Five moons had past.

Hollyberry had Horsebreath's kits. She had four but, one died. She named the surviving three Redkit (a red colored tortisehell she cat with bright green eyes), Crowkit(a solid black tom with one red ear with orange eyes) and last Briarkit(a dark brown tortisehell she cat with Amber eyes).

Cloudpaw gained full medicine cat name. He is now called Cloudpool.

Sootpaw, Foxpaw and Loudpaw also gained their warrior names. Sootpaw is now called, Sootfeather. Foxpaw is now called, Foxtooth. And Loudpaw is now called Loudowl.

Dustfur moved to the elders den.

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Light filters through the brambles that protected the nursery. Sweetkit blinked, her eyes adjusting to the blinding light. She yawned and realized that everyone in the nursery was asleep. 'I want to bring Tigerstrike some fresh caught prey,' she thought kindly.

She creeps slowly out of the nursery and darts through the dirtplace and squeezes into the secret hole that leads out to the forest. As she reaches the other side she gasps at how huge the forest was. Suddenly she hears falling pawsteps approaching. She quickly darts into a fern bush that's surrounded by mushrooms.

As the paws trod closer she holds her breath,'please Starclan don't let them catch me.' She can now see Horsebreath leading the patrol with a squirrel and two mice in his mouth along with Frostfang and Nightfall both carrying their prey. They draw closer and her tail twitches, crackling some dry leaves. "What was that," Frostfang mumbles through furs and feathers. "Oh it was probably a mole or something come on the clan needs this prey," mews Horsebreath.

"More like Hollyberry needs to fatten herself up even more than she was with kits,"mutters Nightfall. If Horsebreath heard he didn't show any sign. Frostfang perks his ears one more time then shrugs and follows the other toms. Sweetkit breaths a sigh of relief and sniffs for prey hoping to find anything.

She suddenly hears rustling above, catching sight of a sparrow feeding her chicks. Slowly Sweetkit climbs up the tree, hoping that her pelt would blend in with the trunk. Clawing on a branch beside it and swaying her tail slightly for balance Sweetkit tastes the air and realize it's blowing toward the bird, carrying her scent. It squawks and spreads its wings trying to flutter off. She leaps for it and hooks her claws on its chest and realizes there's no branches under her in mid air. She plummets down, and lands with a bone cracking thud,and yowls in pain before passing out.