Wildkit stared at her mother. Moons seemed to drag by as Amberfeather's annoyed gaze drifted into sympathy.

"Wildkit, did they scare you?"
"N...no, they were being really nice..." she replied. Her mother opened her mouth to speak when a howl echoed into the camp. The patrol sprinted through the undergrowth.
"We won!"Shadowclaw gasped.
"Yes!" Excited roaring rose up from ThunderClan.
"But where's Mothstar?"Mumblekit wailed. Mothstar was his father, and his mother, Sweetbriar, had been struck by a powerful lightning strike when he was only three moons old.
Greyleg and Darkpelt parted to reveal their leader's body, bloody and broken. Amberfeather padded over to him steadily, though Wildkit could see that she was nervous. Amberfeather examined him for a moment.
"Great StarClan, he...he lost eight lives! What kind of battle was that?"she choked.
Darkpelt and Squirrelfur exchanged uneasy stares.
"There were four cats that we never seen before there, and they didn't look...real,"Softheart explained,"One of them, a small yellow she-cat, took on Mothstar. She ripped her claws from his throat, down his belly. He'd be dead if Patchleaf and me hadn't intercepted her,"
Wildkit, Amberfeather and Redspots exchanged gazes, shocked, angry and afraid.
"I know who those cats are!" Amberfeather exclaimed.
She and Redspots shot her grateful looks.
"I've had visions of them. They're Dandelionshade's allies. Their names are One-eye, Violetslash, Hickorypelt and..."she shuddered,"Ashwing. I've seen them plotting. That reminds me; They're going to attack ThunderClan when my kits become warriors!"
Outraged wailing interrupted the end of her vote.
"Oh no!"
"I'm too scared!"
"Oh, come on, Mumblekit. You're such a baby!"
"You're so mean, Pinekit!"
Whilst the brothers were arguing, a plan was formulating amongst the cats. Though Mothstar wasn't awake to approve of it, the cats kept calm. Sometimes, they would argue.
"Or, we could just...not make them warriors,"Greyleg suggested.
"Then Dandelionshade would change her plan, genius!"Oddeye hissed.
In the end, they decided that during the warrior ceremony, two cats would run to each Clan to fetch help, but none of them would be her littermates. The medicine cat den would be guarded and the cats would train as hard as possible until then.
Wildkit followed Amberfeather into the Clan leader's den. The deceasing leader was still out cold.
"I'm sorry,"she muttered.
Amberfeather licked her ear,"Oh, Wildkit...I always forgave and loved you, even if you didn't back,"
"I love you, but I was grieving for my roots...and then Ashwing made me so... hot-headed. So, thank you,"she purred.
"Wildkit,"her mother paused,"Would you like to be a medicine cat?"
"I...I..."joy shot through her,"Yes!"she squeaked.
"I will take you on when yo-"she cut off as Mothstar took a shaking breath.
"W...w...what happened? Where am I? Why...why do I feel s...so weak...k?"
"It's okay, Mothstar. Just relax,"the words were hardly out of Amberfeather's mouth when he sunk back into unconsiousness.
"Well, that was rude!"her future mentor laughed.
"Extremely,"Wildkit agreed, pretending to look offended.
Ah, how nice. Just us joking, it's too bad it can't stay like this forever...