Hi! My name is Rustlepaw and this is my fan fiction!

I've been writing this with my very good friend Onepaw (And, if you like this, you will soon see appear in the chapters!) and we've been working on it just for you guys! I really hope you like it, both Onepaw and I have poured a lot of love and effort into this little project of ours so I really hope you love it!

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Epilogue:

The forest was silent, only disrupted by the occasional prey or leaf that scuttered across the dusty forest. Yet finally, ruined when a troubled voice called out,

"Come on Spotty!" as it's owner burst into the once silent clearing. The owner was a golden brown tabby who would have been beautiful if not for her obvious anxiety. She shook as she frantically looked behind her.

"Spotty! We need to run!" she meowed, uneasily pawing the ground. "I'm trying!" The second cat gasped before stumbling into the clearing. This cat was unlike any other that had stepped foot on the clan's land. He was a silvery color, not too uncommon but, he only had three legs.

"Please Violet… I'm trying…" He managed to gasp as he collapsed onto the floor, wincing as his stub of a fourth leg hit the sandy earth.

"Those stupid twolegs who cut off my-"

Violet interrupted, "Shhhh! I hear something!"

The tom glared at her but kept his muzzle shut. Once again a moan could be heard, but this time, louder.

"What is that?" The she-cat meowed in a low voice before lowering into a crouch and creeping towards the noise.

"Wait! Violet! What are you doing?" He tried to yell but while still trying to keep his voice down. Finally, Spotty hobbled as quickly as he could after his fast disappearing sister.

Chapter 1

Firestar padded out of his den. He opened his jaws in a huge yawn and whispered to his mate Sandstorm,

"Have you seen Brambleclaw? I can't find him anywhere."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll turn up soon," she gave Firestar a comforting lick. "He wouldn't leave you."

"I know, I know, but with Shadowclan already trying to take over some of our territory, it may be dangerous out. Even for Brambleclaw, and Windclan hasn't been so friendly either."

"Well if you so worried, then why don't you send a cat or two to go look for him?

"Okay, I guess you right." Firestar padded to the edge of high ledge.

"Thornclaw and Whitewing, Brambleclaw has been away too long for my comfort. Can you go look for him?" Firestar called up from the highrock.

"Yes Firestar," Whitewing was the first to answer before bounding to the warriors den to wake the rest of the requested cats and leave to find Brambleclaw.

It felt like a moon when the two cats arrived. Firestar was enjoying, or at least eating, a madgiepie with Sandstorm when the two cats dragged in a unconscious body. Firestar jumped up when he saw the wide eyed warriors.

"What happened?" Firestar yelped.

"We found Brambleclaw." Thornclaw reported. Grief clouded in both his and Whitewing's eyes as they said this.

"We didn't know if he were alive. He was under the twoleg shed. It had collapsed on him and it reeked of Windclan."

"We think he's still alive." Whitewing meow was ruffled through a mouthful of fur.

It was Brambleclaw all right, but he had a deep scratch that went across his right eye and his right leg was at an angle and almost all his hide fur had been torn off his back.

"Bring him to Leafpool then!" Sandstorm cried out, coming up to stand beside Firestar.

"We also found something else." Thornclaw glanced at Whitewing who looked at him with uncertainty. Just as Leafpool came out of her den and carefully navigated Brambleclaw to back to her den two cats entered the camp, immediately followed by Brackenfur and Dustpelt. The cats were a strange sight, one was a golden brown tabby with green eyes, she seemed to be cowering behind her brother, which was odd because she seemed to be in perfect health and the tom, well he was not. The tom was a handsome young cat with silver fur and his back left leg missing. They were both barely apprentices.

"Who are these cats?" Firestar looked sharply around. Dustpelt shrugged. He sniffed the she-cat but he pulled his face back in disgust just a second after.

"There're kittypets!" He exclaimed.

"Kittypets?" The tom look confused.

"You know..., you live with the twolegs, those things up there?" Sandstorm narrowed her eyes.

"Twolegs are the only things that ruined my life! They took my leg!" The tom snarled, outraged at just the thought of the soft life with twolegs. "I would kill them if I could!" The she-cat stood up calmly.

"We're not looking for any trouble." She announced. "We just, uh, we're looking for a place to stay. We ran away after the twolegs took my brothers leg."

"You both look pretty tired. Why don't you lay down?" Sandstorm eyes were gentle. She was right. While the she-cat seemed energetic, they both had tufts of fur sticking out like they hadn't been washed in a while and both of there eyes didn't have the usual shimmer in them. They looked like they hadn't slept in a while.

"Thank you." The she-cat nodded graciously as she laid down, arranging her paws so that she was ready to jump up in a moments notice, but was still resting. The tom didn't.

"Is this a trick?" The tom yowled. "Cause we can't be fooled."

"Of course you can't." Sandstorm gently placing her tail lightly on the toms shoulder. He twitched, but didn't otherwise move.

"Well if you would like to stay, you can stay. Both of you." Firestar calmly replied.

"More kittypets!" Ashfur growled. "We can't have more kittypets! They don't even know how to hunt! It's the middle of the winter, we barely have enough prey for ourselves, much less to other hungry, useless mouths."

"Actually that's not true." The tom interrupted. "My mother was a loner when she had us. We grew up as rogue cats, but then I became ill. My mother was so afraid she went to two legs for help. They took us in and brought us to a place where I lost my leg and my sister, her claws. When we came back we couldn't find our mother anywhere. So we decided to leave. We were trapped in the house for a couple of days and then we found a way out and here we are now." He finished with a proud look on his face.

"You may stay as long as you please, you look like fine cats to me." Firestar nodded and looked pointedly at Ashfur.

"Oh, well thank you." The she-cat eyes rested on Firestar.

"These cats are useless! How could you be so blind Firestar!" Ashfur yowled.

"You want to see useless?" The tom bunched up his haunches ready to spring. The tom lunged as Ashfur with claws unsheathed. And the two cat bowled over.

"Stop it you two! Ashfur, please keep in mind that you are not the leader here. And the tom, we are letting you stay here when we barely have enough food to feed ourselves, much less you and your sister." Firestar looked sharply at the two cats. The two cats stopped immediately. Ashfur with a wound on his shoulder and the other one with blood dripping off his ear.

"These two cats can stay if they want to. It is your decision. Do you wish to stay?" Firestar asked the two cats. The tom looked at his sister. She nodded.

"Yes, we will stay." She replied.

"Very well then." The leader nodded. Then he stalked away to meet his mate, Sandstorm.