Silverpelt's Belief

by FanficTo-A-T

Remake. Set before WWII. Mostly British (because they're freaking awesome) but might be set in America. I confused myself. Silverpelt was born after twenty-four cats that believed in StarClan had died. These dead cats have so much space to occupy, so much prey to eat, but somehow, they're still dying. Only Silverpelt can save StarClan... Or can she? Yeah, she can. Inevitable plot.

1. Allegiances and Prologue

Silverpelt's Belief

Since British and English people are so amazing, these cats might often say British/English things in a British/English way. But this also might be set in America.

It's complicated.

-Allegiances-

(I want you to tell me if any of these cats sound ridiculous!)

ForestClan

Leader- Rockstar- A gray tom with black eyes.

Deputy- Wolfhowl- A strong brown tom with gray ears and black eyes.

Medicine Cat- Beachtail- A skilled tan she-cat who memorized every single herb, but has a slight mental delay.

No Elders.

Warriors-

Lionfoot- A large-pawed golden tom with brown eyes.

Apprentice- Darkpaw

Silverpelt- The first cat to believe in StarClan. ForestClan thinks she's crazy. Her name describes her appearance, with very bold black eyes that shine like the night sky (black with white spots).

Littlefoot- A white tom with dazzling blue eyes- one of which is blind- and a curled up hind paw.

Apprentice- Lightpaw

Blueheart- A blue-gray tom whose mother rejected him at two moons old. Mother is now deceased.

Graystone- Stone-gray tom with brown eyes.

Apprentice- Leafpaw

Pineflower- A brown she-cat with golden eyes. She seems to know too much of her future.

Apprentice- Eaglepaw

Foxfoot- A red-pawed white tom with gray eyes.

Brightleaves- A white she-cat with blue eyes.

Apprentices-

Darkpaw- A dark gray tom with black eyes.

Lightpaw- A light gray she-cat with black eyes.

Leafpaw- A black she-cat with gleaming yellow eyes.

Eaglepaw- A pale-gray tom with slightly sharper claws.

Queens-

Redfoot- A white she-cat with blue eyes and one red forepaw.

(Three kits) Mate: Foxfoot

Kits-

Skykit- white tom.

Earthkit- gray tom.

Seakit- white she-kit.

Housecats-

Maxwell- An underfed black tom with storm-gray eyes.

Bruce- A strong brown tomcat who seems to be a natural leader, with golden eyes.

(Mate: Penelope, a gray she-cat with golden eyes. Kits: Orson, Owen, and Phoebe)

Prologue

The sound of crickets chirping was the only thing audible in the humid green-leaf night. As the nearly vacant black sky extended to a virtually endless area, little light shone down on the dark deciduous forest. Under the trees' green leaves lay a small camp that housed wild felines. The camp's barrier was that of sharp brambles.

Who lived in this camp? Felines were already mentioned, but what were these felines? A Clan. Yes, they were a Clan, with odd names and even odder customs. But they were accustomed to it. They were a new lot- a couple of wild cats running around the forest, gathering food and making a life for themselves away from their 1938 debating twolegs, who seemed to be causing a ruckus recently.

Yes, it was right before WWII. Now stop asking questions, and you listen to the story! Good.

It was all quite silly, actually- a handful- or pawful- of housecats were discussing their owners' actions.

"Oh, those two-legged soft-brains don't know how to treat a pet right. I'm thirteen moons old and haven't been fed enough!" A skinny black cat had complained.

"How do you think I feel, Maxwell? Look," He pointed his nose to three playing kittens. "Those are Penelope's kits. You know she had visions of them coming, right?"

Maxwell stared wide-eyed at his strongly-built friend. "Did she?"

Bruce nodded. "Well, anyway, now the filthy bare-skinned fools have to feed not only me and Pen, but her kits as well. Marvelous."

"Can you introduce me to them? It is the second time I've seen them. You didn't say their names the first."

"The brown one's Orson. He looks like a little bear. That gray tom there is Owen. He's already stronger than his littermates. The light gray she-kit there is Phoebe. She's a bright one, she is."

"I see she's watching them tussle. Planning a strategy of sorts, is she not? Smart cookie, she is." Maxwell supposed.

"Very smart indeed. I don't get how the- I guess we can call them twolegs- are going to feed us all. They need to feed Pen the most, so my little angels can get their nourishment from their mum."

The two tomcats stood on the fence until the sun peeked over the horizon and light grew stronger on the houses, casting long shadows. The kits were called inside by Bruce's mate.

"I believe we need to get away from the twolegs before they cause a scene." Bruce blinked.

Maxwell flicked his tail. "Are you bringing Penelope and the kits?"

"I might stay a while. Get some more neighborhood cats… We're going to convene the entire street."

Maxwell's fur rose slightly with excitement. This is going to be ace!

I wish I was British SO FRICKING BAD

You don't even know.

(If you're British and looking at me trying so hard, go ahead and laugh. Yeah, I'm sure you got a good laugh out of that. You can stop laughing now.

I SAID STOP BLOOMING LAUGHING!

I did it again, didn't I? You know I want to be British.

Stop laughing!

I give up.)