Okay, this is my first story. Please be kind. Critiques are welcome, but flames are not! Okay... Enjoy!


Allegiances

LightningClan

Leader: Stormstar

Deputy: Rainsong

Medicine Cat: Rowanbreeze

Warriors:

Lionstorm

Wildfire

Skyblaze

Nightstorm

Springpath

Ivymist

Apprentices:

Wolfpaw

Dewpaw

Sparrowpaw

Queens:

Yellowpetal

Whiteflame

Kits:

Hazelkit

Silverkit

Thunderkit

Blazekit

Ashkit

Elders:

Thunderfall

Eaglewind

Honeyglow

Runningriver

ValleyClan

Leader: Silentstar

Deputy: Wildcall

Medicine Cat: Morningflight

Warriors:

Whiteglow

Fallenspirit

Russetfire

Owlshadow

Apprentices:

Gingerpaw

Pinepaw

Blackpaw

Sparkpaw

Queens:

Starmist

Kits:

Brackenkit

Ravenkit

Elders:

Duskfire

Echopool

OceanClan

Leader: Violetstar

Deputy: Aquawave

Medicine Cat: Watersage

Warriors:

Wildripple

Mistbird

Mossriver

Shadowthicket

Rowanblaze

Apprentices:

Hollypaw

Willowpaw

Queens:

Petalwish

Rivercall

Kits:

Jaykit

Ivykit

Elders:

Riverpool

Leopardheart

ShadeClan

Leader: Smokestar

Deputy: Shadowflight

Medicine Cat: Duskglow

Warriors:

Nightbird

Crowpelt

Goldmist

Dawnshadow

Silversky

Apprentices:

Fallenpaw

Hollowpaw

Swiftpaw

Queens:

Blackmoon

Coldstone

Wolfsong

Kits:

Dawnkit

Skykit

Stonekit

Elders:

Icecloud

Scartail

Darkthicket


Skyblaze pressed her nose into her dead mate's fur, tears streaming down her face. The other cats of LightningClan stood around her awkwardly, staring at the body which used to be their clanmate. Skyblaze tried to smell the familiar scent of her mate, but she couldn't. There was only the awful, crowfood smell of death. She kept relieving the moment he died, under the paws of that horrible ShadeClan warrior, Crowpelt. He had seemed shocked, shocked that he had killed him, or shocked that Skyblaze had stopped fighting to mourn for her lost mate. She let out a small wail of sadness, and buried her nose farther into his cold fur. "Goldenash," she said quietly, in a voice racked with sobs, "I'm expecting your kits."

[Rainsong's POV]

Rainsong tried to comfort Skyblaze, but Skyblaze would just stare into space, letting out a small sob now and then. It wasn't right- Goldenash was such a young warrior, being named only three moons before. Rainsong's heart twisted as she watched her friend. This must be horrible for her.

ShadeClan hadn't tried to leave quietly, but Skyblaze guessed that Smokestar felt guilty over the death of Goldenash. She stared into space in silence, remembering that she planned on telling him after the battle. ShadeClan had unfairly accused LightningClan of stealing prey, and attacked immediately. Who would want that horrible crowfood, anyway? It wasn't worth Goldenash's death. It wasn't worth anything. Did ShadeClan think that there was glory in killing a fellow warrior?