Summary: When a disease spreads through the entire area of the Clans, it kills every male cat there is, leaving only the females. They realize soon that they are doomed, without anyone to mate with to keep their species going. Only three cats are pregnant. The first has kits that are all stillborn, the second has kits that are all females, but the last has one kit. He's a male. A scrawny, ugly male with over sized paws and a kinked tail who's named Faithpaw. And everybody is desperate for his survival. As Faithpaw grows up, a lot of she-cats are hanging around him, trying to be the one he chooses as his first mate. But he doesn't even want a mate. And that's all anybody ever considers him. Someone to mate with to bring the species back to fullness. Can the one tom save the species without having to mate nonstop?
Disclaimer- I don't own warriors, but I own these characters and Clan names. And I own the plot and almost everything.
MidnightClan is ShadowClan, FireClan is ThunderClan, WindClan is AirClan and WaterClan is RiverClan.
Prologue
MidnightClan
Leader- Brightstar- bright she-cat
Deputy- Whitefoot- white she-cat
Medicine cat- Specklepelt- Speckled tabby she-cat
Warriors- Northwing- brown she-cat
Brownclaw- dark brown she-cat
Windfrost- pale yellow she-cat
Moonfeather- silver and black she-cat
Apprentices- Sunpaw- ginger she-cat
Duskpaw- dusky brown she-cat, Sunpaw's sister
Silverpaw- silvery she-cat
Earthpaw-dark brown striped she-cat
Faithpaw- patchy brown and white tom
Queens- Frostclaw- white she-cat
Auburnwhisker- auburn she-cat
Chrysanthemumflower- colorful she-cat
Elders- Threewhisker- old she-cat
WaterClan
Leader- Inkstar- inky black she-cat
Deputy- Fearfeather- young tabby she-cat
Medicine cat- Thornfur- tan she-cat
Warriors- Dogwing- playful she-cat
Blackfur- black she-cat
Pinestripe- brown tabby she-cat
Sandclaw- sandy brown she-cat
Apprentices- Howlpaw- noisy grey she-cat
Bluepaw- blue-grey she-cat
Brownpaw- brown tabby she-cat
Clockpaw- grey and brown tabby
Queens- none
Elders- Cone-eye- ugly, clumpy furred she-cat
AirClan
Leader- Longstar- wiry she-cat
Deputy- Greenflower- grey she-cat
Medicine cat- Spotdot- ever nervous she-cat
Warriors- Whitestripe- White she-cat
Silvertail- silvery grey she-cat
Paperfur- pure white she-cat
Apprentices- Shiftpaw- shaky young she-cat
Sandpaw- sandy yellow she-cat
Queens- none
Elders- none
FireClan
Leader- Birchstar- pale brown she-cat
Deputy- Greypelt- grey pelted she-cat
Medicine cat- Sandyfur- sandy brown she-cat
Warriors- Standfur- stable grey she-cat
Dogear- Grey she-cat with a wobbly ear
Moontalon- Silver she-cat with yellow paws
Sunwhisker- Yellow she-cat, Moontalon's sister
Apprentices- Grewpaw- gangly grey she-cat
Queens- Silverfeather- silvery she-cat
Elders- Pathpelt- stripy she-cat
...unfaithful….
A young tabby she-cat padded into the moonlit camp, her heart churning with grief. She looked at her paws as they led her to the nursery. Gently she poked her head in, her heart hammering, knowing how hard this would be.
"Frostclaw?" She whispered.
The white she-cat jumped restfully to her feet. "Yes, Brownclaw?"
"Darkfur had the disease, Frostclaw," Brownclaw said sadly, "he was found dead."
"NO!" Frostclaw jumped to her feet, eyes shining for her lost mate.
"There is only one left," Brownclaw said, "We must hope that Greenlight will survive."
A yowl echoed through camp, and Brownclaw dashed out again. Someone was dragging Greenlight into camp. She screamed, then stopped, suddenly realizing that the age of the Clans could not go on.
"There are no more toms," Whispered Frostclaw beside her, "Our species shall trickle away, but if a tom does come along, he's going to be hitched fast."
….unfaithful….
The sun was a few hours from rising as Brownclaw padded into the medicine den. Her head was swimming with doom and her whole body ached with fear. Her life was fine, the unknown, incurable disease didn't affect females. But she feared for all four Clans, knowing they would soon die off, with no more males to mate with.
"Specklepelt?" She called. He elderly medicine cat padded over. "Yes, Brownclaw?"
"Have you had a prophecy to help us from this dark age?" "No." Specklepelt shook her head sadly. "StarClan is silent."
In dreadful silence, Brownclaw padded limply from the den. She lay down in the almost empty den, longing for the scent of her mate. He was gone though, with the warrior ancestors. She wished there were some other males in here. It made her sad.
Slowly she drifted into sleep. She had a vivid dream; cats were running around in terror and dead bodies fell to the ground.
A raspy voice rung through the devastated camp.
"The Clans shall split
Leaving only the she-cats
Doom will come
Until the hope blossoms
But does not save."
The prophecy was gone. Brownclaw shot to her paws, wide awake. A yowl sounded form the nursery, and she paced over.
The entire Clan had gathered inside the nursery, around the one queen, Chrysanthemumflower. She was stretched out. Silence fell and a tiny kit slid out.
Brownclaw looked down, hope in her chest. Was it male? She desperately hoped so.
"It's a female," Said Moonfeather as she watched.
The cats were silent.
The next one came.
"It's also a female," Said Moonfeather again.
The last one came.
"Female." A groan sounded.
The next day Frostclaw was also having birth. Once again the cats gathered around with excitement, hoping for a male.
The first one came.
"Female," said one cat, then added, "But she's stillborn."
Frostclaw gave a wail. Her next kit came.
"Male!" the cat said happily. The Clan began pressing foreword with eagerness.
"But…he's stillborn."
The Clan began to wail, and they broke away in fear.
The next day the third and last queen, Auburnwhisker had her kits. Again the Clan pressed foreword, surrounding her excitedly.
She lay wailing for over an hour. Finally though, she fell silent. Out came the kit. It was tiny, premature. Moonfeather sniffed it. It was limp, with clumsy paws and a long tail that had an obvious 90 degree kink in it. It was scrawny too, short brown and white fur concealing a bony and ugly body.
Moonfeather turned it over. "Male," She said, "Alive."
The cats gave a whisper, but there wasn't much excitement as they saw the hideously ugly tom.
"His name's Faithkit," Auburnwhisker said, "He better save our species."