[[Thank you so much for helping me claim the prophecy cat spot, TLD :) ]]

[[Psh, same here xP Oh yeah, I also added setting. You might wanna check that out O.o ]]

 Sunflare shyly poked his head out of his den. He breathed a sigh of relief when he smelled no signs of fox. "The vigil last night was terrible." He murmured, recalling his memories of seeing Froststar's white fur and Flamestorm's familiar ginger pelt. Flamestorm was his mentor, and the two were close, almost kin. Sunflare sighed. "How am I going to be a good deputy?" He asked, looking up at the sky. "Why did you pick me, out of all these cats, Froststar?" He continued babbling to the sky, eventually giving up.

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Dawnhaze stumbled out of the warrior's den, yawning. "So bright today." She murmured, looking up at the sky. "Good morning, Sunflare." She said to the new deputy. "It's a nice day today." She mewed pleasantly. Sunflare nodded in reply, turning away and heading to Skystar's den. Dawnhaze rolled her eyes. "He's too anxious about being the new deputy." She told herself. 

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Daypaw had a strange dream. She was in a bright, sunny field. Daypaw loved these kind of dreams, where she did nothing but roll around and chase butterflies. But then the sky turned black, blacker than leaf-fall's night. Daypaw also felt a cold breeze, shivering as it blew past. Amber eyes blinked open in the sky, making the apprentice cry out in shock. Fangs were bared at her, as Daypaw heard a familiar fox-growl, one she only heard yesterday. "Stay. Away." She told the eyes in a shaky voice. The fox-eyes widened, and disappeared, leaving a pathetic yipping sound. Stunned, Daypaw settled down, watching the sky return to a day-blue, matching her eyes. "Astonishing, yes?" Came a soft voice. Daypaw spun around, surprised again. A tom with stars in his fur and eyes was sitting down, watching her with a calm ex
pression.

"Daypaw. It's good to see you again." He said, the stars in his eyes twinkling. "Flame...storm?" Daypaw asked, cautiously approaching the ginger cat. "It can't be. Your dead." She replied, returning to her spot and regarding the tom with caution. "Of course I am, Daypaw. I thought you were smarter than that. I taught my apprentice better." Came the tart reply. Daypaw couldn't help but roll her eyes. Being a 'noble' cat, Flamestorm had constantly reminded her to sharpen her senses. "You're from StarClan." She concluded, and Flamestorm nodded, approving. "You'll be a great warrior, Daypaw." He said, flicking her ear with his tail. Daypaw stared at Flamestorm, confused. "Why are you here?" She asked, but her former mentor was now fading. "Wait! Come back!" She cried, approaching the dissolving figure. Flamestorm did nothing, just sat there and watched her with slowly dimming eyes. "I said come back!" Daypaw screeched, but nothing happened. All Daypaw could hear were words being whispered to her by a thousand mouths.

Skystar was sitting just outside his den, shaded by the overhanging rock ledge. ‘Ah,’ he breathed with a sigh of regret, turning his muzzle to the sky sadly. ‘Froststar, Flamestorm, did you die for the Clan? Or was it something that not even StarClan could prevent?’ Shaking his head ruefully the young tom climbed stiffly to his feet, tail brushing the ground as he padded over to his deputy.

‘Sunflare, I think we should plan today’s patrols. I was thinking two patrols and one hunting patrol…or perhaps two smaller ones. What do you think?’ Chosen as leader after Froststar and Flamestorm had died, Skystar felt inept to guide the Clan. It was small comfort that his deputy was as inexperienced as he, but they got along well, and that was good.

Curling his black tail around his paws as he settled next to the young deputy Skystar gave another sigh, filling the silence with a moment of sadness.

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‘It’s alright,’ Brambleslash meowed gruffly, nuzzling the small brown tabby with his nose. ‘The foxes won’t get you son, you’re perfectly safe.’ Not like Treestar and Whitfire, he thought with a trace of bitterness, curling closer to his kit.

Though furred with a lighter pelt, more tan than brown, Brambleslash was the image of his kit. Rather than looking like Belle, who had been a snow-white she-cat with black socks, Bronzekit was the same tabby color as his father.

Bluekit looked like Belle, the warrior thought with anguish.

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[Finish Later]

A small bug probably landed on Wolfstorm face, and that cause him to stir himself awake and swat whatever was on his face with his paw. He was laying at the side of his den and still pretty sleepy. But then he remembered he was deputy now, so he might have to start waking up a little more earlier. "I just hope I didn't over sleep," He muttered to himself and heaved himself to his paws. Stretching his front legs, he padded out of his den and inhaled the scents of the air, trees, and whatever else was outside.

He thought for a moment about the patrols and then spotted Radiantmist, the leader of DuskClan. Although she didn't have her leader name yet. He cast a swift look around camp and then spotted his apprentice, Coalpaw, with Owlflight and padded over to them. "Morning, Coalpaw, Owlfight." He greeted with a nod once close enough.

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Spottedfur was sitting at the entrance of the warriors' den, getting some moss out from her fur. She had probably rolled around while sleeping and that's what caused the moss to stick to her. Once done fixing her fur up, she looked around camp and wondered who would be going on the dawn patol. Thoughts about the fox attack suddenly came back to her and she flicked her tail sadly at the thought of their previous leader and deputy, Treestar and Whitefire. Shaking her head slightly, she stood up and padded away from the warriors' den, hoping that she would be able to go on a border or hunting patrol. Anything to get her mind off what happend in the fox attack.

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((I'm going to finish this later 'cause I gotta go now.))