A/N: Sorry if the story is bad. I'm still new to the site and I'm just familiarizing myself with how it works and stuff. Still, once I get the hang of it I'll return to this and fix it.
A roaring river of white water slices the land in half. Streams run like veins towards the lands beyond. On the west bank , a dense woodland stretches out vastly and beside it, softens into a wet marshland that leads into the twolegplace, full of frogs and fish. Across the river, on the east side are rolling hills, and behind them are an expanse of mountains. There is a steep canyon and inside in a tree in a pool of water from the White River. It is the Tree of Starlight, that represents that life can thrive in the harshest of places. It is the sacred duty of medicine cats to protect the tree to preserve their connection with the land of starts. In front of the canyon, nestled between its steep edge and the bank of the river lies a scree, the harshest of all but promising in the season of snow prey from above when there is none below. At the south end of the river, a landslide has created the perfect scree for a peaceful gathering and a rocky outcrop for leaders to look down on their Clans. The four leaders promised to preserve their land and uphold the noble code passed down from their ancient ancestors… ThunderClan, WindClan, ShadowClan and RiverClan. Nightstar led his clan across the river and they settled among the forests. Miststar led her clan to the marsh. Breezestar and her clan stayed among the hills. Moonstar and his clan thrived in their land of stone. But at the north end, living near the waterfall that feeds the river at the very north brews a clan of a different kind- rogues without a law and plotting ways to secure the Clans under their control.
"Solash, Flux," a gray-and-white she-cat greeted the approaching toms. "Good to see you. Are you two now willing to hear what I have to offer?" With a flick of her tail, shadows streamed from behind them, encircling the visitors warily, poised to pounce. "I can assure you I can be very persuasive."
Willowstar looked down at the bedraggled brown-and-white kit.
"Punish me if you must, but leave the kit alone," a black, lithe tom growled, standing protectively over his mewling daughter.
Willowstar's lip curled. "You'll get your punishment, Spiderfoot. Just get that kit out of my sight."
"Where do you want me to take her?" Spiderfoot rasped, sorrow flaring in his chest as she pressed against his leg, crying piteously.
"I'm not a murderer. Take her to the nursery." Spiderfoot dipped his head and gently carried the kit across the clearing.
He pushed through the shaded fronds until he was under the elderberry bush. "Frostpool?" The beautiful dappled gray queen lay on her side. Her second litter was curled protectively against her belly. The other queens turned and hissed in disapproval. Frostpool trained her sharp green gaze on her son. There was no need for words. She knew why he was here.
"She shares your blood, Frostpool," Spiderfoot reminded her desperately.
"I know. You should be punished."
"Then punish me. But not her. She should not be away from her mother."
"She shouldn't have had a mother," Frostpool snarled.
"She still has me!" Spiderfoot growled. "If she dies, I go with her."
"She will take no warrior name," Willowstar decided as she addressed her Clan. "We will raise her until she is old enough to survive on her own. Spiderfoot, does that sound fair? Or should we put her out of her misery?" She offered, cruelly twisting her claws toward the nursery. Spiderfoot hastily shook his head.
As Willowstar leapt down and made her way to her den, a little brown tabby ran up to intercept her.
"Willowstar, that was unfair."
"Please, Rainpaw, get out of my way."
Rainpaw stubbornly refused to move. "You didn't turn me away when Silverwind brought me here."
Willowstar shook her head again. "You know nothing of what it takes to lead a Clan."
"I'm a medicine cat," Rainpaw reminded her.
"A medicine cat apprentice," the leader corrected.
"You're jealous. Jealous that Spiderfoot picked some stupid kittypet over you!"
"That's not true!"
"I'll bet she was pretty," Rainpaw continued smoothly.
Willowstar's temper flared. "MOVE!" With one paw she bowled the apprenticed over and with as much dignity as she could muster, she walked stiffly towards her den, silently mourning over the loss of Spiderfoot's affection, leaving Rainpaw staring regretfully after her.