Oh, yes, ShyPeakock, I was thinking that there could be a love interest with Thornpaw and Dapplepaw! Maybe something that's been going on for a long time? If not, that's okay!

Also, I will re-post Thornpaw's dream, just because when I posted it, I had to get off REALLY soon after it, so no time for revision (Which I actually don't do that often, but still it was pretty bad;y described).

Thornpaw was suddenly yanked out of pleasant unconciousness into a dream...

My paws hit brown packed damp earth, unpleasantly sticky. I look around to my surroundings, a wet tropical-looking forest, at first look pleasantly green... I look closer to a flourishing-seeming tree and-I recoil in disgust. Slimy white maggots are eating the tree from inside out-the entire forest smells of decay.... rotting wood mignling with... the smell of rotting.... crow-food! Carrion.... I start-screaming cats. The sound electrifies me, making me jump. It comes again, high, disturbingly high, yowling of pain beyond comparison, I turn and run through the forest, as I run suddenly the forest seems to be quickly rotting from inside out, revaling a wasteland of death and decay-I leap over a stump already turning to dust-I catch glimpses of the screaming cats, I propell myself further. And suddenly I feel like I'm wading through thick wet muddy bog, I glance down, and open my mouth, snarling in disgust. The trees behind me are melting-no, almost disintegrating, into writhing masses of mushy wood with maggots and worms squirming in it, slowly spreading over the forest floor, I'm stuck in it, the touch makes me feel rage, distrust, anger, I feel like the essence of decay is absorbing into my fur. I see the sky turn blood-red, the sun seemingly vanished. I turn around frantically, still hearing the frightening caterwauling of cats, seeing them just out of my reach, and see other cats also stuck in the bog-a queen, warriors, medicine cats, apprentices, so many other cats also struggling in the hellish (is that okay admins?) bog, trying to reach the other cats. The mush has reached my chest, in seconds it will start to suffocate me, and then.... terrifying coolness, coldnesss starts to tingle at my paws, I look down. I try to move, but y paws are rooted to the ground, thorns are growing quickly up my leg, fusing with it, I'm becoming one with the thorns, they accelerate, spreading accross the bog, leaving nothing but terrifying cold, cold beyond measure, and yet beneath that sweltering heat. Spreading accross the desolate plain that was once a forest, to horizon to horizon-and I feel like a cat is slowly clawing away at my mind, madness welling up instead of blood, coherant thoughts being consumed by red darkness, anger and grief and betrayal-, the cats screaming and wailing all the time-and suddenly I am one with the thorns, rising up into the face of a medicine apprentice, thrashing wildly in the thorns, trying to escape-NO, DAPPLEPAW-The thorns force aside my thoughts, spreading numbing coldness, she turns and I look into her face, my thorns becoming claws tearing at her fur, she stares at my face with revulsion and fright-

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O-oooookay, please give me your honest opinions if that was too much.... mebbe went a little too overboard with that....... heheheh....... 

@Chinchilla, yeah, she probably wouldn’t put him on probation or slow down the process to becoming warrior. However, she would be angry at him, and I think I’m going to build off of that. 

Silverstar~

I storm out of the medicine cat den, and straight to mine. Once I get inside, I yowl and lash out at the walls, the bedding, and everything inside until it’s all torn apart and my den looks like a massacred cave. 

My breathing is ragged, and I stare at the floor. How dare this happen? How dare Starclan let this happen now?

I hear a sniff at the entrance to my den and watch as my brother makes his way inside. 

“You alright, Silverstar?”

I scoff. “Dandy. As you can tell.”

Nighthorn tilts his head. “I could hear you from the outside. Both times. When you were with Thornpaw and just now when you had a tantrum.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay.”

Nighthorn sighs. “What’s on your mind? You’ve never been that mad at Thornpaw. You almost got...Well, you almost got angry, and I haven’t seen you get angry since-“

“No,” I interrupt. “We don’t bring up those times.”

He nods respectfully, and his tail flicks, waiting for me to continue. 

“We’ve known Thornpaw since birth,” I begin. “We know of his...violent issues,” I say carefully. “Starclan knows of it too...Nighthorn, I don’t want anyone dead, in either clans-“

“It won’t come to that.”

“How can you be sure?” I ask. “This is like taking a chapter out of Strikefang’s story all over again.”

“He will not turn into our father,” Nighthorn reassures. “I will make sure of that. You will make sure of that.”

I nod, though still uncertain. 

“The Gathering is in one night,” Nighthorn says. “Are you going to postpone Thornpaw’s ceremony?”

“No,” I reply shortly. I then sigh. “I’m not mad at him...I’m just- Well, I’m just mad at what could happen. I fear for him. He’s a brilliant cat. I love him dearly, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. He needs to be careful. But I will not delay his ceremony. He deserves to be a warrior.”

Nighthorn nods in understanding before turning to leave. 

I sigh. Back in the simple days, when it was just Nighthorn, Silverheart, and their mother Pearlwing, there was peace. Then it was Nighthorn, Silverheart, and no Pearlwing. Now it is Nighthorn and Silverstar. No Strikefang. No Pearlwing. No happy family. No peace. 

I"m so sorry I've not been posting! I'm going to post on Saterday, a real post. I've been busy with school. 

I think that everyone can RP as Oak. 

@Chinchila-- I was thinking that maybe Thornpaw could be Oak's kit? You don't have to if you don't want to.

Also if one of Oak's kit's is in a clan there should be one in the others. Maybe Fallowpaw could be Oak's kit as well and that's why she was watching im ;). All what we need is one of Oak's kits in Moonclan.

Oak's a female. Also, how old is Thornpaw. For some reasson I'm having trouble finding his charrie sheet. Was Thornpaw's old name Silverpaw? Because if that's so I'm going to change Fallowpaw's age to eight moons. He just got a little late start to become an apprentice.

ALSO I'M STILL LOOKING FOR A MENTOR FOR RIPPLEPAW! PLEASE HURRY SO I CAN RP AS HER. 

Oak~~~

I stalk through the underbrush following the sound of happy cats. I look over at Rain and whisper

"Be very quiet, I'm going to take you to see your brother." 

She nods.

Perhaps I should of left her with that last clan... Moonclan. But she's my baby girl, how would I live without her?

We reach the clearing and I look over the edge of it. There's Fallowpaw! Personaly I would of perphered the name Claw, but I never got the chance to choose the name. 

"That's my brother! He looks so skinny." Rain hisses in disapontment. 

"Shush." I hiss. 

Fallowpaw looks up, and for a second he catches my eyes. My breath leaves, I had half convinsed myself that he wouldn't have blue eyes... Quickly I shut them. When I open my eyes he's gone. Slowly I ease myself out of the bushes, and with Rain following behind I head back to my camp.

Fallowpaw~~

It's been two days sence I was apprenticed to the leader and I've already seen so much! Today we're going to do battle practice and I can't wait!!!   

"Are you ready Fallowpaw?" Birdstar asks.

"YES!!" I shout. 

"OK then, follow me!" Birdstar says, racing out of camp.

Swiftly I follow her soon we arrive at the mossy clearing where battle practice is held. Birdstar sits in the clearing waiting for me.

"Attack me." She says.

I crouc down, looking at her. It puzzles me why I have to attack her instead of learning some battle moves first. She's smaller than me! I realize. I guess that's what I get for starting my apprenticeship late. Slowly I let my eyes wander around the clearing.... then I leap. Surprised, Birdstar jumps out of the way. With my back turn, I'm vurnible to attack... and that's just what I want. She leaps onto my back, and digs her claws in slightly. I drop to the forest floor, squishing her beneath me. Then I leap up, and before she can move I jab my claws into her belly. I leap back, horrified. Did I just? Looking down paw, I can see it covered in blood. Birdstar lays twiching on the ground. I can see that I made a killing blow, right into her heart.

"Birdstar... I'm sorry!" I moan, easing down next to her.  

Slowly she stills, and her eyes glaze over. I lay next to her waiting for her to awake. Gasping she opens her eyes and rolls over.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"Fallowpaw, why did you kill me?" She asks.

"I... I... didn't mean to! I guess I just got sucked into the fight. And forgot that it was claws sheathed." I mumble.

She looks at me.

"Fallowpaw, that move you used to kill me... that is an advanced move that only some warriors know how to do. And only some will use it. I was surprised at how well you fought. Why did you leap without looking at me?" She asks.

"I memorized where you were. I also heard you breathing, and the wind was blowing your scent right to me. I knew that if I leaped with looking at you, you would bat me away. And if I jumped like that, without looking at you you would jump to the side surprised, leaving me with the sun in my eyes. So I jumped without looking." I say.

"I see." She says, "Tell me, what would this move be best used for." 

She leaps straight up into the air, and lands on an imaganary beast.

"Badger or another cat." I say.

"Fallowpaw, I don't think battle practice will be nessacary. You were gifted with the knowladge of how to battle, and dare I say it... statagizing." She says. 

She leaves the clearing leaving me behind with my troubled thoughts. Slowly I start cleaning up the bloody moss, thinking how bad it would be if someone found it.

"Good job my kit, I knew you could do it." A strange purr fills the air.

"Who are you!" I shout.

But the voice never answers.

Birdstar~~

I enter the camp and call Navyfoot over to my den. He enters looking confused.

"Navyfoot, I have just lost a life." I say.

"HOW?" He roars.

"Shhh. Fallowpaw killed me." I say.

He sits in stunned silence.

"I don't want you telling the camp. Let's keep this between us." I say.

He comes over and licks me. I'm overwhelmed for a moment, reminded of the time when he and I where just young happy warriors... who had planned for kits.

"How many do you have left?" He says.

I sigh. "One"

Then I leap up, and exit the clearing to clear my head.  

I'm assuming Oak is a he, so sorry if i got it wrong, and this takes place the night of Thornpaw and Newtpaw's interrupted duel)

Dapplepaw--------------------------------------- 

It had been several weeks since Dapplepaw's dream, but it still consumed her thoughts. She remembered a cat in Duskclan was named Thornpaw? Would he threaten the Clans? Stop, she scolded herself, You have other things to think about. She had disguised her scent with a perticularly strong scented herb from the medicine den. She was creeping slowly through the underbrush, getting closer to the Duskclan border, when a rustle in the nearby bushes startled her. Could it be Twistedpaw? This wasn't the meeting place. But when she looked up, she saw a full grown cat with darker fur and amber[or was it yellow] eyes. It wasn't a face she knew. "Who-who are you?" she asked timidly. Amber eyes flicked in her direction, looking her up and down. There was a force in them that was not to be trifled with. "No one of consequence," said the stranger. He definetely wasn't a Clan cat. Was he a rogue? A loner? Something else? Should she be kicking him out? "Are you supposed to be here?" she asked defiantly. His intimidating-ness seemed to go out of him. "Please don't tell them,"" he pleaded. Dapplepaw looked away. This loner didn't seem dangerous. It felt wrong to kick him out just beceause he'd wandered over the border. "Okay," she sighed, "I won't. Just... just be careful, alright?" The stranger nodded ever so slightly and slunk away. Dapplepaw stared after him, trying to place where she'd seen him before. She continued to sneak toward the meeting place. Suddenly screams of cats broke out over the border. What had happened? Was Twistedpaw alright? Was that his cry? Dapplepaw paused, listening. She didn't know, but she was curious, so she crept towards it. After a while the caterwhauls stopped, but curiostity kept Dapplepaw inching onward. Suddenly, she emerged in a clearing. The clearing was littered with blood and tufts of fur. But that wasn't what caused Dapplepaw's eyes to widen in dismay. It was Twistedpaw's blood. She was sure of it. His scent was all over this clearing, in addition to to other apprentices' scents. Thornpaw and what was his name? Lizardpaw? Frogpaw? Newtpaw? Yes, she thought it was Newtpaw. Twistedpaw had told her that Newtpaw was a bully, but he didn't seem like it was to the point of... what even was this? She didn't even smell any other Clans! Was this a duel? A skirmish? A battle? And Thornpaw! Thornpaw! The prophecy suddenly flashed through her head. Was it coming true? Had Thornpaw hurt him? What in Starclan had even happened? Dapplepaw sheathed and unsheathed her claws, trying to calm down. Well, Twistedpaw certainly won't be able to meet you tonight, she thought. She carefully turned tail, realizing there was nothing she could do short of marching into Duskclan camp. The Gathering was in 3 days anyway. She could ask him there. She bounded all the way back to camp and went back to a very fitful and worried sleep, filled with confusing dreams, none of which she remembered. Well, none exept the last one: She had been sitting somewhere, a rocky cliff maybe, where she could see the sky. It had been one of those rare moments when you could see the sun and the moon at the same time, at dusk. The sun had been at one horizon, the moon at the other. The moon was bathing the sky around it in a silver glow, the first warriors of Starclan showing up around it. The sun was on the other, illuminating it with fiery glory and for some reason they were the same size and the dusk in between them was beutiful too, streaked with purple and blue and pink and orange and indigo. And she was sitting there watching it when she noticed saplings, growing all around her, their growth impended by rocks. Frowning, she moved the rocks away, and the saplings grew. They didn't stop. They grew and grew and grew and grew. They grew into huge trees, into a wall of wood, blocking the sky behind them. Frightened, she turned around and saw sillhuetes of cats. Cats fighting, killing. Cats sneaking and sulking and lying and capturing. She turned back, just as woody thorns sprouted from the wall, coming for her. She ran, ran towards the cats. As she got closer, the sillhuetes smudged and blurred together, turning into a huge black abyss as the thorns caught up to her, scratching her and drawing blood. The thorns turned into claws again, still pushing her towards the abyss. The same eyes flashed, and, the instant before she was shoved into the abyss, time seemed to freeze. For just an instant, she caught the words, "The wind will meet its fate at the time of the eclipse of the moon. Dark lies will be born of oak. The fate of moon, sun, and dusk approaches." And then she was pushed into the darkness of the abyss and it blotted out the stars. Then she had woken up. But she couldn't remember what kind of wood it had been, or which cats she had seen, or what the eyes had looked like.

Oak's a female.