So this takes place in between Power Of Three and Omen Of The Stars, I hope you like it! :D

"Tawnypelt, greetings," Brambleclaw said, padding up to her and placing his tail on her shoulder affectionately.

The tortoiseshell ShadowClan cat dipped her head to her brother. "Hello, Brambleclaw, its good to see you," she broke into a purr. "How's the prey running?"

Brambleclaw sat down beside her, curling his tail neatly around his paws. "Not very well, I'm afraid," he admitted. "Leaf-bare has hit hard.

Tawnypelt grunted in agreement, and the littermates sat in silence for a moment. Chilly wind blew through the air, ruffling their fur. It was a cold night. The full moon was glowing brightly above them, however, not a cloud in sight. Tawnypelt vaguely wondered when the gathering would start- she didn't think WindClan had arrived yet.

A crunch of paws on leaves caught both their attentions- there was a cat coming. An orange pelt padded out of the trees, mewing a greetings to Tawnypelt, and the ShadowClan warrior froze, shooting a glance over to her brother. It was Squirrelflight.

Squirrelflight hadn't spotted Brambleclaw yet. "It's nice to see you Tawnypelt," she purred, the cheerful sound not quite reaching her eyes as she continued forward. "How is Tigerpaw and Dawnpaw's training go-" she cut off, finally noticing Brambleclaw.

Tawnypelt's tail-tip twitched awkwardly as the two ThunderClan warriors stared at each other, mirroring each other's horrified expression. No cat moved for a long moment. Tawnypelt looked at her brother, and then back at Squirrelflight, her pelt prickling.

Brambleclaw stood. Without another word he padded past Squirrelflight, his dark pelt disappearing into the bushes that surrounded the gathering clearing.

The tortoiseshell could hardly bear to look at Squirrelflight as her friend's tail drooped, now dragging on the ground as the ginger cat sat beside her.

Tawnypelt swallowed. "So. . how are you?" She winced at the question but stared intently at her friend, her gaze softening. "Tigerpaw and Dawnpaw are going great, by the way."

Squirrelflight lifted her head, meeting Tawnypelt's gaze. "That's great," she rasped, avoiding the question. "They'll be warriors soon, won't they?" She sat up a little more, but there was still no life in her eyes. "You'll be made proud of them, I'm sure."

Tawnypelt studied her for a moment before continuing, "I already am. Flamepaw is also making leaps and bounds in his training, Littlecloud tells me," she shifted her paws. "They're all here tonight, actually."

"That's great, ShadowClan will grow healthy with two strong medicine cats," Squirrelflight agreed.

Silence overcame them as the two cats listened to the sounds of the four Clans talking amongst themselves somewhere else. Tawnypelt tried to think of something else to say. "Squirrelflight, I think-" she was cut off by a ThunderClan warrior calling for Squirrelflight, the new voice coming from the clearing.

Squirrelflight stood up. "Sorry, Tawnypelt, Rosepaw needs me," she said, leaving quickly. Tawnypelt hissed at the interruption, and also that her friend had left so quickly. No doubt Squirrelflight had known what Tawnypelt would've said.

She stood up and started to pad over to the clearing. The gathering would start soon, it'd be best to find a spot now.

"I didn't know you still talked to her."

Irritation flashed through her as Tawnypelt looked up to see her brother again. Of course he would approach her after the gathering. he was Brambleclaw, he needed answers. Of course.

"Still can't say her name, can you?" She retorted, curling her tail neatly around her paws. "Don't bring your problems to me, Brambleclaw."

His pelt bristled angrily. "You say it as if it's my fault," he accused. "But it wasn't my fault. She was the one who lied. Not me." Brambleclaw's tail lashed from side to side, betraying his anger.

"Granted," Tawnypelt dipped her head mockingly, narrowing her eyes at him. "But it has been too long." Her voice took on a soothing, almost hurt, tone. "Brambleclaw. Forgive her." She shook her head, blinking slowly at her brother.

A heavy silence occurred. Tawnypelt was intrigued to see that Brambleclaw was actually considering this. . her pelt raised in anticipation as the dark brown tabby tom shifted his weight in front of her.

Her head snapped up as voices reached her ears. She turned her head to see Lionblaze and Jayfeather padding towards the tree-bridge. ThunderClan was probably leaving. Tawnypelt looked back at her brother just in time to see his gaze following hers. Pain flared on his eyes and he dug his claws into the ground.

"I can't," he growled, his eyes still following the cats who'd been his sons. "I'm sorry, Tawnypelt. But I can't." And he walked away.

His sister sighed, hearing Blackstar calling the ShadowClan cats to go home. She stood up and left the clearing, follow her Clan. Well, it'd been worth a shot.

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