AN: It's been ages since I've written anything. Sorry about that, I've been busy with life. Anyways this is a new story idea I thought up of. What would happen if cats from different Clans fell in love? Would they have to give up their kits? Or would they start something entirely different? Basically a what-if story.

Prologue

Darkness fell upon the hollow as ThunderClan slept peacefully in the night. A clawmark of a moon shown dimly in the night sky, while the stars looked on. Thin wisps of clouds circled the moon as a fierce wind picked up.

A cat was standing guard, tall and proud as he watched the camp's entrance.

It was his first night on guard duty. Normally older cats with more experience were chosen. He had earned his warrior name just this morning though. As a new warrior he had to sit vigil while the Clan slept in peace.

Suddenly the thorn tunnel began to shiver. The tom's ears pricked forward in alarm when he picked up an unfamiliar scent. Pawsteps sounded in the background as something shuffled inside the thorn tunnel. The tom drew in a deep breath until he recognized the cat that had crept forward.

"Dustypaw, it's me," mewed a silver tabby she-cat. Her pale green eyes glowed with amusement as she noticed the light brown tabby sigh in relief.

"Sageleaf, what in StarClan's name are you doing here?" he demanded when his voice dropped to a whisper. Not only was he breaking the warrior code by speaking during his vigil, but this was a cat from another Clan. He couldn't imagine what his Clanmates would say if they found out. "Besides, we can't meet here where there are so many enemies..."

The silver tabby lowered her gaze and stared at her paws. "But I had to meet with you, one last time," she murmured. "I'm expecting your kits."

His eyes widened in disbelief. They had only been meeting for a couple of moons when they were apprentices! Sageleaf had received her warrior name a couple of days ago. Her silver tabby pelt was ruffled with unease when she glanced around warily.

"But...how? How did you find out?" He tried not to sound shocked when he asked the questions.

"I found out a couple of days ago. I've been trying to get away from WindClan since than, but it's next to impossible!" She began to pace despite the tiny space she had.

"Sageleaf, you know we can't be together like this," he suddenly whispered. The bracken where the warriors slept began to rattle. Sageleaf took a startled step back and stared at him in alarm. "Come on, you need to leave before you're found out!"

The silver tabby she-cat was about to flee when a shadow fell upon them. The light brown tabby whipped around and gaped at the cat who stood before him.

It was Dawntail, a fiery young warrior whose attitude matched her name. Her bright orange tail was raised in confusion when she eyed Sageleaf cautiously. Suddenly her claws unsheathed and she swiped them across the light brown tabby's face.

"Dustyhead, don't you know better than to give a warning call?" she demanded when he recoiled in shock. "This is an intruder!"

As if her voice had summoned them more cats emerged from the warrior's den. Now Sageleaf was panicking as she gaped at the warriors that surrounded her.

"What in StarClan's name is going on here?" Dread washed over Dustyhead when the leader of ThunderClan emerged from his den. It was a large dark gray tom with piercing amber eyes. He glared down at Dustyhead when he caught the scent of a WindClan cat in the air. "What is this WindClan she-cat doing here?"

He was about to explain himself when Dawntail beat him to it, "I caught him conversing with this enemy." Her words came out in a scathing hiss when she glared at Sageleaf. The silver tabby flinched at the look in her amber eyes.

"You just received your warrior name Dustyhead," spat a gray speckled tabby. His claws unsheathed when he took a step forward, pushing his way through the crowd. "How could you betray the Clan like this?"

The light brown tabby bowed his head as more accusations were thrown at him. Sageleaf looked just as helpless when she gazed at the cats that had her surrounded.

"Let him explain himself." Dustyhead stiffened when another voice spoke out above the murmuring crowd. He peered past Dawntail to see that the medicine cat - a scrawny looking brown she-cat with ginger paws - was watching him carefully. "Maybe there is a reason he was speaking to this... WindClan cat."

"Yes, I do have a reason," he sputtered out. "This cat's name is Sageleaf. We've been meeting for two moons now, since we were apprentices." A few cats gasped and glared at him when he explained what had happened between them. "We met one day during a battle, and... I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. She's not like other WindClan cats, believe me!"

"You are a traitor!" one cat yowled.

"His pelt should be clawed off!" another spat.

"Dustyhead, I'm not welcomed here," Sageleaf suddenly mewed. Her voice was so soft compared to his Clanmates that he hardly heard her. Dustyhead whipped his head around to face her, but he saw that she was beginning to panic. "I... I have to go," she insisted.

"You're not going anywhere." The leader suddenly jumped down from the Highledge and landed on all four paws. Without hesitating he sprang forward, knocking aside Dustyhead and pinning Sageleaf to the ground. "You have learned too many of our secrets just by meeting with this traitor," he spat. "You can stay here until these matters are resolved."

Sageleaf exchanged a terrified look with Dustyhead. There was no way they could escape. Not with so many cats surrounding them. A shudder of dread washed over Dustyhead once more when the leader led him away from the thorn tunnel entrance.

They were led towards the back of the hollow, beside the elder's den. An old looking golden tabby snarled at Sageleaf when she crept after Dustyhead. A creamy brown she-cat with dark blue eyes glared at Dustyhead as if she expected him to attack her on the spot.

It would be easy to turn on them, he thought bitterly. But we're hopelessly outnumbered. I can't put Sageleaf's life at risk.

"You will be kept here until the Gathering, which is in a couple of days," the dark gray ThunderClan leader growled. "When the Gathering starts I will tell the Clans that you are traitors. The warrior code must never be broken this way."

"Dustyhead, what are we going to do?" Sageleaf sounded terrified when she glanced at Dustyhead. "We can't get out of here unscathed!"

"I'm working on it." Dustyhead's claws kneaded the ground as he began to work out what they could do.

He needed to come up with a plan fast if they were to survive through this. Suddenly an idea came to his mind when he saw one of Wrenflight's kits tumble out of the nursery. ThunderClan had three nursing queens at the moment. They had admitted to him once that the den was getting stuffy, and camp itself was getting too full.

Maybe they would be willing to join a new Clan if we thought one up, he thought as he gazed up at the paling sky. His mind began to whirl with ideas that could change the fate of the Clans. Maybe their fate wasn't sealed by StarClan after all.

AN: Sorry for the vague description. Allegiances will be posted after chapter four. Please remember to leave a review, I love seeing them :)