A/N: This is my first fiction on , so please review and tell me what you think! This is not beta-ed, so forgive my poor butt if I misspelled something. I also need more cats for the clans, the clans in the first chapter are NOT complete. Any cats that are given by you WILL make some sort of appearance! There will be a chapter or two dedicated to a Gathering, so that will most likely be it. This first chapter will only have the cats in Riverclan, and the rest will be introduced in chapter 3, an update on the clans. For know these lists are INCOMPLETE. ENJOY THE STORY!

Clans

Riverclan

Leader- Minnowstar, grey and white tom.

Deputy- Silkfur, black long furred she-cat.

Medicine cat- Nubfoot- Dark brown tom with white ears, born with a nub instead of his back left paw. Apprentice, Rubypaw.

Warriors-

Grouseclaw, Mottled tom with dark blue eyes.

Sleekfoot, glossy grey-blue she-cat. Apprentice, Cloudpaw.

Featherpad, soft white, almost grey she-cat.

Brighteyes, bright red tom with harsh green eyes. Apprentice, Sappaw

Nightface, grey tom with strangely black face.

Pineheart, calico she-cat with amber eyes. Apprentice, Mousepaw.

Icefang, pure white tom with green eyes.

Leafpelt, mottled she-cat.

Queens-

Sweetwater, grey she-cat. (Mother to Grouseclaw's kits; Fogkit, mixed grey she-kit, Pebblekit, dark brown tabby tom.)

Dawnmoss, white and ginger tabby she-cat. (Expecting Nightface's kits.)

Apprentices-

Cloudpaw, white she-cat.

Sappaw, Grey tom with white paws.

Mousepaw, light brown, shy she-cat.

Rubypaw, dark red she-cat.

Elders-

Halfclaw- Oldest tom in Riverclan, dull grey, with half his paw bitten off by a fox.

Dewpelt- Youngest cat in the elder den, deranged after being kept in a twoleg den where they'd done many things to her that she won't talk about.

Nubfoot flies awake with a start, the prophecy from his ancestors ringing in his ears.He bolts from his herb-scented den to that of Minnowstar's, at the top of the rock at the edge of the camp. He pants before softly calling to the grey and white pile of fur in the nest in the corner. "Minnowstar. Minnowstar!" The grey and white furred leader stirs awake. "Nubfoot? What's wrong? Is someone attacking?!" He stands, now wide awake. "No, no, I've been visited by Starclan. With a prophecy."

The she-cat licks the two kits at her belly, one grey like her, the other brown like their father. They mewl in protest, wriggling.

"Fogkit, stop squirming. I need to clean you of moss!" The small she-cat whines, but is unable to go anywhere because her eyes are still shut. She needs to open them, but how? It's pretty frustrating. Until...

"Mother? Is this how I do it?" Fogkit asks, managing to crack open her eyes a bit. "Yes! You can do it, open them all the way. Come on." She urges her kit, who finally manages to open them, blinking and looking around. A ball of fur beside her sits up and tries opening his eyes. Her brother, that's what her mother had said. She calls him... Pebblekit. That's it. His fur is.. brown? That's the color her mother had said. She looks down at herself and sees grey. Grey, like the fog from the stream, is what her mother had told her. She looks around the nursery, woven of reeds and grass around her. Sleeping in another nest is a bigger cat with a swollen belly, breathing softly.

"Fogkit, look at me." She looks to the voice, which she recognizes as her mother's, and looks up at the grey head, into blue eyes. Sweetwater, is her name. But the grey warrior doesn't look very happy. She looks... surprised? Is that it? Fogkit blinks again. "Hi, mother!" The queen stammers, before smiling. Almost hesitantly. "Hi, Fogkit... I'll be right back, okay?" The small kit tilts her head in confusion before mewing. "Okay." Sweetwater stands and pads from the den. She hears her voice outside, with another, deeper meow that she'd heard once before. Her father, Grouseclaw. She manages to catch a few words.

"She's different... eyes are... just opened and... the prophecy?" She creeps towards the entrance to hear more, but scrambles back when she hears paws heading for the den. In walks a patchy brown tom, big and towering over her. His ears are ripped in a few places. So this is her father. He's big. "Hi." The grey kit mewls timidly. The big tom leans down to touch his nose to hers, not with the look his mate had had. His was pride, no surprise.

"Hello, Fogkit. Is your brother awake with his eyes open?" She turns to look at her littermate with a glance, seeing he's curled up, snoring. "No. " The big tom nods and looks into her eyes. "Welcome to Riverclan, my daughter. What do you want to know, Fogkit?" She thinks for a moment, then blurts, "Why am I different?"

Further note: This is probably the shortest chapter I'll have, other than the clan update. Leave your reviews and any cats you'd like to appear later on!