss ball hunter
Briarkit- 1/2 moon. Inquisitive. Shy. Picky nest builder.
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Moon 18 - Fall
Moon Events:
Icystarâs and Sapflowâs kits have reached the age of 6 moons old and have been made apprentices! Loudpaw has gone from self-conscious to insecure, Ashpaw has gone from impulsive to charismatic, Sootpaw has gone from sweet to compassionate, and Icepaw has gone from bullying to cold!
Due to the lack of warriors, Icystar and Sapflow have decided they will mentor their children together with Icystar putting more focus on Loudpaw as the Leader Heir.
On the other hand, Sootpaw has decided to train as a healer with Mulberrystripe as her mentor. To her surprise, sheâs also been promoted to the role of Healer Heir.
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YEAR 2, MOON 6
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