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?
