BrambleClan Story EP. 1- The Beginning

The contractions were getting more frequent, and starting to hurt more. Maybe running off with that tom wasn't such a good idea, but it was too late for Bella to think about that. She was about to give birth to kits, and from what it looked like, a lot of them. She knew she could't go back to her safe, warm bed or the upwalker who cared for her. Somehow, the handsome tom convinced Bella to come to the forest and live with him. When she told him that she might be having kits soon, he abandoned her. Now she is alone in the forest, hopelessly starving and about to give birth.

Then came a strong contraction. Bella yowled so loud, she thought the whole forest could hear her. Her heart beat faster and faster until she thought she could'nt take it anymore. Her breathing quickened and vision blurred. Bella could see just enough to find five kits scrambling to find her belly. She was so happy, but felt like she was slowly wasting away, like a tree dies from a long period of drought. Why was this happening? Did this always happen when you bore kits? There were so many questions and a very limited time to answer them. Bella had heard stories about what happened whe you died, but were they really true? Sadly, she had no time to think about it.

Death by childbirth is a strange thing, and in Bella's case, her five tiny kits would have never survived it it wasn't for BloodClan. I'm sure that you, reader, have heard many tales of the rutheless and vicious BloodClan. They had very strict rules which stated that if you could not survive on your own, you could not survive with BloodClan. This was the primitive, more unsettled BloodClan than the one that took in the five newly-orphaned kits and raised them as their own.

After many moons, the disbanded cats of BloodClan found themselves back together, but with a different attitude. They were shocked after whitnessing the horrible yet neccesary murder of their late leader, Scrouge, and decided that they were better off alone than live under such horrible conditions. BloodClan has kept some of their vicious ways, but only to a certain extent. Now they can actually be considered a "clan". They believed in StarClan, had medicine cats, a formal leader and deputy, and actually took care of the sick and old. The only problem was getting the other clans to beilieve that they have changed.

The one who found the orphaned kits and their dead mother was Foxtail, a rusty orange-brown cat with black ears, a black face, black paws, a black tail-tip, and a white belly. At first he didn't know what to do when he saw them, but these kits were something special. There was a shadow-gray one, a sandy orange one with blood red stripes, a pure white one, a sandy orange one with slightly darker stripes, and another sandy orange one with slightly darker stripes, but this one was strange. It had wings!

"How could that be possible Foxtail? I think you have bees in your brain", bellowed the BloodClan leader, Blackstar. Whe Foxtail explaind the situation tho their leader,

"It is possible!", Foxtail meowed, "If you would come with, I can show you. They might not have much time left, they could die out there. You have to save them."

"I don't have to do anything! Now get out of my den before I claw off those black ears of yours." Groaning, Foxtail did as was told. Apparently someone had been listening.

"I'll come with you", mewed a quiet voice from outside the leader's den. Foxtail turned to see Honeypaw, his apprentice. How long was she listening? Slightly annoyed, Foxtail motioned for her to come along. When the two made to to the kits, they were barely moving. All exept the kit with wings. Her eyes were already open and she was milling around the general area, like a normal kit does.

"It's a newborn! How is this possible?" Foxtail padded over to the winged kit and it playfully batted at his whiskers.

"I've heard about this. I thought it was just a nursery story but I guess it's actually true", Honeypaw said while sniffing the four other kits.

"Who told you?"

"My mother", Honeypaw mewed, "before she..." Honeypaw did not want to be reminded of her mother's horrid death. "She said she heard it from our medicine cat, Mapleleaf." Mapleleaf was BloodClan's medicine cat until she became to old and incoherent to heal her fellow clanmates.

The story went like this: When BloodClan is under rule of a cruel leader, four cats chosen by StarClan will save the forest from bloodshed. At the time, Honeypaw was too young to understand what all this meant. To Foxtail, it sounded like a prophecy.

"Honeypaw, go get Thunderfoot. I'll stay here with the kits." Doing as was told of her, Honeypaw dashed off to find Thunderfoot. Thunderfoot was the clan's medicine cat who could run like the wind, hence his name. The kits were safely brought back to the camp and were put under the care of an already-nursing queen. The kits were named; the shadow gray tom was Shadowkit, the orange-and-blood red tom was Redkit, the orange-and-oranger tom was Sandkit, the pure white she-kit was Icekit, and the winged kit was Soulkit.

Six moons later, the five young cats started their apprenticeships. All but Soulkit, now Soulpaw, were to be warriors. Soulpaw, because of her divine properties, was influenced to become Thunderfoot's apprentice. All was good, the food was plentiful, the cats were healthy and happy until the Great Rat Infestation.

The Great Rat Infestation happend when Sandpaw got in a scuff with a rat. This rat basically had some sort of cult following because after Sandpaw made it back to camp, it was filled with squeaking black rodents. Three cats were killed, two warriors and BloodClan's leader, Blackstar. All cats of the clan mourned his death, except for his deputy, Spottedpelt.