ThunderClan
Leader: Ashstar
Smoky gray she-cat
Deputy: Cinderhope
Light gray tom
Apprentice, Catkinpaw
Mate: Peachrain
Medicine Cat: Mossflower
White she-cat with black splotches
Apprentice, Cinnamonpaw
Warriors: Moonpad
Beautiful blue-gray she-cat with distinctive white nose and paw pads
Spiritwing
Gray tabby tom
Apprentice, Shadowpaw
Mate: Autumnleaf
Newtfrost
Tortoiseshell she-cat
Summerheart
Beautiful yellow tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Mudpelt
Shaggy dark brown tom
Apprentice: Deerpaw
Irispetal
Tawny she-cat
Apprentice, Longpaw
Duskstorm
Light brown tom
Mate: Ratfur
Pineclaw
Dark brown tabby tom
Chasewind
Dusky brown tom
Brindlerose
Pretty brown tabby she-cat
Bloodflower
Dark brown she-cat with cream underbelly
Runningshadow
Light brown tom
Flamemoon
Ginger tabby tom
Mate: Mangoheart
Stripewhisker
Beautiful brown tabby
Honeystorm
Honey-colored she-cat
Strikefoot
Black and white tom
Apprentice, Owlpaw
Mate: Stripewhisker
Spottedfoot
Black tom with interesting tortoiseshell paws
Thistletail
Tortoiseshell she-cat
Thornclaw
Bracken-colored tom
Apprentice, Poisonpaw
Autumnpelt
White she-cat with unusual ginger-brown stripes
Peachrain
Dark brown she-cat with ginger belly
Apprentices: Poisonpaw
Silver tabby tom
Catkinpaw
Beautiful white she-cat with light gray splotches
Cloverpaw
Brown tabby she-cat
Starpaw
Black tom with yellow ear tips, tail tip and paws
Shadowpaw
Deep black tom
Owlpaw
Pale tabby she-cat
Oakpaw
Ginger-brown tabby tom
Deerpaw
Pretty tabby and white she-cat
Longpaw
Black and white tom
Cinnamonpaw
Beautiful sorrel she-cat with ginger underbelly
Medicine cat apprentice
Queens: Mangoheart
Ginger she-cat
Kits: Weavekit, Trailkit
Ratfur
Ugly gray she-cat
Elders: Desertstorm
Pale tabby tom
Showertail
Long-haired gray she-cat
Heatshadow
Ginger tabby tom
Goldpuddle
Once pretty golden she-cat
Hawkclaw
Dark gray tom
Phantomheart
Sleek black tom with white spot on chest
Cats In Other Clans: Skycloud
Light gray tom with white splotches, formerly ThunderClan
Clan: ShadowClan
Hurricanesong
Muscular black tom, ShadowClan deputy
Clan: ShadowClan
Crimsonstone
Deep ginger tom- roving male
Clan: Unknown, still to be found out shivers
A light brown tom sniffed at the ground. He could smell vole- perhaps one of them had been here.
Suddenly, he caught sight of it. It was scrabbling around the dry leaves, nibbling on a seed.
Slowly, he dropped into a hunting position. He crouched forward, keeping his blue eyes on nothing but the vole.
Suddenly, a loud rustle was heard. The vole's ears perked, and frightened, it ran away, dropping the seed in the leaves for another lucky vole to find.
The light brown tom groaned and looked around at the bushes surrounding him. He felt pure annoyance well up inside him as he noticed a familiar tabby pelt rush though the bramble bushes.
Runningshadow heaved himself to his paws and padded to the bushes, ready to yell at his apprentice.
He pushed his way through, ignoring the brambles that tugged at his fur, and peered at his apprentice. The frown turned into a smile at what she was doing.
Very slowly, Cloverpaw was creeping along the wet earth, mud trying to suck her paws into the ground. She ignored it and kept her eyes on what Runningshadow was very surprised to see.
A huge rabbit, almost as big as the apprentice herself, was looming ahead, lazily loping around and nibbling grass. Cloverpaw couldn't take her eyes off of it.
Runingshadow took care to not do what Cloverpaw had just did for him, and stayed put where he was, watching carefully.
Cloverpaw suddenly leaped toward the rabbit, still keeping her weight light, and landed on top of it. She gave it a clean bite on the back of the neck and killed it swiftly, without even a drop of blood.
Runningshadow felt a surge of pride and leaped out of the bushes. "Excellent!" He praised the tabby.
She held the rabbit high, smiling underneath the cold lump of fur. "May I share this with the rest of the apprentices?" She asked eagerly.
"When you're done with your mission," Runningshadow meowed. This was her quarterly assessment, as now it had been about a quarter moon since her training had started.
Cloverpaw brightened. "Thanks, Runningshadow!" She exclaimed. She ran back the other way to another good spot, the heavy undergrowth near the Owl Tree.
Runningshadow beamed with pride at his apprentice. She definitely was one in a million- a fast learner. And they had been friends for a while before Cloverpaw was made an apprentice, so he was pretty covered.
Deciding to go back to camp, Runningshadow trotted towards the ThunderClan scent that filled his nostrils and hit the roof of his mouth like a welcoming mate.
He sighed gratefully, giving thanks to StarClan, and slid down the gorse tunnel. The mud was slippery and the young warrior tried not to fall down as he arrived at his home camp.
Cinderhope was talking to a couple of the apprentices that had stayed in camp for the day and noticed Runningshadow's presence. He bounded up to his former apprentice.
"Runningshadow!" Cinderhope called as he approached the light brown tom. "I need you to go on patrol with Irispetal, Stripewhisker and Flamemoon. Can you go?" He asked.
Runningshadow raised his eyebrows (in this story cats have eyebrows). "But doesn't Irispetal have an apprentice to be training?" He asked.
The deputy nodded. "Yeah, but she let Longpaw train with Mudpelt and Deerpaw today."
Runningshadow shivered as he thought of what Irispetal had told him the other day: that Deerpaw was in danger of being massacred by Mudpelt. The tawny she-cat must have left her apprentice to Mudpelt so it would distract him from putting a claw on Deerpaw.
Cinderhope gestured to the patrol that was waiting up at the top of the clearing and the young warrior hurried up to join his patrol, still thinking of apprentice matters.
Speaking of apprentice matters, Runningshadow caught sight of a pale tabby she-cat that was bounding up to him. An angry Strikefoot was following, cursing to his apprentice at the top of his voice.
Runningshadow lowered his head to Owlpaw. "What's wrong, Owlpaw?" He asked. "Is Strikefoot causing you any trouble?"
Owlpaw nodded. "Y-yeah. I forgot to take the elder's bedding out, and now almost all of them are angry at me. They're blaming Strikefoot for it and now Strikefoot is really, really mad at me." She took a deep breath to talk some more. "How are you, Runningshadow?" She asked, her chest heaving.
"What?" Runningshadow cried, ignoring Owlpaw's question. "Did Strikefoot hurt you any?"
Owlpaw shook her head. "No, no, but I'm sure that he will soon…" Her voice trailed off at the sight of her mentor and she shrank under Runningshadow.
Strikefoot, one of the grumpiest cats in the Clan, grumbled when he saw Runningshadow. The two had gotten in a fight not long ago and from then on the two had been enemies.
"Is there a problem, Strikefoot?" Asked Runningshadow.
The black and white tom scoffed. "Well, I guess you would know since that little piece of fox dung just told you!" He just spat.
Runningshadow froze. Had he found out about Owlpaw's heritage? The pale tabby apprentice had been a kittypet before she joined the Clan. Fortunately, Ashstar had told the Clan that she was just an outsider and nothing more. But Runningshadow couldn't help feeling that some cat in the Clan had found out…
"Who?" He asked, holding Strikefoot's gaze fearlessly. "Her or you?"
Strikefoot growled under his breath but didn't do anything. "Owlpaw forgot to change the elder's bedding, so now Heatshadow is blaming it on me! Hawkclaw too." He sighed with an annoyed tone. "I was chasing her to get her to go back to them and apologize."
Runningshadow looked down at the ground. "Then why are your claws unsheathed?" He mumbled.
Strikefoot's eyes widened and he looked down at his paws. His claws were out. "I was just trying to cling to the mud to catch up to that fast devil," He hissed.
"Sure, Strikefoot," Runningshadow snorted. "Why don't you and Owlpaw join me on patrol? I'm sure that it's okay with Ashstar."
Strikefoot was about to protest or say an excuse, but Owlpaw perked up and shouted, "Sure!" She was jumping up and down excitedly.
One of the apprentice's brown paws went down on Strikefoot's tail as she jumped around. The warrior howled lightly. "Get your girlfriend under control!" He hissed. "Fine, I'll come."
And the three cats set off out of the clearing, following after the other three warriors.
But what Runningshadow couldn't help thinking was that one of the cats in ThunderClan knew that Owlpaw was a kittypet- it would only be obvious who it could possibly be, too-
Mudpelt.