After the Battle

After the battle, many cats died. There were more wars and deaths. Finally, the FogClan cats, or what remained of them, were able to prevail. The current leader had died, so Silverfang rose to the occasion. He took the role of the leader and is trying to return his clan to the empire it once was.

Broken

"All cats able to see through mist, gather beneath the Fog Tree for a clan meeting!" Greystar yowled. "Today was devastating for FogClan. Deersong, Pearlmoon, Riverpelt, Creekspirit, Weedflicker, Spottedfur, Sootpath, and Creamsong died. But they will be worshiped in StarClan." Greystar paused and looked up at the gathering darkness, then faced his clan again.
"Also, some apprentices need to be made warriors. Tinypaw and Smallpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, to defend and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?"
"I do." Tinypaw meowed, her eyes wid.
"I do." Smallpaw agreed.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. From this moment on, you shall be known as Tinywing and Smallcloud." Greystar purred and watched the newly named warrior bounce around for a while.
"Also, Rose and Colt, are you prepared to enter clan life?"
"I am." Rose stepped forward, her kits tumbling around her feet.
"I am." Colt matched her footsteps perfectly.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment on, you shall be known as Roseclaw and, Colt, you decided to keep your name, and I accept your request. Your kits will be known as Autumnkit, Winterkit, Springkit, and Summerkit."
Roseclaw and Colt nodded and padded back.
"That is all. Meeting dismissed!"
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Roseclaw padded up to Colt. "I've been thinking," she began. "and I've decided to let you go."
"What?" Colt's eyes widened. "Let me go? Go where?"
"Let you go free." Roseclaw replied. "I know you don't love me anymore, so I think you deserve to be set free."
"No, I mean..." Colt shook his head. "How did you know?"
"I'm not just some dumb old she-cat." Roseclaw meowed knowingly. "I'm smarter then you think. I see the way you are around Stillshine. When you think I'm not looking, you're kind to her. And you deliberatly ignore her when I'm around."
"I'm sorry." Colt looked at his paws. "I tried to be a good father and mate, but I guess I'm not really cut out for fathering."
"But you are." Roseclaw raised Colt's head with her tail. "You will be an amazing father to Colt, I just know it." She paused. "I love you."
"And I'll miss being this close to you." Colt replied. He watched as Roseclaw padded away to her kits.

StarClan and Battle

A handsome grey tom stalked through the misty woods and out onto a fog coated moor. His nimble paws crunched down on frosty grass. The noise echoed around the moor, seemingly endless. The grey tom settled himself down on the cold ground and stared out over the cold night.
"Fogstar?" A white tom padded cautiously out of the trees.
"Whitedawn, you came." Fogstar meowed in a deep voice, standing and nodding his head in greeting. Whitedawn bowed low in response.
The bushes rustled and two small kits bundled out into the feild, their high pitched laughter spliting the air. Whitedawn winced, then smiled and laughed.
"Relax, kits." Fogstar meowed kindly, flicking the light ginger one to her paws.
"Runningkit, Lilykit, I told you to walk!" A white she-cat with radiant green eyes trotted out into visibility. She blinked, then blushed and ducked her head to Fogstar. She sat down beside Whitedawn, her pelt colored blending into his.
"I brought you here to discuss the fate of FogClan." Fogstar meowed quietly, as if there were enemies all around waiting for the slightest noise to pounce.
"What do you mean?" Whitedawn meowed. "Willowhe-I mean FogClan are strong enough to look after her-themselves!"
"I'm sure they are." Fogstar meowed coldly. "You know I was the first leader, right?"
Whitedawn blushed and ducked his head. "Yes, I know that."
"Good." Fogstar looked across the moorland. "Something terrible is coming. And only four can save us from it."
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Barking split the night air. Smokekit lept to her feet, her neck fur bristling. She had been having a great dream. Another kit had come to play with her. She said her name was Runningkit. Runningkit said she had something important to tell Smokekit. She was just about to say it when the barking woke Smokekit up! She growled angrily.
"Run!" Spottedfur screeched. "Dogs!" She raced back through camp, followed by a huge dog, who swiped her up and threw her against a rock, dead.
Smokekit wailed and ran to her mother. "StarClan help us!" She yowled.