The Lost Apprentices

by rachtorr13

Remember when Feathertail and Stormfur were born? What happened to the third kit that supposedly died at birth? Did she really die, or was she abandoned to survive on her own, until a certain rogue who holds answers about herself that she didn't even know she was looking for, finds her wandering the abandoned woods, alone.-PLEASE REVIEW!

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The camp bustled with activity as dawn approached. Firestar emerged from his den a padded over to the fresh-kill pile, when a commotion at the camp entrance diverted his attention. Ignoring the plump looking thrush he had been eyeing, Firestar went to meet the dawn-patrol. Hollyleaf jumped in front of Brambleclaw before the deputy could answer Firestar's curious gaze.

"There were strangers by the border today," Hollyleaf blurted out. "But they ran away before we could chase them off." She growled, her green eyes narrowing.

Brambleclaw slapped his tail over his daughter's mouth before she could say anything else. "We didn't get a good look at them, and they didn't cross the border," the deputy informed Firestar. "But they did do some hunting."

Firestar's tail twitched; at he said nothing as Thornclaw spoke up.

"We saw some feathers and a half-eaten squirrel on WindClan's territory in the woods." The tabby warrior said as he stretched in the morning warmth.

"I see," Firestar nodded thoughtfully. "Why don't you all go and get some fresh-kill. Brambleclaw, come to my den when you are finished."

The dark-brown tabby nodded, and then followed the rest of his clan mates to the heaping pile of freshly killed prey.

As Sandstorm and Firestar shared his momentarily forgotten thrush and a fat mouse, Firestar could fell Sandstorm's curious gaze burning into his pelt, which only deepened when Brambleclaw entered his den. Firestar gulped down the rest of his thrush and addressed his mate. "Sandstorm, could you go and tell Honeypaw help Poppypaw clear out the elders' bedding?"

Sandstorm's green eyes narrowed, but she whisked out of the den without a word.

Firestar sighed and turned to Brambleclaw. "I want to discuss what your patrol witnessed this morning." He stated, gesturing for Brambleclaw to sit by him.

"That's what I assumed," The warrior replied. "What do you think you're going to do?"

"Well they weren't on our territory, but they did eat what is considered ThunderClan prey," The flame colored tom said. "I think I'll just tell the clan to keep their eyes out for any unfamiliar cats." Firestar stood up and beckoned Brambleclaw to follow him. "Are you sure you didn't get a good look at them?" He asked.

Brambleclaw shook his head. "Well it was definitely a she-cat and a tom. One had a silvery-gray pelt and the other… well I only remember seeing a long, dark tail."