Eh, just side project I'm working on, though I might put other stories on hold to work on this if you guys like it enough.
Allegiances
ThunderClan
Leader: Bluestar- Stocky gray molly with bright amber eyes
Apprentice: Fernpaw
Deputy: Redtail- Cinnamon tom with white feet and a white muzzle, hazel eyes
Apprentice: Dustpaw
Healers: Spottedleaf- delicate calico molly with pale green eyes.
Warriors: Lionheart- Large, thick furred golden tom with dark green eyes
Apprentice: Graypaw
Goldenflower- Thick furred golden molly with amber eyes
Tigerclaw- Huge black tabby tom with pale amber eyes and nicked ears
Apprentice: Firepaw
Whitepool- White tom with pale gray patches and yellow eyes
Apprentice: Ashpaw
Rosetail- Ginger molly with a white chest and amber eyes
Apprentice: Heathpaw
Darkstripe- Dark gray tabby tom with pale yellow eyes
Longtail- Black tabby tom with a pale undercoat and brown eyes
Rookleap(Runningwind)- Pale lilac tabby tom with yellow eyes
Mousefur- Pale lilac molly with dark green eyes
Apprentices: Fernpaw- Pale gray spotted tabby molly with hazel eyes
Ashpaw- Dark gray spotted tabby tom with brown eyes
Dustpaw- Dark brown tom with dark amber eyes
Graypaw- Gray classic tabby tom with yellow eyes
Ravenpaw- Black tom with a white chest, tail tip, and green eyes
Heathpaw- Cinnamon and white tom with hazel eyes
Rustpaw- Ginger tabby tom with dark green eyes
Queens: Frostfoot- Black molly with white feet and amber eyes. Expecting Lionheart's kits
Brindleface- Dilute tortoiseshell molly with bright green eyes. Expecting Redtail's kits
Elders: Smallear- Gray tom with nicked ears and yellow eyes
Sparrowpelt- Dark brown tom with yellow eyes
Whiteeye- Pale gray molly with one blind eye, other eye is yellow
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RiverClan
Leader: Brokenstar- Ginger tabby tom with dark green eyes
Deputy: Leopardfur- Spotted golden molly with pale yellow eyes
Healer: Mudfur- Dark brown tom with a white tail tip
Warriors:
Stormheart(Crookedstar)- Dark gray tabby tom with a twisted jaw and green eyes
Oakfang(Oakheart)- Cinnamon tom with dark amber eyes
Ottereye- Dark brown and white tom with pale green eyes
Greenflower- dark brown tabby molly with green eyes
Carpclaw- Cream tom with hazel eyes
Stonefur- Dark gray tom with dark Amber eyes
Apprentice: Silverpaw
Mistyfoot- Pale gray molly with sea green eyes
Blackclaw- Black tom with yellow eyes
Whitefang- White tom with a black tail
Apprentices: Silverpaw- Silver tabby molly with pale green eyes
Elders: Graypool- Dark gray molly with a pale underbelly
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ShadowClan
Leader: Rownstar- Dark ginger molly with amber eyes
Deputy: Blackpelt(Blackfoot)- Black tom with white paws
Healer: Fognose- Pale gray and white tom with pale yellow eyes
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WindClan
Leader: Tallstar- Tall black and white tom with yellow eyes
Deputy: Hopfoot- Black tom with pale amber eyes and a twisted foot
Healer: Barkface- Dark brown tom with amber eyes
Warriors: Mudclaw- Pale brown tom with glowing yellow eyes
Ashfoot- Lilac molly with green eyes
Grayear(Tornear)- Gray tom with tattered ears
Apprentices:
Wrenpaw(Onewhisker)- Pale brown tabby tom with dark green eyes
Webpaw- Blue gray tabby tom with yellow eyes
It was a nice night. The windward blowing, the moon glowing, and the Rumble-Paws were quiet. Yes, it was nice and quiet.
But Rusty knew better. He was not lulled by the seemingly silent Thunder-Paths. He knew it wasn't safe.
The tiny tom kitten carefully crept along an alleyway, his pawsteps steady and careful. His eyes darted about, and his tail twitched and lashed like an anxious snake.
He padded behind a garbage can, careful not to make a sound. Then, pawsteps. They were confident, much unlike the rust colored tom kitten. And though he hoped it was just a passing alley cat, the pawsteps were heading his way.
'Great. Just wonderful…' He thought bitterly.
There was no point in hiding, so he stepped out coming face to face with a burly white tom, a scarred molly, and a young tortoiseshell.
"Well, Rusty." The white one said in a gruff voice, "Where's your prey?".
"Right here, Bone." He carefully spoke, trying to hold back from insulting him. Now that would get him into trouble. He trotted off to the garbage can, digging up a fat Squeak-Climb he found earlier that day.
Dragging the Squeaker by the tail, he gazed up, and saw all three smirk.
"You think that'll be enough?" The molly snickered.
Rusty looked up, a thousand call outs running through his head.
"I would've caught more, but the birds told me I'd be wasting my time.".
The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes.
"Is that a challenge?" She spoke with icy calmness, as if she didn't care about her own death.
"Depends." Rusty bantered on, "Depends on of I mean that I need to feed myself, or I'd be feeding a bunch of lazy meatheads!".
Bone growled and slammed him down by the chest, growling.
"Shut your mouth, kitten!" He snarled, before flicking an ear. The scarred one came forward, clamping her jaws around the squirrel.
Bone sneered at Rusty, who was struggling beneath him.
"You're very, very fortunate, my friend." He chuckled loftily, "Scourge has been in a forgiving mood lately.".
His sneer then morphed into a glower.
"Oh, but if you run your mouth off like that again, you won't be so lucky!".
He then bounded away, clearly showing off his sleek muscles that rippled beneath his glossy coat, much unlike the skinny and underfed frame of Rusty. The scarred molly and the tortoiseshell followed, leaving him all alone.
He scowled and muttered under his breath, "I'll show them all one day. BloodClan won't continue this for long!".
Through and through Rusty was a street cat. Raised in a litter of five and abandoned at an early age with his sister, they had been sworn to BloodClan since they were able to hunt. Luckily, his sister had been adopted by the Two-Legs, but couln't see the scraggy kitten in the bushes. It was a shame, BloodClan never targeted den cats.
Now, Rusty was all alone, with few he could trust with certainty. It was cold and hungry life on the streets, full of BloodClan members, Big-Barks, Two-Legs, and Screech-Glides.
Rusty trotted to a Tall-Wood, white and glossy under the moonlight. He leaped up, intent on hunting in his friend Smudge's yard. The fat tom never seemed to mind when he caught a couple mice.
Carefully balancing on the top, he trotted along, until he found that familiar stretch of ground, the Oak Tree and Chirp-Jump water dish in the same place as before.
Leaping down, he sniffed the air, sifting through the myriad of scents to find the warmth of prey.
There was nothing. Rusty drooped like a wilted flower, before an idea came to mind.
'Maybe the forest has something.'
"Rusty? Is that you?".
Lifting his gaze, the ginger tom kitten saw Smudge squeezing out of the cat flap, his fat belly as round as ever.
"Hey Smudge!" The ginger prom greeted, his mood brightening signiffcantly. His tail was high in the air as he greeted his friend with a gentle head bump.
"I haven't seen you in Moon-Cycles!" The black and tom cried, his soft yellow eyes scrunched in sadness.
Rusty sighed, saying "Well Smudge, I was trying to save the skin on my hide from a bunch of Chirp-Jump Whisperers!".
Smudge barely seemed to ackonowlage this, instead licking a forepaw and drawing it over his ear in thought.
"You know," He meowed, "I've seen you looking over at the forest lately.".
Rusty rolled his green orbs in annoyance.
"Yes, please. Tell me again of the wild cats who chew up bones of den cats and put fox fur in their nests.".
"Rusty! I'm being serious! You've heard all the stories!".
"That it, their nothing but stories!" He huffed, leaping onto the fence.
"They wouldn't be lying it weren't true!".
"I'll only be there for a minute, Smudge!".
He bounded off before he could say anything else.
Over the between the forest and the Tall-Fences his paws flew, his heart a flutter with excitement.
Once his was between the trees, he took a look around, and fell in love.
Tall and dark trees rose up from the ground, creating pillars of wood, while underneath them were dark green bushes, their leafs of all shapes and sizes.
The dew was already weighed on the grass, making it twinkle in the moonlight. Puddle form last night's rain had also formed, cooling his toes and soothing his cracked pads.
And all around was the scent of prey, so much prey. Rusty felt as if he was in heaven.
He managed to single out one scent, one that wasn't too far from where he was standing. Dropping into a crouch, the ginger tom cat stalked forward, trying not to disturb a single leaf.
Finally, he caught sight of the prey, a small Squeak-Scurry, it's nose twitching with nervous energy. It's eyes were darting around, on the lookout for predators.
Rusty's ears perked in excitement. It was nearly in pouncing distance.
He dropped into a crouch, belly barely touching the ground. His pawsteps were slow and careful as he pulled himself forward.
But just before he could leap and kill the rodent in one swift bite, there was a rustle from the bushes. The Squeak-Scurry looked up, fear in its eyes, before scurrying away.
The ginger tom cat growled and was about to give chase, when he felt needle sharp teeth dig into his scruff and pull him backwards