Allegiances
Poppyclan
Leader: Blackstar- A large, long haired black tom with bright yellow eyes, with a deep scar across his left hind leg.
Deputy: Frostfang- A small white and grey she cat, with long fangs.
Medicine cat: Crowcall- An unusually small deep grey tom, with pale blue eyes.
Warriors:
Foxclaw- A reddish orange tom with a white underbelly. Apprentice- Cloudpaw
Silverflash- A swift silver tabby she-cat with hazel eyes. Apprentice- Thornpaw
Mudsplash- An energetic dark brown tom with blue eyes. Apprentice- Thrushpaw
Sandpelt- A short, sandy-colored she-cat with deep green eyes. Apprentice- Volepaw
Eagletalon- A brown tabby tom with white paws and tail tip.
Apprentices:
Cloudpaw- A small light gray she-cat with light blue eyes.
Thornpaw- A large, young brown tom with pointed ears.
Thrushpaw- A light orange-brown tom with a light tawny underbelly.
Volepaw- A dark solid brown tom with long whiskers.
Oakclan
Leader: Sparrowstar: A small light brown she cat with a white underbelly and paws.
Deputy: Speckledfur- A pale brown she cat with darker flecks along her back and sides.
Medicine cat: Burntleaf- A tortoiseshell she-cat with deep green eyes.
Warriors:
Firestrike- A bright orange tabby tom with a single white paw. Apprentice- Falconpaw
Iceclaw- A white tom with pale blue eyes. Apprentice- Birchpaw
Runningstream- A deep grey-blue chartreux with yellow eyes.
Apprentices:
Falconpaw- A stony grey tom with yellow eyes and a white underbelly.
Birchpaw- A pale yellow-grey she cat dappled with spots of black.
Marshclan
Leader: Duskstar- A deep grey tom with blue eyes.
Deputy: Rabbitheart- A small grey-brown tom with a small white patch on his chest.
Medicine cat: Yellowleaf- A large yellow tom with deep green eyes.
Warriors:
Spiderstalk- A small black tom with beady brown eyes. Apprentice- Stormpaw
Quietsnow- A silent white she cat.
Mothflight- A thin tan and white she cat.
Apprentices
Stormpaw- A deep grey tabby she cat.
The golden sun lay just above the horizon, casting an orange glow onto the many oaks surrounding the clearing. The wind blew only gently, barely swaying their golden autumn leaves. All was silent, it seemed. Peaceful.
A shrill feline call rang out across the once silent clearing.
"LeafClan, attack!"
In a heartbeat, all peace and silence had gone. Deafeningly loud yowls and caterwauls filled the air, blurs of color hurtling themselves across the clearing and crashing into each other like madmen, hooked claws tearing at fur and flesh, leaving bloody stains on their opponent's once clean fur. Some lashed out at eyes with their outstretched forepaw, others bowled their opponents over with ease, slamming them down on the earth and tearing viciously at their soft bellies. Fur flew in every direction, littering the air and falling gently upon the ground, only to be flung up or trampled upon by a dueling set of paws.
A limp orange carcass was flung aside from the battle, tossed away as if it had been trash. Deep red blood covered it's face, dripping down and staining the green grass.
"Poppystar!" A pained yowl rang out from a black tom, drowned out by the sounds of the clashing felines, which he proceeded to throw himself through. He was soon intercepted by a swift grey feline, whom bowled him onto his side and pinned him there.
"Going somewhere, Blackfang?" The cat sneered, in a most unpleasant tone. She lashed her claws across the tom's face, leaving four red lines where there was once fur.
Blackfang's matted tail lashed with fury, his ungroomed fur standing on end. "You're dead, Silverwing." The tom hissed lowly, lips curled back to reveal his long fangs. His yellow eyes flashed, and in a swift movement, he had thrown the she cat off of him, buying himself enough time to leap up.
Silverwing bared her sharp white teeth at the tom, still laying upon the ground. Her sleek tail slammed the ground. She let out a mirthless chuckle. "What're you going to do now that you precious leader is-"
The tom cut her off with a sharp hiss, leaping up swiftly and sailing down upon his silver foe. His hooked claws sunk deep into her flesh, holding her pinned to the ground. He did not hesitate. His paw struck out at her left eye, which she could not close in time to block the blow. It sank into her eyeball, and she let out a loud cry of pain. He swiftly dragged his paw along her face, tearing the eye in half and leaving claws marks running down her face.
"I'm not dying without a fight!" The silver feline yowled in pain, her lithe hindlegs battering the tom's belly. But alas, the tom's black fur was too thick for her puny claws to penetrate.
"Say goodbye, kittypet," Blackfang snarled, bringing his teeth clamping down on the opponent's muzzle. His fangs became stained with red as they sunk into her flesh, filling her nostrils with blood. His opponent the out a choke, paws flailing wildly in an attempt to break free from the tom's firm grasp, but failed to remove the tom from her body. She slowly went limp as the tom choked her, unable to get the necessary oxygen to flow into her body.
He leaped back into battle with his clanmates, ready to serve his clan and fight the enemy. The shrill wails of the felines raged into the night, before slowly dying down as LeafClan's numbers dwindled.
"That's the last of your clan, Swiftstar," Blackfang snarled, emerging from his clan's side with fangs bared. His eyes flashed with fury at the three LeafClan members remaining. "I suggest you take your leave, and leave your territory to us. You are a disgrace to the new clans. We will soon take your kits, queen, and medicine cat as our own. all who refuse our command shall die at our bloody paws."
A white tom stepped out of the clearing, his pelt stained heavily with crimson blood. "You will regret this, Blackfang." He snarled, ice blue eyes narrowing at the black tom as he cast a fiery gaze at him. "LeafClan shall rise again. It may not be for 12 moons, or the next 12 moons, but mark my words, Bla-"
"Get out," Blackfang snarled, his tail lashing wildly back and forth like never before. "Or I'll kill you myself."
Swiftstar let out a sharp hiss, his own sleek tail lashing sideways. He retreated a few steps, cast one last hateful glance at Blackfang, and signaled for his few warriors to retreat. They took after him, dissapearing into the shadows of the oaks. Blackfang remained there for a second among the bloodstained battlefield, fur beginning to flatten along his spine as he cooled down. He turned to his warriors, the turned to the lifeless carcass of Poppystar, their first clan leader.
"Oh, Poppystar..." He tom whimpered, burying his face in her soft orange fur. "You led us so well."
The warriors began to surround him, huddling next to Blackfang and pressing their noses into Poppystar's soft, bloody fur. The moon was now at it's highest point, casting a soft silver glow over the mournful felines.
Blackfang was to become leader tomorrow, and yet somehow, he was not at all happy about it. The death of Poppystar weighed heavily upon him, as he had known her since they were both mere kittens. He somehow felt that he could never live up to her legacy, felt that he would never lead the clan as well as she had. He let out a soft sigh of pain, and threw her limp body over his back.
"We'll bury her at sunrise tomorrow," Blackfang announced, trying to sound official and calm as he possibly could. "After her burial, I shall immediately take off to the Moon Point to receive my nine lives, if StarClan approves. I will announce my deputy as soon as the moon reaches it's highest point in the sky." With a flick of his tail, he headed towards the clear grass fields, motioning for his warriors to follow. They were soon surrounded by red flowers with black centers, the lovely smell of their home easing them somewhat. The placed her body at the entrance of the camp, and soon began to explain the events of the battle to the clan mates who had remained at camp.
"That's terrible!" A golden queen mewed softly, wrapping her tail tightly around her three kits.
"She served us well," came a raspy voice from not far outside the elders' den.
Blackfang explained his plan for tomorrow once more, and dismissed the clan quietly. They slunk back into their dens- burrows, hardly noticeable, among the grassy field of the camp. He sighed, laying down with his head placed upon Poppystar's carcass and forcing himself to sleep.