Sky's End

Chapter 19

SkyClan-
Allegiances:

Leader: Fernstar- a brown tabby she cat with a white underbelly and paws. She has bright green eyes.

Deputy: Grayfrost- a huge gray tabby tom with long thick fur and electric blue eyes.

Medicine Cat:
Swampfur- a brown and ginger tortoiseshell tom with dark green eyes.
Apprentice:
Horsepaw- brown tabby tom with yellow eyes. 7 moons.

Warriors:
Yellowbird- a golden tabby furred she cat with white paws and dark eyes.

Ryepelt- a golden furred tom with longer fur and pointy ears. He has warm brown eyes.

Firfoot- a tortoiseshell she cat with brown paws and yellow eyes.

Shrikeclaw- a gray tabby tom with gold eyes.

Windwhisker- a gray furred tom with black stripes lashing out from his nose. He has yellow eyes.

Apprentices:
Honeypaw- a black furred she cat with golden eyes, a pink nose, and a taste for honey. Mentor is Yellowbird. 11 moons.

Sandpaw- tan furred she cat with brown eyes. Mentor is Windwhisker. 7 moons.

Queens:
Sorrelfoot- a plain gray she cat with emerald green eyes. Kits: Larkkit (she cat), and Sparrowkit (Tom)

Shinyflower- silver furred she cat with a single white patch that is shaped like a blossom. Her eyes are pale green. Kits: Turtlekit (she cat), Swallowkit (she cat), and Blackkit (tom)

Kits:
Larkkit- gray long furred tabby she cat with pale green eyes. 5 moons.

Sparrowkit- gray tabby tom with dark blue eyes. 5 moons.

Thunderkit- gray tabby tom with yellow eyes. 4.5 moons.

Turtlekit- a silver furred she cat with white patches along her back and on her paws. She has pale green eyes. 3.5 moons.

Swallowkit- a gray furred she cat with blue eyes. 3.5 moons.

Blackkit- a dark furred tom with pale green eyes. 3.5 moons.

Elders:
Sunnystripe- a golden tabby tom who lost his sight and had to retire prematurely.

Silverclaw- old silver tom with a thick ragged pelt.

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"Firfoot, are you certain it was here?"

"Yes," the she cat replied. With somber eyes she scanned the area around the stream. "It's good hunting here. My mentor used to take me here."

Horsepaw's eyes lifted up and he glanced over the area. The stream seemed to supply fertile life around it, as the shoots of saplings were abundant, and the trees along the tree still maintained their green leaves even though leaf-bare was near.

The chill of the air laid on their pelts, yet the plants did not seem to mind. While other parts of the forest turned to shades of the flame, the area before Horsepaw stood, frozen in time. The young apprentice could only attribute the strong and constant flow of the stream with the unusual patch of the forest. Perhaps the stream keeps it alive...