FallenClan
Leader: Hazelstar- ginger she-cat with long, thick fur, some darker tabby stripes, a white belly, and hazel eyes
Warriors:
Thrushwing- brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Apprentice, Snowpaw
Softfeather- pale gray tabby she-cat with a white belly and paws and blue eyes
Apprentice, Sootpaw
Nightstream- skinny black tabby she-cat
Apprentice, Darkpaw
Cherrynose- reddish-brown tabby she-cat
Flamepelt- dark ginger tom
Apprentice, Frostpaw
Spottedcloud- tortoiseshell she-cat with a white muzzle and paws
Rippleclaw- dark gray tabby tom with thin black stripes
Apprentice, Mosspaw
Scorchfrost- mottled ginger-and-black tom with bright amber eyes, one white paw, and a long, white-tipped tail
Apprentices:
Snowpaw- frosty white she-cat with blue eyes, half-deaf
Frostpaw- white she-cat with faint pale gray patches and green eyes
Sootpaw- gray tabby she-cat with darker flecks and green eyes
Darkpaw- black tabby tom with patches of white on his belly
Mosspaw- mottled ginger, brown, black, and white she-cat with a white muzzle and paws and amber eyes
Queens:
Ashpetal- gray she-cat with white flecks and green eyes, mother of Thrushwing's kits: Birchkit, a white-and-gray tom, and Swallowkit, a dark brown tabby she-cat with white flecks and violet-blue eyes
Prologue
Hazel stared out of the frosted glass, her breath making small clouds on the cold surface. One of the Twoleg kits sat beside her, stroking her long, soft fur. Hazel purred and drowsily half-closed her eyes, watching the snow-covered landscape slide by.
The Twoleg monster came to a jerking halt. Hazel blinked open her eyes in surprise. The monster's paws seemed to be skidding on the slick, icy Thunderpath. The Twoleg kit pulled Hazel away from where she was sitting and opened the side of the monster, leading her away from the soft, warm comfort that lingered inside the strange creature.
Hazel would never forget the feelings of anger and loss that had rushed through her when the Twoleg had dropped her in the snow, climbed back into the monster, and drove away with her family. Hazel stayed still, in a crouch, watching with wide, fearful eyes as she watched the monster slide away into the distance.
She blinked down at her paws sadly, feeling strangely exhausted, even though it was still around sunhigh. Sadly, Hazel curled up in a tight ball and fell asleep.
She opened her eyes to bright, shining fields and starry skies. For a moment she thought she was dead; when she saw a cat with stars in its fur padding towards her, it only confirmed her suspicions.
The star-furred cat purred and narrowed her blue eyes slightly. "Don't worry, Hazel. You haven't died. You won't die for a very long time."
Hazel pinned back her ears and stared at her paws. "Why won't I? My housefolk have abandoned me. I won't be able to survive on my own."
The strange cat gave her a knowing smile and flicked her tail, summoning forwards eight other cats who came to stand behind her. "We are StarClan, Hazel. We have chosen you to be leader of a new Clan – FallenClan. You can recruit rogues to become part of your Clan. We will teach you to hunt and fight in your dreams. You will have nine lives as a leader, and power – lots of power. Don't you want that?"
Hazel's ears pricked slightly, and she nodded. "Of course I do. And you'll help me? You'll help me create this… FallenClan?"
The starry she-cat nodded. "Yes, Hazel. We will be there to guide you every step of the way."
Then many things happened all at once. Hazel received her nine lives, and felt either excruciating pain, strangely calm, or a mixture of both every time she was given one. The process was strange, but when the final cat touched noses with her and she was able to step back, she felt powerful. Untouchable. She felt like she could to anything in the world if she put her mind to it.
And when the StarClan cats called out her new name – Hazelstar – there was no doubt left in her mind that this is what she was destined for. To lead a strong, powerful Clan for seasons, and finally coming to live in StarClan to watch her Clan grow over many generations.
Yet when the StarClan cats bid her goodbye and she woke up, blinking and narrowing her eyes to the harsh light of dawn, Hazelstar didn't want to obey every law of this 'warrior code'. It was just a bunch of stupid rules – who were the StarClan cats to tell her what to do and how to live? She had immense power now. She had nine lives.
And there was nothing any cat could do to stop her.