Warriors: Dawn of the Clans #5: A Forest Divided

Tealgaze clambered over the rocks, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she struggled to climb the rocky outcrop.
She reached the top and collapsed on the soft tussocks of grass and moss that grew on the edge of the cliff.
Tealgaze looked over at the direction of where she came from and admired the view somewhat dejectedly.
She had been aimlessly wandering towards the mountains for two moons now, but she had yet to find a good place to settle. Tealgaze had run across many different cats — rogues, loners, and kittypets — and learned quite a bit about different ways of life. Some of them weren’t very hospitable, but some of them offered to share their food or shelter for a day or so, and Tealgaze happily took up their offers to rest up and get her strength.
But now that two moons has passed, her belly had swelled with kits, and they were almost due, she was starting to get worried.
What if she gave birth to her kits in a dangerous place?
What if she couldn’t find food for them?
What if a fox or badger killed them?
Or worse, what if she died during kitting, and her kits were forced to survive on their own?
• Stop stressing and keep going,• Tealgaze told herself as she stood up and trekked onwards, her paws sore and tired.
She walked until the sun fell, and right when she was about to give up and go to sleep for the night, she stumbled upon a small hollow ringed by three trees. Brambles and gorse surrounded it in a dense tangle, which promised safety.
Intrigued, Tealgaze searched for a way through (a thinner patch of bramble) and pushed her way inside.
• Maybe this will be a good spot for kits? •
After looking around, Tealgaze settled down for the night, feeling safe and content in her shady little hollow.
Over the next quarter moon, Tealgaze was busy working on making the hollow safer and more secure, and even made a fresh-kill pile to remind her of home. She looked on it sadly, thinking about WolfClan and her siblings. Tealgaze felt grief cool her heart — how could she leave them? She missed them so, so much. Was Dustyrose doing better? Was she even still alive? Was Mousepetal deputy, like she seemed destined to be? What about Pouncebranch? Robinbreeze? Did Rippedgorse find a mate who would actually have kits — happily — with him?
Tealgaze felt ashamed of herself for overreacting. But then again… she said no…
A sharp, searing pain suddenly gripped her stomach.
• No… •
Another spasm made her crouch down as she gritted her teeth against the pain. “ No.” Tealgaze gasped to empty silence. “ The kits.”

My hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption — that’s from Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional heh
The final chapter is in the final chapter of DoTC!
— Sunsetsplash

I love all ur books and im on to the Seekers series but one recommendation is PLZ make a warriors movie of any of the books

Ty!

Stream waved her tail teasingly.
“You can’t catch me!” she chirped. Her brother narrowed his blue eyes. She winked one of her own amber ones and leaped onto a higher perch on the mountain of Twoleg trash. Growl tried to clamber up, but something shiny slid away under his paws.
“Stop that. You’ll be trainees today at Set! Cats are already placing their stones for who should train you!” Brook scolded, making Stream cast a glance towards the holes in the ground at the other side of the den. Each hole had things that a cat chose to put in it. Each year the finds got more impressive, even including a few dog teeth this year like many of the senior fighters wore on collars. Whoever had the most items, and the most impressive items, would get the honor of being a trainer. She could see cats sneakily casting rocks into holes now. The sun began to dip below the Twolegplace. The time had gone from Fall into Set.
“All cats gather round!” Killer’s yowl rang out in the large den. There was a few passages leading off the den, and cats streamed forwards from these. Stream’s mother, Brook, waved them down with her tail and sat in her place by Fang, her father. The two kits scurried down the trash pile and stared with wide eyes at the pile of stones. Growl’s amber-splotched pelt rippled with excitement, and her tail eagerly twitched.
“Cats of BloodClan,” the leader began. “These two kits are about to truly start their lives and become trainees. Death, you brought back a Twoleg pelt and several shiny foodstuff (author’s note: they believe that, as Twolegs trade with coins and seem to consider them of great value, they must be edible.), and even a piece of glass. I will give you today the honor of mentoring Growl. Growl, you are now a trainee.”
He paused to look at her.
“Snarl, you brought back one of DeathClan’s dog teeth. This is a much-coveted prize item. Therefore, I will honor you by mentoring Stream. Stream, be proud. You are now a true trainee.”
“Growl! Stream! Growl! Stream!”
Stream grinned as the cats chanted her name once, twice, three times.
•I am a full trainee of BloodClan now! I will do all I can to help my Clan.•