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[Miss Midnight||]

The moon overhead was but a thin slice of what it should have been, as a tall shadow cast over the cold boulders. Two yellow pools loomed in the darkness, their bright hue like two identical moons. Muscle rippled under jet-black fur, as the tom picked his way around Snakerocks. Midnightfang’s longing gaze told you that he missed someone or something, almost as if he were lonely. The deputy stared at nothing for a long moment as he trekked onward, closer to the deadly rock formation, but then something caught his bright orbs…

A dark shape darted across the rocks, its speed combined with skill. In the jaws of an unknown cat was an adder, its limp body hanging from both sides of the cat’s mouth. Suddenly the figure froze, its emerald pools widened with fear, as it saw the deputy silhouetted against the trees.

Midnightfang gasped in shock, his pelt began to rise with excitement. Suddenly his legs became more animated, as he walked towards the she-cat, and he sat in front of her. Purekit? He inquired, tilting his ebony skull.

H-How do you know my name! Demanded the brown tabby, dropping the adder. Purekit had never encountered a cat such as this, but his smell was oh so recognizable, and it egged her curiosity on.

The tom froze. I wasn’t supposed to mention her name! He yowled in his mind. Uh, your… He rasped, choking at the word he was about to say. Father mentioned you in one of our conversations. His words fumbled as he talked, and he prayed to StarClan that she wouldn’t find that suspicious.

You know my father? What else did he tell you? Purekit pressed, every hair on her tabby pelt itching with anticipation. Her jade eyes seemed to be confused as well as inquisitive, and her tail was whipping back and forth quickly.

He wants you to come to ThunderClan with me. Midnightfang lied, his whiskers twitching with guilt as he fibbed towards his own kin, but he knew it was for the best.

Purekit’s pools widened with shock. O-Of course I’ll come! She meowed, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. Anything to make Hauntedstar proud. The she-cat finished, giving the black cat a nod.

Follow me. He murmured, as he led the way towards the camp. Every step he took was even harder then the last, as he knew he would have to watch his daughter fight, be wounded, and many other things that a parent feared. Midnightfang sighed, but at least she was with him now.

Ooc; Cindy, feel free to catch up with the him and Purekit. I know your involved in this.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

OOC: With Cinderheart? I'll assume yes... If not, ignore the following post.

Cinderheart sniffed a patch of grasses, and then bent to snatch them up into her mouth. They were exactly what she needed. She headed back to camp, but smelt Midnightfang and a slightly recognisable scent... As she approached them, she suddenly made out... Purekit! She had to refrain from yelling out in shock and dropping the onion grass, but didn't know what the kit knew and what she didn't, so didn't want to give anything away. She padded up to Midnightfang, and then dipped her head to Midnightfang, and then tilted it as if in question toward Purekit. As her eyes met Midnightfang's, they brimmed with hidden and inside meaning, with question and supressed suprise.

[Miss Midnight||]

Purekit’s fur rose as her nostrils picked up a nearing scent, slightly recognizable, yet still unfamiliar. The she-cat turned her brown skull to face the new scent, green pools in slits, hackles raised.

Cinderheart… The deputy murmured, his voice barely audible. Midnightfang turned to her, and rubbed his flank against hers in a grateful greeting. I’m glad you’re here. He rasped, and then pointed to his daughter with his ebony tail, this is Purekit; she’s going to join our Clan. He continued, knowing that she already knew his kin. His yellow optics softened as he turned to the tabby she-cat. This is Cinderheart; she’s the medicine cat. Midnightfang told Purekit.

The tabby’s coat started to settle as she dipped her head in a formal salutation. She then realized that she hadn’t asked the black cat his name! Erm… What was your name, tom? Purekit mewed tentatively.

It’s Midnightfang; I’m the deputy. His voice was reassuring, as he noticed the hesitance in his daughter’s voice. The black tom waited for his medicine cat’s reaction, with a bit of anxiousness.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Cinderheart dipped her head. She said, as she would to any loner who wanted to join, "I am glad you wish to be a member of our Clan. We are always welcome to cats who will be helpful and kind. In case you haven't seen a Clan before, my job is to make sure everyone is healthy, and to interpert signs from StarClan, the Warrior Ancestors."

Her friendly tone and open expression welcomed the kit into her care.

[STREAMY ?!]

OOC- just saying, if Cinderheart doesn't have an apprentice, maybe Purekit could be her apprentice? Just as an idea.

[Miss Midnight||]

Ooc; That’s a great idea, hun, but Cinderheart has an appy.

Wow, that must be a demanding job. She commented, her green orbs glistening in admiration. Can I make it as a Clan cat? She thought to herself, then continued her thinking out loud, isn’t being in Clan practically the same as being a loner?

It’s actually much different; you even have a set of rules you must follow called the warrior code. He explained, his tail twitching with excitement out of his kin’s eagerness to learn the ways of the Clan. He felt proud to know that his legacy would be remembered through his child, but his heart sank as he remembered she would probably not know that he was her father.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

"And you must help others, support them, and hold others before yourself," Cinderheart added.

[Miss Midnight||]

Purekit nodded, her emerald pools filled with dedication to please her father and these acquaintances. She licked her chest to straighten the last of her standing-on-end hairs, and stood. Shall we go to the… Camp? She finished.

Of course. He mewed, dipping his ebony skull. Are you ready, Cinderheart? Midnightfang inquired, turning to the she-cat. ThunderClan will be happy to have a new member, they don’t know it, but, she’s pure ThunderClan anyhow. He thought with a brief beam of pride.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

"Yes," purred Cinderheart. With that uncanny medicine cat ability, she could see that Midnightfang was proud, and she felt happy for him.