Clans: Sandclan Sunclan Seaclan Moonclan
Sandclan:
Leader: Whitestar- pure white tom, father of whitesun and frostflame
Deputy: Dirtpelt- dark-brown she-cat aprentice:Duskpaw- mostly black tom with white spots
Medicine cat: Whitesun- dark-brown tom with a white circle on his chest
Warriors:
Redheart- bright red tom Apprentice: Gustpaw- light grey she-cat whose fur always looks like a gust has blown through it.
Softpelt- light-grey she-cat Apprentice: Quickpaw- light silver tom, very hasty and impatient
Flameshadow: bright red and dark black tom, one of the strongest cats in sandclan
Frostwind- pale she-cat who is always shivering as if a cold wind was hitting her Apprentice: Dawnpaw- mostly white she-cat with black spots Wolfecho- very dark grey tom with a slightly lighter grey on his throat and with silver splashes on his back and silver eyes. Younger brother to Dirtpelt.
Queens: Frostflame- white she-cat with a red tail Kits: Stormkit- pretty black she-cat Silverkit- pale-grey she-cat whose fur gleams silver in both the sun and moon Sandkit- handsome light brown tom who looks like sand
Dustblood- brown she-cat with blood red paws and ears
Elders: half-eye- the oldest tom in sandclan, half blind in both eyes
Snowclaw- pure white she-cat, mother of whitestar
Mudfang- dark brown tom
Frostflame was in pain. But this was not pain from battle wounds, no. This was the pain of her first litter. Frostflame was in the nursery, when Whitesun, the medicine cat, walked in with som poppy seeds and herbs, sat, and gave and inquisitive look. "Hi Frostflame... is something wrong?" "WHAT IN STARCLAN DO YOU THINK!? I'M HERE GETTING READY TO HAVE MY KITS AND YOU ASK A MOUSE BRAINED QUESTION LIKE THAT! I WOULDN'T BE HERE IF IT WASNT IMPORTANT!", screeched Frostflame. Whitesun sighed, walked over to the expecting queen, and said, "You know I hate to get yelled at by anyone, especially you." ,Mewed Whitesun, as he gave Frostflame some of the poppy seeds and herbs. After a few hours, the queen had gave birth to her kits.
One kit was a pure black she-cat. "Stormkit" ,said Frostflame. Another was a pale grey she-cat: "Silverkit" and the final kit was a brown tom with unnaturally brown eyes: "Sandkit" , mewed the queen, as she pulled all three kits close to her, as if she was afraid someone would take them. As Whitesun was leaving, Frostflame cried, "Whitesun, wait." as the white tom turned around, the nursing queen was staring at him with adoration. The. The queen mewed, "Thank you." Whitesun was surprised and said, "For what? All I did what's help you get through this, I am your brother after all." "But, it didn't help that I shouted at you, for that, I am sorry." ,mewed the queen, sadly. One of the kits had woken up and tried to walk, stumbled, and fell on its siblings; it was Stormkit. Iceflame pulled Stormkit as close to her as the other kits. As he'd did this Whitesun said, "You don't have to say your sorry, I know it was from the pain. Let me go get you some fresh kill, you'll need it." As the queen started to nurse again she whispered, "Thank you for understanding."
Whitesun went to the fresh-kill pile, a tear forming in the corner of his eye, he thought, "Why? Why, Starclan, did you want me to be medicine cat? I have always wanted to be a father. Now I can never be." When he got to the fresh kill pile, there want much there, all that was left was a mouse, a gull, and a couple of crabs, probably caught by apprentices. "Man," ,thought Whitesun "being a clan this is on a beach has always been hard, but it seems Starclan has it in for us this leaf fall." Even though usually it was warm all year round in sandclan territory, good food was hard to find all year round. Whitesun grabbed the mouse for him and the gull for Frostflame, wondering if Starclan had it in for both him and the clan.
In Whitestar's den
"We need to form an alliance with Seaclan to protect ourselves from Sunclan and Moonclan" ,said Flameshadow. "But how? We and Seaclan are not on the best of terms. We share their territory after all.", mewed Whitestar as he and his deputy were trying to decide what was best for the clan, go it alone and risk more clan mates dying from fighting or illness, or try to team up with Seaclan and risk all out war with all clans. "We must join with Seaclan, it's the only way we might survive."
BACK AT THE NURSERY
"I'm gonna get you, Sandkit!" ,Mewed Stormkit, chasing the brown tom. "Yeah right!", said Sandkit, turning around just as Stormkit tackled him. "Told you!" Mewed Stormkit, triumphantly. Just then Silverkit cam out of nowhere and tackled Stormkit. "OW! Why did you unsheathe your claws? Ow..." Complained Stormkit. "I did?" "YES, YOU DID! I FELT THEM GET DUG IN!" Screeched Stormkit. Silverkit, upset that she hurt her best friend, ran to the corner and stated crying. When Stormkit saw this she calmed down and rushed to her friends side. "Look Silverkit, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I guess we both need to be careful with our claws, it's not the first time this has happened." Stormkit glanced at Sandkit. Trying to control her tears, Silverkit looked up and licked Stormkit. Frostflame, who had been watching the whole time thought to herself, "Stormkit is good at helping people with their feelings. She would be a good medicine cat just like... No. No one must know who their father is. I hope Starclan shows mercy on us, ALL of us." And with this ends chapter one.