Twopaw
(Note: this story takes place with a clan called Fireclan which lives near two other clans named SunClan and RainClan. Also I do not own the warriors books or any of the characters, or ideas, they are © Erin Hunter.)
Alliances
LEADER
Flamingstar: Orange and yellow she-cat
DEPUTY
Crescentscar: solid gray tom with a crescent shaped scar on his right cheek.
Apprentice: Runningpaw.
MEDICINE CAT
Redfoot: White she-cat with red paws
WARRIORS
Spottedtail: White tom with spots on his tail
Dreamback: Black she-cat with a white back
Apprentice: Skypaw
Whitebelly: Tortoiseshell she-cat with a white stomach
Apprentice: Twopaw
Shorttail: Black and white tom
Mustyfoot: Corn colored she-cat with dirty gray paws.
Apprentice: sootpaw
Shadowthief: Dark black tom with a silver stripe running down his back
Desertlight: orange and yellow she-cat
APPRENTICES
Runningpaw: Fast silver tom
Skypaw: tortoiseshell tom
Twopaw: light brown she-cat with two brown stripes on her back, one of the three found in the woods by the medicine cats
Sootpaw: Dirty gray tom
QUEENS
Blazingheart: orange she-cat
KITS
Creamkit: Pure white tom
Blackkit: White she-cat with black nose
ELDERS
Largenose- silver tom with a large nose
Prologue
It was the day of the half moon, and the three medicine cats were heading back to their respective clans. They were just about to part at great rock (the only part of the clan's territories they could meet at in peace), When suddenly they heard a crying sound.
"What is it?" asked Whitetail, the SunClan medicine cat. "It sounds like a kit, but louder, and bulkier."
"It's coming from over here!" Cried Yellowears, the RainClan medicine cat. The three hurried over to the sound to find-
"Stinking twoleg kits!" mewed Whitetail, his fur bristling. "Probably trying to catch us all!" Three twoleg kits lay squirming on the ground in front of them. It was hard to tell with twolegs, but they seemed to be two she-kits and a tom. One had light brown fur on it's head, the others had black and red.
"Whitetail!" said Redfoot, disgusted. "Their just kits, helpless! I think we should each take one back to our clans."
"No" said Whitetail. "It's too big and bulky, and besides, Twolegs grow at a different rate from cats. Some poor queen would end up nursing them for the rest of their lives!"
"You're right," Said Redfoot with a sigh "But it still seems wrong to leave them here." Suddenly, a StarClan warrior flashed across the skies.
"A message!" cried Yellowears. "A message from StarClan! We are to take the kits!"
"But how?" argued Whitetail. "The fact still remains that they're stinking twoleg kits!" He turned around, as if to prove his point, but then bristled.
"What's the matter?" asked Redfoot. She looked at where Whitetail was looking, at the three twoleg kits, or where they had been. Now, in the same place, lay three kits, cat kits, one light brown, one black, and one pale red.
"So we take them?" Redfoot asked in a breathless voice.
"We take them." Replied Whitetail.