Allegiances
Leader:
Screamer – black tom with a white belly and muzzle
Deputy:
Thorn – gray and black tabby tom with green eyes
Subordinated Clan-Members:
Scourge – unusual small, black tom with a white forepaw
Iron – blue-eyed she-cat with a pretty, flame-coloured coat
Timber – brown tom with green eyes
Bone – huge, black and white tom
Night – gray tom with a black streak between his eyes
Splinter – one-eyed she-cat with a brown tabby coat
Smoke – wiry, ashen tom
Rain – beautiful she-cat with a gray and white coat
Tin – dappled she-cat with a crooked leg
Brick – massive, dark orange tom with a white underbelly and paws
Ancestors:
Blood – huge, wiry tom with a dark ginger coat
Glass – delicate, blind she-cat with a short, gray coat
Sting – massive tom with a black and white coat
Wound – tiny, white she-cat with black paws
Claw – broad-shouldered, tortoiseshell tom
Cats outside the Clan:
Myra – petite she-cat with a white coat and blue eyes
Prologue
Hidden in the nooks and crannies of the twolegplace, far from the world of clans as we know it, is a place to avoid even by the , in a small alley on the edge of a monster sleeping place where the Twolegs throw their waste carelessly, a group of cats is settled, which are sure to survive in this neglected area.
That night the full moon was shining brightly in the sky and if this would be the forest, so the cats would probably now be off to see the Gathering, but here were the cats only in their makeshift dens, which are set up are in garbage cans, other twoleg-stuff or between waste, and slept peacefully. But their peace should ever be disturbed when there arose at once loud wail at the rear end of the alley.
Where the camp ended at a massive wall, a brown tabby she-cat with a missing eye, stumbled of a gap between two garbage cans. Her remaining eye was wide open, naked horror reflected in it.
A group of cats had been waiting for her in front of the garbage, but now, when they saw the naked panic of the female, they bristled nervously and out of the group broke up a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell cat.
"What's the matter, Splinter?" he demanded in a firm voice. "How's Wound? Did she survived the birth?" The last words of the cat swung with deep concern.
"She- she- she-." Splinter stammered deeply disturbed.
"Out with it damn it!", the tom hissed, but his apparent fear scent that covered even the stench of the waste to the cats around, revealed that he lost his temper only out of concern.
Splinter collected herself, looking at the ground and revealed with deep sadness in her voice: "I'm so sorry Claw, but Wound died giving birth to her last kit…"
"No!" Claw yelped in pain, jerked his head up and hissed at the moon in despair, as if it is responsible for the death of his mate. "That can not be true!" He shouted, thrusting Splinter roughly aside and burst into the den.
Splinter, who was lying face down in the dirt after this rough handling, straightened groaning and looked to where had been the cats, which were close to Wound. But most of them already went back into their dens with their heads bowed, only Tin, the best friend of Splinter, remained.
"It's not you fault..." she tried to cheer Splinter. "You could not do anything."
"That's just the terrible," Splinter yelped. "She is my sister! I should have helped her, but I could not, because I do not know much about births! I am still at the beginning of my training, but do not think so any more experienced medicine-cat would help me, no! Which are all too good for that! ", While this sentence her yelp became a contemptuous snarl. "I hate this place, almost every cat here thinks only of himself. I mean look at that! "She gestured on the cats that disappeared just in their dens with a tail flick „A cat just died here. My sister died and they could not care less!"
Splinter began to shake uncontrollably with grief and disbelief, but Tin clung to her friend and meowed calmly. "Calm down Splinter, sadness is just somethingThat each BloodClan cat makes out with themselves."
"You're right", splinter agreed reluctantly "The whole thing only happened so suddenly, at first it looked so good."
"What do you mean?",Tin asked astonished.
The words came hesitantly: "Well, Wound brought the first two kits without serious problems, but with the third, an unusually small tom, she began at once losing a lot of blood quickly and when the little bundle was finally born, she just breathed the name "Scourge" into my ear and then she was dead."
"I see, this must have been a terrible shock for you," Tin meowed sympathetically. "Do you have any idea what will become of the kits? Without a nursing mother, they will starve, "she added anxiously.
"Could you take them?," asked Splinter with quiet hope in her voice. "You're expecting kits..."
."That's what I wanted to offer you", Tin purred and licked her friend reassuring over her head. "And then we can teach them everything they need to survive together."
"As long as I can stay away from Scourge," Splinter meowed and shook with terror, "This tom scares me."
"What's the matter with him?" Tin asked marveling at the strong reaction of her friend.
"After Wound had died," Splinter continued shaky and in her voice the sheer horror sounded again. "The little tom suddenly spread in the pool of blood, defiled with the blood of his mother from above to below, and even if his eyes are still closed, it was like he was staring at me. "
