Allegiances:
FernClan:
Leader: Ravenstar- Young smoke tabby tom with amber eyes
Deputy:Blossomthroat- Black molly with a white locket marking and green eyes
Medicine Cat/Seer: Brightshade- White tom with orange tabby patches and hazel eyes
Warriors:
Snowwhisker- Solid white tom with pale blue eyes
Dappleface- Pretty brown molly with black and white patches and yellow eyes
Dusttail- Sleek, tall dilute cinnamon tom with amber eyes
Cloudsong- Fluffy white molly with blue eyes
Rosefoot- Cream molly with reddish socks and yellow eyes
Rabbitpelt- Black tom with white hind paws and amber eyes
Queens and Kits:
Adderfoot- Chocolate tabby molly with amber eyes
-Fawnkit: Cinnamon tabby molly
-Thornkit: Brown ticked tabby tom
-Mudkit: Dilute cinnamon tabby tom
Thrushleap- Tuxedo molly with amber eyes
-Bearkit: Black tom with amber eyes
-Tigerkit: Black tom with a white belly and amber eyes
-Nightkit: Tortoiseshell molly with green eyes
-Cherrykit: Dark red molly with darker spots, long ears, and amber eyes
Elders:
Stormheart- Grey ticked tabby tom with green eyes, former leader, missing an ear
Ashcloud- Grey ticked tabby tom with hazel eyes, former medicine cat
Gingerstripe- Red tabby molly with lots of white and hazel eyes, scarred muzzle
MossClan:
Leader: Moonstar- Silver molly with pale, clouded eyes.
Deputy: Cinderstep- Grey tabby tom with blue eyes
Medicine Cat/Seer: Mistcloud- Silver molly with amber eyes
Outsiders:
Rogue leader: Redd- Massive dark ginger tom with a bobbed tail and gold eyes
Mojo- Tortoiseshell kittypet molly with amber eyes
Prologue
Screeching echoed through the small clearing. Cats of all pelts were fighting over the limited territory after a massive forest fire, fur tufts and pools of blood littering the charred ground. A bulky, deep red tom tackled an equally muscled opponent who was cornering a tortoiseshell queen and her kits. They shouldn't have been part of this fight, but the attacking group had crept here before dawn to catch the group sheltering in the space off guard. A long throaty yowl signified a retreat.
"Are you okay Mojo?" the dark red tom meowed impassively.
"Yes, only a few scratches. I'm more worried about them, aren't you?!" the queen snapped, her gaze softening as she looked at the three small kits at her belly.
"They don't really concern me." he huffed.
"D-don't concern you?! They're yours!" the molly glared at him as he walked away.
The queen groomed her kits, trying to settle herself. She hadn't wanted to have them either, but she felt deeply bonded to them already. They were hers, she had to keep them safe. Redd wasn't much of a father. He wasn't much of a mate either. She wasn't sure why she was staying with his group of rogues anymore. She had come from a Twoleg house, when she had met him, he had seemed so much more caring. That was a long time ago, she had three little girls to take care of now. She couldn't just leave them now. The spotted red kit looked up at her blindly and she couldn't help but frown, reminded of Redd.
It had been a quarter moon since she had fled. The kits could walk now, their eyes fully open. They disguised their scents and left in the night. 'Rogues don't have guards posted at night, thankfully. My housefolk didn't like letting me out at night. Now I know what they were trying to protect me from...' she thought. Unfortunately, as she sniffed around, she was having trouble finding and catching prey in the burnt up forest undergrowth. 'House cats aren't meant to do this...' she fumed, noticing the thinning tortoiseshell fur of her two smaller kits. Cherry, the red kit, was busy stalking a butterfly, without a care in the world. Speckle and Spot watched on with low energy. Most other queens in her situation would take the stronger kit over the weaker ones, but something about Cherry just unnerved Mojo.