A mostly white tortoiseshell molly with most of the colours near hear back legs and tail, tiny ears, pale green eyes, a torn ear, and a thick tail.

Sweetpaw's poisoning is now a more major event. More cats in Thunderclan end up sick, with Pinestar even losing a life due to it, and Weedwhisker dying. In pure desperation, Featherwhisker goes to Brambleberry and asks for help.

Due to a Shypaw's food poisoning death years back from Mapleshade's curse, Riverclan has become EXTREMELY vigilant about food poisoning and how to get through it. Brambleberry saves Sweetpaw, and Sweetpaw takes the name Sweetberry to honor her.

To say Thistleclaw does not take this well is an understatement. He berates her constantly, not that she almost died, he was worried, but that a "fish muncher" saved her, and she chose to honour her by taking up half her name. Names are sacred, and she has ruined hers. She might as well be half-clan.

Sweetberry goes as low contact as possible with him. She is done with her brother. Besides, she has a big dream! She wants to become a Camp Keeper, and have an apprentice. She doesn't get along with Smallear at all, and wants to do better than him.

She was Camp Keeper, head of the group before signing it over to Mousefur not long before Rusty joined Thunderclan. She is friends with Russetmoth and Silverbreeze, Willowpelt's parents, and when Silverbreeze passes away, she makes sure to help pass along the skill if Glyphs to Brackenpaw, temporarily becoming Glyphs Master to train him up, since she perfected Glyphs to be able to communicate easily with Silverbreeze, Willowpelt's mother, who was deaf.

Rosetail got to mentor Cricketkit, and Sunstar liked to pair sibling apprentices with sibling mentors (a trend that Bluestar, Firestar, and Bramblestar would mostly continue). If Featherkit had lived, Sweetberry would have gotten to be his mentor, the little tom having sadly passed from Fading Kitten Syndrome. Thistleclaw had got to mentor Tigerkit, and while Mistkit, his sister, did make it, she was given a different mentor due to Sweetberry having been suffering from a sprained leg at the time (something Thistleclaw still tried to make fun of her for, she just ignored him)

She finally get the apprentice she dreamed of when Brindleface's son, Tulipkit, becomes Tulip-paw, assigned to be mentored by Sweetberry. Though his apprenticeship is held for far too long due to Bluestar's deteriorating mental state, Sweetberry was always proud of him, and was overjoyed when he finally became Tulipfur.

She refuses to retire during The Darkest Hour, but during Graystripe's Clan (then) she finally takes the rest she has earned. She travels with the Clans during The Journey, helping Frostfur and Loudbelly make the trip, since no elders are getting left behind.

DAY 9, A GOOD BOY!!! Tumblenose, warrior of Moorclan!

Tumblenose is the twin brother of Squirrelspring and older brother of Rosepaw, the son of deceased Silverbreeze and living Primrosefur.

Longshade - Riverclan. Gray tom with a black back and a stump tail. A hot-headed supporter of Graystripe. During the Tigerclan era, he is revealed to be not fully clan born and made an example of. He starves to death because he gives any food he does get to Featherpaw and Stormpaw. He was mentored by Lakeshine. Skyheart is carrying his kits but she only finds out after he is dead. The kits are: Pinefur and Icewing.

Fallensmoke - Windclan. Weaselfur was split into 2 characters, this is the other one. A gray-and-white molly with amber eyes. Kestralflight's sister, she was mates with Redwillow, but broke up with him after she got pregnant, finding out that he was training in the Dark Forest frightened her off, especially since all she wanted was to protect their kits. She becomes a permanent Queen after, and is Head Queen at the end of TBC. She is a refugee in Thunderclan during AVOS.

Fidgetflower - Shadowclan. Fidgety black and ginger molly with long fur. Flintfang's mate, she does not speak out against injustice out of terror for herself and her child, but after the Battle of Bloodclan, she gains not only scars, but courage. She fights bravely to support Onewhisker as a leader. She retires after the battle and passes from old age in The Fourth Apprentice. Her children are Daywhisker, and later, Wanderheart (Wanderkit)

Swanpaw - Skyclan. Cream coloured molly with green eyes. Firefern and Egg's daughter who dies during early TBC during a greencough epidemic that takes one of Leafstar's lives. Mentored by Plumwillow, she has a strong sense of justice. Her death is a tragedy.

[Ghostlands: Farstrider Enclave]

The debriefing after the Deatholme operation only raised more questions. What the Farstriders and Blood Knights had thought to be a case of a necromancer-in-hiding had turned out to be much more.

While Omega Squad had fought off a small army of undead shamblers and skeletal warriors, Alpha and Beta Squads had descended into the South-East ziggurat with one objective in mind- capture or kill this necromancer.

The inside of the ziggurat was similar to Deatholme itself outdoors. It was dusky with a heavy smell of death and decay. Eerily glowing green mold had begun to form between the dark and uneven bricks. The air was stale and moist.

Blood Knights and Farstriders fought through a slew of undead mages and warriors to reach the back of the hide-out at the end of another long hallway lit only by the glow of the mold.

The group slowed to a stop before the remains of a heavy oaken door. One of the Farstriders ran his fingers over the splintered wood and trailed his eyes over the high arching stone feet above them. "Whatever came through here, it was big." His ears lowered slightly and his voice wavered.

Ten, Alpha Squad and team leader, stepped through the ruined doorway into a large pitch-black room. She motioned for Beta Squad to move off again to the right. Alpha would move left.

Both squads lit torches and began to comb the room for anything they could find. The smell of blood and decay was thicker in this room than in the halls. Each breath tasted like iron.

"Torches along the walls!" An Alpha  Blood Knight called out. His voice echoed around the stone walls and one by one the torches were lit on both ends until the room was illuminated in the flickering fire-light.

Each member stood stunned at what the light had revealed, only moving as one Farstrider shrieked and jumped to the side as her boot tapped a bloodied limb on the floor. As another looked to her, a hand moved over his mouth and vomit spewed between his fingers as he bent with suddenly shaking legs.

Tables, rows of tables, each with a body covered by white cloth stained with blood. Some had arms or legs peeking out from the cloth or hanging over the edges of the tables. The rows seemed to have been disturbed by something large moving through, some shoved, others tipped leaving the naked mutilated body laying on the cold stone.

"Beta, watch the door!" Ten called, her voice stern and brow furrowed. Her already stern face looked rather intimidating as she delivered the order.

The Beta Blood Knight patted the nauseous Farstrider's back and led him back to the doorway, the girl whom had screamed followed quickly behind, meticulous with her steps.

Ten signaled for the other three members of Alpha Squad to sweep the room. Ten herself moved from table to table, tugging down the cloths to look over the faces of the deceased. Her expression was stone cold as she analyzed each, only flinching on occasion as she uncovered those whos faces had been mutilated.

Ten lingered at one table and moved her hand to lightly touch the icy cheek of one of the scouts that had not returned to the Enclave. She recognized his face from the file. Her attention snapped away at the sound of a sudden call. "Champion! You should see this."

Ten covered the corpse again and swiftly made her way over to where the other three had gathered, one holding their torch to illuminate the lower half of a body. Shreds of heavy cloth covered masculine legs, presumably from expensive robes. From the upper half, where the body had been separated, bones were crushed and tissue was jagged with torn skin as though it had been pulled apart with force, not cut with a tool. tangled entrails spilled and led into a corner that had not been well illuminated by the torches along the wall.

"Ma'am." A female Farstrider said with a dim tone as if begging for Ten's attention. Ten looked to her with her stern expression, then followed her pointing finger to smeared blood on the floor leading from the body. Of course there would be blood but it looked like the upper half had perhaps been dragged along from the bottom.

Ten took the torch from the other and followed along the bloody trail and unwinding entrails until she reached the wall. The upper half of the body rested there, propped up with weak arms, now slouched. His eyes were open and glossed over, unfocused and dead.

Ten knelt beside the Sin'dorei man and examined him with her eyes. "Our necromancer." She said coldly, then froze as she heard a quiet breath and a whisper...

"It...worked..."

In half a blink, Ten had pulled her heavy hammer from her back and slammed it hard against the man's head and followed through until until the metal met the stone. Bone, blood, and brain matter clung to it as she pulled it away and looked over her shoulder at the others. "Take notes and gather samples, quickly, then we leave."

After the mission reports and debriefing, Eleiah made her way to the infirmary. She took a short glance at one of her comrades whom had suffered fel-fire burns on both his legs, but soon turned her attention to the young Blood Knight whom had been on Omega Squad with her and Nyxis, her mentor.

Eleiah held out a hand, her expression hard as always. The Blood Knight blinked and stared up at her nervously, though slowly reached for her hand and took it in a gentle grip. The Blood Knight winced slightly as Eleiah gripped her hand and shook it firmly. "Eleiah Silverbreeze."

"Sarana Amberlight."

Eleiah smirked. "Thank you, Sarana. Have more confidence in yourself; you did a great job. Nyxie and I owe you one or three."

Sarana's eyes widened and her lips pressed together as she tried to hold back welling tears. Eleiah blinked and made a face. "I-it's a compliment...?" She wasn't sure how to deal with crying girls, apparently.

The Blood Knight sniffled and couldn't hold them back, rubbing at her eyes with both hands as she mumbled a "Thank you!"

[The Ghostlands] Mid-Winter

The sun had yet to rise over the Ghostlands in the early morning; though some would say those forsaken lands had not seen the sun for years. The ground was solid from the relentless winter cold. The forest, the buildings, even what little actual signs of life within the lands were pale and bland. The very essence of the Ghostlands seemed to rip the brightness from anything that entered, everything but the Sin'dorei.

The Children of the Sun would not let their light falter so easily. The Farstriders at the Enclave were full of life. It was time the trainees were stationed at one of many sanctums dotting the Elven lands, leaving the usually bleak and repetitive lives of the Enclave's usual inhabitants shaken as new blood filtered in.

Eleiah Silverbreeze ran at her PT Leader's heels, forcing herself to slow her pace so that she did not outrun him all together. The other trainees followed behind in varying lengths but all were within sight when the PT Leader would glance over his shoulder for a swift headcount. "It's not about the speed, Miss Silverbreeze, it's about the endurance." The Leader said as he looked foreword again. He must have told her this every morning as she even mouthed the words along with him with a mocking expression behind his back.

"Oh? I thought this was our exercise in patience." Eleiah responded with even breaths and a confident smirk. A couple of the nearer followers chuckled, and another few exchanged confused or concerned glances.

"Watch your step!" The PT Leader called out as a twisted root jutted out of the smoothed dirt path. Most trainees managed to step over or around, a couple stumbled as their boots caught the raised tip of it, and in the very back was a yelp and a light thud. The PT Leader kept going as though he hadn't heard...perhaps he truly hadn't.

The trainees, nervous to lose track of their Leader but shy to speak up, kept their pace along with him. Eleiah's ears had perked at the sound and she glanced back to see the farthest straggler had hit the dirt with some force. The dusky filth still clouded up around her from the tumble. She rolled her eyes and made a wide arch to jog around the others to the back of the line.

Eleiah approached and leaned down only slightly as she held out a hand expectantly. "Did you not hear or did you not see?" She rolled her eyes, waiting.

The young girl laying in the dirt looked up at her, chin scraped and painted with the dull gray of the dirt. Her long elven ears wilted and tears had settled at the corner of her eyes. Eleiah wasn't even looking down at her, her eyes following the rest of the group as they ran on. "Thank...you..." She finally took Eleiah's hand and spoke between heavy breaths. She finally answered her question. "Neither..."

Eleiah finally looked at the girl as she closed her hand around her's and pulled her up. Her brow raised. "Were your eyes open?"

The girl blinked. "I..um..."

Eleiah sighed heavily. "Running with your eyes closed is stupid, you'll put yourself and your squad in danger if you're not alert."

The girl winced at Eleiah's tone and withdrew from her a bit, her hand even flinching in Eleiah's grip, which released as it did. "I'm not used to running this distance...it's cold and hard to breathe and the ground is so hard I feel the impact in my calves..." Her breathing seemed to be settling.

"What's your name?" Eleiah asked harshly.

"Lilah." The girl squeaked. "Lilah Solara."  

Eleiah took a deep breath in through her nose. "Lilah, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your chest won't feel so tight. When your legs start to hurt during an endurance run, keep running. Push past the pain and endorphins will kick in. All that pain will just go away, plus you'll get this rush like a second wind."

Lilah stared at Eleiah for a long moment and Eleiah narrowed her eyes. Her expression asked the harsh 'what?' for her. "You're not as mean as they say you are..." Lilah squeaked as she dusted herself off. She nodded, ready to run again.