Warm sunlight filtered through the trees, gentle gusts of wind just strong enough to stir leaves parted Rikaistar's sleek pelt. I suppose it is time The tom knew that by the time his announcement was over the moon would be shining above, driving away the sun until it would dance once again the next day. The muscular tom pulled himself out of his soft nest it'll be worth it.

Rikaistar clawed his way to his perch, high upon the High Branch before calling out, "All cats old enough to climb the highest tree, gather beneath the High Branch!" Mutters and moaning were cut off abruptly as his clan mates realised the reason for his calling. Rikakitar tried greatly to stop himself from narrowing his eyes at his groaning clan mates. The time has come, for me to choose the deputy of Omoideclan he drew a breath in quickly before continuing,
I call upon Starclan to approve of my choice Whispers broke out, circling the bright clearing.
Mikapelt shall be the deputy of Omoideclan! He faced the delicate she-cat, his tail swishing elegantly.
Omoideclan thanks you for your wisdom and kindness. I am sure I have made a worthy decision. Rikaistar allowed the clan to begin welcoming her as the new deputy. He knew she was ready.

Warm sun rays streaked through the emerald colored tree tops sending light rays onto the slender she-cats pelt, her light green eyes flickered over the dark stone plaque that read 'Watson Holmes' although she could barely see the golden words she knew exactly where they were placed, like a map in her mind. Her black and white coat glimmered in the sun, slowly she moved towards the plaque, pain crashed into her like a wave crashing onto the shore. She knew she had to leave, Rikaistar would be calling for the meeting, like stalking pray she quickly turned making her way back to Camp, not looking back, not letting her past catch up with her.

Mikapelt sat down next Ukitail, the masculine tom dipped his head in greeting, flickering his tail in interest, Mikapelt had known the tom since she had joined Omoide Clan, he had been one of the cats who had actually treated her with kindness. It was no secret most of the cars here thought she was just a kitty-pet and she didn't deserve her spot her, honestly she acted likes he didn't care although a he had to admit it bothered her a little. Although she loved living her Clan life, she missed her past owner with all her heart, shaking her head before signs of weakness seeped out she heard Rikaistar call her name out.
Mikaplet shall be the new deputy of Omoide clan!
Shock ran through her the way electricity ran through a cat when the hunt was on, cats all around her dipped their heads in welcome and respect, although she could only she a blur of different colors she could feel herself sit up a little taller with pride. Next to her Ukitail purred at her and nuzzled her face.
Well down Mikatail, you deserve it.

After most of the cats had left Mikapelt slowly made her way up to Rikaistar she dipped her head in greeting and respect as so many cats had done to her in the past hour.
Rikaistar, I want to thank you for picking me to be the Clans deputy, it means a lot.
Allowing herself in nuzzle his shoulder showing her affection she let her intelligent eyes scan him.
I- I am sorry I was late to the meeting it won't happen again- I was just- just dealing with something.
Mikapelt felt a little embarrassed about her excuse, Mikapelt didn't want anyone knowing about her past, it was her secret and she wanted it to stay that way.

Rikaistar dipped his head to his cheering clan mates, welcoming Mikapelt as the new deputy of Omoideclan. Gingerly he places a elegant paw on the cherry blossom tree branch, lowering himself to the ground. The sunlight rays warmed his black and white pelt, and he closed his emerald eyes, listening to his clanmates chat about the recent event. It make his heart flutter like a bird freed from its cage, how healthy his clan was.

The voice of a fae broke his brief daydream. Rikaistar opened his eyes, dragging a paw over his delicate ear. The lithe frame of the new deputy was in front of him. Rikaistar, I want to thank you for picking me as the clans deputy, It means alot
she told him, looking into his own eyes. As he was about to reply, Mikatail lent forward, and quickly nuzzled his shoulder. I knew you were ready to be the deputy. I actually had my eye on you for quite a while. he admitted, a slight breeze rustling the fallen cherry blossom petals. When you joined Omoideclan, I saw a fierce, gentle warrior in you. Rikaistar, dipped his head, his tufted ears perked. I-I am sorry I was late to the meeting, It wont happen again-I was just..dealing with something she said, lowering her cranium to the earth submissively. Rikaistar narrowed his eyes What were you doing? I need to know;since I am the leader. he gave his chest a quick lick, and wrapped his elegant tail neatly around his delicate paws. When she didn't reply, and instead looked at her paws; Rikaisstar realised his hackles were raised. Im sorry Mikapelt. I just need to make sure you are okay; I don't want anything bad to happen he stretched his neck out, and gave a reassuring lick on her cheek.

Mikapelt silently slipped away as her leader and Mochi talked about the absent medicine cat, she watched briefly as they entered the medicine cats den. She turned and softly climbed leaped down from the Sakura tree and gracefully landed, Mikapelt could hear two young kits playing by a small lake, she could just see heir markings one fully midnight-pelted Kit and a snow-white tom.

The cool night air ran through her soft black and white as she neared the Warriors den, inside she could hear throwing and voices, she turned in and saw Koi, she didn't know much about the tom, only he was here around the same time she was found, possibly before. She also knew a little about his past, she overheard a warrior once saying Koi's father had gone insane and killed his mother. Although she had never meet the tom she felt sort of connection, most probably because he had gone through she same thing as her, losing things he cared about and sadness and those two thing, Mikapelt know a lot about. She softly crepet up to the den sticking her head in, she took in the toms masculine build and slowly approached him.
Koi? Are you ok?

Mikapelt had known the tom for a while, they quite often went out for little chats, she couldn't see him but she could feel his presence.
I saw some squirrel down by the lake earlier this morning, wanna come?
She asked softly, she titled her head to the side letting her emerald eyes glimmer in the moonlight. She waited till he was by her side before she slipped on into the night with Koi at her paws.

The moonlight gleamed on the River making the exotic fish that lived their seem even more beautiful. The cold night air wrapped around Mikapelt send chills through her body, slowly she nuzzled up to Koi and let his warmth surround her.
I've missed you these past days, and you... You seem to bet getting worse, what is it exactly that haunts your sleep?
Her tail tightly wrapped around her white paws and she tried to look over the River but all she could see was a dim blue, she tried to imagine what it would look like if she could actually see. Sorrow climbed through her but she shook it away, she enjoyed spending time with Koi and rarely got to see him. She looked up at Koi and whispered to him, her voice filled with kindness.
You don't have to tell me, I understand, it's fine.
She gently nuzzled Koi making sure he was ok and looked at the landscape, all though she couldn't see much.
Hey, I am starved, wanna catch some squirrel I saw some this morning, they should be easy to catch, we could even bring some back for the clan.

Koi sat up, letting the soothing voices of his clan mates reassure him. But one voice overpowered them all; Mikapelt, the deputy. Koi are you okay? she asked, pushing her way through the bickering crows of cats.

Im fine he whispered, his ice blue eyes glazed, and his body shuddering. It had been many years, since his mother had died, but the scene still haunted, his dreams, some nights worse than others.

I saw some squirrel down by the lake earlier this morning, wanna come? Mikapelt asked; tilting her head to the side.

Koi nodded and stood up, wanting to take his mind off his night mare. He padded after her, his tail drooping and his eyelids heavy. Perhaps the cool night air would calm him.
He looked up at the starless night sky, the slight breeze tugging at his cheek fur. He noticed that Mikapelt was sitting at the waters edge, peering into the river. Silently, he padded up to her and sat at her side, letting her lean into him.

He sighed, letting the warmth of her body surround him, and he breathed in, letting her sweet scent fill his scent glands. I've missed you these past days, and you... You seem to bet getting worse, what is it exactly that haunts your sleep? Mikapelt looked up at him, her eyes reflecting his reflection in them. Koi swallowed reluctantly, looking down into the river. The moons rays shun on his pelt, making the scars from his father more visible. Koi was covered in them, but the most noticeable one was the one running down his throat. Missing fur would never grow back on that one.

He realised that she was looking up at him, waiting for him to respond to her question. My father killed my mother in front of me.. when I was a kit he took in a deep breath before continuing slowly,
He had been gone for days, supposably hunting.Thats what my mother said, but I knew she was scared of him. When he came back, Mali, my mother ran up to him. He didn't seem happy at all..
Koi looked into the river, wrapping his raccoon like tail around his paws.
I was a kit back then, and I thought that my mother was bowing to him, wanting to play. But he was pinning her to the ground..
he gazed at his reflection, looking at the awful scar that was planted on his chest. Koi frowned, and splashed the water, disturbing his reflection.
He told me to look away, and I looked into his eyes. They were almost white, and had no pupil. I didn't obey.. and then he killed her. I tried to get out, but my paw was caught in our nest..when I managed to break free, I tried to wake her up.

Mikapelt was listening intently to his story, not taking her eyes off of his I looked around for him, then he pushed me down. I was a mouse tail away from her blood...then he made me drink it.. Koi looked away, pausing from his story and to catch his breath. My dream always end there, sometimes it has him drinking it, his mouth covered in her blood, and my mother still awake.Now you know why I am always tired. he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.
He would then intrude into territories, and kill innocent warriors. He would then show me, and say they were his friends. a deep growl rumbles in his throat, the image of it coming back into his mind.
He had a cave.. where he piled the bodies of the cats he killed. He would sit in there every night, and drink their blood, or just stare at them..I don't particularly want to describe it
He whispers, standing up.

Hey, I am starved, wanna catch some squirrel I saw some this morning, they should be easy to catch, we could even bring some back for the clan. Mikapelt nudges him, standing up as well.

That would be great, he purrs, leaving a quick lick on her cheek.

Ginfur balanced on wide steady paws. Ears flat, moss green eyes narrowed in to fierce moon-like slits. In a small sunlit clearing stood her feathered target. A light-shrouded warbler scratches and pecks apace for seeds and such, it's twitchy movements nothing more than exiting to the stout huntress disguised by shrubbery. She crouched and leapt into the sun-warmed air, claws unsheathed. A glint of pearl teeth and glossy claws landed square on the unsuspecting bird's back, ending it's fragile life in an instant. The off-white cat muffled a triumphant laugh through a tuft of feathers clenched in her mouth.

"Hmph! Gotcha!"

Ginfur bounded off with her prize, intertwining through low growing shrubs and brilliant pink sakura blossoms dappled with sun-beams. Her mind buzzed with her own voice.

'I should be getting back soon I suppose. Wait, won't the new deputy be picked today? Or was that yesterday?! I hope I didn't miss it!'

The past few days Ginfur had spent on a self-ordered hunting mission outside of camp. Her whole conception of reality had been muddled. She slept in trees at night and tracked prey during the day, and being her forgetful self, she had completely lost track of time. Slowing her bound to a paced trot, Ginfur rounded familiar land marks and crossed a wide cobblestone Twoleg path. Her home wasn't far, and she couldn't feel rushed on such a sunny day.

The warbler uncomfortably smothered her nose, and the downy feathers blew into her face and made her sneeze. Ahead Ginfur noticed a tall cherry tree peeking over shrubs. With no regard for who or what lay on the other side, the greyish blur burst through the bushes, snagging her fur and even dragging a sharp thorn across her ear.

"I made it! Who's deputy? Am I late?!"

The overexcited she-cat yelped louder than was she originally intended. Ginfur's entrance was met with different expressions ranging from amusement to downright annoyance. Her ears immediately flattened in embarrassment as she picked the now dusty bird into her mouth and walked it to the fresh-kill pile. Her eyes apologized as several cats re-curled into new sleeping positions. A painful sensation swept across her ear and she trotted to the medicine den between two tall willow trees.

'maybe I could get something for my ear, I've officially got nothing else to do'

Her head brushed it's way through the entrance to see Rikaistar himself, speaking with the medicine apprentice Mochi. She didn't want to disturb them, but her ear began to feel hot with pain.

"He-hello, sorry to disturb you, but m-my ear it's"

The small cream cat looked thoughtfully at her leader and turned to the shelf of herbs, grabbing a wad of cobwebs and dandelion-leaf poultice.

"Hello Ginfur, I can't say I've seen you for a while. Where have you been off to?" Rikaistar's voice maintained it's usual coolness.

"Oh, around. Hunting mostly." Ginfur heard her own guilt in her voice. She didn't acknowledge her absence the day prior.

While waiting, the injured cat examined the small hollow. Long willow branches draped from a sky-light that illuminated various beds of cherry blossoms and a winding stone pattern. A trickling pool made her thirsty, but she didn't move. Her leader sat in a sunbeam gingerly licking an ebony paw. Though he had his general relaxed demeanor, something about his bright emerald eyes were unsettled. Mochi turned and gently pressed a wad of cobwebs to Ginfur's ear. It absorbed scarlet fluid from her cut. Before thinking, the young warrior spoke, if any more thought was given she would have known it was out of turn.

"Where's the healer?" She said in an innocent voice.

Rikaistar froze, and Mochi's paw hesitated with dandelion leaves, which resumed and were stuffed into Ginfur's mouth. She chewed, swallowed and shuttered at the bitterness.

"Out"