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This is what if story, exploring the what would of happened if Mapleshade had been a bit more smarter and luckier when crossing the river. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2: What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived Part 2.

Part 4: What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived Part 4.


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Mapleshade still felt shaken up after being marched out of Riverclan camp in such ruff fusion. The young specked warrior that treaded next to her, Icefang, lelt his gaze on the damp floor. Awkwardly avoiding eyes contact with with the traitor or the angered queen. Unlike his inexperienced clanmate, Splashfoot burnt with a determination and sacrificed scent. Clearly glad to get rid of the traitorous Appledusk.


Finally, the patrol had began to approve the southern border. It was marked with a distrive line of large perfectly arranged green hedges. The thin layer of vapor in air had gotten caught among the hedges’ leaves, like a spider’s web, causing it to drip with fresh water drops. The disappearing sun’s orange warm light reflected off of the water’s surface, giving the whole row of hedges a shining gleam.


Mapleshade watched the blades of long grass be swept aside as she moved through them. She turned her head, to look at the four territories for the last time as a Clan cat. As soon as they crossed that border, they were in exile and will have to live as rouges. Beyond the rocky plains of Riverclan covered with running streams and rivers; was Thunderclan territory made from dense woodland with endless undergrowth, next was the towering dark pines of Shadowclan and finally the long stretching heather-covered moors of Windclan that touched the horizon. Her body tighten up with sorrow, the full weight of the situation just starting to sink in. She felt Patchkit violently shivering on her back. He must of been looking at the same view and feeling the same thing. Poor thing…


“This is it.”, Spiketail’s words rang in Mapleshade’s ears. The patrol had stopped in front of the Riverclan scent line, stopping short of a small wooded area made from birch trees. Appledusk placed the curled up Petalkit gently at his paws as his deputy approved him. Spiketail showed clear signs of sympathy as he began to addressed the brown tom, “This is where we part ways. But before you go, know, I don’t agree with Darkstar’s decision, I know you meant well. And If I was the leader, I would have welcomed your kits into Riverclan”, the elderly cat took a slight pause for breath, “However she is still my leader and her word is the Warrior Code.”.

Appledusk nodded, pleased for the deputy’s kindful words, “I understand”. Spiketail’s attention turned to Mapleshade, “Your kits have strong heritage. Make sure you raise them well.”. Mapleshade only responded with silence, unsure how to feel about it.  Mapleshade noticed, Eeltail and Rainfall began muttering behind them, unimpressed. Spiketail seemed to take notice of it, too. “We’re wasted enough time. Appledusk, you need to get going. Take your kits and leave Riverclan territory.”, Spiketail instructed.

Appledusk opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words, so just huffed, lifting the now dozing Petalkit off her paws. She was so tired, she didn’t even bother to struggle as the cat, she distrusted, held her by the scruff. Mapleshade began to wonder if Larchkit and Patchkit were just exhausted.  As the pair of them turned their backs on the patrol, beginning to pad towards the border, several of cat started voicing their option behind them, “Good ridenous!”, Splashfoot rudely yowled. Mapleshade’ ginger fur rose up like waves crashing against a stoney shore. Oh, how she wanted to slash that cat’s nose off.


Eletail joined in next, “Don’t show your face here ever again!”, proper hatred in her tune. Mapleshade struggled to ignore the comments as her blood boiled. She could even pick up her own anger scent. It was only what Spiketail mewed next, did Mapleshade managed to keep her emotions in check, “Good luck, both of you!”. The young warrior, Icefang was about to speak but just in time, Spiketail’s raised his tail to silence him. Any more comments were unnecessary. The patrol watched as the family wandered deeper into the unknown territories that lay beyond all the Clans. Satisfied, both groups went their separate ways.



It was only when they had made it safe distance over the border, under the shelter of the birches, that he allowed his bitterness to rise to the surface. Under the shade of the trees, his creamy sleek pelt was now given a stoney hard grey tint. He placed Petalkit aside, laying her against the roots of a tree trunk, as he faced Mapleshade, “Why did you have to get me involved with this mess?”, he growled. Mapleshade unsheltered her claws, shredding the dried leaves at her paws. It was about time she dealt with him. Ignoring Appledusk for the moment, placed Larchkit on the floor and nosed Petalkit her paws. The she-kit blinked sleepily up at Mapleshade, curious, “What’s going on?”, she asked.

Mapleshade lead the three kits over to a nearby patch of brown ferns. Under them, the earth dipped slightly and was filled with dried leaves, creating a soft surface. It was the perfect kit-sized den. Using her head, she pushed side fern stems, creating a small path, “In here.”, she pointed out, flicking her tail. They reluctantly did as they were told. Patchkit looked back, worried, “What are you going to do?”. She crouched down, into the ferns, pressing her nose against Patchkit’s trying to calm him, “Don’t worry about it. I just have you deal with your father quickly.”. Larchkit trudged through the layer of leaves like snow, leaving a set of trucks, becoming restless. “We haven’t played all day!”, he protested.

Using her quick thinking, Mapleshade scooped up a paw-full of leaves, throwing them into the air and causing it to rain reds, oranges and yellows. Larchkit and Patchkit’s eyes widen with delight as they began to leap around like overexcited rabbits, grabbing out for the falling leaves. “Here’s a new game, 'catch the leaf'.", Mapleshade suggested. Larchkit looked at Petalkit sitting in the corner, staring at the floor, struggling not fall asleep. He watched her deviously, his tail swishing from side to side playfully. “Leave her, Larchkit.”, Mapleshade scolded, “She needs to rest.”. Larchkit shrugged, “Fine.”, lunging at Patchkit instead, taking him by surprise. The two brothers squealed with excitement as they tussled in the leaves. Mapleshade couldn’t help smile as she watched her kits. “Stay here until I come back.”, she told them sternly, moving away from the patch of undergrowth. She padded towards Appledusk, who was sitting at the base of tree, angrily mumbling to himself.


Mapleshade drawed out her long claws to fall length. She would tear the sense into him if she had to. Appledusk’s glare hardened as Mapleshade approached, “Why did you have to came to Riverclan? You were already exiled, you didn’t to get us both exiled!”, he yelled. Mapleshade’s ear began uncontrollably twitching. Was this really the same cat she had fallen in love with? “Are you whining because you were separated from your propitious Reedshine?”, Mapleshade mewed almost mockingly. Appledusk swallowed down the anger, beginning to mutter, “It wasn’t what you think.”. Her rage snapped in that heartbeat. “She’s having your second litter!”, she pointed out, “What else could be? How could you? After everything we’ve been through. You could of least have the decency to wait until they were apprentices.”. Appledusk got to his paws, preparing himself as the situation began to get tense.


“I was trying to move on.”, he tried to explain poorly, “It would of made my Clanmates less specious. You know, we shouldn’t never done it.”.

Mapleshade couldn’t help but snigger at what Appledusk just said. He scowled. Mapleshade began to pace round him, “Oh, so now you’re making it out like it’s both our fault.”, she mewed unconvinced. Appledusk step several paces back, his back up against black and white bark of a birch tree trunk, uneasy. “It was both our faults.”, Appledusk insisted. Continuing to circle and pacing round the tom, she studied him carefully. Mapleshade had no idea if she could trust his words. If he was doing this to try and manipulate her, it wasn’t going work. Despite how much she hated to admit it, she needed him. Trying to raise three kits alone in the unexplored and unclaimed territories beyond the clans, would be near impossible. It would only be another moon until they would go off milk eventually and start demanding proper fresh-kill.


“That’s not what sounded like back in Riverclan.”, she finally spoke, ”You called your own kits, “a mistake”. I honestly don’t know what I saw in you, to fall in love you. But I know now, You’re disgusting!”. That hit Appledusk right where it hurt most, his ego. His lip curled up as he growled at her, “I wasn’t calling the kits, it was u-”, he began. However Mapleshade interrupted him, noticing that he hadn’t mentioned once, which was strange, “What are their names?”, she asked. Appledusk blinked at her in confused. “What?”, he buttered. He didn’t even know!

“What are your kits’ names?”, she questioned. Appledusk tensed up, looking down at the floor as he hurriedly sifted through his memories. After time began to drag on, Appledusk finally had to give up and telling the truth. “I-I..I don’t know…”, he admitted. Mapleshade turned her back on him in disgust, walking away, “I knew it.”, she muttered under her breath.




Surprisingly, he rushed after her eventually blocking her path. Mapleshade stared at him coldly. “Tell me.”, he mewed. Mapleshade paused. Did he deserve it? “Petalkit, Patchkit and Larchkit.”, she told him. It was up to him to find out which one was which. The former Riverclan warrior took a long and regretful sigh. “What am I going to do?”, he mewed to himself, Mapleshade overhearing. “What else?”, she began, Appledusk turning round, slightly surprised she heard him, “You’re going to help me raise them. We’re stuck together, whether you like it or not.”. Which she didn’t like much either.


“But I don’t think I can-”, Appledusk’s voice trailed off. Her teeth were gritted together, she took a step towards him, fur spiked, “What? You can’t don’t what?”, she challenged. No answer came from him however. He just trembled like a terrified kit. If he wasn’t going answer, she would have to guess, “So what are you saying? Are you going abandoned your two moon old kits?”, she asked. Appledusk looked sickened that he would be accused of something like that, “No, of course not!”.

Mapleshade went nose to nose with him, dead serious. She looked him square in the eyes. Her tail twitched. “Good. Because if you even think about leaving me or my kits- I will kill you.”, she uttered, her voice hollow. As she said that, she felt like she was in another cat’s body. A much more bloodthirsty and savage cat. Could she live with herself if she ever went through with it? Having the blood of her mate and the father of her kits on her claws?  Even the deepest depths of her mind, didn’t know if it was empty threat or not. Appledusk swallowed and slowly nodded.


“We’ll soft out what need to do tomorrow, let’s get just get some sleep.”, she added, walking away.



Throughout their argument, Mapleshade had failed to see the world around them had darkened as night approved. Everything The sky was now a smokey grey, with the first shining white star starting to peer through the soft twilight clouds. As she approved the fern patches her kits were staying in, she saw they were in a large heap, fast asleep. They had completely worn themselves out. Petalkit snorted so loud, it could walk up a dormouse. She pushed aside the fern leaves and stems, trying to get into the packed space, careful to avoid any movements or sounds that could wake them up. Rapping her tail round them, she settled down on soft surface of dried leaves. The fern smells took her back to the Thunderclan nursery. She curled up into a tight ball, pulling them in the warmth of her belly.

Then Patchkit’s eyes slowly drew open. “Mummy, why were to yowling with the Riverclan cat?”, he asked in a hushed asked. Mapleshade licked him between the ears, “It’s grown up stuff. You’ll understand when you’re older.”, she whispered into his ear.

Patchkit carried on to ask her questions, “Is that brown tom really our father?”. Mapleshade paused. She couldn’t hide it from them. “Yes, he is.”, she mewed softly. The ginger and white kit looked thoughtful for a moment, “I don’t believe what Larchkit and Petalkit said about Appledusk, I bet he’ll turn out almost as kind as you.”, he boosted with a spark of hope in his leaf green eyes. The Queen couldn’t help but be taken back by the kit’s innocence and idealist view of the whole situation. It must of been nice to see the world through the blindness of youth. “Let’s hope he does.”, Mapleshade mewed hopefully, “Now go to sleep now, we have a busy tomorrow.”. Patchkit opened up his mouth, about to ask another question but Mapleshade stopped him by shaking her head. “Sleep now, questions tomorrow.”, she told him, laying her head down on the nest of leaves. Patchkit nodded, finally settling down next to Larchkit and Petalkit in pile of fur, falling asleep within heartbeats.


Appledusk didn’t venture into the fern den for awhile longer. Mapleshade could hear the faint rustle of leaves, as he placed branches and brambles on top of the ferns. The extra layers of undergrowth did its job in blocking out bartering night wind and bone chilling cold. It was only when the moon was high in the sky and it bathed the woodland in a silver light, that he quietly yet nervously, slip inside the tight space. He panted heavily and his pelt was mattered, after the late night of work. If she could risk waking up her kits, she would of made him sleep outside. He took his spot on the far side, the fern roots digging into him back.


There was a mouse-length's distance between the two ‘mates’, not touching each other. Mapleshade honestly didn’t know what the future held for her or her family now. There were still two clans left; Windclan and Shadowclan. Maybe her kits could be raised in a clan after all. But they had to make it wasn't a repeat like last time. Lying seemed the only way out of life of crow-eating.  But she could worry about that later. All she could hope for, was the empty void of sleep to overcome her senses.




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Writing (c) Me.
Warrior Cats (c) Erin Hunter.
Ok, another part of my What if story! If you haven't read the first three parts, I high recommend you start from the beginning, if you want the full story. With that said, hope you enjoy!


Part 3:  What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived Part 3.

Part 5: Soon.

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Her blurred senses began to separate from the black void of sleep and make sense of the world around her. The wall in front of her slowly become more detailed, seeing the separate lime stems, creating a forest of tall pale trunks. Mapleshade’s neck ached from spending the night laying on a wooden floor, rather than proper bedding made from soft moss and feathers. She’ll miss the nursery. Taking in the moment, she breathed in the fresh and crisp dawn air. Peering through the gaps in the ferns, she noticed a frosty white gleaming fog had drifted in, covering the small birch wood and Riverclan marshes in icey silver sheets.

 She eventually noticed movement in the pile of soft fur at her belly.  Petalkit shifted around uncountably serval until throwing herself away from her sleeping brothers, landing in heap on Mapleshade’s tail, panting.  “What’s wrong?”, she asked confused. The brown she-kit huffed, “It’s boiling in there!”, she complained. This just made Mapleshade even more confused. She had a thick pelt but overheating had never been problem until now.  Leaning over, she sniffed. Petalkit was right, it was near her belly and the source of it was...Patchkit. His chest rose and fell slowly, his breath heavy and swallow. He was horribly burning up like a blazing fiery monster ripping through trees and undergrowth as it charged through the forest. Lightly nudging Patchkit to wake up, he simply let out off a weak gruff moaning. Instead Larchkit began to steer from his deep subber. “Is it dawn already?”, the dark kit guessed, rolling onto his back and stretching his legs. Seemly he was completely ignorant of Patchkit’s soaring temperature. Out of nowhere Larchkit leapt to his paws, as if he had all the energy in Starclan, hushing outside of ferns with the speed of a hare.  “Don’t go anything outside of my line of sight, ok?”, Mapleshade called after him, feeling like that could go wrong, would, knowing her son. “Don’t worry,  I will!”, not even bothering to look back at her as he sped off.

 

“Make sure he stays out of trouble.”, she uttered to her daughter. Petalkit’s face lit up. She flexed her claws, a malicious smile grow up her face like a weed, “It’ll be my pleasure.”, she mewed slyly. Before rushing out of the outstretching branches of the ferns, after her brother.

 With her two other kits out the way, her full attention could be on Patchkit.  He was fighting his own body; constantly uncontrollable shaking, raspy gasping for air, his eyes rolled inside his head making them white slit and he was as solid and cold as frozen stone in leaf-bare. What was wrong with him? Mapleshade stood up, trying to give the young kit some space. She prodded him with her muzzle again, trying to get him to stand but he just continued to make meaningless unhealthy noises. Slowly she began to get worried, “Patchkit, Patchkit. Are you alright? Try and stand up.”, she encouraged. Still nothing. He continued to lay there  barely moving among the red and orange leaves. The sign of life he gave off was the rising of chest and occasional twitch.

 

Just then she spotted a cream pelt moving approving the ferns, ignoring the two kits charging after a moss ball. She’d honestly forgotten he was missing. As he came near, Mapleshade could see covered in small layer of mud and he smelt of marsh.  The branches swayed as the large frame of Appledusk evented inside. Carrying three green limp bodies with him. Mapleshade blinked at him, “Frogs?”. He placed them down at his paws, making strange movements with mouth in effort to get rid of the houl taste. “Well since we’re in exile now.”, mewing with hint of mockery. Mapleshade narrowed her eyes. He quickly shifted his tone of voice, knowing he was pushing his back, “-Since I can’t fish in the waters of Riverclan territory, I have to make do with what we’ve got.”.  

 He pushed a frog toward her, settling down with one of his own. Just looking at it’s lumpy slimy gray-green skin with those fish-like eyes made her want to be sick. “Where did you even get them?”, she mewed, still wondering why he would choose frog over anything else. “A small pond near a twoleg fence. However I think I drained what little prey it had to offer.”. That was right, Appledusk, as a Riverclan cat, could only really hunt in water. And with Riverclan hogging all the nearby rivers and streams, he wouldn’t be much use in gathering food. So, unless they could find another water source with a steady food supply, she would have to teach him how to hunt on land. Which wouldn’t be fun. She also wanted to get some traveling done today as well. They were too far over the border for any normal patrol to go after them. Sure. But if they sent too long lingering around the Riverclan’s borders, Darkstar might sent warriors to drive them further away.

 

Pushing aside her unappetizing meal for the moment, she turned to Appledusk, “You wouldn’t know anything herbs or illnesses, would you?”, being hopeful. The tom made a face after swallowing another painful mouthful of frog, “What do I look like? A Medicine cat?”, he joked.

She sighed, moving around so he could see the limp Patchkit, “I think he’s ill.”. Appledusk’s eyes surprising glazed over with concern, “He is?”, leaning over and sniffing him over. He sat back, seemly unsure what to do, “What’s wrong with him?”, he asked. That’s why I’m asking you!  She couldn’t help but cringe at her mouth-brained partner.  She shrugged, “I don’t know. He’s not coughing, so I don’t think it’s white or Greencough.”. Appledusk muttered something under his breath looking to the green wall for the heartbeat before looking back her. “So what do we do about it?”, he urged.  

 

Silence came over the two cats as they tried to think of a situation, only the squeals of the playing Petalkit and Larchkit from outside, could be heard. They need to get a Medicine cat to look at him but who? There were four medicine cat but which one? Both Ravenwing and the Riverclan medicine cat, Driftpelt would probably refuse to help them after learning the truth.

Yet there was still Sloefur and Lankfoot. Would they help? However Mapleshade quickly decided against it. Windclan and Shadowclan were their last change on ever returning to the Clans. So she doubted they would let them join after forcing their medicines cat to cure her kits. Thinking it about,  it couldn’t be Driftpelt either. Riverclan knew their location, so threatening one of their members could provoke an attack. They would have to relocate Petalkit and Larchkit and with not knowing how much time Patchkit had, it was too risky. There was only one left.

 Mapleshade’s fangs chattered with anticipation. She’d been craving to get rightful vengeance on the cats that had ruined her life.  The blurry brown image of Oakstar flashing in her mind. The leader towered over her and her kits, standing proudly on the Highrock, the spot he didn’t deserve. How he threw outside innocent kits like insects just because they didn’t carry pure blood, sicken her. With the cowering shape of Ravenwing under him. As the pathetic Medicine cat watched silently as kits were outcasted, all because he had to open his stupid mouth. Mapleshade grew enraged as the scene played in her head.

 

Foam began building up in her throat from the memory of the Foxhearts.

 

“What are you doing?!”, came a shocked voice, breaking into her thoughts. Appledusk stood there, staring wide eyed at Mapleshade’s paws. She’d fail release she tearing up the frog under her thorn-like claws. The head had been reduced to a green and red solid mush. “Just thinking.”, she snorted, not bothering to came up with believable excuse.  Wanting to just get in out the way, she hooked the frog by the leg, shoving into her mouth. A foul watery-salty flavour filled mouth also feeling the rubbery texture of the skin.  She quickly forced it down her throat, not even chewing. Appledusk made a face, grossed out by his mate’s actions.  Moving on quickly she changed the topic, “I know what we have to do.”, she revealed.

 “Which is?”, Appledusk asked grumpily, not willing to play the waiting game.

 “It’ll be a half-moon tonight, correct?”, she mewed. Appledusk nodded.

 “Well-”, she continued, “-Revenwing will be be making the journey to the Moonstone soon. That’s our opportunity.”.

 The fish-smelling cat didn’t clearing like where she was helding. “Where are you going with this?”, suspicion tense in his tone.

 

“It may be our only chance.”, she argued, “Now, it’s simple. We take Patchkit and we ambush him at the base of Highstones tonight before he gets to Mothermouth, he’ll be isolated and have nowhere to run. He can’t fight both us. There, we’ll force him treat Patchkit, wound him if we need to.”.    

 Appledusk staggered back several paces, in horror. Until he finally mumbled, “Are you really willing to do that?”. She looked at him with hard stone eyes, “If it saves my son’s life then yes.”, she uttered. She sat down again, licking Patchkit between the ears. The kits only gave another weak response.   From the back on the den, Appledusk’s tail tip and ear twitched several more times. He looked on blankly in the distance, in the direction of Larchkit and Petalkit as they scrambled through the dried leaves, like a brown lake about to engulf them under it’s muddy surface.   

 

“Another thing.”, She began again, “I want us to go somewhere safer. Being this close to Riverclan border is dangerous.”. Appledusk gave a quick glance over to river covered grasslands of Riverclan. A hint of sorrow came into his pale green eyes. She felt a stab of annoyance, the selfish tom still mourned for the lose of his home. She bet he was staring at the view constantly behind her back. “But where do think we should go?”, he asked, not conceived. She sighed, “I was hoping you might know somewhere.”. The cream cat bite as lips as he thought, “Well, there is one place.”, he meowed, “A barn just beyond the twoleg place near the Thunderclan border. It’s far away enough so no Clan cat would go there but close enough, so it’s only a short journey the four territory if we ever need to return .”. A barn? Mapleshade didn’t like the idea of having to rely on twoleg structures for shelter, like some kind of kittypet. Well, it was temporary. She could complain about it later. After Patchkit was cured of the unknown illness.

 

“Fine.”, she groaned as she began padding out of the ferns, wanting to talk to Larchkit and Petalkit. Appledusk hurried after her, “What do we do about Larchkit and Petalkit when we’re going after Ravenwing? You can’t expect kits they’re age, not to get into some kind trouble.”, Appledusk pointed out. He was right. Then it hit her, “I think I know someone that can help us.”.

 

 

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Being a rogue now, meant she was forced to go the long way, sticking to the borders. She didn’t like the idea leaving her kits under Appledusk’s care; they definitely weren’t, but they were stuck with each other, so some level of trust was needed if the family was going function and survive. All she hoped was that Patchkit’s condition didn’t worsen while she was away.

 

Putting all those thoughts to the side for the moment, she focused on her traveling. Earlier, she’d reluctantly rolled in fox dang, trying to avoid any unnecessary encounters. Even with her scent hidden with odor of fox, she still made sure to always be at least tree-length away from the border and staying in the cover of undergrowth.

 Finally, she began to approve the edge of the Thunderclan territory and her destination. It brought her mixed emotions coming back. It had been just over a day since she was exiled but this place already didn’t feel like home, it just felt a danger zone. She was at constant threat of being attacked or even killed, so she couldn’t afford to stay here any longer then she needed to.  However where she was heading, was a piece of territory that few ventured due to it to it’s poor hunting. But she wasn’t here to catch prey, she was here for a very different reason.    

 

The sharp songs of finches rang loud as she entered the forest. Mapleshade stumbled down a steep slope, the old oaks lay scattered around the area, their branches reaching out, bathing the woodland in a constant layer of shade.  Long grasses and the occasional thornbush were the only undergrowth that grew here. With no berries or seeds for the mice to survive off of.  After last night’s short rain storm, made the grasses drip with fresh rain drops. Despite being technically over the border, the weak scent of Thunderclan, told her it had been a few days since a patrol had came through here.   

 She crept through the still wood as silent as vador moving through blades of grass. The short trees soon began spread out, making a small clearing with cracked soil. Two large pointed brown rocks, stood together side by side, at the left side of the clearing . The rocks’ bases were covered in a moss, that showed signs of being scraped off by claws. But the oddest thing about this place, was the pile of flowers that lay at in center, a wide range of types; Lavender, buttercups, daisies and many more.

 Mapleshade crawled down in the tall damp grass the lined the edges of the clearing, in wait. The place brought back haunting memories for her, even if it didn’t mean much for the rest of Thunderclan, it had always meant a lot to her, ever since she was an apprentice.  Those pointed stones were the things that had caused her father’s head to split open. She shivered as she remembered the scene in every detail; As that savage ginger loner grabbed the beaten Dullface by his neck, slamming him down onto the sharp stone, making the stone drip red and causing her younger self to cry out in terror as her father’s amber eyes become clouded over with the emptiness of death. The fur running down her spine spiked as the yowls and shouts of that battle echoed in her ears.    

 

She forced the dark memories down. She needed to focus. Tucking her paws under her belly, preparing for the possible long wait. The ground damp against her pelt. Cloud after cloud flew past her from above, being dragged on by the blazing winds of the sky. The sun slowly crept further and further away from the horizon, far beyond the stage of Sunrise. Despite time dragging on, making the dark tortoiseshell feel like she was trapped in limbo, she always reminded alert, ears pricked, eyes sharp and nose twitching.  feel like she was trapped in limbo on past  It wasn’t until sunhigh, that finally, a mottled cream and lilac pelt wandering through the nearby scrubs like a hawk gliding around tree branches with ease.  

 

The spiked leaves of a thorn bush rustled as a graying skinny she-cat stepped into the clearing, a small white lily gently gripped between her worn fangs. Mapleshade’s heart beated harder, It was her. The she-cat padded with a slow pace, struggling with age. Her heavy scarred neck and muzzle with matted fur showed long moons spent serving her clan, selflessly throwing herself into battle, doing anything to protect her clanmates.

 

The Elder placed the lily onto the small collection of flowers, bowing her head in sorrow. This was it, she had to now, the she-cat would only be here for another few moments. But regret held her cowering in her grassy cover.  If Mapleshade showed herself now, would the cat in front of her, forgive her?  Had she brought the she-cat shame? Had she brought dishonor to Tulipfur’s name? There was only one to find out, she drove herself from her hiding spot.

 “Mother!”, she called, standing and stepping out of the tall grasses, entering the golden sanded clearing. Her mother’s eyes shot open, looking and twisting round wildly until her sun yellow laid upon her daughter. Silence reminded between the two cat for a heartbeat. Tulipfur took a step towards her, stunned, “M-Mapleshade?”, she stuttered. Mapleshade smiled her greeting. Tulipfur rushed forward, pressed her muzzle against her Mapleshade’s neck, purring loudly, “I’m so revealed you’re not hurt.”, she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”, she told her mother.

 

Tulipfur drew back from Mapleshade, her eyes clouded over with sandness. Mapleshade felt as if landslide had hit her back from the overwhelming guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get to say goodbye to you.”, the old she-cat muttered. It should be me saying sorry to you!  Her mother carried on, “It all happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to you. But-.”.

 She trialed off with her words. Mapleshade was a little shocked, “You’re not ashamed?”, her thoughts slipping out into words by accident. Her mother shock her head, “What kind of mother would I be if I was ashamed of my own kin? No! Oakstar had no right in exiling Patchkit , Petalkit and Larchkit. All kits are a blessing, they can’t control who their parents ar--”, she paused again. Mapleshade swallowed hard, knowing this was going to an emotional conversion. The lilac she-cat began again, “- Though I am a little disappointed you didn’t came to me, Mapleshade. We could of softened sometime out and have avoided this entire situation.”.

 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”, She spoke while dipping her large ginger head.

 Mapleshade was ready explain everything if she needed to. Tulipfur meet her kit’s glaze, “So what happened when you left? Frecklewish said how she saw you and your kits being marched off by a Riverclan patrol.”, she mewed with a worried expression.  Mapleshade felt a growl boil up inside her throat with the mention that name, Frecklewish. That name that Specked cat called her kits, ‘Half-clan creatures’ made her want to rip that foxheart’s fur off. If she ever came across Frecklewish again, it would not a pitty sight.

 

Mapleshade sighed as she began to explain, “I thought that maybe Riverclan could accept us but they rejected us and Darkstar ended up exiling Appledusk as well.”. Tulipfur spat on the nearby earth in disgust, with the mention of Appledusk. “All this is that stupid tom’s fault. Honestly Mapleshade, why did you see in him? He’s just a selfish snob.”.

 “Trust me, I know now. But I had to learn the hard way.”, she admitted, slightly muttering. Tulipfur turned away from Mapleshade, beginning to scan the nearby undergrowth. She blinked, “What are you even doing back here? Where are your kits?”, she asked, deeply concerned. Mapleshade sat down trying to make her body language less tense, trying to calm the situation however her mother reminded standing. Mapleshade explained, “They’re fine. There in a barn-”, At least, she hoped they’d arrived at the Barn by now, “They’re with…”. Tulipfur interrupted her, “Appledusk?”. Mapleshade nodded.  The lilac cat began stressfully pace round the small sandy clearing, pieces of sand being kicked up in clouds as she walked. She began speaking as she moved, “Don’t tell me you’re letting him raise them! If I ever find him, I’ll give a piece of my mind and put him in his place.”, she growled, getting herself worked up.


 

Mapleshade laid her tail on her mother’s back, flatting the fur, calming the scarred she-cat. She wanted to move from friendly conversion and get to business quickly. Her fox scent disguise wouldn’t last much longer in this damp eventerment, so she couldn’t stay here long.  “I come here to ask for your help. Petalkit sick, so me and Appledusk will be setting out tonight, to find a cat to treat him. So we’ll need someone to look after Larchkit and Petalkit.”, she told her mother, being hopeful. She wouldn’t refuse the chance of seeing her exiled grandchildren again, would she? Tulipfur’s eyes drifted to the sandy earth as she began thoughtful for a moment.

 “Alright.”, she mewed with a sudden spark of determination, “I’ll do it, what do you want me to do?”. Mapleshade felt a flood of a relief wash over her. She began to pan out the details, “Me and Appledusk will be leaving as soon as it gets dark. So- could you try and make it to the Barn just beyond Thunderclan territory before sunset?”, Mapleshade suggested.

 

Tulipfur’s ear twitched uneasily, “Ok, I’ll try, just make sure you do your part and get Patchkit better.”.  The mother and daughter shared a smile between them.  No matter what happens, family should always be something you can trust.  Mapleshade looked into the sky, the sun flying over their heading, sending a warm patch light directly onto them, as if they stood on top of of a giant firefly. “It was getting late.”, Mapleshade mentioned, “I should get going.”.

 Tulipfur lay her muzzle into her’s cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”, she whispered. “You too.”, the exiled rouge muttered in return. Slowly, she turned her back on Mapleshade, plodding away from clearing and into the nearby thicket. The green grass darkened as her mother’s thin faint shadow sweep over them like grey water. Mapleshade stayed until her mother mottled cream shape faded into the gloom of the forest completely that she padded towards away herself. However she wasn’t ready to leave, not yet. She had to do something first. Something that she should of done a long time ago.

 

Entering the shade of the almost bare branches again, she crept to a row of oaks, with a directive tangle of roots between each one. Like a medicine cat, she placed her nose against every root and plant, carefully smelling it until unsatisfied and moving on.  It had been seasons since she last hid it. Then she spotted a familiar sight, a snapped grey branch, now nothing more than a stoney stump attached to a rotting hollow oak trunk. This was it. The roots around this ancient tree were so dense, it was like it’s own network of dens, an endless amount of deep dark holes, waiting to be explored. Her narcissister took over her as she approved it. The holes between the roots were as large as cave entrances when she was a young apprentice, barely more than a kit.  She remembered climbing in between the forest of dull wines, hunting down the giant killer-rabbits that stalked the deeper depths of the hollow tree. Mapleshade purred in amusement at her old fanatics. She was certainly was an imagerive young cat. Plunging  her paw into the darkness of roots, she suddenly hit a hard smooth object.

 

Rolling it out, an old pebble covered with faded claw marks fell onto sandy soil.

 

Her old favourite play-thing. Chasing moss balls has always been her favourite game as a kit. But she hated the fact they never last more than a day. So finding this perfectly round pebble, made her overjoyed when she found it. She’d always liked to came here. Into this isolated part of Thunderclan, her own little corner of the forest. Acting like kit here to escape the stresses of early apprenticeship, the first time away from the warmth of your mother’s belly and going into terrors of battles for the first time. The world outside camp had once been a scary place. It was her fault. Her father went looking for her and it costed him his life…

 

She shook the dark memories from her head. Grabbing the pebble, she headed past the large tree trunks, returning to the clearing. Her head slowly become numb as her claw picked up the earth at the base of the pointed, carelessly throwing aside endless clouds of dust. She ignored it as it came up into her nose and eyes. Until she had swollow dip in the ground, a half-hearted effect of making a pit. With a sigh, she damped the rock into the swallow dip, landing with thumb, bouncing slightly.  She began burying the thing, that held so many good memories, keeping  it under the earth, away from all eyes, along with that part of her life.  



 Patting the earth down, to hide the signs of the earth ever being upturned.  Without any more hesitation, Mapleshade scripted across the wooden floor with the speed of a fox, heading towards the Thunderclan border.  



Teaser for Part 5:
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'Mapleshade pressed herself against the two-leg fence, trying to contain any fear scent. Her ears pricked as she heard the heavy sound of running paws against gravel. “Are you sure saw Mapleshade?”, came Deerapple’s voice, one of her former clanmates. A high-pitched bright voice replied, “I sure of it. I saw a ginger and white tail.”, coming from Nettlepaw. 
The sun crept forever closer to the horizon, sunset quickly approving. She was young and healthy warrior, still in her prime, the journey to the Barn should of been quick. But Appledusk’s vauge directions to it, hadn’t proved useful at all. Now having to rely on her family’s trail scent alone. At least she knew they had made it past the Thunderclan border without much trouble. Patrolling around the twoleg place had never been that good anyway. But despite that, here she was, being hunted down like helpless prey by a patrol.
 
Deerapple spoke again, “Does that mean her kits could be around here?”. You wished. Mapleshade listened in carefully, holding her breath. A low rumble came from beyond the safety of the fence, as a cat was growling to themselves. “I swear”, an angry gruff voice sounded, “If  I find one of those crow-food eating maggots, I’ll slay them where they stand!”. It felt like a mountain of boulder had collapsed on top of her. Out of every Thunderclan warrior, she could’ve encountered, it had to be him. A prideful, fox-hearted Clan purest! He’d been yowling the loudest of all as Mapleshade and her kits were exiled, but not in victory but in protest. He thought exile was not harsh enough for the likes of half-clan cats.  
Quiet rustling and rearing noises came from the other side of the wooden sheet, as a cat teared up grass from under their paws. “The Place of No Stars is the only afterlife that waits a kit-killer, Stemwing!”, Deerapple howled in rage.'
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So yeah, added Mapleshade's parents into this story. Just saying, I only did this to add some depth to Mapleshade's character. Because honestly she doesn't have much to her, other then having constant perry revenge for the death of her kits. Characters; Tulipfur, Dullface, Driftfur, Sloefur and Lankfoot are not cannon. There simply there to fill out space due lack of cannon characters.

OCs, Writing (c) Me.
Warrior cats (c) Erin Hunter.

Name: Subject R2-NAT.
Nicknames: Virow, The "Strings of Gotham", The Plucker/Pluck. (What the inmates of Arkham call Virow.)
Age: Unknown. (But appears to be at a human adult level of maturity.)
Gender:  Hermaphrodite. (characteristics of both males and females.)

Species: Mind Parasite. A "gas-based" life-form that appears to be like "a free-flowing sentient blue/green energy, comparable to that of smoke in texture and movement.". Weather they are alien or native to earth, is unknown. Preys on and consumes the nerve endings and electrical messages of animals brains, usually favouring a certain species to feed on. They need to be in a host's body at all times or they will 'spark and crackle' until evaporating. However with training, they can extend the amount of time outside of a body without dying. 

Hero/Villain: Supervillain. 
Height: 6"6'
Weight: 24.6 kg
Eye Colour: None.
Hair Colour: None.
Skin Colour: None.

Professions: Might be considered a "Psychotherapist" of sort at Arkham Asylum. With Virow's ability to go into someone's brain and a alter brain-patterns, Virow is used to change an inmate's behaviour and to try and cure them of any mental issues that causes them to be dangerous. However Virow is used as absolute last resort and closely monitored when ever it is used. If Virow does anything out of line, even slightly, it will be given a painful electric shock. Virow is only reserved for supervillains beyond the help of any human psychiatrists, such as the Joker. 

Besides from this and being used for research, Virow doesn't really have any official professions. However when free, it will often be involved in serval criminal acts. 

Appearance: Has an endoskeleton that made out of thin light metal rings which creates a human like shape. The endoskeleton has no detail to the face or any other part of it.

Inside the rings is free flowing green and blue energy that is Virow it's self. Since it doesn't have it's own physical body so needs the endoskeleton in order to survive. Without a body, Virow would slowly evaporate. When in Arkham, they will fit a shock collar around Virow's "neck" to keep it under control. 


Personality: Intelligent, Calm, Cruel, Curious, Stuck up, Child-like, Open-minded, Patient, Playful, Big dreamer, Creepy, Selfish, Controlling, identity issues on wither it's human or not. 

(When Virow leaves a host's body, it just doesn't leave with their memories but also small personalties traits from them. So Virow has a forever changing personality, which can make it very unpredictable.)


Powers/Skills: Virow's "superpowers" are not officially considered powers because as the "powers" Virow has, are completely natural to the species. When it comes to physical combat, Virow is lacking. Though it can easily overpower an average person, when it comes to more powerful foes like Superheros/Other Supervillains, Virow struggles. With no training or specific fighting style, Virow must relay on instinct and improvisation in a fight. 

However Virow's true powers come when it manages to get into your brain. So it's crucial to keep Virow away from your face or it can "climb" into your brain though you nose, ear or mouth. Once inside of your brain, it can do a whole host of things to you; Take control of you, control your bodily functions like breathing and swallowing, be the little voice inside your head, erase certain memories (Can erase someone's whole memories but it takes a long time to do this), find out your deepest secrets etc. 

Since Virow is physically inside your mind, it's much more deep then any telekinetic attack. As long as it has enough energy to spare, it can remind in someone's head for a long time, up to 4 weeks. 

Another advantage to being able to switch from host to host, is the stealth advantage. By controlling the person's movements, it can move around in plain sight. And for a quick get away, Virow can even use animals like birds and mice. But this puts Virow at risk of picking up animal habits, so only uses this as a last resort. 


Weaknesses: Due to being a gas-based creature, physical combat such, punching and kicking, won't affected Virow that much besides from shacking it slightly. Though physical combat is still able damage its endoskeleton and if you cause it crack or split, Virow will be exposed to the outside world, which is like acid to it. 

However Virow is still susceptible to things such as; extreme temperatures, different types of waves such as sound waves, acids, reactive elements etc. Its worst weakness by far being electricity. 

Due to Virow experiencing its victim's memories, thoughts and emotions all first-hand, it risks Virow forming an emotional connections with its victims. This is risky as if it can stop Virow from feeding properly because it would kill the host in the process. 

Virow is only able to see and hear when in it's endoskeleton, so can't pick up things such as;sudden temperatures rises or any harmful gases. The only way for Virow to pick those type of things up, is when they cause it physical pain. 


Goals: After getting free range of the Physical world with its new endoskeleton, Virow aims to gain as much knowledge as possible while experimenting with Gotham's people and criminals. Even sometimes doing it for it's own amusement.

Able to travel round without it's Endoskeleton. 

Expanding its abilities to get into the minds of; Plants, Machines, Non-physical entities, Extra dimensional beings etc. 

Crimes: Murder, Physic control, Physical and mental torture, Abuse, Attempt Murder, Trespassing, Indoctrination and Kidnapping.

Contentment: When Viow was first captured, there was much debate on where it should be held. Not only because it's not human but also because of it being a new unique species with great potential. Though, it was decided that a research facility wouldn't secure enough to hold Virow safely. So it was finally decided that the best place to hold it was Arkham Asylum, due the asylum already holding inmates such as Clayface and Mr.freeze, that need specialised cells.  But also because they want to keep Virow in Gotham City as the criminals in Gotham are mostly just humans and if Virow were to get inside of their brains, it wouldn't be a world threat. 

Virow is held in the lower underground levels of Arkham, well alway from any of the patients. Its cell is small plain room with the walls and floors coated with metal and the far wall made from thick glass. There isn't any furniture such a bed as Virow doesn't need sleep . On the ceiling is a trap door, where they spend down dying animals such as mice and rats for Virow to feed on. 

One thing that makes Virow so hard to control, is the fact you can never be sure you have "all" of Virow. As it has the ability to separate itself and to infect multiple hosts at once. However a piece can't afford to remain separated for too long or it could face starvation. 

Success rant: Hard to measure. 

     
Speed: 23/100 
Intelligence: 92/100

Strength: 11/100 
Agility: 21/100

Power: ???
Defences: 40/100

Endurance: 53/100 
Tactics: 87/100


Relationships: 


Toward Superheros: Many Superheros (Specially the Justice League) are wary of Virow as if Virow is able to get in the head of a powerful matehuman like Superman or Wonder women, the effects could be devastating. Despite the possible threat Virow poses, it hasn't proven to be much of a problem outside of Gotham. 

Batman feels like it's his duty to keep Virow under control and inside of Gotham. To the point, that he feels Virow is his reasonability and gets irritated when ever someone "unnecessarily" gets involved with Virow. Having, a "I can deal with them myself" attitude.  

Out of all the superheros, Virow finds Damian wayne the most annoying. Not only does he usually get in Virow's way but he also isn't any fun to experiment with. As Virow thinks Damian has a "very cliched Personality", seeing many cases like Damian before. 
  

Toward Supervillains: Like heros alike, many villains won't Virow because of how difficult it is to control. Many villains even fear Virow, for its ability to be in your head, slowly changing you and way you think, all without you knowing it. However the few Supervillains with guts to take on Virow as an ally have found great uses for it. 

Supervillains, specially the unstable ones, are Virow's most targeted group. As its considers them to have the most interesting minds to experiment with. The only supervillain Virow will never touch is the Doll maker as it feels grateful towards him for freeing him into the physical world. The Inmates of Arkham have come to know Virow as the Plucker ("Pluck" for short), named after the way Virow seems to slowly picks at your mind during "treatment". 




Other: 
Mind Parasites gain the characteristics of their victims. That's why Virow acts like a human because they're it's main targets.

Virow is unable to feel, taste or smell. It can only hear and see. 

Virow doesn't need to sleep. But it does have a similar state, where it will remain immobile for serval hours or even days, sorting though its collected memories and thoughts. Unlike sleep, Virow still keeps a slight awareness of its surroundings and go in and out of it willingly. 

When Virow talks, it sounds as if a women and man are speaking in unison. 
  

Backstory:
 A sudden mysterious illness had now struck Gotham city. However it wasn't like any other illnesses and infections seen before. The factors stood: One person got it at time, It had no pattern to it's victims at all, the illness gave it's victims random mental problem before finally destroying the brain completely...

Most people took no notice of this little pest but the strange details caught the eye of the dark knight himself!

Batman knew that there was more to this then just some illness. However Batman wasn't the only one who grew a deep interest, the Doll maker wanted it for himself...

So on one dark bleak night in Gotham, only the screams of the next Victim could be heard as her mind was suffering though endless torture. Sometimes her darkness memories would appear from no where. Other times she would hear a voice that was not her own. What was happening to her?

But before she could blink the window suddenly smashed with a least 10 horrific monsters blasting in. They looked human but their skin was rotting and body parts were over sized from one another. Their eyes were nothing but blank dead white shapes. Covered to the bream with stitches and metal bars barely holding them together. The woman tried her best to scream out without success as a man comes though the crowd of creatures, who looked just as vile as the others. But he showed emotion with little more then that of a psychopath. 

Within under 3 hrs. the Doll maker had now kidnapped the innocent woman and had her ready for the "extraction". It was a real shame though she could of made a fine edition to the family. However what he was about to get would surpass any of his other creations by a mile! IF he could just get the Mind Parasite out of the woman's brain. Even once it was out of the brain, it would die in a matter of minutes for not having no physical body. Luckily he had that sorted, as he had a "metal shell" that would allow the Mind Parasite survive in theory anyway. 

And it was successful, almost. Doll maker had given the Mind Parasite true freedom. However he failed to control it and it broke free! Now it was here. An entire new world it had only seen from peoples' minds, it seem so perfect from it's limited movement though minds. But now it was really here, it was the most beautiful thing it had ever seen.

And now it was Virow's personal playground ...


Theme Songs:


As you can imagine, trying to find a theme song for Virow was quite hard but I think I finally found a song that could kind of work.

World so cold by Three days Grace - This song is from the point of view of man who has lost his wife. And Virow has gotten into his head and trying to see what happens when someone isn't allowed to move on from the death of a loved one. The only lyrics Virow would actully have is "Do you ever feel me? Do you ever look deep down inside? Staring at yourself, paralyzed?"

The Devil Within - For this song, you're going to have to take the lyrics very literally.

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This is an idea I've had for a while however I'm still not quite at the skill level yet to draw him the way I'd like. However you can be sure to see this becoming art in maybe a year or 2.  But I hope you liked it!

Another Villain idea: Supervillain idea: Cyber.

Virow (c) Me.   

I have the ultimate way to defense yourself online. Do you have to be deal with: Annoying people, haters or spammers?

Well just link them to this video and all your your problems will be gone!: 




However if that doesn't work, there is always the back up video... Don't ever look at this video yourself though. :police: rvmp 

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Side affects of looking at this includes but not limited to: 

- Consent Feeling of lose, betrayal and emptiness after being trolled 
- Endless Vomiting of rainbows
- Vison and insight into the alternate meme dimension
- Getting  wall awareness
- Gaining the ability to speed talk Nyan cat backwards while moon-walking on mar, dressed in an see through lawyer outfit, eating a pink lemon and having the 55-legged-donkey-banana-monkey-skim-scarlet-Carbon-Umber-Peanut of destiny and butter magic balls.

- Learning the truth about "Illumature not-un-disconfiremed".
- Being taken in a world with no imagining power  

Part 2 of What if Mapleshade's kits had lived! Still not sure how many part I'll do to this, by we'll see. Hope you enjoy!

 
Part 1: What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived part 1.

Part 3: What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived Part 3.


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Story:
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A hunched up Larchkit was grasped in her mouth. Out of all of her kits, she feared he was most likely do something outrageous. He was pulling off a strope, tightening up in annoyance. Patchkit and Petalkit stayed as close to Mapleshade as possible, scared of this alien territory. They’ll get use to it once we’re here for a while, she told herself. They were heading to the camp now, all she needed to do was get their sympathy. Maybe, just maybe, getting exiled was a part of a destiny for greater things.


Swirling clouds unspeakably high above her head, threaten to cover the warmth of the sun and to place a sheet of shadows over the land. The territory around her was unfamiliar. The ground should be dry and sandy but instead it was damp and marshy under her paws pads. Without packed trees to create a forest, it was pale wide plain, dotted with islands of protruding rocks.There wasn’t a spot in this territory where you could avoid the faint gushing sound of rushing water.

The holes left by Larchkit and Petalkit’s claws, where they had gripped her, had started to bleed. Small Streams of red were running down her ginger, black and white fur now. With Patchkit keeping on glancing up at them, it made Mapleshade begin to get uneasy, but Patchkit still didn’t say a word. She had much more important things to deal with. Getting herself healed should be an afterthought. After wandering down another slope, two streams came into view, uniting at the edge of the horizon, creating a blue ringed circle. In the center, was a tangle of long grasses and reeds, that stood above them. Mapleshade’s ear twitch. The salty fishy scent of Riverclan overpowered any other odors that could of been lingering about this place. Finally, they arrived. The Riverclan camp.



She placed Larchkit gently onto the ground. All three of her kits sat neatly in a row, just a whisker-length away from her muzzle, “Make sure to stay close to me at all times. Don’t wander off and don’t say anything. I’ll take care of everything, don’t you worry.”, she mewed softly, trying to remain hopeful in this bleak looking situnsion. All three kits nodded. Splashfoot marched ahead, “Come on.”, he ordered harshly, approaching the reeds with Eletail already disappearing inside. As the pale warrior passed Appledusk, he angrily swiped his tail across his clanmate muzzle, muttering, “Now you’ll answer for what you’ve done.”, under his breath. Appledusk replied with a hiss as sharp as a snake’s. The two mates shared a pitiful glance before both entered the forest of reeds. The long brown leaves were swept aside as Mapleshade took long strides to flatten it, making a path for her kits. But they still had to stumble over the fallen reeds, like logs for a fully grown cat. 

They must've been exhausted by now. They’ve been through more then a cat should through in a lifetime, but they had to suffer through it all in one day as kits; being exiled for something they couldn’t help, dragged across a river, having one of them almost drown and learning their father wasn’t Birchface. Even then, it still wasn't over, they still had to be accepted into Riverclan. Once they’re were in their new home, Mapleshade would take them to a nice clean nest and they could have a long needed rest. The earth under Mapleshade become not just marshy but was now swallow muddy stagnant water. Her paws were now covered in a layer of green mud. However unlike her, where it only went up her paws, the mud stretched up, all the way up to the kits’ bellies. Just a bit further.  


After traveling through the reeds for another fox-length, the tall plants began to space out before stopping eventually to make way for a large clearing. The entire camp was built on a slowly arching slope, walls blocking the views of the outstretching marsh grasslands just beyond their sight. The dens were made from carefully tightly woven and packed reeds and twigs. Sedges surrounded the edges of the clearing, to make it’s own isolated island. The ancient willow that stood at the side of the clearing, was a towering figure among the tangle of different grass types.

The ground here, turned to cracked well-worn sandy stone, showing a history of countless floods.


Lots of cats were already outside of their dens, getting on with their own business, eating large fish or sharing tongues. However once they spotted the approaching tortoiseshell and kits, many of them got up to their paws , uneasy. Not aggressive but certainly unwelcoming. Larchkit looked around wildly, a growl forming in his throat. Mapleshade lay her tail over his shoulders, shaking her head at her son. Larchkit stopped, joining his littermates in a huddle beside their mother. Eeltail pointed out a rock tucked away behind a layer of undergrowth, “You and your kits wait there while I fetch Darkstar.”. Before rushing over to a cluster of stems woven into the roots of the ancient Willow. As Mapleshade waited, the Riverclan warriors muttered suspiciously behind her. More cats were beginning to sense the presence of Thunderclan scent and beginning to poke their head out the den entrances. There was a stir of movement from inside the Leader den as a black shape emerged from its shadows. Darkstar stood with a strong posture.

Mapleshade’s mate puffed up his chest as his leader padded up to them. “Applesusk, what’s going? Why is Mapleshade he-”, Darkstar paused. Then the Riverclan leader’s nose began twitching as she scented something, lowering her head. Mapleshade shifted, showing Darkstar the fear filled kits behind her. “Why are kits here? They should be in the Nursery.”, she pointed out. Appledusk took a step forward, surprisingly calm, “Those kits are mine.”, he announced. Around the whole camp, yowls and hisses filled the air. A specked elder even yelled out in the far back, of the now gathered crowd, “traitor!”. This was it. Appledusk would be able to explain on the kits' be-half; that they truly had a place among the Riverclan warriors. Darkstar’s eyes widen, “What are you talking about?”. Appledusk bowed his head respectfully, “Please forgive me.”. A she-cat separated from the ring of watching cats, bounding out to Appledusk. Reedshine.

“What are you saying, Appledusk?” she asked, pressing herself against Appledusk’s thick slick pelt. Mapleshade’s mind become numb in that heartbeat. The way they leaned against each other- they were more than Clanmates. Bitter frost of jealousy was beginning to form at the bottom of Mapleshade’s heart. “It’s true Reedshine. I’m sorry.”, Appledusk whispered. Reedshine staggered away from him, turning her head to Mapleshade. She looked down at the kits, lost for words.



Darkstar stood face to face with her trusted senior warrior, “What are you talking about?”, she repeated, her patient being tested. Appledusk began to explain, “A few moons age, I- meet Mapleshade in secret and she ended up getting pregnant.”. Darkstar remind silent, not having any questions yet, so Appledusk carried on, “Mapleshade said she would raise them in Thunderclan. I knew I betrayed my clan- so I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone.”. Darkstar attention went to the former Thunderclan warrior, her stare judging, “So why have you brought them here?”, tail twitching. Mapleshade’s teeth gritted together, now it was her turn, she’d had to get this right, “Ravenwing managed to discover the truth. So Oakstar exiled me and my kits. I would be unspeakably grateful if you were able to let my kits join your Clan. They have Riverclan blood in them.”.


By now, the Riverclan deputy, Spiketail had joined them, sitting beside his leader. What was he thinking of all of this? Then Appledusk dipped his cream coloured head, eyes closed, “Please Darkstar, know that I understand now, I was being a fool. I should've never met Mapleshade. It was a mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life.”, he mewed, “I can only beg for your forgiveness. My loyalty is with Riverclan.”. Mistake? Regret? Mapleshade’s ears were pricked, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he trying to pin the blame on her? He came willingly to their meetings! Anger sparked inside her, “How dare yo-”, but a tail was flattened against her open jaw as Spiketail shut her up, “Hush. We’re not going to solve this by shouting.”. Mapleshade forced herself to be quite. She couldn’t ruin this for herself. She took the chance to check on her kits; Patchkit was crouched down on the crusted soil while Petalkit and Larchkit looked up with shocked faces and they were looking directly at her. Mapleshade blinked. They were scared of their own mother.


Slowly, Appledusk began to plead his cause again once things had calmed down. Mapleshade waited for what fox-dang excuse he came up with next. “Please, give me one last chance.”, Appledusk muttered, “I’ll prove to you all that I’m a loyal warrior.”. Spiketail and Darkstar looked at each other, reading each other. Spiketail nodded, seemly agreeing with the cream tom, “Appledusk is a brave and strong warrior and so would any kits he’s fathered. It would be a waste to let them go.”, the graying elderly deputy stood directly in front of the brown tom, “I’m willing to give him a chance.”, smiling. Appledusk gave a grateful smile back. Were they being allowed to join? Reedshine padded up alongside him, their fur brushing like weeds growing around each other . “Spiketail’s right. Appledusk is the most loyal warrior in Riverclan.”. Despite how much Reedshine annoyed Mapleshade, she was grateful for her support. With two Riverclan cats on their side, including the deputy, made it all the more likely of giving her kits a future.

Silence hang over all the cats in the clearing like a fog. All of it now hinged on Darkstar’s decision. She reminded thoughtful for a heartbeat, a frown came over her face, until eventually shaking her head. Mapleshade’s hope shattered. “I can’t agree with you there, Spiketail.”, she mewed. Panic came over Reedshine, her fur beginning spike up.


Appledusk reminding calm until now, took a step forward, “What?! Why?!”, he snapped. Darkstar looked coldly at him, her blue eyes darken as if rain clouds gathered there, “I’d like to give you that benefit of the doubt but I can’t. By taking a mate from another clan, you’ve betrayed your Clan and the Warrior code.”. Reedshine gasped while the Riverclan warriors yowled their agreement in the background. But Mapleshade could barely hear any of them. Darkstar was kicking Appledusk out? But what about, Patchkit, Larchkit and Petalkit? They were too young. They needed to raised in a clan.


Mapleshade darted forward, leaving her kits beside an enraged Appledusk. She stood nose to nose with the pitiful Riverclan leader, “What about my kits?”, she demanded impatiently. “Half-clans have no place among the us.”, Darkstar argued. Mapleshade growled at her, feeling the urge to rip her fur off. “Spend away me if you wish. But they need a home!”. Yet again, Darkstar shook her head. Mapleshade reared up onto her hind legs, about to slash down on Darkstar’s head. However teeth grasped her scruff and she was thrown backwards. She was sent flying, her kits had to scatter like ants to avoid their mother crashing into them. The air was forced from her lungs, a small dust cloud was created as she landed. Sand went up into her mouth and nose, causing her to cough. “Pin her down!”, Mapleshade heard when her senses were still blurred. Spiketail and a warrior, called Milkfur, dashed over hurriedly, taking hold of the she-cat. Mapleshade furiously thrashed out but with the strength of two warriors, they overpowered her, keeping her subdued. “Mother!”, Petalkit cried out.

The cats around her carried the conversation like nothing happened. Appledusk did his best not to hiss, “So you’re banishing me?”, desperately wanting to know. The black she-cat nodded, “You got yourself into this mess and you have to face the consequences. Those kits are your problem now. Mapleshade can’t raise them alone.”. Mapleshade stopped struggling. With a flick of Darkstar's tail, the two cats separated, allowing Maplshade to get to her paws.


“It’s decided, then.”, Darkstar muttered. The leader turned to her clan, her words ringing loud and clear, “From this moment on, Appledusk is officially exiled from Riverclan! If you find him on our territory after Moonhigh today, treat him like an any intruder.”. She looked at her deputy, who now looked irritated by Darkstar’s ignoring his willingness to forgive Appledusk. Mapleshade couldn’t believe this was happening. Exiled twice in one day. What would they do? Where would they go? How would she feed three kits with no territory? Would they have to live as rogues for the rest of their lives? With questions swarming through her head, she barely noticed Darkstar listing warriors, “Spiketail, Rainfall, Splashfoot, Eeltail and Icefang! Escort Appledusk, Mapleshade and their kits to the southern border.”. Darkstar meet Appledusk’s gaze, “Make sure they leave.”.


The five warriors started to advance on them quickly, fur blazing, claws unsheltered and eyes narrowed. Mapleshade jump to her kits, using her own body as a wall. No one would harm her kits! The Riverclan patrol cornered them, coming from all directions, forcing the family into a tight circle. “Mum-”, Larchkit whimpered, “I’m scared.”. Mapleshade leaned over, “They won’t hurt you.”, she mewed, “I won’t let them.”. Having rounded them up, the patrol like one living creature, moved forward, matching each other stride by stride. With nowhere to run, Mapleshade had little choose in shuffling forward, she scooped up the closeted kit to her, Larchkit in her mouth. Then she kicked at Appledusk's side to grab his immediate yet needed attention, he glared at her but quickly picked up the message. Petalkit squealed as her father, a stranger to her, lifted her off the ground. She began flailing her legs, trying to escape. But a kit could do little to get away. Patchkit meanwhile, with a surprising amount of skill, leapt onto his mother’s flake, getting a grip and scrambling onto her back. The group slowly edged towards the camp entrance…


Suddenly Reedshine came storming through the crowd, shoving her clanmates aside. “You can’t let him leave!”, she yelled, “I’m pregnant with his kits!”. What? She could physically see a shiver run down Appledusk's spine, as he twitched almost fearfully. The frost of jealousy that had formed in Mapleshade, had now turned to solid ice of hatred. She and Appledusk were going to have a long conversion after this. The mood around Riverclan shifted however it wasn’t enough for Darkstar to change her decision. The only reaction Reedshine got out of the leader was, “I’m sorry.”. Three of her clanmates were forced to hold Reedshine back before she could reach the traitor. Mapleshade’s could just make out the soft whisper of a young cat, “Appledusk…”, a tom muttered. She noticed Appledusk’s apprentice, Perchpaw looking on, helplessly as his mentor was taken away. The apprentice looked horrified.


The panic in Mapleshade grew inside her rapidly, as they were marched out of camp, into the reeds again. The long marshy and stony plains soon came into view, stretching out before her. Her eyes were solely fixed on the south border in the far distant. She had failed. And now her kits would never be able to grow up in the four territories. They would have to live the harsh and honorless lives of rouges from now on. 






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Writing (c) Me.
Warrior cats (c) Erin Hunter. 
Ok, another part of my What if story! If you haven't read the first three parts, I high recommend you start from the beginning, if you want the full story. With that said, hope you enjoy!


Part 3:  What if Mapleshade's Kits Had lived Part 3.

Part 5: Soon.

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Story:
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Her blurred senses began to separate from the black void of sleep and make sense of the world around her. The wall in front of her slowly become more detailed, seeing the separate lime stems, creating a forest of tall pale trunks. Mapleshade’s neck ached from spending the night laying on a wooden floor, rather than proper bedding made from soft moss and feathers. She’ll miss the nursery. Taking in the moment, she breathed in the fresh and crisp dawn air. Peering through the gaps in the ferns, she noticed a frosty white gleaming fog had drifted in, covering the small birch wood and Riverclan marshes in icey silver sheets.

 She eventually noticed movement in the pile of soft fur at her belly.  Petalkit shifted around uncountably serval until throwing herself away from her sleeping brothers, landing in heap on Mapleshade’s tail, panting.  “What’s wrong?”, she asked confused. The brown she-kit huffed, “It’s boiling in there!”, she complained. This just made Mapleshade even more confused. She had a thick pelt but overheating had never been problem until now.  Leaning over, she sniffed. Petalkit was right, it was near her belly and the source of it was...Patchkit. His chest rose and fell slowly, his breath heavy and swallow. He was horribly burning up like a blazing fiery monster ripping through trees and undergrowth as it charged through the forest. Lightly nudging Patchkit to wake up, he simply let out off a weak gruff moaning. Instead Larchkit began to steer from his deep subber. “Is it dawn already?”, the dark kit guessed, rolling onto his back and stretching his legs. Seemly he was completely ignorant of Patchkit’s soaring temperature. Out of nowhere Larchkit leapt to his paws, as if he had all the energy in Starclan, hushing outside of ferns with the speed of a hare.  “Don’t go anything outside of my line of sight, ok?”, Mapleshade called after him, feeling like that could go wrong, would, knowing her son. “Don’t worry,  I will!”, not even bothering to look back at her as he sped off.

 

“Make sure he stays out of trouble.”, she uttered to her daughter. Petalkit’s face lit up. She flexed her claws, a malicious smile grow up her face like a weed, “It’ll be my pleasure.”, she mewed slyly. Before rushing out of the outstretching branches of the ferns, after her brother.

 With her two other kits out the way, her full attention could be on Patchkit.  He was fighting his own body; constantly uncontrollable shaking, raspy gasping for air, his eyes rolled inside his head making them white slit and he was as solid and cold as frozen stone in leaf-bare. What was wrong with him? Mapleshade stood up, trying to give the young kit some space. She prodded him with her muzzle again, trying to get him to stand but he just continued to make meaningless unhealthy noises. Slowly she began to get worried, “Patchkit, Patchkit. Are you alright? Try and stand up.”, she encouraged. Still nothing. He continued to lay there  barely moving among the red and orange leaves. The sign of life he gave off was the rising of chest and occasional twitch.

 

Just then she spotted a cream pelt moving approving the ferns, ignoring the two kits charging after a moss ball. She’d honestly forgotten he was missing. As he came near, Mapleshade could see covered in small layer of mud and he smelt of marsh.  The branches swayed as the large frame of Appledusk evented inside. Carrying three green limp bodies with him. Mapleshade blinked at him, “Frogs?”. He placed them down at his paws, making strange movements with mouth in effort to get rid of the houl taste. “Well since we’re in exile now.”, mewing with hint of mockery. Mapleshade narrowed her eyes. He quickly shifted his tone of voice, knowing he was pushing his back, “-Since I can’t fish in the waters of Riverclan territory, I have to make do with what we’ve got.”.  

 He pushed a frog toward her, settling down with one of his own. Just looking at it’s lumpy slimy gray-green skin with those fish-like eyes made her want to be sick. “Where did you even get them?”, she mewed, still wondering why he would choose frog over anything else. “A small pond near a twoleg fence. However I think I drained what little prey it had to offer.”. That was right, Appledusk, as a Riverclan cat, could only really hunt in water. And with Riverclan hogging all the nearby rivers and streams, he wouldn’t be much use in gathering food. So, unless they could find another water source with a steady food supply, she would have to teach him how to hunt on land. Which wouldn’t be fun. She also wanted to get some traveling done today as well. They were too far over the border for any normal patrol to go after them. Sure. But if they sent too long lingering around the Riverclan’s borders, Darkstar might sent warriors to drive them further away.

 

Pushing aside her unappetizing meal for the moment, she turned to Appledusk, “You wouldn’t know anything herbs or illnesses, would you?”, being hopeful. The tom made a face after swallowing another painful mouthful of frog, “What do I look like? A Medicine cat?”, he joked.

She sighed, moving around so he could see the limp Patchkit, “I think he’s ill.”. Appledusk’s eyes surprising glazed over with concern, “He is?”, leaning over and sniffing him over. He sat back, seemly unsure what to do, “What’s wrong with him?”, he asked. That’s why I’m asking you!  She couldn’t help but cringe at her mouth-brained partner.  She shrugged, “I don’t know. He’s not coughing, so I don’t think it’s white or Greencough.”. Appledusk muttered something under his breath looking to the green wall for the heartbeat before looking back her. “So what do we do about it?”, he urged.  

 

Silence came over the two cats as they tried to think of a situation, only the squeals of the playing Petalkit and Larchkit from outside, could be heard. They need to get a Medicine cat to look at him but who? There were four medicine cat but which one? Both Ravenwing and the Riverclan medicine cat, Driftpelt would probably refuse to help them after learning the truth.

Yet there was still Sloefur and Lankfoot. Would they help? However Mapleshade quickly decided against it. Windclan and Shadowclan were their last change on ever returning to the Clans. So she doubted they would let them join after forcing their medicines cat to cure her kits. Thinking it about,  it couldn’t be Driftpelt either. Riverclan knew their location, so threatening one of their members could provoke an attack. They would have to relocate Petalkit and Larchkit and with not knowing how much time Patchkit had, it was too risky. There was only one left.

 Mapleshade’s fangs chattered with anticipation. She’d been craving to get rightful vengeance on the cats that had ruined her life.  The blurry brown image of Oakstar flashing in her mind. The leader towered over her and her kits, standing proudly on the Highrock, the spot he didn’t deserve. How he threw outside innocent kits like insects just because they didn’t carry pure blood, sicken her. With the cowering shape of Ravenwing under him. As the pathetic Medicine cat watched silently as kits were outcasted, all because he had to open his stupid mouth. Mapleshade grew enraged as the scene played in her head.

 

Foam began building up in her throat from the memory of the Foxhearts.

 

“What are you doing?!”, came a shocked voice, breaking into her thoughts. Appledusk stood there, staring wide eyed at Mapleshade’s paws. She’d fail release she tearing up the frog under her thorn-like claws. The head had been reduced to a green and red solid mush. “Just thinking.”, she snorted, not bothering to came up with believable excuse.  Wanting to just get in out the way, she hooked the frog by the leg, shoving into her mouth. A foul watery-salty flavour filled mouth also feeling the rubbery texture of the skin.  She quickly forced it down her throat, not even chewing. Appledusk made a face, grossed out by his mate’s actions.  Moving on quickly she changed the topic, “I know what we have to do.”, she revealed.

 “Which is?”, Appledusk asked grumpily, not willing to play the waiting game.

 “It’ll be a half-moon tonight, correct?”, she mewed. Appledusk nodded.

 “Well-”, she continued, “-Revenwing will be be making the journey to the Moonstone soon. That’s our opportunity.”.

 The fish-smelling cat didn’t clearing like where she was helding. “Where are you going with this?”, suspicion tense in his tone.

 

“It may be our only chance.”, she argued, “Now, it’s simple. We take Patchkit and we ambush him at the base of Highstones tonight before he gets to Mothermouth, he’ll be isolated and have nowhere to run. He can’t fight both us. There, we’ll force him treat Patchkit, wound him if we need to.”.    

 Appledusk staggered back several paces, in horror. Until he finally mumbled, “Are you really willing to do that?”. She looked at him with hard stone eyes, “If it saves my son’s life then yes.”, she uttered. She sat down again, licking Patchkit between the ears. The kits only gave another weak response.   From the back on the den, Appledusk’s tail tip and ear twitched several more times. He looked on blankly in the distance, in the direction of Larchkit and Petalkit as they scrambled through the dried leaves, like a brown lake about to engulf them under it’s muddy surface.   

 

“Another thing.”, She began again, “I want us to go somewhere safer. Being this close to Riverclan border is dangerous.”. Appledusk gave a quick glance over to river covered grasslands of Riverclan. A hint of sorrow came into his pale green eyes. She felt a stab of annoyance, the selfish tom still mourned for the lose of his home. She bet he was staring at the view constantly behind her back. “But where do think we should go?”, he asked, not conceived. She sighed, “I was hoping you might know somewhere.”. The cream cat bite as lips as he thought, “Well, there is one place.”, he meowed, “A barn just beyond the twoleg place near the Thunderclan border. It’s far away enough so no Clan cat would go there but close enough, so it’s only a short journey the four territory if we ever need to return .”. A barn? Mapleshade didn’t like the idea of having to rely on twoleg structures for shelter, like some kind of kittypet. Well, it was temporary. She could complain about it later. After Patchkit was cured of the unknown illness.

 

“Fine.”, she groaned as she began padding out of the ferns, wanting to talk to Larchkit and Petalkit. Appledusk hurried after her, “What do we do about Larchkit and Petalkit when we’re going after Ravenwing? You can’t expect kits they’re age, not to get into some kind trouble.”, Appledusk pointed out. He was right. Then it hit her, “I think I know someone that can help us.”.

 

 

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Being a rogue now, meant she was forced to go the long way, sticking to the borders. She didn’t like the idea leaving her kits under Appledusk’s care; they definitely weren’t, but they were stuck with each other, so some level of trust was needed if the family was going function and survive. All she hoped was that Patchkit’s condition didn’t worsen while she was away.

 

Putting all those thoughts to the side for the moment, she focused on her traveling. Earlier, she’d reluctantly rolled in fox dang, trying to avoid any unnecessary encounters. Even with her scent hidden with odor of fox, she still made sure to always be at least tree-length away from the border and staying in the cover of undergrowth.

 Finally, she began to approve the edge of the Thunderclan territory and her destination. It brought her mixed emotions coming back. It had been just over a day since she was exiled but this place already didn’t feel like home, it just felt a danger zone. She was at constant threat of being attacked or even killed, so she couldn’t afford to stay here any longer then she needed to.  However where she was heading, was a piece of territory that few ventured due to it to it’s poor hunting. But she wasn’t here to catch prey, she was here for a very different reason.    

 

The sharp songs of finches rang loud as she entered the forest. Mapleshade stumbled down a steep slope, the old oaks lay scattered around the area, their branches reaching out, bathing the woodland in a constant layer of shade.  Long grasses and the occasional thornbush were the only undergrowth that grew here. With no berries or seeds for the mice to survive off of.  After last night’s short rain storm, made the grasses drip with fresh rain drops. Despite being technically over the border, the weak scent of Thunderclan, told her it had been a few days since a patrol had came through here.   

 She crept through the still wood as silent as vador moving through blades of grass. The short trees soon began spread out, making a small clearing with cracked soil. Two large pointed brown rocks, stood together side by side, at the left side of the clearing . The rocks’ bases were covered in a moss, that showed signs of being scraped off by claws. But the oddest thing about this place, was the pile of flowers that lay at in center, a wide range of types; Lavender, buttercups, daisies and many more.

 Mapleshade crawled down in the tall damp grass the lined the edges of the clearing, in wait. The place brought back haunting memories for her, even if it didn’t mean much for the rest of Thunderclan, it had always meant a lot to her, ever since she was an apprentice.  Those pointed stones were the things that had caused her father’s head to split open. She shivered as she remembered the scene in every detail; As that savage ginger loner grabbed the beaten Dullface by his neck, slamming him down onto the sharp stone, making the stone drip red and causing her younger self to cry out in terror as her father’s amber eyes become clouded over with the emptiness of death. The fur running down her spine spiked as the yowls and shouts of that battle echoed in her ears.    

 

She forced the dark memories down. She needed to focus. Tucking her paws under her belly, preparing for the possible long wait. The ground damp against her pelt. Cloud after cloud flew past her from above, being dragged on by the blazing winds of the sky. The sun slowly crept further and further away from the horizon, far beyond the stage of Sunrise. Despite time dragging on, making the dark tortoiseshell feel like she was trapped in limbo, she always reminded alert, ears pricked, eyes sharp and nose twitching.  feel like she was trapped in limbo on past  It wasn’t until sunhigh, that finally, a mottled cream and lilac pelt wandering through the nearby scrubs like a hawk gliding around tree branches with ease.  

 

The spiked leaves of a thorn bush rustled as a graying skinny she-cat stepped into the clearing, a small white lily gently gripped between her worn fangs. Mapleshade’s heart beated harder, It was her. The she-cat padded with a slow pace, struggling with age. Her heavy scarred neck and muzzle with matted fur showed long moons spent serving her clan, selflessly throwing herself into battle, doing anything to protect her clanmates.

 

The Elder placed the lily onto the small collection of flowers, bowing her head in sorrow. This was it, she had to now, the she-cat would only be here for another few moments. But regret held her cowering in her grassy cover.  If Mapleshade showed herself now, would the cat in front of her, forgive her?  Had she brought the she-cat shame? Had she brought dishonor to Tulipfur’s name? There was only one to find out, she drove herself from her hiding spot.

 “Mother!”, she called, standing and stepping out of the tall grasses, entering the golden sanded clearing. Her mother’s eyes shot open, looking and twisting round wildly until her sun yellow laid upon her daughter. Silence reminded between the two cat for a heartbeat. Tulipfur took a step towards her, stunned, “M-Mapleshade?”, she stuttered. Mapleshade smiled her greeting. Tulipfur rushed forward, pressed her muzzle against her Mapleshade’s neck, purring loudly, “I’m so revealed you’re not hurt.”, she exclaimed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”, she told her mother.

 

Tulipfur drew back from Mapleshade, her eyes clouded over with sandness. Mapleshade felt as if landslide had hit her back from the overwhelming guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get to say goodbye to you.”, the old she-cat muttered. It should be me saying sorry to you!  Her mother carried on, “It all happened so quickly, I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to you. But-.”.

 She trialed off with her words. Mapleshade was a little shocked, “You’re not ashamed?”, her thoughts slipping out into words by accident. Her mother shock her head, “What kind of mother would I be if I was ashamed of my own kin? No! Oakstar had no right in exiling Patchkit , Petalkit and Larchkit. All kits are a blessing, they can’t control who their parents ar--”, she paused again. Mapleshade swallowed hard, knowing this was going to an emotional conversion. The lilac she-cat began again, “- Though I am a little disappointed you didn’t came to me, Mapleshade. We could of softened sometime out and have avoided this entire situation.”.

 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”, She spoke while dipping her large ginger head.

 Mapleshade was ready explain everything if she needed to. Tulipfur meet her kit’s glaze, “So what happened when you left? Frecklewish said how she saw you and your kits being marched off by a Riverclan patrol.”, she mewed with a worried expression.  Mapleshade felt a growl boil up inside her throat with the mention that name, Frecklewish. That name that Specked cat called her kits, ‘Half-clan creatures’ made her want to rip that foxheart’s fur off. If she ever came across Frecklewish again, it would not a pitty sight.

 

Mapleshade sighed as she began to explain, “I thought that maybe Riverclan could accept us but they rejected us and Darkstar ended up exiling Appledusk as well.”. Tulipfur spat on the nearby earth in disgust, with the mention of Appledusk. “All this is that stupid tom’s fault. Honestly Mapleshade, why did you see in him? He’s just a selfish snob.”.

 “Trust me, I know now. But I had to learn the hard way.”, she admitted, slightly muttering. Tulipfur turned away from Mapleshade, beginning to scan the nearby undergrowth. She blinked, “What are you even doing back here? Where are your kits?”, she asked, deeply concerned. Mapleshade sat down trying to make her body language less tense, trying to calm the situation however her mother reminded standing. Mapleshade explained, “They’re fine. There in a barn-”, At least, she hoped they’d arrived at the Barn by now, “They’re with…”. Tulipfur interrupted her, “Appledusk?”. Mapleshade nodded.  The lilac cat began stressfully pace round the small sandy clearing, pieces of sand being kicked up in clouds as she walked. She began speaking as she moved, “Don’t tell me you’re letting him raise them! If I ever find him, I’ll give a piece of my mind and put him in his place.”, she growled, getting herself worked up.


 

Mapleshade laid her tail on her mother’s back, flatting the fur, calming the scarred she-cat. She wanted to move from friendly conversion and get to business quickly. Her fox scent disguise wouldn’t last much longer in this damp eventerment, so she couldn’t stay here long.  “I come here to ask for your help. Petalkit sick, so me and Appledusk will be setting out tonight, to find a cat to treat him. So we’ll need someone to look after Larchkit and Petalkit.”, she told her mother, being hopeful. She wouldn’t refuse the chance of seeing her exiled grandchildren again, would she? Tulipfur’s eyes drifted to the sandy earth as she began thoughtful for a moment.

 “Alright.”, she mewed with a sudden spark of determination, “I’ll do it, what do you want me to do?”. Mapleshade felt a flood of a relief wash over her. She began to pan out the details, “Me and Appledusk will be leaving as soon as it gets dark. So- could you try and make it to the Barn just beyond Thunderclan territory before sunset?”, Mapleshade suggested.

 

Tulipfur’s ear twitched uneasily, “Ok, I’ll try, just make sure you do your part and get Patchkit better.”.  The mother and daughter shared a smile between them.  No matter what happens, family should always be something you can trust.  Mapleshade looked into the sky, the sun flying over their heading, sending a warm patch light directly onto them, as if they stood on top of of a giant firefly. “It was getting late.”, Mapleshade mentioned, “I should get going.”.

 Tulipfur lay her muzzle into her’s cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”, she whispered. “You too.”, the exiled rouge muttered in return. Slowly, she turned her back on Mapleshade, plodding away from clearing and into the nearby thicket. The green grass darkened as her mother’s thin faint shadow sweep over them like grey water. Mapleshade stayed until her mother mottled cream shape faded into the gloom of the forest completely that she padded towards away herself. However she wasn’t ready to leave, not yet. She had to do something first. Something that she should of done a long time ago.

 

Entering the shade of the almost bare branches again, she crept to a row of oaks, with a directive tangle of roots between each one. Like a medicine cat, she placed her nose against every root and plant, carefully smelling it until unsatisfied and moving on.  It had been seasons since she last hid it. Then she spotted a familiar sight, a snapped grey branch, now nothing more than a stoney stump attached to a rotting hollow oak trunk. This was it. The roots around this ancient tree were so dense, it was like it’s own network of dens, an endless amount of deep dark holes, waiting to be explored. Her narcissister took over her as she approved it. The holes between the roots were as large as cave entrances when she was a young apprentice, barely more than a kit.  She remembered climbing in between the forest of dull wines, hunting down the giant killer-rabbits that stalked the deeper depths of the hollow tree. Mapleshade purred in amusement at her old fanatics. She was certainly was an imagerive young cat. Plunging  her paw into the darkness of roots, she suddenly hit a hard smooth object.

 

Rolling it out, an old pebble covered with faded claw marks fell onto sandy soil.

 

Her old favourite play-thing. Chasing moss balls has always been her favourite game as a kit. But she hated the fact they never last more than a day. So finding this perfectly round pebble, made her overjoyed when she found it. She’d always liked to came here. Into this isolated part of Thunderclan, her own little corner of the forest. Acting like kit here to escape the stresses of early apprenticeship, the first time away from the warmth of your mother’s belly and going into terrors of battles for the first time. The world outside camp had once been a scary place. It was her fault. Her father went looking for her and it costed him his life…

 

She shook the dark memories from her head. Grabbing the pebble, she headed past the large tree trunks, returning to the clearing. Her head slowly become numb as her claw picked up the earth at the base of the pointed, carelessly throwing aside endless clouds of dust. She ignored it as it came up into her nose and eyes. Until she had swollow dip in the ground, a half-hearted effect of making a pit. With a sigh, she damped the rock into the swallow dip, landing with thumb, bouncing slightly.  She began burying the thing, that held so many good memories, keeping  it under the earth, away from all eyes, along with that part of her life.  



 Patting the earth down, to hide the signs of the earth ever being upturned.  Without any more hesitation, Mapleshade scripted across the wooden floor with the speed of a fox, heading towards the Thunderclan border.  



Teaser for Part 5:
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'Mapleshade pressed herself against the two-leg fence, trying to contain any fear scent. Her ears pricked as she heard the heavy sound of running paws against gravel. “Are you sure saw Mapleshade?”, came Deerapple’s voice, one of her former clanmates. A high-pitched bright voice replied, “I sure of it. I saw a ginger and white tail.”, coming from Nettlepaw. 
The sun crept forever closer to the horizon, sunset quickly approving. She was young and healthy warrior, still in her prime, the journey to the Barn should of been quick. But Appledusk’s vauge directions to it, hadn’t proved useful at all. Now having to rely on her family’s trail scent alone. At least she knew they had made it past the Thunderclan border without much trouble. Patrolling around the twoleg place had never been that good anyway. But despite that, here she was, being hunted down like helpless prey by a patrol.
 
Deerapple spoke again, “Does that mean her kits could be around here?”. You wished. Mapleshade listened in carefully, holding her breath. A low rumble came from beyond the safety of the fence, as a cat was growling to themselves. “I swear”, an angry gruff voice sounded, “If  I find one of those crow-food eating maggots, I’ll slay them where they stand!”. It felt like a mountain of boulder had collapsed on top of her. Out of every Thunderclan warrior, she could’ve encountered, it had to be him. A prideful, fox-hearted Clan purest! He’d been yowling the loudest of all as Mapleshade and her kits were exiled, but not in victory but in protest. He thought exile was not harsh enough for the likes of half-clan cats.  
Quiet rustling and rearing noises came from the other side of the wooden sheet, as a cat teared up grass from under their paws. “The Place of No Stars is the only afterlife that waits a kit-killer, Stemwing!”, Deerapple howled in rage.'
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So yeah, added Mapleshade's parents into this story. Just saying, I only did this to add some depth to Mapleshade's character. Because honestly she doesn't have much to her, other then having constant perry revenge for the death of her kits. Characters; Tulipfur, Dullface, Driftfur, Sloefur and Lankfoot are not cannon. There simply there to fill out space due lack of cannon characters.

OCs, Writing (c) Me.
Warrior cats (c) Erin Hunter.

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