Why was Onestar named Onekit? some Warriors fans may ask. That's a ridiculous name. But was it?
You see, Onekit was not originally from his home Clan of WindClan, just as Bluestar and her deputy Redtail were not technically born into ThunderClan. And there was, of course, the matter of Onestar's deranged sister, Twotail.
It all started moons before any of them were born...
...with the formation of WeaselClan, a society of cats bent on stealing kits from kittypets to teach them a lesson for being so wimpy. Eventually, this society turned to inter-Clan stealing as well, but in the early days they only stole from kittypets.
The first kit ever stolen by WeaselClan was snatched by the founders—two ThunderClan cats named Moonflower and Stormtail. The two were mates, and craved an extra sibling for their unborn kits.
So they set out into Twolegplace one night to steal themselves a daughter.
Chapter One: WeaselClan
In which we are introduced to the society and its founders, and witness the kitnap of a certain blue-furred kittypet
"Quiet!" Moonflower hissed, flicking her tail over Stormtail's mouth. A fierce light was in her eyes. "I see her!"
Stormtail shut his mouth. Back then, he was very talkative, but he knew that WeaselClan's first mission had to be a success.
He and Moonflower crept along the fence at the edge of the Twolegplace, watching the kittypet suckle her newborn children, adoration in her eyes. There were five of them—two toms and three she-cats. Stormtail glanced over them—Moonflower had made it clear she wanted a daughter, so he ignored the toms. The she-cats looked nothing like either him or Moonflower. But wait—what was that? A previously unseen kit squirmed into view. She was a blue-gray color, and was slightly smaller than the rest. Perfect. Moonflower was due to kit within two days; no one would notice the extra kit in that time.
"That one," he whispered. Moonflower nodded, excitement in her eyes, large belly swaying slightly, and replied, "Now!"
Stormtail leapt to the ground. The she-cat looked up, fear in her eyes.
"Hello," Stormtail said, malice in his voice. "I am here for an extra kit."
The kittypet's eyes widened in horror. "No!" she shrieked. "Not my kits! Not my kits!" She struggled to rise, but the kits at her belly squirmed and squealed so she could not move.
She curled her legs protectively over her kits and whimpered, "Please, sir, please don't hurt my babies."
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Stormtail purred. "I only want one."
With that, he darted forward. Knocking aside the kittypet, he plucked the blue-gray she-kit from her mother's belly and dashed across the lawn and up the fence, over into the forest beyond...