This is my first fan fiction. I threw it together quickly, so please be fair! By the way, I only included the leader, the deputy and the medicine cat in ShadowClan, RiverClan and WindClan's allegiances.
ThunderClan
Leader: Moonstar- long haired white and gray tom
Deputy: Cloudsky- white cat with cream patches
APPRENTICE, SPRINGPAW
Medicine Cat: Greeneyes- solid brown she-cat with unusual green eyes
Warriors: Mossdapple- gray cat with lighter speckles
Longwhisker- black tom with very long whiskers
Flameleap- orange tabby tom
APPRENTICE, SPARKPAW
Elmfur- brown tabby she-cat
APPRENTICE, BLOSSOMPAW
Goldsun- golden furred tom
APPRENTICE, STREAMPAW
Queens: Leafwhisper- blue-gray she-cat with deep blue eyes
Elders: Fernbranch- beautiful white tabby she-cat
Cinderstorm- gray she-cat
ShadowClan
Leader: Hollystar- white she-cat with striped legs
Deputy: Lightningstreak- Yellowish tom with gold eyes
Medicine Cat: Mintfern- black she-cat
WindClan
Leader: Boulderstar- black tom with yellow eyes
Deputy: Ravenwind- dark gray tom with black streaks
Medicine Cat: Ashheart- light gray tom
RiverClan
Leader: Fallenstar- blue-gray she-cat
Deputy: Berryfur- tortishell she-cat
Medicine Cat: Stormcloud- gray tom
It was a chilly new leaf day, and the sun was just rising. A loud cry sliced the air. Deep in the forest, a white and gray tom was leaning over a silver she-cat, looking deeply troubled. "Silverstar," he mewed, "let's go back to camp, you need a medicine cat!"
Silverstar, though obviously in horrible pain, flashed a loving gaze up at the tom. "Moonclaw..." she rasped, "You're so thoughtful, but it's too late n-now. The kits, th-they'll be here any sec-"her sentence ended in a yowl of pain. A ripple traveled through her body.
"At least let me fetch Greeneyes!"
"No, don't leave me!" the queen said in desperation.
"Alright." Moonclaw licked his mate's forehead. Silverstar could be so stubborn at times, but then again, that's what he loved about her. He could remember the day, just three moons ago, when she had told him the news of their kits. They had decided to keep it a secret from the clan, afraid of what they'd say. A deputy falling in love with the leader? He was still blind to the future. Silverstar couldn't stay in the nursery with her kits, she had a Clan to lead! Moonclaw shook his head. He couldn't worry about the past. He had to help his mate.
A long, drawn out moan of pain escaped her mouth. The first kit had arrived. Moonclaw licked it furiously, terrified the little tom would catch a chill.
"He's amazing!" she breathed. She was right. His pelt was a light, creamy brown covered with dark brown splotches. He was a little big for a new born kit, Moonclaw could tell he was going to be strong. But it wasn't over yet.
"Moonclaw!" Silverstar mewed. "Owwww!" He rushed to her side, shoving a piece of water soaked moss to her. The silver she-cat lapped furiously, as if trying to transfer the pain onto it.
"You can do it," he encouraged, covering her with affectionate licks. He was still anxious, unsure how this would go with the absence of a medicine cat.
Moonclaw breathed a sigh of relief as a small she kit finally arrived, mewling loudly. He gasped. She looked very unusual as well. Her golden pelt was accompanied by black spots. She had black lines going down from her eyes to muzzle.
"You did it," he whispered to her. Silverstar closed her eyes, and Moonclaw lay next to her, watching the two kits nuzzle into their mothers belly and basking in the warm, slowly rising sun. "We'll make this work, Moonclaw," she promised. He enjoyed the moment of piece, wishing he could sit there forever, all problems put aside.
Suddenly, Moonclaw sprang up. Silverstar looked worried, wrapping her tail around the newly born kits. He didn't know what, but he sensed something... Something evil. Then, he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eyes. Moonclaw whipped around, horrified at what he saw. The shadows in the forest were gathering together, forming the shape of a cat. The image became clearer and clearer until a black tom was standing before them, his glowing yellow eyes blinking open.
"Who, who are you?" Moonclaw asked. "I mean- back away from the kits!" Moonclaw was terrified. The shadow cat soundlessly moved forward, glaring at the kits. That was it. Moonclaw pounced, landing squarely on the cat's shoulders, biting down as hard as he could. He gasped. The puncture wounds he had just made in his fur were slowly healing itself. Stunned, Moonclaw froze, unable to react as the black tom threw him off.
He hit a huge oak, hard. Moonclaw tried to get up, but dizziness forced him back down. His vision blurred, he was barely able to see what was going on.
"No!" Silverstar hissed. "You will not have these kits!"
The cat spoke in a cold, hard voice with no hint of mercy. "Yes, I will. Now step aside, pretty one, I wouldn't want to have to kill you as well."
Silverstar screeched heaving herself at him.
"No!" Moonclaw cried. "You're too weak Silverstar! Just let him have the kits!" He was terrified for his mate's life.
It was too late. The cat slashed her stomach, watching with a satisfied smirk as blood flowed from the wound. But then something changed. He coughed and sputtered, staggering around the forest floor. The shadow can then disappeared, the shadows returning to their rightful place.
Moonclaw got up and ran to Silverstar's side. "Moonclaw," she rasped. "I love you. Always remember that..." her eyes went blank, staring up sightlessly at the sky.
"Silverstar," he said, his voice filled with panic. "Silverstar, SILVERSTAR!" he cried. Moonclaw pressed his muzzle into her fur, stricken with grief. "Why?" he wailed. Everything had just zoomed by, he felt like his whole world had just died with his mate. He gazed over at the kits, his eyes filled with wonder. How had they managed to survive? Had Silverstar destroyed that shadowy cat?
The kits lay in the moss. StarClan had great things planned for them.
