Y/nstorm's P.O.V

Mossflow, Mistystorm, Stoneclaw, and I were sitting vigil in the center of the camp. My ears were picked, jaw open just a little. Stoneclaw had his ears pricked as well, claws unsheathed. Mistystorm also had her claws unsheathed, pelt bristling. Mossflow was half asleep so I reached a paw over and prodded her, which then set her into defense mode, ears pricked, eyes wide, claws unsheathed and pelt bristling as though facing two enemies at once. That's when I heard it. I stood up and flicked Mistystorm, Stoneclaw, and Mossflow across the flanks and pointed with my tail at the gorse tunnel. We instinctively formed a line and bushed our pelts up, a yowl, distant but close at the same time, sounded from the top of the ravine, four cats slunk into the camp. I looked at my littermates and drew my tail across my jaw, signaling silence. I recognized RiverClan scent and saw two very familiar pelts. Oakheart. My father. Crookedstar. My father's brother. Oakheart leaned towards Crookedstar and whispered something, eyes round. I pricked my ears. "Crookedstar I can't fight these cats. They're my kits!" He hissed quietly. I padded up to Crookedstar. "What do you want? You are interrupting a sacred vigil." I flicked my tail one way and then the other. Mistystorm ran to the warriors' den and Stoneclaw ran to Sunstar's den. Mossflow stood in front of the nursery, pelt bushed up. The deputy, my mother, Bluefur, immediately ran through to stand by my side, eyes boring into Oakheart's with such deep love and hurt that she bristled in fear. She flicked her tail and ran out of the tunnel, Oakheart following her soon after. Thistleclaw, Tigerclaw, Adderfang, and Sunstar soon joined me.

~Six moons later~

I purred, chest puffed out with pride. Riverpaw, my new apprentice, bouncing around me. Stoneclaw had been given Smallpaw, Mistystorm had begged to mentor Excitedpaw. Mossflow had been given clumsy little Nightpaw.