Another fanfic that I'm starting, my first one of the Warriors series. It will alternate between the POV of the two main characters.

Here's the summary:

The four clans are at war, and have been for many moons. Shadowclan and Riverclan have teamed up again, and Windclan has allied with Thunderclan against them. Cats are getting injured left and right. All the clans are tiring, but neither side is backing down.

Then two kits are born that will change the clans' fates.

Leafkit is born in Riverclan, during a riot in the clan that will challenge the little peace her clan has. Whitekit is born in Thunderclan, right when prey is so scarce that many cats are wondering if Starclan still cares about them. Then, one moon, the two meet at their first Gathering. They forge a friendship so strong it overwhelms the dislike cats from the different clans would naturally have for each-other. Eventually, their friendship, strong through many trials, begins to turn into something more...

Anyway, enjoy the story!

~Leafkit~

I finally opened my eyes, blinking in the sudden light from outside. My sister, Rainkit, stirred next to me, and I froze. Then she stopped, and the den was quiet. My mother, a gray queen with slim black stripes on her fur named Graypelt, lifted her head slightly beside me. She opened her eyes slowly, then smiled at me.

"Good morning, Leafkit," she said quietly, licking my fur softly, "I'm glad you've opened your eyes."

At this, Rainkit jumped up from beside Leafkit, opened her eyes wide, and said in a voice that surely woke everyone in the camp, "Why didn't you wake me up? You're going out aren't you?"

I'm sure Graypelt would have taught her a lesson on keeping quiet when others are sleeping, if my mother and I had not been laughing so hard. We finally calmed down, and Graypelt started talking to her in a stern voice.

"The first lesson you will learn today, my darking kit," she said with a slight smile on her face, "Is that you shouldn't talk so loud when other cats are trying to sleep."

"Fine, Mom." said Rainkit sullenly.

Then yowling started outside the nursery, and Graypelt jumped up, her claws unsheathed.

"Great Starclan, not now," she said, starting to run out of the den, then stopped and turned to us, "Kits, stay in the den. If you see another cat come in, stay against the wall. If they see you, yowl as loud as you can. I'll be right outside."

The other queens in the den took up positions outside the entrance. We huddled up against the wall with the other kits, terrified. I spoke soft, comforting words to the other kits, and they calmed down. Small as I was, I unsheathed my tiny claws and faced the entrance, a look of determination on my face. I saw a brown cat come running into the den, and I leaped at it, hissing. The cat backed away in surprise as I came hurtling toward him.

"Leafkit, stop it! It's me, Woodfur!" he said, trying to dodge my claws and teeth. When he saw that his words weren't having any affect on me, he spoke again, "Your father!"

I stopped fighting and stood in front of him.

"Oh, sorry," I said, embarrassed, "I thought you were attacking us."

We walked back over to the others, and he stood in front of us, facing the door.

"Graypelt sent me to protect you. We don't need any cats getting hurt, especially kits."

After awhile the yowling stopped, and Woodfur went back outside the den. I crept close behind me, then gasped as I saw the scene outside.

~Whitekit~

I woke up from beside my mother, opened my eyes, and looked around. Everything was dark, so I guessed it was nighttime. I was cold, my mom didn't seem to be around. I stood up and began looking around the den. To my left, I saw a queen and three kits, asleep. In all other directions there was nothing but wall. I jumped as a cat entered the den, and started licking me. It was my mom, Lilysong, an amber-eyed queen with a white pelt, like mine.

"I'm glad you're up, Whitekit," she said softly, "I want to take you to see your father. Do you want to?"

I nodded, then Lilysong picked me up and we went outside the den. It was snowing slightly, and the ground was already covered with it. Lilysong, carrying me, went into another den. It was warmer, and there was only one cat in the den. She put me down in front of her.

"Whitekit, I'd like you to meet your father," said Lilysong proudly, "This is Spottedstar."

The cat stood up and walked over, and I saw that he had hazel eyes and a white pelt with scattered spots of different colors.

"Hello, Whitekit, my son." said Spottedstar as he licked my on my head.

"Hi." I said back, that was the only thing I could think of.

He smiled at me, then asked Lilysong, "Has there been any change in the amount of fresh kill?"

Her expression turned worried, and she answered, "It only keeps falling. We'll never be able to stay strong enough to defend ourselves from the other clans at this rate."

He frowned, "Hopefully the prey will return by new-leaf. We can only hope."

So, how was it? Sorry it was kind of short, the next chapters will be longer. Please review!