Prologue
This is my first warrior cats fanfiction, so review are needed for me to improve.
This is set many moons before Firestar came to the forest, so Skyclan is here and twoleg place isn't there yet.
I don't own anything except my oc's and the plot.
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Mistshadow's breaths billowed in front of her as she crept through the entrance of the camp, scenting the air and straining to pick up any sounds from sleeping cats. Nothing. She flicked her tail to tell her clanmates it was safe.
Two more cats, Buzzardheart and Frogfoot, crept through the entrance.
"Ahh, I hate these brambles, how can Thunderclan stand it!" Frogfoot whispered harshly as a thorn caught on his dark tabby coat. The sky was dark, darker still because of the new moon. The perfect night for a raid, thought Mistshadow.
"Ok, me and Frogfoot will take as much freshkill as we can. Mistshadow, you need to steal a kit, get the youngest one you can see, we don't want it to remember Thunderclan." Buzzardheart directed, turning to the freshkill pile.
Mistshadow dashed across the clearing to the den that smelt of milk and young kits. Her heart raced as she ran, hoping Starclan would forgive her and her clan for this act of desperation. Windclan had been suffering from strange illness in their expecting she-cats, all the kits where born dead. At first, they thought it would past, but after three years of this, the clan had no young cats.
As she slid silently into the nursery and began comparing the ages of the kits, she was hit by a wave of sadness, remembering her still-born kits, wishing she had had the chance to know them and give them the life they should have had. She didn't even know if still-born kits with no names went to Starclan. Instead of wallowing in her grief, she pushed it aside.
She carefully stepped between the resting she-cats and their young, till she reached a nest with one moon old kits. Mistshadow recognise the she-cat as being Adderpelt, and at her belly where two small kits, one a russet red tabby, the other a dusty brown like her mother. Two she-cats, perfect, but she could only pick one.
She bent down and gently removed the tabby from the nest, turning and moving back to the entrance. Best to take the one that doesn't look like its mother.
Once out of the nursery, she glanced at her clanmates. They where stood at the camp entrance. Buzzardheart signalled for her to follow them out of the camp, their jaws too full of prey to talk.
She dashed up the slope with them, running back to her territory like a fox was on her tail. Her clanmates sleek forms ran alongside her in the dark. As she ran she ignored her conflicting emotions, focusing on her paws as they dodged the undergrowth of the unknown territory. The smell of herbs on her fur, the way her patrol had disguised their scent, stung her mouth.
When they reached Windclan camp, her jaw was hurting from holding the kit, who was well fed and heavy, and her paws were pricked with thorns. Her patrol walked into camp to find the three other patrols that had been sent to steal kits, had returned successfully and were gathered in a circle around the kits, the leader with them.
Mistshadow placed the tabby kit next to the three others on the ground, one from Riverclan, Shadowclan and Skyclan. All where still asleep.
"Well done warriors, four new kits for our clan. Each patrol will name the kit they found, then give them to Yarrowstem. After that you can eat and get some well earned rest." Meowed Cricketstar, looking hungrily at the kits, his yellow eyes shining with happiness.
Mistshadow looked down at her stolen kit, sadly knowing she would grow up believing Cricketstar and Yarrowstem were her parents. The clan had only taken this course of action now because two days ago Yarrowstem had given birth to Cricketstar's kits, still-born as always. This had driven Windclan's leader to desperate measures to give his mate kits they could raise. Many cats were angry at this but the clan can't risk stealing more kit for a long time yet. It only matters when Cricketstar is affected, not all the other times kits are born dead, Mistshadow thought angrily.
The cats with food in their mouths went and placed it on the fresh-kill pile, then turned to the warriors den to sleep, uninterested in naming the kits. The remaining warriors sat down next to their respective kits and thought of a name.
Amberclaw , who had raided Shadowclan, licked the small black and white she-cat at his paws. "Her name is Badgerkit." He declared, picking her up and walking to the nursery.
"Eaglekit" Larkdawn said, picking the golden tabby tom kit from Riverclan and following Amberclaw.
"I will name him Wolfkit." Meowed Cloudjay, taking the gray Skyclan tom kit in her jaws and padding after them.
Feeling rushed, Mistshadow raked her mind for a name and blurted out, "Foxkit." Because of the way this day will stalk me till I die.
She rushed after them into the nursery, where Yarrowstem was already licking the other kits tenderly. Mistshadow placed Foxkit next to her new sidlings and gave her a lick between the ears. Good luck, Foxkit, I hope you will one day forgive me for stealing your chance at a normal family.
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AN: I hope that was mistake free but probably not so please point out any mistakes, I will try to upload regularly, but life is unpredictable, so that might not work.
Bye!